"Who...are you locked up here?" The woman opened her mouth and made an extremely hoarse voice that was difficult to form into a normal sound segment.
"Mute?" Plisson thought to himself. He noticed something strange in the woman's voice, and at the same time he found many scars on her white skin. These scars were like centipedes crawling on the snow, extremely hideous.
"Do you need me to help you escape from here?" Plisson spoke with compassion. It seems that this woman has been imprisoned here for more than a day or two, and she doesn't know what kind of torture she suffered.
The woman didn't respond. She looked at the dark walls around her, and then lowered her head.
"Don't worry, I'm not a bad person, I can save you." Plisson took out Kuang Lan from his waist, preparing to cut off the iron chains that bound the woman.
Unexpectedly, the iron-cutting wave fell on the thick chain but failed to cut it off, leaving only a very shallow mark on the chain.
What is this chain made of and why is it so hard? Pleasant didn't believe it and used his extraordinary power to chop a few more times, but the result remained the same, only a few more shallow marks were added to the chain.
"This chain is much harder than I thought." Plisson gave up such violent removal and was ready to think of another way.
The woman looked at Pleasant blankly. For some reason, tears rolled in her eyes and fell down from the corners of her eyes.
"Hey, why are you crying? I'm a good person." Plisson wanted to comfort the woman and make her feel relieved, but he didn't expect that what he said made the woman cry even harder.
Pleasant had no choice but to use the method he had just thought of first. Pleasant took out 088 and consumed Dowler to cast a spell called
The spell of "Golden Corrosion". A faint golden light emitted from Pleasant's hand, and extremely corrosive metal dust immediately fell on the hard chain.
One end of the chain connected to the wall was quickly corroded and broken by Pleasant's spell. With the crisp sound of the chain falling to the ground, the woman was freed from the restraints, but she still shed tears and remained in a squatting position, motionless.
"Hey, the chains have been broken, follow me, you are free." Pleasant opened his mouth, but the woman still didn't respond. She just stared blankly at the music box placed in front of her. While I was talking, the music box suddenly stopped playing for some reason, possibly because of a malfunction.
"Do you want it to continue making sound?" Plisson pointed to the music box not far away.
The woman seemed to understand Pleasant's words this time. She nodded, her blue eyes filled with hope.
Plissen was most afraid of others looking at him expectantly. He looked at the woman's sad face and sighed helplessly.
Pleasant walked to the side of the music box and stretched out his hand to operate it. The music box soon made sound again, and it was still playing the Canglan Sangras tune from before.
The music started, and the freed woman stood up and walked slowly to the music box. She looked at the music box with all her concentration, as if this small music box contained everything about her and was the most precious treasure in this world.
Pleasant wanted to just take the woman away, but at this moment, Pleasant suddenly heard a rush of footsteps coming from above the cabin.
Plisson was shocked. Besides him, who else would go deep into the Seagull Channel? A bad suspicion came to his mind.
Pleasant unfolded the Eye of Root, and his vision reached the upper level through the cabin. With the blessing of the Eye of Root, Pleasant clearly observed the source of the footsteps and the current rank of the visitor.
"The next one wakes up." Pleasant breathed a sigh of relief. For a moment, he thought that the person coming was the lunatic Jolsa, and he was about to get ready. Fortunately, he opened the Source Eye in time and saw the person clearly. Strength.
With Pleasant's current strength, it would be difficult for Lower Awakening to pose a threat to him, and he could deal with the coming ones in an open manner.
A man wearing an old-fashioned Canglan military uniform stepped into the cabin at the bottom. He immediately saw Pleasant and the woman next to the music box, with solemn expressions.
"Who are you! What do you want to do!" The man in light armor drew his sword and stared at Pleasant warily.
Wait, this shouldn't be your line. Pleasant was stunned for a moment. The other party's question almost made him think that he was the bad guy.
"I mean no harm." Plisson said in a deep voice, and at the same time, the extraordinary power of the upper knight began to gather, exuding invisible pressure.
Pleasant's original intention was to shock the other party. After all, he did not want to cause unnecessary conflicts. But he didn't expect that his aura would actually cause a bigger reaction from the other party.
"Captain, captain, there's an enemy attack! There's an enemy attack!" A man in light armor shouted to the top of the cabin.
Broken, there's trouble. Pleasant quickly reacted and used 088 to cast a technique called
The spell of "Sinking and Shaking the Bronze Bell". The faint radiance condensed and turned into an illusory bell, which directly trapped the man, restricting his movements and restricting his voice from being heard again.
It is not advisable to stay here for a long time. Pleasant turned around, preparing to take away the woman wearing the divine fragment, but as soon as he took a step back, a shining silver thin sword poked out from the wall next to him.
Pleasant was unable to dodge, and was stabbed in the shoulder by the sharp sword that suddenly appeared. Waves of numbness spread from the wound throughout his body, making Pleasant's body slightly stiff.
Realizing that something was wrong, Plisson immediately activated the blood of Mammon flowing in his body, showing the form of the Greedy Familiar.
Broad black wings spread out from Pleasant's back, and the wound on his shoulder healed instantly. The stabbing just now left no trace on his body.
What happened just now? Suddenly a sword protruded from the wall. Pleasant looked at the wall where the rapier had just been stretched out. There was nothing on that wall at the moment, and the sword that had been stretched out just now seemed to be just an illusion.
But the pain and numbness radiating from Plisson's newly healed wound didn't lie. Suddenly, Plissen felt a chill coming from behind. He ducked sideways, narrowly escaping another attack from the silver rapier.
This time, Pleasant finally saw the attacker clearly. A black-haired young man holding a sword slowly emerged from the wall. He was wearing an old-fashioned Canglan military uniform, and his clothes were slightly shabby. His body was like a ghost, easily passing through the entity, and The sword he held in his hand was the silver rapier that stabbed Pleasant just now.
"Jerend's tax collector? Why did you appear in Seagull Gap?" The young man's voice was very cold, and the silver thin sword in his hand exuded a cold light.
Jerlend? Tax collector? Pleasant was stunned for a moment, but then quickly understood that because the spell cast by 088 was too consistent with his own state after turning on the alienation, the ability of the legendary profession of tax officer was too consistent, and the other party was thinking that he was Jerund's subordinate. of people.
"I am not a tax officer, nor am I one of Jerend's men. I came to Seagull Gap this time just to find something." Plisson explained.
The young man smiled, and then responded coldly: "I don't believe it." As soon as the young man finished speaking, his body moved to the side of Pleasant like a ghost, and with lightning speed, he moved towards Pu Lisen. Leeson launched the jab.
The young man was very fast, reaching an incredible level. Their bodies overlapped one another, as if multiple people were raising the same sword to attack at the same time, making it difficult for Plissen to resist.
Pleasant could only raise his broad black wings to defend himself, but even so, his wings, as hard as steel, were turned into a hornet's nest in just a few seconds.
"Armor plating!" In order to deal with the young man's continuous attacks, Pleasant cast a higher-level defensive spell through 088. A layer of armor shining with golden light was attached to Pleasant's body surface, protecting him. The thrust of the silver rapier.
Plissen, who was keeping his figure steady, also confirmed the opponent's occupation through the spatial fluctuations emanating from the opponent's body and the unpredictable silver rapier.
He can pass through walls, double shadows, and can continuously perform small-scale spatial displacements. There is only one profession in Plisson's mind that can perform these abilities at will.
Legendary profession, leading priest.
