"It's not a good thing. Black Crow Port is gone. If the new governor discovers the letters in my room, these two old bastards will definitely not be able to take advantage of them." Plisson thought about his room. The key "criminal evidence" about the two earls was preserved, and the depression eased a little. "It would be great fun if the new governor took this to the Duke of Annecy."
"But... these don't seem to help my current situation."
Touching his empty pockets, looking at the empty boat, and thinking about his unknown future, an extremely strong sense of emptiness enveloped Plissen.
Without any savings or preparations, he will feel very insecure, find it difficult to stabilize himself, and be in a state of calmed anxiety. This was a bad habit he was born with, and it remained consistent even in another world.
Especially after his original preparations are destroyed by various unexpected circumstances or his original things are taken away, he will find it even more difficult to feel at ease, and will fall into useless thinking and intense confusion.
He felt terrible about himself now.
"I feel like I have nothing again, just like when I first arrived in this hellish place called Norton eight years ago." Plisson looked up at the gloomy sky, and the wound under the black eye patch stung faintly.
"Maybe it was worse than that, when I was left alone."
Pleasant subconsciously wanted to grab something next to him with his hand, but his palm stopped weakly in mid-air and dropped weakly, and his already bloodless face became even paler.
He tightened his grip on Kuanglan. This precious enchanted weapon seemed to be the only valuable thing left on his body.
"It's been 23 years. As a time traveler, my life has really been a failure." Plisson glanced at the scars on his body and smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly.
This is a cheesy time-travel story.
This is a terrible world.
The real world is basically impossible to be the same as the template of online novels. He is not the protagonist here. At most, he can only be regarded as an ordinary person with a little extra stuff in his head. He can be crushed to death at will in front of high-ranking people. of dust.
His soul, which died accidentally due to a car accident, was born in a baby in a different world, and thus began a life in this world of war, blood, chaos and violence.
Different from the predecessors of time-travelers in online novels, he does not have a golden finger, nor does he have extraordinary intelligence or talent. He does not have a prominent aristocratic status after time-traveling. His father is just a pirate wanted by various countries, and all he has is A memory belonging to a visitor from another world.
In this world with "extraordinary" beings, the truly strong can override the so-called rules.
Ever since he learned some basic knowledge about "extraordinary" since he was a child, he has tried his best to move in this direction. However, even with the blessing of being a favored person of gods, he has only been in the circle of extraordinary people for more than 20 years. Wandering back and forth between low and middle levels, it is difficult to take even one step towards a higher level.
Everything he has built up after many twists and turns are just dominoes that can be easily pushed away in front of a truly strong person. Even if he tries his best to save it, it will be in vain in the end.
In the face of absolute power, he can't protect anything.
Whether it's a relative or yourself.
But this does not mean that he will only stay like this for the rest of his life. He can try to work towards a higher level.
Twenty-three years accounted for nearly half of his experience in two lifetimes, but for his life after this world, it seemed not so much.
He still has a lot of time, he still has a long way to go, he still has a lot of unfinished things, and he will never let himself die halfway.
After all the relatives in his previous life and this life are no longer in this world, everything he insists on and works hard for now is not for others, but only for himself.
He has to live! And live better than others!
Plisson grabbed the oar, and the self-deprecating smile on his face became even more intense, "Now I at least have one of the most precious things."
"Freedom, ridiculous freedom."
"But people always have to get up from the bottom, and there seems to be no other better choice at the moment."
The fatigue in his expression faded a little, and he began to stand up, looking at the endless sea in front of him again.
With nothing left, he should now set a new goal and start a new story.
"Vito...er." Plisson muttered the name slowly, but the characters that might be related to the name in his mind were not worthy of that beautiful face.
He subconsciously touched his neck, where there should have been a necklace with magical effects added by an awakened wizard. But unfortunately, this precious magic item had turned into gold sand and disappeared in Vitor. In the evoked flames.
It can withstand at least one fatal injury close to the legendary level, but the triggering requirements are extremely demanding, and it must reach a "fatal" level before it can be triggered. When he was attacked in Black Crow Harbor before, Plisson was blinded in one eye by the "Black Blade" during the battle. If he hadn't run fast, he would have almost been killed on the spot along with Sea Dog and Iron Ox.
But even at this level, it still did not trigger the effect of the magic golden chain.
But Vitor just swung his sword with a seemingly careless blow, and this magical item directly triggered the defensive magic engraved in it at a speed that even Plisson could not react, and then quickly turned into ashes and disappeared.
It's like being in trouble.
