King of the Nine Seas

Chapter 83: Steal

The various things that happened at this gathering, from the charcoal fire explaining their own situation, to the voices that echoed in their minds that cannot be called the name of God, made everyone no longer have the mood to talk about transactions and exchange information. Each of them was thinking. Looking at the changes in the clock meeting, thinking about the embarrassment that Mr. Tanhuo fell into, thinking about the mystery of Mr. Crow!

They lamented the unpredictability of Mr. Crow, especially Ms. Rose. She originally thought that Mr. Crow was a low-level transcendent with magical identification ability. Those so-called I have a friend, or I have another friend just because he did not Exposing her subterfuge, Rose also upholds her good upbringing and does not pursue the privacy of these individuals.

   But this time Rose found out that she was wrong.

   How could a person who can know the name of a god, or even the name of a **** who can help charcoal fire, be just a low-level transcendent.

Moreover, Mr. Charcoal encountered difficulties and needed a name for a god. Mr. Crow quickly handed him the name, plus the questions asked by Mr. Crow. In Rose’s view, Mr. Crow’s actions represent Mr. Crow itself. I know a lot about the information of the gods, not just names.

  In thinking, an image of a mysterious, powerful, knowledgeable, and unfathomable young extraordinary person was sketched in Rose's mind.

   The situation of the others is not much different from that of Rose. They all have a new understanding of the crow under the alias of Aran, and they have been labeled as unpredictable, mysterious and knowledgeable.

Just now when Charcoal read the name, it caused a shock in the clock meeting, which gave him unprecedented confidence in the name. Coupled with Aran's pledge to give the required reward, Charcoal was more certain of the authenticity of the name. Naturally, I can't wait to try this last straw.

   "Everyone, sorry, that's all for this party."

Everyone understands the requirements of charcoal fire. Although the time of the clock meeting is almost nothing compared to the reality of the outside world, it is naturally impossible for a person to seize the opportunity in a desperate situation to continue to wait. Moreover, they did not have the meeting this time. What is important, there is no need to drag the coal fire to continue the party.

  Although the knight still wants to share her experience of visiting the East China Sea, she also knows that it is not the time to do this, so she should wait for the next time to share her travel experience or something.

   After the party was over, Charcoal opened his eyes. He looked at the dark and damp hall full of seaweed and coral. Hearing the frantic scratching and beating outside the entrance door, he got up and walked to the prayer at the exit door.

   "Charles, haven't you given up yet?"

Turning his head to look at the last remaining companion, Charles, code-named Charcoal Fire, said sadly: "I just vaguely recalled something. Among the many records I saw on the walls of the ruins before, there is a name that may be useful. , So I want to try it."

Charles' last companion heard him and sat up slowly, revealing the face that had just been concealed by the shadow of the corner, which had been scratched by sharp claws. The eyes, nose, mouth and ears were all messed up on their faces. Clear each other.

   He listened to Charles’ voice and said in a slightly leaky voice: “Then try, no matter what, it’s better to be able to go out than to stay in this place, and to die on the sun and the earth.”

Nodded, Charles took a deep breath, reached out his hand and got some water in the stone basin by the door, took out a piece of paper from his arms, and wrote the name on the door stroke by stroke. The blank space of that prayer—in the eternal mansion of Lalaiye, the sleeping [Cthulhu] waits for you to dream!

The moment Charles wrote the last stroke of his name on the gate, the sound of the deep divers scratching and attacking the gate outside the entrance gate stopped abruptly. The hall fell into a strange silence, and the gate immediately after the exit slowly opened. The shimmering water waves and shimmering light outside were exposed.

   Charles helped his companion and walked out along the exit gate step by step.

Before reaching the exit, Charles turned his head and looked at the long dim passage behind him. There were mixed feelings in his heart. His friend, his brother, his comrades-in-arms, seven people slept here forever. If you had known that Mr. Crow knew the **** who opened the door here. In the name, if you knew that there was such a danger, if you knew...

   Eyelids droop slightly, Charles turned his head.

At this time, one hand gently patted Charles on the back, and his only remaining companion whispered to him: "Charles, you don't have any regrets or remorse. This job is our own choice. We entered here in the sea. At that time, we were mentally prepared. This is the fate of all seabed salvagers. Even if you are hailed as the best salvager in a century, you can't violate the fate of our profession. Don't bear too much."

   looked up at the exit in front of him, Charles nodded with a smile, and helped his last companion out of the ruins.

  ...

Aran was sitting in his room, UU reading www.uukanshu.com. This clock meeting gave him a glimpse of the true face of the world, but whether it was Buster, Dagon, or Cthulhu, these gods In this world, they only exist in legends and secrets. They have no precious sects, and even irregular sects have been submerged in the long river of history.

In reality, there are deities of sects and believers, and they are all true gods. They are able to spread their faith in this world, but Buster and their gods exist in secret. The entanglements and truths here only require Thinking about it, Aran felt that he was about to be infested with spirit.

   "Huh..."

   Forget it, let's take a step and take a step.

   It's too early for me to participate in these things, and occasionally their fluff of wool is enough, there is no need to participate in their affairs.

   stretched, Aran got up and left his room, ready to go to the kitchen to find food. He hadn't eaten at noon, and now he was a little hungry.

As soon as he arrived in the direction of the kitchen, Aran heard the clanging sound in the kitchen, frowned, and walked into the kitchen, only to find that there was no one inside, and the food and utensils stored on the kitchen counter were not. Scattered messily on the side, the food seemed to have been stolen by something, scattered on the kitchen counter.

   Looking around, Aran said thoughtfully: "It seems that a mouse has been entered, it is really troublesome."

Aran turned and left the kitchen. Soon a pair of golden eyes opened inside the cabinet, and he looked along the gap in the cabinet, then tiptoedly pushed the cabinet away, and jumped onto the kitchen counter silently, opening her mouth towards the counter. The food rushed over.

   It didn't notice, it had a pair of hidden eyes, watching what it was doing in the kitchen!

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