Chapter 100: .Wind and Rain Moritini (Part 1)

Stormy Moritini (Part 1)
Thursday, December 7 at 8 a.m.
Light rain, north wind level 3, low temperature and heavy fog, it is not suitable for long voyages.
Velut slowly put down the old-fashioned bronze-patterned monoscope in his hand, listening to the punctual time signal from the inside of the ship's side, a trace of worry flashed in his red pupils.
This new-style magic warship that has just been in service has nothing to do with the Krono family. It belongs to the Special Defense Section under the military headquarters and is responsible for dispatching urgent tasks. But what made him strange was that most of the crew did not look like the people of the South Island. Even the middle-aged captain, who disappeared after boarding the ship, seemed to have never heard the name of the Krono family. Perhaps this is what my father specifically requested for the sake of secrecy... After all, he didn't have to worry about revealing flaws.
He had changed his camouflage at the moment, with black beard and black hair, and wearing a blue navy uniform with silver-edged epaulettes. Standing there he was majestic, and it seemed difficult to get close. He is now a secret inspector of the military. He specially went to the fishing village to inquire about the investigation progress of the beast disaster. He was accompanied by the old boatman Seventh Uncle of his own shipyard—Virut didn’t know the necessity of his father’s arrangement. But seeing this long-lost elder is still full of energy, and it makes him feel a little bit happy in his heart.
However, after boarding the ship and arriving at the coast of Moritini, this joy disappeared like being swept away by the tide. The ruins of the broken walls that had been burned by the fire were reflected in his eyes, like iron evidence standing on the ground, revealing the evil and tragedy caused by the "beast plague", making him afraid to watch more, let alone more. miss you.
He forcibly ordered the warship to bypass the dead place, met with all the captains cruising nearby, and heard their respective reports. Not surprisingly, he found that the investigation had not made any progress. Of course he didn't care, and asked if anyone was found in the fishing village. After receiving a negative answer, he ordered all ships to hang a crossed double sword flag with a white background and a blue pattern with diamond lace on the main mast. It was the "Loop" family badge that he and Saiker decided jokingly. I believe that as long as the other party can see it, they will know that they are nearby.
Although the captains felt baffled, they didn't dare to ask more, they still hung up their flags. It's just that from yesterday afternoon until this morning, he hasn't received the slightest message. At this moment, it is inevitable that his heart is lost. I don't know where the guy is now.
"Young Master..." While silently thinking, there was a whispered call from behind. He turned his head and looked around. The white-haired old boatman was beckoning to himself with a smile, and his narrow eyes were full of kindness.
"Let’s have some breakfast first, it will be cold in a while." The old man gathered the short cloak covered in uniform, stepped forward to take the binoculars in his hand, and carefully stowed it into his side pocket after he drew it back. It's not a way, or should I find someone to put up some secret flags at intersections?"
"...Wait a little longer." Virut remembered the behavior of the wild ghost in the orphanage, and always felt that it was very weird, and it is still not suitable to find someone with a big fanfare.
He turned around and wanted to follow the old man to the restaurant to eat. He suddenly felt a little light flashing on the land far away. He immediately looked back, but the fishing village covered by the untidy drizzle was still silent, as if nothing had changed.
"Young Master?" The old man followed his gaze and looked into the distance, a little puzzled.
"Nothing." He turned around nonchalantly, glanced at the rain-soaked signal flag on the mast of the friendly ship a hundred meters away, and silently followed the old boatman to the restaurant.
In the only surviving hotel in the fishing village, Shun and the four of them were suddenly exploded as soon as they opened the door, making them a little embarrassed by the mist traps that seemed like a joke.
The strong flash was fleeting, but the black smoke that rushed up with the explosion almost filled the small room, and it was hard to reach out. Wait until the dust settles slowly, and then put away the reflectively unfolded supernatural shield as far as possible, clenched the spear and carefully walked to the window to open a gap, the rain mixed with the fishy sea breeze instantly squeezed in, and the leftover The black smoke that fell was all dispersed.
