Chapter: 20
Snapped!
His shoulders tightened, and his right hand suddenly stretched out, pinching the middle-aged man's throat.
Without giving the other party a chance to react, phantom fish scales appeared on the back of his hand, and he frantically exerted force with his five fingers.
Click!
In the crisp sound, the middle-aged man's eyes were stunned, and his whole body was lifted up.
His feet twitched violently, but he quickly regained his composure. Amidst his blank vision, his pupils began to diverge, and his crotch gradually became wet, with a foul smell coming out.
Alger lifted the middle-aged man, bent his back, kicked his feet away, and approached the wall next to him.
boom! Using the middle-aged man as a shield, he slammed forward fiercely, his arms as thick as a monster.
The wooden walls shattered, and the violent wind and rain swept in with the smell of sea water.
Alger twisted his back, threw the middle-aged man out of the cabin, and into the mountain-like waves one after another.
The sky is dark, the wind and rain are howling, and the mighty power of nature will bury everything.
Alger took out a white handkerchief, wiped his right palm carefully, and then threw it into the sea.
Taking a few steps back, he patiently waited for his companion to enter.
"What's wrong?" In less than ten seconds, the man with soft yellow hair rushed in.
"'Captain' has escaped." Panting, Alger replied angrily, "He still retains some extraordinary power!"
"Damn it!" the yellow-haired man cursed in a low voice.
He came to the breach and stared into the distance, but he couldn't see anything except wind, rain and waves.
"Forget it, he's just incidental." The yellow-haired man waved his arm, "We will only have credit for finding this Tudor-era ghost ship."
Even if he is a favored person of the sea, he would not dare to dive into the water rashly in this kind of weather.
"And if the storm continues, the 'Captain' won't last long." Alger nodded, and found that the breach in the wooden wall began to squirm and recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He took a deep look, turned his head subconsciously, and looked at the position of the rudder and sail.
Even if there are many boards, he can clearly know the situation there.
No first mate, no second mate, no crew, no sailors, not even living people!
There was nothing there, and the rudder and sails were eerily adjusting themselves.
The "Fool" covered in gray mist appeared in his mind again, and Alger suddenly sighed.
He turned his head to look at the violent wind and waves outside, and said in a sleepy tone of anticipation and fear: "A new era has begun..."
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Backlund, the capital of the Loen Kingdom, Queens District.
Audrey Hall pinched her cheeks, unable to believe what happened just now.
On the dressing table in front of her, the ancient bronze mirror was broken into pieces. JrNovels.com
His shoulders tightened, and his right hand suddenly stretched out, pinching the middle-aged man's throat.
Without giving the other party a chance to react, phantom fish scales appeared on the back of his hand, and he frantically exerted force with his five fingers.
Click!
In the crisp sound, the middle-aged man's eyes were stunned, and his whole body was lifted up.
His feet twitched violently, but he quickly regained his composure. Amidst his blank vision, his pupils began to diverge, and his crotch gradually became wet, with a foul smell coming out.
Alger lifted the middle-aged man, bent his back, kicked his feet away, and approached the wall next to him.
boom! Using the middle-aged man as a shield, he slammed forward fiercely, his arms as thick as a monster.
The wooden walls shattered, and the violent wind and rain swept in with the smell of sea water.
Alger twisted his back, threw the middle-aged man out of the cabin, and into the mountain-like waves one after another.
The sky is dark, the wind and rain are howling, and the mighty power of nature will bury everything.
Alger took out a white handkerchief, wiped his right palm carefully, and then threw it into the sea.
Taking a few steps back, he patiently waited for his companion to enter.
"What's wrong?" In less than ten seconds, the man with soft yellow hair rushed in.
"'Captain' has escaped." Panting, Alger replied angrily, "He still retains some extraordinary power!"
"Damn it!" the yellow-haired man cursed in a low voice.
He came to the breach and stared into the distance, but he couldn't see anything except wind, rain and waves.
"Forget it, he's just incidental." The yellow-haired man waved his arm, "We will only have credit for finding this Tudor-era ghost ship."
Even if he is a favored person of the sea, he would not dare to dive into the water rashly in this kind of weather.
"And if the storm continues, the 'Captain' won't last long." Alger nodded, and found that the breach in the wooden wall began to squirm and recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He took a deep look, turned his head subconsciously, and looked at the position of the rudder and sail.
Even if there are many boards, he can clearly know the situation there.
No first mate, no second mate, no crew, no sailors, not even living people!
There was nothing there, and the rudder and sails were eerily adjusting themselves.
The "Fool" covered in gray mist appeared in his mind again, and Alger suddenly sighed.
He turned his head to look at the violent wind and waves outside, and said in a sleepy tone of anticipation and fear: "A new era has begun..."
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Backlund, the capital of the Loen Kingdom, Queens District.
Audrey Hall pinched her cheeks, unable to believe what happened just now.
On the dressing table in front of her, the ancient bronze mirror was broken into pieces. JrNovels.com
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