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A genius can remember the address of this website in one second: (Dianping Chinese), the fastest update! No ads!? "The creature in this painting..."

Lord Braggs naturally recognized the origin of such creatures. Sauron mutants have no fixed image, but most of them are twisted and indescribable like this, like mankind's deepest nightmare. The evil and chaotic atmosphere revealed in this painting It seems that this is indeed the Sauron mutant, and it may be a strange mutant.

But why do pictures of Sauron's alien species appear in the vice-captain's room?

According to Captain Sabala's description, the painting did not exist at the beginning, but suddenly appeared during the return voyage.

If Vice Captain Paul had really seen such a creature with his own eyes, he would not be alive. Any strange creature would be devastating to such an intermediate mage, and even the aliens would not realize that they had killed it. A man, and if he was indeed seen and killed, how was this picture drawn?

Reiner looked over Mr. Braggs' shoulder and looked at the picture. In the corner of the parchment, he could see the vice-captain's signature. Such a signature was found on every picture, exactly the same, unless it could be perfectly imitated. People who take notes, otherwise it would be difficult to be consistent.

"Perhaps it was the message sent to us by Paul's ghost. Sir, they encountered such a monster in that big hole. Unfortunately, they died, but their souls returned with the exploratory aerostat, trying to warn us."

Captain Sabara was a little excited, his palms trembled slightly, and he defended weakly.

"Mr. Zabala, if ghosts really exist."

Lord Alberton gently patted the captain on the shoulder.

"Why didn't Vice Captain Paul tell you these things directly in writing, instead of using such weird means?"

His words made Captain Sabara speechless for a moment. He wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

"I am more inclined to think that someone put this picture into the vice-captain's room during the voyage. As for when this painting was painted, it is unknown. Maybe Vice-captain Paul had seen it before. The corpse of this monster, whose imagination had drawn up such a picture, was found and placed therein for some reason.”

Lord Alberton spread his hands and explained.

"I did not sense any trace of Vice Captain Paul's presence in this room. I believe the same is true for all the legendary mages. If even we cannot detect it, then I have reason to believe that Vice Captain Paul will not The ghostly form exists here.”

"Yes, even if there really is some mysterious power that allows Vice Captain Paul to retain his will in this world, he would need energy to draw pictures, energy to move pen, ink and paper, which would inevitably produce radiation. But there are no traces of similar radiation in this room, and it is impossible to confirm his existence with existing observation methods."

Her Excellency Rumia Calvados added that she did not completely deny the existence of ghosts, but she also explained that according to the current level of magic, they could not observe the existence of anything suspected of ghosts.

"Besides the strangeness in these rooms, is there anything unusual about the entire ship?"

Mr. Stanion walked near the bed, stretched out his hand to explore, then shook his head and asked.

"There seemed to be no other reports, just strange noises and things being moved around in these rooms."

Captain Sabara replied, looking around the room as if he wanted to find any trace of Vice Captain Paul's presence.

"The reason why I applied to sail this ship to the main plane is because I want to seek your help. We also have some people left in the Baltic demiplane to monitor the situation of the hole at all times."

"You can dock the Storm Rose at Dudley Port, which is a military port of the Midland Federation. You can enter the country with this."

Lord Braggs said, and he casually transformed a piece of paper with writing on it and floated it into the hands of Captain Sabala.

"At the same time, I will send some mages to set up powerful detection arrays in these rooms. Once any abnormalities occur, we will know immediately."

...

It was already dusk when Reiner and others left the Storm Rose. Under the setting sun, the huge battleship turned golden, and the hanging shadow covered half of Ernest City, giving people a heavy sense of oppression.

Reiner, who originally planned to go directly back to the hotel to pick Claire up for dinner, found that he was being followed after leaving the Storm Rose.

It is very stupid to follow a high-level mage, but on the other hand, if you want to quickly make Reiner aware of your existence, following him is an extremely clever method.

Reiner walked through the city and soon came to a secluded street. He randomly found an outdoor table in a deserted cafe and sat down, ordering a cup of ordinary Midland coffee.

Two minutes later, a cloaked and hooded man sat opposite Reiner.

"If I remember correctly, you should be wanted by the Magic Association."

Reiner picked up the coffee and took a sip. Midland coffee is actually espresso with water. It tastes bitter and irritating. Since there are so many federal workers in Midland, these people need to rely on this strong way to refresh themselves. Only then did this specialty coffee develop.

"So you want to take me back, Lord Rainer Ingle."

The other party slightly raised the brim of his hood, revealing gray hair similar to Reiner's. A pair of blue eyes reflected Reiner's appearance. This man has a beautiful appearance, and is more charming and seductive than Claire. , ordinary people may be fascinated by it just by taking a look at it, and it is difficult to control themselves.

It's just that Reiner is already a high-level mage. The moment she looks at him, the magic weapon automatically unfolds a mental barrier, blocking the psychological suggestion of the charm spell.

"This thing isn't working for me, and I haven't thought about seeing an orthopedic surgeon yet."

Reiner shrugged. Sitting opposite him was his sister, Phyllis Inglet, who had been missing for many days.

"Orthopedist?"

Phyllis tilted her head cutely, not really understanding what Reiner said, but she didn't care either. Instead, she pursed her lips and smiled, which was a little helpless.

"Sorry, this is not my wish. I can no longer control this ability, so I appear in this posture."

Passive charm? This is not a good ability.

Reiner recalled a case of passive charm bloodline recorded in a certain unofficial history. Such a person would be loved by everyone as soon as he was born, but as he grew older, this ability would become stronger and stronger, eventually making other people The love for the patient becomes deeper and deeper, and eventually turns into a strong possessive desire. The better result is to become a slave raised by an adult, while the unlucky guy will be violated by multiple people in turn until death.

"The world is at stake, Reiner."

Phyllis continued, her eyes sincere.