The huge waves slowly receded.
The entire port of Marne was smashed to pieces.
As the morning sun sets, the people of Port Marne standing on the high ground outside the city look nervous yet expectant.
Sof was the first to leave the highlands with his wife, daughter and son.
"Dad, are we going home?"
Little Eve, who was holding her brother, asked softly.
"Well, go home!"
Soph nodded.
At this point, Sof had no other options left. He placed all his hopes on the 'God of the Inner Bay'. Especially when he just humbly hoped to use his labor to exchange for food to survive, the other party actually proposed to buy his wife and daughter with two pieces of bread. Sof completely turned to the 'God of the Inner Bay'.
Hope it helps.
otherwise……
Sov gradually clenched his fists.
As a husband and father, he must ensure that his wife and children can survive.
To this end, he did not hesitate to return to his old job.
Suddenly a pair of hands grasped his clenched fist.
It's his wife.
His wife's gentle gaze made him loosen his fist.
His wife doesn't want him to go back to his old life.
He also made promises.
At this moment, he took a deep breath.
“Everything will be fine!”
Sof picked up his daughter and son, quickened his pace, and ran forward very easily - the priest said that when praying for the first time, all they had to do was to erect a statue of the 'God of the Inner Bay'.
Not a statue in the traditional sense.
But the reefs in the inner bay!
Any kind of reef will do, preferably one the size of a palm.
While praying, pour sea water on the statue to tell the "God of the Inner Bay" what you want.
When the 'God of Inner Bay' grants the corresponding requested items, the person praying must regard himself as a believer of the 'God of Inner Bay'. He can keep it secret, but he must never do anything to harm the 'God of Inner Bay' and the brothers and sisters in the church. When the 'God of Inner Bay' and the brothers and sisters in the church are in danger, they must lend a helping hand.
Sov didn't think much about this seemingly simple ritual and doctrine.
Or rather, reality forced him to not think too much.
"Wait here while I look for a reef."
On the ruins of his original home, Sof instructed his wife, picked up a relatively intact bucket, and ran towards the beach.
Around him, there are similar people.
Everyone rushed to the beach tacitly.
Then, return as quickly as possible.
The strong Sov was the first to return to the ruins of his home.
And his wife had cleared out a fairly flat area.
After placing the reef on the open ground, Sofu and his family knelt on the ground, pouring sea water from the inner bay on the "stone statue" while closing their eyes and praying that their family could survive.
The sea water poured over again and again.
When the third time was completed, Sov opened his eyes.
The man looked around anxiously.
Nothing has changed.
Home is still in ruins.
Lost.
Depressed.
The man gritted his teeth to prevent himself from falling to the ground.
“Damn it!”
"I actually chose to believe in the gods!"
"If there really were gods in the world, I wouldn't be a pirate!"
"I will never encounter such a disaster!"
Sov stood there and took a deep breath.
Then, after looking at his bewildered wife, he walked towards the backyard of his home, moved away the garbage and debris, and began to dig the soil with his hands.
Half a meter down.
A box appeared there.
Inside were the swords, revolvers, and bullets he'd used to play as a pirate.
call!
Sof looked at his wife again, said sorry silently in his heart, took a deep breath and opened the box.
Then Soph was stunned.
The swords, revolvers and bullets in the box are all there.
There was also an extra pile of coins and food.
One gold coin, twenty-three silver coins.
Six long loaves of solid bread, a stick of butter, and a dish of honey.
Gold and silver coins flickered.
The food is fresh, and the butter and honey exude a sweet smell.
Sov's hands were shaking.
Not only because the money would allow him to rebuild his house, but also because the food would be enough to get him through the difficult times.
If you eat this food sparingly, it will be enough to last you for ten days!
His family is saved!
God of the inner bay!
Yes, the God of Neiwan!
"Your Majesty, your majesty, please forgive my ignorance!"
"From this moment on, you are the one I believe in for the rest of my life!"
"No!"
"You are the one I believe in for all eternity!"
Sof became firm in an instant.
And on the side——
Coo coo coo!
The cry of a hen suddenly sounded. It was his mother. He spent half a silver coin to buy her from the market in order to nourish his wife after she gave birth. Although she was a little thin, she was able to lay an egg every two or three days. This was one of the few times that his family's life improved.
Little Eve ran over excitedly and took her own hen back.
I couldn't suppress the smile on my face.
Little Eve's mother was holding Little Eve's younger brother and stroking Little Eve's head.
“A miracle happened!”
“Everything will be fine!”
The kind woman said softly.
But most of the time, things don't develop in the direction people expect.
Several people showed up here.
The leader was a guy dressed in fancy clothes.
Even though it was covered in mud and stains, the expression was still arrogant.
Behind him were three burly servants armed with swords.
"Tsk, I've been looking for you for a long time."
