The flames that formed a smiling face in the air scattered and reshaped into a flaming hand, and slowly floated to Onai's face, as if he wanted to give Onai a high-five.
Onai looked at the hand burning with fire, feeling a little scared in his heart, but with Plisson in front of him, Onai mustered up the courage to reach out and make contact with the flaming palm floating in the air.
The palm made of flames disappeared the moment it came into contact with Onai's palm. At the same time, the flame also left a flame on Onai's palm, but it was different from the flame mark on Plisson's palm. The inflammation scars are in the shape of a cross and are darker in color.
Othlemon looked sideways at Ao behind Pleasant and saw the cross inflammation on his palm. His pupils were slightly dim and the hand holding the lantern shook unconsciously, but it immediately returned to normal.
Osramon rubbed his eyes, then pointed to the inflammation in Pleasant's palm, and said to the two of them: "This inflammation mark contains a trace of Field's power. When you encounter danger, the energy stored in the inflammation scar will The power will be released, strengthening your body for a period of time, and during this period of time, you will also gain the ability to control fire."
"The strengthening effect of the flame scars will only work once. When the duration is over, the flame scars will disappear."
"When I was in the Rift Wilderness just now, I carried out large-scale destruction indiscriminately... I'm so grateful to you. This flame can be regarded as compensation."
"Boss, you're too polite, you're too polite." Plisson quickly waved to Oselemon. Although he still had some respect for this dangerous pirate king in his heart, Oselemon's words just now The series of actions really made Pleasant's favor towards him rise. Even the inflammation on his palm became beautiful in Pleasant's eyes.
Pleasant looked at the red inflammation on his palm, and then consciously stretched out his hand.
"...Earl... Well, it's not just the two of us who were affected by your indiscriminate attack just now. I also have two friends who were affected by your indiscriminate attack. But it's a pity. What's more, the two of them don't want to do it now. How about you consider the compensation of my two friends on my head and give me two more flaming scars?"
Othlemon did not directly refuse Pleasant's request, but said with a smile: "Generally, only extraordinary beings of the legendary level and above can withstand two or more flames. Extraordinary beings below the legendary level or ordinary people For humans, one flame scar is the ultimate, but if you accept two flame scars rashly... there is a very high possibility of death."
"Well... Even so, I remember that they didn't seem to have left much. This compensation should be given by the earl yourself."
After listening to Othlemon's words, Plisson retracted his hand in a dignified manner.
"Go downstairs first. If you have anything else, we can talk about it later."
Osramon ended the conversation, and the three of them walked down the stairs to their seats on the second floor. In the aisle of the second floor, a familiar figure appeared in front of Pleasant.
"Luas..."
Luas, who was standing in the corridor, raised his head and looked towards Pleasant. Just as he was about to drive, he suddenly found that besides Onai, there was also a tall, skinny old man standing next to Pleasant.
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"...Ghost Earl."
Luas looked at the bag in the old man's hand, and immediately swallowed back the words she was about to say. Her hair stood on end, and her body frantically responded to the "danger" message in her mind. Unprecedented panic and trembling swept through her, and a fierce urgency The feeling made her a little breathless.
Plissen originally wanted to tell Luas that the current Ghost Earl had no ill intentions towards them, but when he saw Luas's expression suddenly changed and he didn't dare to take a few breaths, his original idea Just forget about it.
Luas usually doesn't show this look, and Plisson, who has always been good at finding fun for himself, will not miss this rare opportunity.
Pleasant chose to remain silent and wait and see.
Luas, on the other hand, remained stern, with drops of cold sweat dripping down his face, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
Osramon looked calmly
Looking at Lu Yas in front of him, he moved his fingers slightly, and a stream of light shot out from the lantern, and turned into several discrete fires in mid-air, quickly approaching Lu Yas.
Luas wanted to avoid the fire that was rushing towards him, but the speed of the flames was too fast. Luas had no time to dodge and was hit by several scattered flames.
Luas sighed secretly in her heart. She thought that her body would be burned after being hit by the flames, but the expected scorching heat and pain did not arrive. The flames dissipated the moment they touched her, and at the same time, a burst of A stream of warmth flowed into his body along with the dissipated flame.
"What's going on? Am I still alive?"
Luas looked at the flame that appeared in the palm of his left palm with a somewhat surprised expression.
"Don't be afraid, little one. Please believe that I don't mean any harm." Orthelemon stepped forward and patted Prison gently on the shoulder. "If you are still doubtful, you cannot completely let go of your hostility." , you can ask this gentleman to explain it to you."
"ha?"
Pleasant shrugged, his enjoyment probably gone.
"Puli, what's going on? Why did you get together with the ghost... this old gentleman." Luas's eyes turned to Puley, his voice full of doubts and confusion.
Pleasant walked quickly towards Luas and whispered to him: "Seriously, I am not very clear about the current situation, but for now, the Ghost Earl has no ill intentions towards us."
"No malice? In that wilderness, if we hadn't used teleportation at the end, I'm afraid all of us would have been burned to ashes!"
"Well...according to what he said, he was mentally affected during that time and his consciousness became violent and irritable, so he attacked the surrounding things indiscriminately. We were accidentally injured."
"What do you believe in what he says? Why has your mind become so unclear?"
"I am not so naive as to just listen to other people's words. Some of what he said to me is true, but there may also be some falsehoods in it. But I think for now, we should still believe a little of what he says, try our best. Cooperate with him."
"Why?" Luas said in confusion.
Pleasant opened his palms, and the inflammation marks on his palms were particularly eye-catching.
"The person who can be called the king on the dangerous sea is definitely not something that we awakened ones can compete with."
"Since we can choose to be with this pirate king, why should we deliberately go against him?"
"I don't want to be burned to ashes."
Like the despicable savior
Feeling sad and happy
