Finally... Alger closed his eyes, and an uncontrollable smile appeared on his face.

He completed his initial goal for so many years and was promoted to "Ocean Singer"!

More superficial control of lightning, better, more comprehensive and longer-lasting underwater activity talents, and the ability to influence targets with singing... The latter ability has several directions because of the different characteristics of each person. It is to use beautiful singing to interfere with the enemy's spirit body, causing him to appear in a trance state, or to increase his own explosive power. One is to simulate thunder to shock people, and the other is to make the enemy irritated by messy and unpleasant singing. Losing his mind... Alger looked at his state with a slightly weird expression.

He quickly got rid of his thoughts on this aspect, took his belongings, swam against the current to the mouth of the Obnish sea monster, and tapped the other's closed mouth.

The mouth opened slowly, roared suddenly, and sprayed out everything in the mouth.

In an instant, Alger seemed to be in mid-air, almost colliding with a shark.

After some fuss, he surfaced and swam to where the "Youlan Avenger" was.

He was really relieved when the figure of the ghost ship came into his eyes.

��A problem that Alger was worried about before was that when he was going to be promoted, the "Blue Avenger" suddenly appeared abnormal.

Although it is not a big problem for an hour or two, the world is always full of surprises.

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Klein, who was thanked again by Mr. "The Hanged Man", returned to the real world, washed his hands and dried them, left the bathroom, and walked towards the restaurant.

When the smell of food entered his nose again, he took a slow breath, returned to his seat with a smile, and sat down while paying respects.

At this point, the banquet has entered the dessert stage.

It seems that I stayed in the bathroom for a long time... I hope that after today, there will be no criticism of Dwayne Dant�s being constipated... Klein silently said a few words to himself, smiled and said to Mrs. Willis on the right: "Young At that time, I ate a lot of strange food in the Southern Continent, among them was Tenet plum, which tasted like whipped cream, just like those on desserts now."

He euphemistically explained the reason for coming back so late, that is, he made his stomach weak when he was young.

Mrs. Willis glanced at Dwayne Dant�s's face, smiled and said without hesitation: "Your past, your experiences in Disi Bay and the Southern Continent are more important than all the novels I have read. Wonderful, people want to have the same experience.�

Of course, this is adapted from a true story, thanks to Anderson Hood, a hunter who is always running around... Klein cast his eyes on the small cream cake and said with a low smile: "Because I only said something interesting part of it, there are a lot of things I don't want to recall."

He ordered a simple sentence, and began to enjoy desserts, but after Mrs. Willis and other ladies heard these words, they inexplicably remembered the name of a best-selling novel: "A Man with a Story". In their eyes, Dwayne Dant�s was like this. On the surface, he looked like a clear and quiet lake, but in reality he couldn't see the bottom. There were many surprises hidden, and there was also a lot of pain buried.

At 9:40, the dinner was over, and some gentlemen and ladies went to the card room together, preparing to play Texas Hold'em for two hours. The rest of the men went to the living room, intending to chat for a while. There are many people and there will inevitably be colorful topics, so there are no women involved. They may go down to the first floor and gather around the piano, singing softly while listening to the active performers, or playing chess and having fun in groups of two or three .

Klein chose to go to the living room on the second floor. Private chats with fewer people will help him be accepted by this circle as soon as possible.

Entering the room, he observed the environment, went straight to the window, opened it, and then pulled a high-backed chair nearby and sat down.

Klein had just completed this series of actions when he saw Portland Mormont, the host of today's dinner, holding a pipe, laughing and saying, "Men always need a little space for themselves."

He is an old man with a loud voice, a tall figure, and a rosy face. He looks about sixty years old, and his hair is fairly thick, but it is all white. His facial features are very typical of ordinary Loen people, with no special features.

"Yes, when the ladies are here, you have to take your image into account and consider their feelings. I wanted to kiss it an hour ago." Hazel's father, Councilor Macht, took out a gorgeous silver metal box , twisted a cigarette out from inside.

So did the other men who came into the living room with pipes or cigarettes in their hands as if by magic.

While the fire was flickering, wisps of smoke lingered out, making the room feel like yesterday's smog hadn't dissipated.

After closing his eyes and enjoying it for a few seconds, Portland Mormont looked sideways at the guest by the window and said, "Dawn, don't you smoke?"

Klein clenched his fist, pressed it against his mouth, coughed twice and said, "I haven't recovered yet, the doctor told me not to smoke in the near future."

Frankly speaking, he was about to choke right now, but fortunately he had wisely picked the seat by the window just now. JrNovels.com