“I finally found it.”
"Tie them back to me - you lazy guy who ate two pieces of my bread, you'd better not do anything rash!"
The guy with the toad face touched the mole on his chin and laughed mockingly.
"My dad is not a lazy guy!"
"He won't eat your bread either!"
Little Eve scolded the other party.
"oh?"
"Yeah?"
"Come, cut open his stomach and see if there is any bread from our family."
The toad-faced fellow looked at little Eve in a more disgusting way, and he waved at the servant behind him almost unwelcomingly.
No doubt that was what he had intended.
The three servants were also very experienced and rushed towards Sov with grim smiles.
Then--
Bang bang bang!
Three shots!
The three servants who rushed towards Sof were shot in the forehead and fell to the ground.
The toad-faced guy trembled with fear and turned and ran away.
However, Sov stepped forward and stabbed the opponent through the heart with his sword.
puff!
Then he drew his sword and slashed horizontally.
The opponent's head flew straight up.
Sov had no intention of letting go of this guy who was targeting his wife and daughter - although there would be more trouble later, that would be later.
Now?
Kill first and talk later!
The fierceness that had been wiped out by his family in the past reappeared in Sof's heart.
"Pack your things and let's go."
he shouted to his wife.
Several guys in uniform appeared in his field of vision.
It's the police from Port-au-Prince.
Why so fast?
Could he be in cahoots with this guy?
Sov thought about it and began to reload his gun, with murderous intent rising in his heart.
When Sheriff Snarrow, who was with his six men, saw Sof's appearance, the retiring sheriff's heart trembled - in his forty years as a police officer, he had seen too many such looks and expressions.
Each of them is a brutal person who kills without blinking an eye.
If it were any other time, he would definitely take a detour.
But today is different!
Disaster struck the Port of Marne!
Needs to be rebuilt!
Reconstruction needs the help of those rich people!
Even if their property is reduced to nothing!
But their relationship is still there!
So, Snarrow followed.
He hopes to have a more satisfactory ending as possible.
It's best to be able to fool it.
But what he didn't expect was that Sof actually shot directly without giving him any room.
"Soph put down the gun!"
Snaro shouted.
Sheriff Snaro knew Sof, the honest and simple carpenter, but now the other's face no longer had the former simplicity, and was filled with anger, murderous intent and ferocity.
Sof didn't listen at all and just raised his hand and shot.
Bang!
The moment Sov raised his hand, Snarlo quickly dodged.
At the same time, be prepared to fight back.
However, before he fired the shot, he realized something was wrong.
At some point, hundreds of people gathered here.
They are all familiar people from Port Marne.
They stared at themselves with disgust and hatred.
Snarrow shuddered.
More importantly, his six men pointed their guns at him at some point.
"What are you doing?"
Snaro looked puzzled.
"I won't allow you to hurt our brothers and sisters!"
One of the six men said this and pulled the hammer.
Brothers and sisters?
God of the inner bay?
Snaro, who had been the local sheriff for forty years, reacted instantly.
These people are actually the people of the "God of Inner Bay".
Snaro knew about this secret church.
There's no big harm.
Nor will they cheat or deceive.
It's like a mutual aid organization.
The occasional sacrifices were made with sea water, and no blood sacrifices or other means that would harm other people's lives and touch the bottom line were used. Therefore, Snarlo usually ignored it.
But just let it go.
But when did the 'God of Inner Bay' reach out to the police station?
yes……
The storm just now!
Snaro quickly guessed something.
Damn guy!
He has been hiding for so long and finally revealed his claws!
Snaro cursed in his heart, but did not show any abnormality on the surface, and he knew very well what he should do now.
“Don’t get me wrong!”
"I won't hurt my brothers and sisters!"
"I am also a devout believer of the 'God of the Inner Bay' - it's just that I didn't know that Sofu was also my brother or sister, so this misunderstanding happened... Sofu, does this guy want to hurt you?"
Snaro loudly announced his identity.
He was well aware of the structure of 'God of the Inner Bay'.
Since they took advantage of the recent disaster, many people should not be aware of each other, and can only gather in small areas. Even those who spread the news can hardly say how many people they have recruited.
The people around were stunned.
"Sheriff, you too?"
asked the officer who had pulled the hammer.
"certainly!"
"Your Majesty is my only faith!"
Snaro said so.
Immediately, the disgust around them diminished and everyone became friendly again.
"What just happened Soph?"
Snaro asked again.
And when Sov recounted everything, even Snaro couldn't help but spit at the bastard.
What a piece of shit!
However, when he saw the crowd getting angry and ready to retaliate against those guys, Snaro immediately spoke.
"Everyone calm down!"
"Calm down!"
"Those guys have bloodlines that we don't have. Their strength...is not something we can fight against!"
Suddenly, everyone calmed down.
In Faber, blood is supreme!