"What kind of monster did the Duke of Annecy send here?" Plisson's face twitched, but then he calmed down as if he thought of something happy again.
"But having said that... is he a boy or a girl? It's completely difficult to tell the gender just by looking at that pretty face. If he's a girl, why would he call himself a boy? But if he's If it’s really a man...that would be much more interesting.”
Just when Pleasant's thoughts drifted to a strange place, a burst of thunder suddenly came from the gloomy sky, accompanied by continuous lightning, thunder and heavy rain, as if a storm was coming.
"Your Majesty, Mr. Feng, there is no need for you to take advantage of this moment and add insult to injury to a loser." Plisson, who was soaked in the water, suddenly felt extremely bad again, so he mocked Mr. Feng, one of the four great gods, with a sad look on his face. .
Compared with the Fourth Age, the activity of the gods in the Fifth Age has almost dropped to the extreme. Even the miracles left behind are very few, let alone the manifestation of the true God and the legendary divine punishment. Because of this, the strength of traditional church organizations has dropped a lot, and the status of gods in people's eyes is no longer so lofty. Especially in the Aquila Empire, where faith is greatly lacking, the place where God's name is mentioned is most likely not in a holy church, but in vulgar jokes on the streets.
Compared with the so-called "god", the vast majority of Aquila people believe more in the stacks of coins with the image of King George I in their pockets.
Pleasant originally just said casually, but he really didn't expect that as soon as he finished saying this, the thunder in the sky became louder and louder, and the originally calm sea began to make waves one after another.
In this situation, his boat could only rise and fall with the waves, and he had to be careful of excessive water accumulation on the boat to maintain as stable a state as possible.
Is this a manifestation of the true God?
"It's over. It's not good to make fun of anyone, but I made a joke on this man. Now I can give up my career as a pirate."
"Lord of the Wind, King of the Wind, Son of the Wind, Long Live the Wind, you are the real uncle. Please, stop the strong wind."
Pleasant held on to both sides of the boat to prevent the waves from overturning the boat. It may be because of too much rain. His face is now getting paler.
Pirates don't have to have faith, but they must have some faith in Fengjun and always maintain high respect for this great being when they are at sea.
This is the seventeenth rule recorded in the "Pirate Code" written by the ancestor of all pirates, Emperor Roland, known as the Pirate Emperor. Although this pirate emperor was killed by his own brother in the middle of the Fourth Age, he also It was in the hands of William I, the former emperor of the ancient Canglan Empire, but the "Pirate Code" written by him has been passed down to this day and has become the code of conduct for most pirates in the world.
Pirates have no laws, but the supreme code always restricts their behavior. This is a sentence that many pirate captains like to say, but what's worse is that Pleasant's brain just happened to forget this sentence for a short time.
Obviously, if the storm continues like this, both Pleasant's ship and Pleasant himself will probably be buried in this sea.
He wanted to try reciting a prayer to see if he could calm the anger of that being and stop the storm.
There is no way around it.
In order to better deal with members of various religious organizations, he once wrote down the prayers of various great beings, including the four righteous gods. In addition to these, he even wrote down the prayers of some beings called evil gods. , such as the "Ouroboros" of the Alchemy Society, the "Seven Sins" of the Fallen Sect, and the "Sage" of the Secret Law Society... After all, in the Sky Eagle Empire, which lacks faith, compared to the orthodox Missionaries from the Church of God have more contact with these so-called “cult organizations.”
He recalled the eulogy about "Wind Lord" in his mind. He had never believed in God. At this moment, facing the power of the sea and storm, it seemed that he could only choose this self-rescue method.
"Lord of Ten Thousand Waves..., King of Blue Wind..., you are the incarnation of...the sea, the one who controls...thunder and...storm... ...." Plisson struggled to read in the ancient Elvish language against the rain and waves, which seemed to be more effective than the normal common language.
However, before he was halfway through his prayer, a huge wave rose up from the rough sea and crashed directly towards Pleasant and his boat.
Plissen was unable to dodge and was pushed deep into the sea by the waves, and the seawater with a bit of fishy smell instantly poured into his mouth and nose. When his consciousness fell into drowsiness, he had no choice but to swim up desperately. He had to return to his boat before the water suffocated him.
In the process of swimming upstream relying on instinct and the will to survive, Pleasant felt that he had caught something. It seemed to be a rope, but the touch was very strange. He grabbed the rope and kept moving upwards. Pulling, wanting to get close to the sea and breathe the air...
Then? And then there was no more.
Before approaching the sea, his groggy consciousness seemed to be defeated first...
...
He has never had any good luck, and perhaps he got the worst ending.