Is there an ambush? Shun waved his hand and brushed the dust that seemed to be stuck on his face, and glanced at a black-clothed inspector behind him. The other party paused for a while, and then shook his head slightly to indicate safety after a wave of tremor.
The gun guard stared at the warships stationed on the distant coast through the glass window for a while, until he was sure that there was no response from the other side, he closed the window gently, and then turned his head and reminded the prince: "They might have been here. Here, it’s best to search carefully."
"Yeah..." Shun looked around the country hotel guest room carefully: there were no bedding on the ordinary single wooden bed, and the small closet against the wall was wide open, and the inside was empty. Next to it were a few hardwood shelves for storage. She also lacks arms and legs to stand unsteady. The wooden table by the window was full of traces of rain, and there were a few sticky gray threads hanging under the table, attached to the floor, and it seemed that they had not been cleaned for many days.
It doesn't look like someone has lived, but who set up the smoke trap and what is the purpose? He stood by the wooden bed and looked at it carefully. The thin dust covered the entire bed, and there were no traces of movement, let alone evidence of handprints and shoe prints. He walked slowly around the bed a few steps, and suddenly found something gleaming in the gap between the head of the bed, so he leaned down and touched it with his hand. There was a small beautiful shell like glass hidden inside.
Shells on the headboard? What kind of custom is this... He held the shell with a weird expression, and cast a suspicious look at the distance he had been watching him.
"...I'll go to another room to see." The gun guard stared at the shell and shook his head slowly, thrusting the heavy gun behind his back and wanted to leave, but was immediately stopped by the prince.
"Go together." He stuffed the shell back into the cracks, glanced at his companion displeasedly, as if to blame him for being careless, then greeted the two inspectors and walked out of the room first.
This is the second floor of the hotel, and the corridor outside is also full of mud, as if countless pairs of feet had swarmed across this old wooden corridor. Shun still maintained the illusion technique carefully, looking at the rough woodcut decorations around as he walked, and suddenly realized that in this hotel, he did not seem to see the traces of Jie Hai's life.
Whether it is the almost empty hotel lobby or the chapel full of blessing couplets, there is no proof of the existence of Boundary Sea... If it weren't for the enrollment report still in his memory, he even had some doubts. Did you get the place name wrong?
He walked up the wooden ladder and took a few people to check each vacant room one by one, but unfortunately, it was cleared by the South Island officials a long time ago. Except for the heavy furniture that could not be removed, almost no clues were left. under.
After inspecting all the rooms and still finding nothing, the prince took everyone back to the corner of the lobby on the first floor of the hotel, removed the phantom disguise and said softly: "They should arrive on the coast by boat this afternoon. Let's wait here."
He turned his head and winked as far as he could. The gun guard consciously took the suitcase to prepare breakfast, and the remaining three sat on the hardwood bench, waiting for the first meal to be enjoyed quietly after two days and nights. Great meal.
But at this moment, the black-robed monk with probing supernatural power suddenly jumped up, leaning his hair and making waves of probing, before stopping for a while, he seemed to shook his head hesitantly.
"What's the matter?" Shun also brought up the illusion in an instant, the purple light in his hand kept flashing, he squinted his eyes and scanned the outer real space carefully, but did not notice any change.
"A person with high-level power passed by from a distance...maybe it just happened to wipe the edge of the detection circle." The inspector slowly sat back on the wooden bench and replied in a dull voice, his voice hoarse like a patient who had been thirsty for a long time.
The other companion beside him chuckled softly: "Your Highness, don't worry, we will continue to keep the frequency of investigations, and nothing can go wrong."
"Trouble you two." The prince nodded politely. This neighborhood has long been a blockade, and it has been paid attention to by many parties. It is normal for some individuals to pass by. He didn't ask any more, put away the illusion, closed his eyes and meditated, slowly recovering, which has consumed a lot of divine power.
The waiting time will be very long. If those people don’t come in the afternoon, they can only take a trip on the boat during the night... He focused on the next plan, his mind gradually calmed down, and he quickly fell into deep meditation. No more distractions.