Only those who have bloodline are truly superior to others!
Anyone else?
The lowest class of civilians.
This remains true even if the bloodline has not awakened.
For example, the toad face just now.
The people around became a little depressed for a moment.
"Can't fight?"
"That was before!"
"Now that we have the protection of His Majesty, we will become fearless. We will protect our families, our brothers and sisters with our lives and blood!"
A voice sounded outside the crowd.
Everyone turned around.
Yes, Victor.
He is the leader of the 'God of the Inner Bay' in Port Marne, and the one who preached the 'God of the Inner Bay' to the Sof family.
But none of this matters.
What's important is that next to Victor stands a man made entirely of water, holding a trident, which makes everyone present kneel on one knee and shout "God of the Inner Bay".
Including Snaro, who has always wanted to prevent the conflict.
When he saw this water man, Snarlo knew that the situation was completely out of his control.
The extraordinary has been involved.
As an ordinary sheriff, he naturally couldn't do anything about it.
That needs someone big to take care of it.
For example, the young big shot who was parachuted in above his position and directly replaced him and was promoted to deputy director.
Maybe the other party can?
Snaro couldn't help but shook his head at the thought.
The sheriff had a smile on his face that was both expectant, reluctant, and a little timid.
Very complicated.
However, the most complicated one is Victor.
As the representative of the 'God of the Inner Bay' in Port Marne, Victor was originally just a grocery store owner. His initial purpose of joining the 'God of the Inner Bay' was just to make a little more money - under the premise that the goods are the same, the believers in the church are more willing to buy items from him.
He just wanted the profit.
But why did it turn out like this?
Is it because of the disaster just now?
Or is it because these are oracles?
Victor didn't know.
He only knew that he needed to obey the arrangements of the 'God of the Inner Bay'.
Not just awe.
Also because he saw greater benefits.
He wants more!
…
And everyone's expression fell clearly into Goethe's eyes.
With the help of the [Blood Crow Spirit] and many [Secondary Blood Crow Spirits], Goethe can observe everything carefully.
With multiple upgrades, [Blood Crow Spirit] not only became more powerful, but also more agile, becoming a fully qualified sentry, and even [Second-level Blood Crow Spirit] became easier to use.
After handing everything over to a [Blood Crow Spirit] and several [Secondary Blood Crow Spirits], Goethe once again looked at the diary and books in front of him.
At this moment, Goethe returned to his original gilded palace in Nice.
The reading that was interrupted before because of the incident of Margarida Magg was resumed at this moment.
However, Goethe still couldn't find out why "they" changed their name to "they" and acted in secrecy.
Nice's diary was extremely daunting about this matter.
Apart from the diary with several pages torn out, there is no other record.
Of course, Goethe also discovered that
Oh, those guys really think I'm a fool.
You actually want me to be the first to do this?
I am the real me in 'Neiwan', leaving 'Neiwan'?
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
…
Could one of those guys be up to something bad?
That's how it should be!
I have to prepare in advance.
…
Just as I thought.
There are some damn assholes who have ideas about me.
However, this is in the 'Inner Bay'.
I am invincible!
I killed that guy!
And there was a gain!
…
The ‘road’ is not just the ultimate evolution of ‘skills’ and ‘body’?
The [Profession] of the 'Mad King' guy is also okay?
I have to say, he is a genius guy.
…
Is there anyone who is born with a 'path'? !
What a surprise!
But what is that compared to me?
I can definitely create my own 'path'!
A path centered on the 'strange object' in my hand!
…
The path I chose is a bit difficult!
But it doesn’t bother me!
I will definitely succeed.
…
Phase 1 failed!
Should I get a strange item instead?
After all, it is so powerful in my hands!
…
Changed the strange item!
I see the dawn of success!
…
Failed!
That strange object is a bit fragile!
I have to find a rare item that is weaker than the one I have, but not too much weaker!
…
Hahahaha, the organization split!
Just as I expected!
Some guys don't want to follow the so-called 'secret' rules!
Fight! Fight!
It would be best if they all killed each other!
…
ten years!
It took longer than I thought.
However, those bastards were really lucky and they didn't die.
Now?
Is it the end now?
Acting in secret?
It doesn't matter to me much, I am already hidden enough in the 'Inner Bay'.
…
That’s all the valuable stuff in the notes.
The rest, once again, became bragging.
That level of shamelessness really makes Goethe feel ashamed.
He is just short of considering himself as the creator.
Throwing down the notebook in his hand, Goethe stood there, sorting out the information.
“The most basic and direct ‘path’ is the changes after ‘skills’ and ‘body’ have reached their peak - this is the easiest to understand, and for me, it is not too difficult.”
"Just charge with [Bloody Honor]."
"On the contrary, it is a bit troublesome for the 'Mad King' to take [Professional] as his path."
