Vol 8 Chapter 669: Emergencies

Houdini's face stunned a lot in just half a day. It can be seen that he hasn't had time to take a shower yet. It is estimated that he had to come to the door after suffering a lot of blows.
The old mage also did not hold back anything, and spoke frankly about his own experience. And as he talked about these bad things, the sullenness in his chest that seemed to vomit blood at any time disappeared.
"... In the end, even the papers I submitted can be returned without a glance. This is probably the most humiliating thing I have done in Rahman for so many years. Is it possible that I now have a shout in their eyes? Did you hit the rat? I'm the Magister! "
Houdini sighed, took a few sips of anger after picking up the juice Judy handed out from Rodi, and he looked weak. Houdini leaned on the back of the chair and whispered, "I'm afraid our previous plans have been done in vain. Rashiman's attitude towards you and me is obviously not so friendly. The 'Twilight Crown' is obviously a long time ago. The pit ... At this event, the Everta mission will certainly be suppressed by all kinds. "
"Going one step at a time, in fact, planning or something, was originally an idea. The situation is not as complicated as you think, at least there is no idea to change my mind here."
Roddy turned the silver fork in his hand and laughed, "Actually, their attitude actually gives me more room to play. Rest assured, one day, they will cry and make trouble to ask you for a paper. of."
Houdini knew that Roddy couldn't take it for granted, so he nodded: "Specifically what I need to do, just tell me at any time."
He knew there was no need to stay here, so he got up and left. Sitting on the table, looking at Houdini's back, his eyes retracted, but he glanced concealed on the way from the dock to this place. He always felt that someone was following, but which one of the other guys was not sure yet. Know.
This is not Elson. Although Rodi hit two groups arrogantly today, it is clear when the trouble should happen and when it should not. In the face of the hiding in the dark, Rordi did not fight the grass and scared the snake, but withdrew his eyes.
He drank the drink in front of him and headed back to the hotel. Soon I met Akasha and others who were going to stroll around. After thinking about it, I changed my clothes and went to the street with a few people.
At the port, the flagship of "Polatini" has been sent to the military port for maintenance after all the goods have been transported. So it seemed a bit empty near the pier at this time, but as the sky was getting late and a fishing boat returned, the place was lively again.
In recent days, the fishermen have gained more than in the past. For them who eat by the sea, this is indeed something to be excited about. Today looks no different. People coming down from fishing boats are smiling, loudly boasting about the size of the fish they caught today.
But listening to their chats, Bloom's mood wasn't any better.
He is the "porter" who was thrown directly into the sea by Irwin at noon today. His true identity is actually a brave and ruthless leader in the city.
I brought my hand down here today because I received the "entry fee" of three gold coins from Ballena's employer.
I thought it was a simple "performance", but I didn't know I met the iron plate. Tossed into the sea is actually nothing to him, but the face folded under the hand can't be found ... For the junk who eats by the face, there is this today, and later I want to mix back to the original status, basically Impossible.
So after he went ashore, he felt that he had no face to go back. He took off his coat and dried it on the pier by himself. Until now, he is still sitting like a sculpture.
While Bloom was thinking about his life, there was a sudden noise near the pier. The sound went from near to far, and then saw a lot of people curiously approaching a fishing boat. Broome looked up strangely, but was almost kicked by a fisherman running in front of him. He cursed "I don't know how to live or die", but he couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart and looked at the crowd around him. Direction.
"Hurried, hurried to feed Polis?"
"Polis" is the "Poseidon" worshipped by the Lasiman fishermen. Regardless of whether the ruling class is a mage or a former church stick, the working masses at the bottom of the society have such deities worship. It is a guy who is 100 meters tall and infinitely powerful, who can call the wind and rain to control the waves.
Bloom has been fooling around for a long time, and basically has no clean words in his mouth. He scolded the fishermen who ran away, but approached the almost impenetrable fishing boat step by step.
"Oh my god, what is this !?"
"This is the messenger of Polis!"
"Shit ... this is a fisherman!"
"Nonsense, where have you seen a mermaid growing up like this?"
Bloom heard the sound of discussions around him, and became more curious about what caused so many people to watch. He was used to the pier, and when he couldn't squeeze in, he pushed the person in front of him with his arms. When the fisherman came back, he wanted to swear, but when he saw Bloom, he closed his mouth.
So the head came to the fishing boat very easily, and turned away the last guy who was in front of him. He saw the dead bodies lying on the deck of the fishing boat at a glance. com ~ Take a closer look, he was startled by the blue-skinned body!
In the sea, bright colors often mean danger. The creatures with limbs and tail in front of them have very conspicuous blue spots, and their skin is smooth and oily like a frog. They are all about three meters in length, excluding the tail, and the length of the body alone has reached two meters. The limbs are long and powerful, the claws are shining like a dagger, the mouth on the head is extremely huge, and it feels that a normal mouth can bite a normal human head.
There were many wounds on their bodies. It seemed that they had suffered similar attacks or simply killed each other. Just imagine the power of these guys underwater, Brom had a chill ...
People living by the sea are in awe of the creatures in the ocean. Not to mention the three-meter-long guy right now, many times even a half-meter-long fish can kill someone. If it was a marine creature that produced magic crystals, fishermen would have no time to hide. Bloom's grandfather was stabbed to death by a "swordfish" that flew out of the sea. He was eventually killed.
He looked at the guy in front of him for a few seconds, and was immediately pushed away by those who wanted to come up and watch. However, this congestion was quickly interrupted by a roaring sound from a distance. I wondered who shouted, "The mage of the council is here." Everyone stopped and then slowly spread around.