Both sides are waiting for the objects of their respective expectations to "get on the door" as soon as possible. However, from morning until dusk, their expected encounter has not materialized. On the contrary, two unexpected villains suddenly arrived and let Wei Root was caught off guard.
"...What are you doing here?" He straightened his back and sat on the icy iron chair in the cabin, squinting at the two figures in front of him that disgusted him, but had to lie.
"This is exactly what I want to ask... I don't know how old you are, I ran away from home privately... What are you doing?" Evil eyes trembled slightly, took off the black cloak, held his glasses, and smiled very badly. Naturally, it seems very excited.
"Naturally I came here because of something." Velut glanced at the yellow-haired brawny man in brown samurai clothes and claws on his face sitting in the corner, and said casually.
"Hey, by coincidence, we just came here because of something." The iron hand stroked the messy hair carelessly, and gave him a grinning smile.
"...How do you know that I am here?" He thought that the other party saw through the disguise just as soon as he saw each other. He was a little surprised. Since they didn't make a special trip to find him, why did they react so quickly?
"Naturally, we have a way to know..." Evil Eye seemed to have recovered from excitement at this moment, took off his glasses and gently wiped it on the silk scarf, and glanced at the old man standing behind Virut as if he closed his eyes. The boatman asked slowly, "The situation is so tense at this moment, and I ran all the way to the east coast, so I only brought him... this one? I think it seems a little too cautious..."
"Evil eyes, pay attention to your identity when you speak... It's not your turn to accuse my young master." The old man murmured without raising his eyes.
"Ah, I'm ashamed to say, maybe you don't know that you won the first honor of your honor not long ago, and you are one of the seven priests... I believe that in terms of identity, I still have this qualification..." Evil eyes smiled as if humans and animals were harmless , The gloomy chill between the eyebrows could not be concealed.
"...Is that so, congratulations." Virut twitched his mouth and made an insincere smirk, closed his eyes slightly and got up to leave, "Since there is nothing wrong, I will go to rest..."
"Young Master." Evil Eye suddenly stopped him, staring at his black wig, his eyes half-hidden by the lens were obscure, "You must be here...for that matter, you don't want to know them. Is it the current situation?"
The young Earl's footsteps stopped for a while, turned his head and swept over the smug smile of the spring breeze, looked directly at his gold-rimmed glasses and snorted, "What do you want to say?"
"Young Master, you also know that I'm just following orders. Sometimes, it's really involuntary..." Evil eyes lowered his head and slowly got up, sighing, and leaning toward Verut at the same time." They are all living there very well now, they have no worries about food and clothing, and some people take care of them every day...but..."
"It's just?" The Young Count saw him getting closer, but his voice turned low, and he couldn't help taking a step forward.
"It's just..." Evil Eye suddenly stopped, and suddenly raised his head when he picked his eyes. The purple light in his eyes was clear, obviously using supernatural power.
Virut was caught off guard, only to feel the rapid rotation of the halo in the jewel-like purple eyes, making him addicted to it for a while and unable to move, and soon there was a deep sleep. What's going on... He felt that his brain was stuck in a quagmire, completely unable to break free, and his thoughts were moving more and more slowly.
In the dim consciousness, a cold current suddenly burst from the chest and abdomen, and all the spirits that flew him to the sky were taken back. The cold current quickly circulated his whole body, and finally gathered in the middle of his forehead, causing him to shiver violently, then opened his eyes, but was shocked by the scene seen in front of him.
The evil eye was still standing in front of him, his face froze, and the corners of his mouth trembled constantly, staring into the cracking purple eyes full of incredible. The iron hand leaned against the side of the cabin behind him, grabbing Uncle Qi's neck and pressing him against the iron chair, his expression was also at a loss, as if he didn't understand what was going on.
"Evil Eye, what do you mean!" Velut was numbed by the sudden confrontation. After a sharp drink, he subconsciously reached out and touched his waist. Suddenly he realized that the school officer he was attached to had just been equipped with a gun. When he was unconscious, he was taken away by the opponent, and he could only clenched his fists in vain.