According to the information left by the 'Mad King', he must be promoted to the 'Fearless' and then go to the 'Levin Islands' to find the corresponding information.
Moreover, once you complete the promotion, you will definitely be targeted.
You will most likely face...
Witch!
Thinking of this, Goethe frowned.
If possible, he didn't want to fight the witch.
Because, there is no certainty.
"We must continue to survive!"
"At least you have to be able to protect yourself!"
Goethe thought in his heart.
At the same time, his brows were slightly frowned.
Because in Nice's notes, 'witch' did not appear!
There is a 'Mad King' but no 'Witch'!
This gave Goethe a strange feeling.
"Why is there no record of 'witch'?"
"What is the reason that prevents him from recording 'Witch'?"
"still……"
"Just pure fear?"
Goethe thought.
But no matter which one it is, it is not good news for him.
The former represents the 'witch' and the power he is unaware of.
And the latter?
This made Goethe need to re-evaluate the "witch".
A guy who doesn't even care about the title of Legend is afraid of the "witch". What level would that "witch" be?
In addition, Nice's personality can make the other party feel scared and frightened.
At least the opponent is holding a trident, and there is no chance of winning in the "inner bay".
If there was any chance of winning, given Nice's arrogant personality, he would not be so cowardly.
call!
Thinking of this, Goethe took a deep breath.
He became more determined to continue to fight for victory.
Goethe glanced at the [Bloody Honor] he now possessed!
“33 copies!”
If it is normal, it can be considered a lot.
But now?
But it was not enough for Goethe who wanted to impact the 'road'.
“I hope the collection here won’t disappoint me!”
Thinking of this, Goethe walked towards another side hall. This was Nice's laboratory, which had a strong atmosphere of "Bloody Honor". Of course, the opponent's back hall, a place similar to a bedroom or collection room, also had it, but it was much worse.
Different from the side hall where books are stored.
In the side hall of this laboratory, there was a faint smell of blood, mixed with other strange smells, and countless bottles and jars came into view.
Some were the test tubes, beakers, flasks and conical flasks that Goethe was familiar with, but more were test tubes whose names Goethe did not know, which rotated back and forth and had strange shapes.
Although Goethe could not distinguish the objects, he was familiar with the liquid in the test tube through his extraordinary knowledge.
However, there was still something that surprised Goethe.
[Blood of the Mad King: This is the blood essence of the 17 descendants of the Mad King. They were originally branches of the Tesin royal family, but were hunted down by Nice, who extracted their blood and imprisoned their souls in order to find the secret of the Mad King's power. In order to make the experiment more successful, Nice also hunted down six official members of the Tesin royal family. He finally discovered a little secret, but such a secret made him hesitate and made him more afraid to act rashly; Effect: Taking the medicine in this test tube will allow you to gain a trace of the true 'Mad King Bloodline'. You will gain unexpected power, talent, and luck, but you will also encounter terrible bad luck and curses.]
…
Goethe looked at the light red liquid in the test tube, his narrowed eyes gleaming with brilliance.
"Although Nice tried his best to despise the 'Mad King' in his diary, his body honestly collected things related to the 'Mad King' - he contributed to the decline of the Tesin royal family, but what about the rest of 'them'?"
"According to Nice's description, there are also people among 'them' who are very interested in the 'Mad King'."
While thinking, Goethe picked up the scalpel next to him.
[Bloody Honor +23]
…
Unlike the fake Tesin royal family that came later, the Tesin royal family at that time were all genuine.
After being brought to Nice, he used this scalpel to perform bloodletting and dissection.
Nice like this.
What about the rest of 'them'?
Simply put, if he could find the guy among them who was interested in the Mad King, he would definitely gain more. After all, unlike the arrogant and boastful guy like Nice, those people should be more radical.
Thinking of this, Goethe became more clear about his next plan.
As for meeting 'them'?
That is inevitable.
He made such a big noise, 'they' would definitely notice it.
And, it will definitely be very soon.
Thinking of this, Goethe walked towards the back hall without stopping.
In this slightly messy back hall that combined a bedroom and a collection room, Goethe picked up a knife directly.
[Skinning Knife: This is a knife specially made by Nice, used to skin the descendants of the Mad King, but it was made a little crudely. The four descendants of the Mad King were so painful that they died. Nice had to give up this handmade knife, but he was reluctant to throw it away and put it in the collection cabinet. ]
[Bloody Honor +4]
…
"It hurts like hell?"
Although Goethe knew that being the descendant of the 'Mad King' was definitely a 'high-risk job', this kind of death still made him shudder.
You know, he is nominally a descendant of the 'Mad King'.
In order to prevent myself from following in his footsteps.
Goethe did not hesitate. He glanced at the unprecedented amount of [Bloody Honor] and said directly—
"【Bloody Honor】, add points!"