May the god of death favor them forever... Klein prayed, crossed Frank Lee, and walked towards the entrance of the black building opposite the square.

On the way, he passed Nina and Navigator Otolov, who were sitting by a collapsed stone pillar and drinking heavily.

"Have you thought about leaving the pirate group when you get older, finding a man to marry, and finding a place to settle down? I don't think anyone wants to be adrift at sea for the rest of their lives." Autolov took off his pointed soft hat, revealing Slightly gray hair.

His eyes and tone told Klein that his subtext was: If you want, can you consider me?

Mr. Navigator, you are old enough to be Nina's father, you have to think about your body... Klein, who was passing by, couldn't help but complain when he heard the conversation.

Nina Gulu took a sip of her wine, glanced in a certain direction and said, "No, that's not the life I want to live.

"Before I joined you, I tried to settle on the east coast of Feysac and stopped being a pirate, but I couldn't bear the dullness at all. I just carried wood and moved things every day, and I had to stay at home at night. I couldn't go to bars, I couldn't Going to the wild to hunt, life has not changed a bit! And also have to endure all kinds of accusations, put up with those nasty guys, and worry about the police if you want to beat them up!

"It's better to be on the ship. Although it is boring most of the time, you can often go to different places and see different things. Hehe, even the most boring time can destroy those guys, train them to become qualified pirates, and tell them They, the one with the best performance every month, can spend the night in my room, and then watch them enjoy the torture very excitedly, of course, staying overnight and going to bed are two different things, they are not the same, it depends on my mood.�

Really. Female pirate... What everyone wants is different... Klein made a pertinent comment, and doesn't think that Nina's thinking is necessarily wrong.

I don't slander her choice, but if she often kills, sets fire and loots, I don't mind exchanging her head for a bounty the next time I meet... Klein looked back and came to the entrance of the suspected black buildings and towers The place.

Subconsciously, he glanced sideways, and saw that the shadow in the corner seemed normal, but actually had a different feeling.

"Bloodless" Heath Doyle? Even in a dream, he hides in the shadows? According to my effective psychological knowledge, this is an expression of extreme insecurity... Klein pushed open the entrance door that was also nearly ten meters high.

Amidst the creaking sound, his eyes suddenly froze.

Behind the main entrance is a vast hall supported by two rows of thick stone pillars.

There was no candlelight in the hall, and it was extremely dark. With the opening of the main door, the light from the outside came in, making it clear.

Klein saw colorful golden murals on the walls and domes. They were connected to each other without leaving any gaps, giving the place a grand and sacred feeling.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A figure turned its back to Klein, splitting a long giant log with the ax in its hand, not knowing what it was doing.

This figure was wearing a white shirt and a black vest, unlike any pirate on the ship.

Other people in this sea area? Or those mysterious eyes that stare at me from the deck? Klein's mood sank, he slowed down, approached cautiously, came to the side, and saw the figure clearly.

It was a young-looking man with short blond hair parted in threes and sevens, and green eyes focused and serious.

"What are you doing? What is this place?" Klein asked cautiously.

He intuitively believed that the other party was not the owner of those mysterious eyes.

The young man raised his hand and touched his earlobe, without turning his head, he said, "Why are you asking these things? My boat has sunk and I'm busy making a canoe, so I don't have time to talk to you."

... Klein thought for a while and asked again, "Who are you?"

"Who am I? I am the unlucky Anderson. Ever since I saw that mural, I have been shrouded in bad luck." The young man raised his finger in the direction.

Following his fingers, Klein saw a mural.

Above the mural is a sea of ??burning flames, which splits in the middle and splits a path.

On the road, there is a long line of members who either bow their heads piously or kneel on the ground, aiming at the depths of the sea.

Their leader was a tall, thin man with long silver hair, soft features, closed eyes, and layers of wings on his back. JrNovels.com