Alger took two steps calmly, then turned around and asked casually, "Did you find anything normal?"

He changed the question just now to make it very strange.

The two strong and sturdy sailors shook their heads indiscriminately, and replied with the same expression: "No."

No... Alger nodded lightly with a slightly relieved expression, "Very good."

He immediately turned around and walked slowly into his tent.

As soon as the gazes from the sailors were cut off, Argel suddenly pulled out the "Poisonous Blade" and "Gargoyle Glasses", and opened his mouth, ready to sing a song.

At this moment, the ethereal and sad song just now appeared again, echoing in Alger's ears and piercing into his spirit.

This is an unusually old ballad, sung with extreme sadness and melancholy, making Alger's spirit body seem to grow pale and empty arms, constantly tearing himself apart.

Alger's expression became distorted, slippery and dark fish scales appeared on the surface of the skin, and the dark blue hair, which was messy like seaweed, stood up one after another, and they all became extremely thick.

The original thoughts in his mind were disturbed by the singing, interrupted by the pain, and could no longer take shape.

Alger fell down, struggling and wriggling on the ground, becoming less and less human, about to lose control.

Suddenly, the singing stopped, and a slightly indifferent voice came to Alger's ears: "There are some elven blood...

"Then let's make good use of Shatas' extraordinary characteristics."

Alger got up slowly with cold sweat on his forehead, and saw a figure in the tent at some point.

This is a woman with black hair, exquisite facial features, slightly pointed ears, deep eyes, soft contour lines, wearing a complicated and simple long skirt, even if she has no advantage in height, she still gives people a condescending feeling.

"...You are the queen of elves, 'Queen of Calamity' Coshnam?" Alger asked with a flash of thought.

The woman played with a golden wine glass with beautiful patterns, and said plainly: "Haven't you already seen me?"

Alger suddenly thought of the similar singing he heard on Pasu Island, and remembered the incident of entering the underwater coral palace in his dream and seeing a high elf.

"You're still alive." Alger said in a low voice after being silent for a few seconds.

At the same time, he quietly recited Mister Fool's honorable name in his heart, but he didn't know if it would be useful not to recite it.

The woman with black hair tied into a high bun responded without changing her expression: "It is very difficult for an angel to fall without encountering enemies."

"Then why do you still need to divide the characteristics, put yourself in a strange state, and have to wait for the opportunity to be resurrected?" Argel had learned about the corresponding situation in the Tarot Society, and asked at this time, one is curious and the other is procrastination time.

The elven woman suspected of being the "Queen of Disasters" Goshnam snorted: "Because the throne of the storm is occupied by Leodro, and I am powerless to resist the 'tyrant'.

"Also, there are fewer and fewer elves, and my anchor is becoming less and less stable."

Others may not know who Leodelo is, but Alger knows very well that he dares not continue this topic in the real world.

Just as he was about to ask the "Queen of Disasters" Coshnam what purpose she had come here, the elf queen took the initiative to ask, "Do you want to become a demigod?"

He wants to use my body to resurrect? He wants to use promotion to Sequence 4 and obtain divinity as bait to corrupt me? While Alger was moved, one question after another popped up in his mind.

Considering that Mister Fool can purify all kinds of pollution, Alger keenly felt that this was an opportunity.

This reminded him of a term that Emperor Roselle once proposed:

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