The cultivator Purple Eye did not answer, he looked at him repeatedly as if he had met him for the first time, and he couldn't help muttering to himself: "Impossible... how come... when..."
"Hey, what the are you doing?" Iron Hand actually didn't understand what his companion was doing. It was just a subconscious move to catch the old boatman. At this moment, seeing him so gagged, he couldn't help but smile at the tip of the bulkhead. Get up, "Hey, aren't you crazy?"
"Shut up..." The evil eye seemed to have turned back when he heard the sharp sarcasm, and lightly scolded him, then looked at Virut and said to himself, "Look, isn't this a good opportunity? Didn’t you know that he was here..."
"Do you think I didn't have a back hand?" Virut listened to his bad words, sneered and frightened.
"Really..." The cultivator Purple Eye was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled slightly, "Then we can only do this..."
He stopped talking abruptly, and strode back to Uncle Qi. The old man was stuck with his neck and couldn't breathe, and his complexion was purplish red. Seeing him coming over, he quickly closed his eyes, but he was forced to open his eyes. The divine light in his purple eyes flashed for a few seconds, and his eyes were dull. Give up resistance and staggered to stand up.
"Go..." Evil Eye took out the black iron dagger from his pocket, gently stuffed it into the old man's hand, snapped his fingers, and smiled in the direction of Virut, "Little Master's enemy is there. "
"The enemy... the enemy..." The old man rolled his eyes and looked around for a while. When he saw Virut, his eyes were fierce, and he gritted his teeth and pressed forward.
"Hey..." Tie Shou seemed to still have objections to the actions of his companions. He reached out his hand and grabbed Qishu's short shawl, and the old man could only step on the spot like a zombie. "You are not afraid that the first person will find out. None of us will have good fruit."
"What are you afraid of... We only need to cut the weeds and roots after completing the mission, leaving behind this old ‘lunatic’ man who was living on a deserted island because of Shanghai’s hardship, plus that dagger...How could anyone suspect us..."
"...Okay." Tie Shou let go of his hand simply and neatly, and sat down on the iron chair, watching the show with relish.
Virut watched the uncle Qi, who had fallen into a frenzy with his evil appearance, slowly walked towards him holding a dagger, and couldn't help but back again. He didn't know why Evil Eye wanted to kill himself suddenly, but it was not his habit to wait and die. At this moment, he had noticed that the two men seemed afraid to do it themselves, and the old man was staggering because of his confusion, so he decided to take the best strategy, and suddenly dashed towards the hatch.
It's just that he just turned the edge of the outer iron chair, and a chuckle made him stop in an instant: "Younger, don't act rashly, I can let him deal with you with a dagger, of course. Let him reverse it..."
He turned his head abruptly and saw that the old man was aiming the dagger at his throat, his face was red and bloody, but his expression was still fierce and ghostly, as if he was looking at his desperate enemy.
He knew that the other party was mostly intimidating. If the old man accused himself, what should they use to avoid blame? But he still stood there not daring to move, and couldn't take the life of the old boatman to make this bet. He was really helpless!
He gritted his teeth and looked bitterly at the purple-eyed monk who tried to extend his mouth and smiled brilliantly. He quickly thought about several ways to save his life. Seeing that the old man was close at hand, he was about to preemptively the dagger in his hand when he heard a soft snort from outside the cabin. A thin figure wearing a black cloak broke into the door with a powerful force of thunder. With a short sword in his hand, he threw the old man's dagger outside the hatch.
"Evil Eye!" The visitor shouted angrily, then pulled off a piece of cloth from the edge of the cloak, and threw the old man's hands and feet into the corner like lightning, and then he held his long and short swords backwards, leaning down like an evil wolf. The two fierce fangs were exposed.
Virut couldn't react to this sudden scene, and he paused in the air with his about to stretch out his hand, staring at the figure hiding him behind him in amazement, and muttered three words: "Syker?"