I have been alone since I escaped from Black Crow Harbor, and my life has been very unsatisfactory. "Plisson scratched his head, his expression slightly painful, as if he was thinking of some bad memories.
"My situation in Norton was like that of a mouse crossing the street. I had to be wary of the Governor's army, but also had to avoid enemies and comrades who had made trouble in the past. I was frightened day and night, and I had to keep one eye open even when dreaming. , I was afraid that I would die unknown, so I didn’t even have a good night’s sleep..."
"Stop!" Luas suddenly interrupted Plisson's thoughts of making up a story.
"I asked you to tell me why you came here, not your experiences and sufferings. I have no interest in the life of a pirate at all."
"The story needs to be laid out. It would be boring to do the whole story from the beginning."
"I'm not here to listen to your stories!" Luas glared at Puli and said through gritted teeth.
"Okay, let's have a chat. It's no big deal, so don't lose your temper."
"I hope you are telling the truth."
"Of course it is true, but since you don't like long stories, I have to keep it short." Plisson continued with a helpless face: "I was chased by my enemies and had no choice but to escape to Inriges. , and then I entered this ghost place inexplicably, and got lost in this ghost place, and I still haven’t been able to get out.”
"Let me believe you for now." The hostility in Luas's eyes faded a little, "Like you, I also entered Inrig by accident, and then got lost in this city shrouded in fog, so I think that cooperation Escape from the trap, we should have something to talk about."
"This is indeed a reasonable explanation." Plisson smiled very reluctantly.
Accidentally entered Inrigus, known as Ghost Island and Norton Forbidden Land? As far as Nima Li is concerned, this lie is worse than mine. At least after I told him a reason, this lie was completely illogical.
"Since you proposed it, then you say, one sea, one sea, how can we cooperate?" Luas raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Don't be like that, I am Liang now, don't confuse me with those pirates."
"What? The pirate leader now dislikes pirates?"
"That's not the case. I'm just afraid of being beaten, so I don't dare to do those illegal and criminal things anymore." Plisson waved his hand quickly.
"I hope so." Luas looked disbelieving.
"Yes, by the way, where is this room? Was Miss Colonel also transported here like me?" Pleasant looked at the things in the room again.
The simple furnishings and old decorations give it a somewhat classical feel, but other than that, there is nothing else worth boasting about in the room.
Brother Bin, the other things in this room are either rusty or rotten, or are old and broken. Even the magic lamp, the only one that can barely be called a modern artifact, is almost out of oil.
Looking at the surrounding rings, he once thought that he had arrived in the previous era.
"Teleport?" Luas said with some confusion.
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"Don't you know, Miss Colonel? The city we are in now, which I don't know if it is really Inriges, has several high-level teleportation systems hidden somewhere. Once someone enters the range of the teleportation array, the teleportation array will randomly Teleport it to any corner of this city, as you said, that's how I came to you just now." Plisson modified his speculations and conjectures a little and told Luas.
"Is what you said true and credible?"
"This is my suggestion, but I have personally tested it. The time just now was the third teleportation I have experienced, so I think this speculation is very credible."
"Really?" Luas touched his chest, which was a little sore from being hit, and then looked inside the room with all the doors and windows closed, seeming to believe Plisson's words.
"We are in a room in a two-story attic. This attic is currently the only house with light that I have found in this city." Luas touched his chin and continued
He continued, "There is no door to this house, so as you can see, I walked around."
"Again, I bumped into you for no apparent reason while exploring the room."
"The light you are talking about is this lamp that has not been burned out yet?" Plissen glanced at the magic lamp on the table and felt a little suspicious.
"No." Luas shook his head. "The first and second floors of this attic are all on fire, and traces of recent habitation can be observed, but I searched almost every room and found nothing. When you get a job, you have to be excluded."
"There are traces of human habitation? Are they in this room? Can you show me?" Plisson said.
"Okay, but you have to go downstairs." Luas said as he opened the slightly ajar door.
Pleasant looked straight at Lu Ya. The very dazzling lights in the doorway made him naturally narrow his eyes slightly, and the figure of the other party was reflected in his blue-gray pupils.
Pleasant followed Luas through the narrow staircase. Connecting the first and second floors was a crooked flower-and-wood building. The stairs were very old in terms of both style and structure. Every time Pleasant's feet landed on the next step, the stairs made a creaking sound, as if they were about to fall apart at any time.
After passing the stairs, what caught Pleasant's eyes were messy furniture, books and birds randomly placed everywhere. Dried blood and a dark black viscous liquid covered almost every room in the hall on the first floor. One corner looks extremely weird.
The lights in the hall are not the old-fashioned magic lights that Pleasant saw just now, but a special alchemy, a lighting source called "eternal fire" by outsiders.
The reason why this alchemical creation that looks like a lantern is called this is because it can maintain light for hundreds of years without any external conditions and is difficult to extinguish. It also has a very unique appearance, making it almost the most ideal lighting source.
Although the surrounding scene does look like someone has lived in it, it seems that the owner here is just as lazy as Plisson, who is too lazy to take care of his own life, and even worse.
There was only one corner on the entire first floor that could barely be called clean. The other places were more or less stained with unspeakable dirt and filled with various broken furniture and sundries.
But the things placed in that clean corner had an impact on Plissen that was dozens of times stronger than that of the entire messy hall.
Like the despicable savior
Feeling sad and happy
