Calamara's Necklace of Resentment was finally sold for 2,390 pirate gold coins. The price far exceeded Beals' expectations, but he really couldn't be happy - after discovering that Oliver was missing, he called a few more capable men to go there. Looking for it, but no one came back until the artifact was sold.
Biers stood on the counter and glanced around, deciding to go to the agreed meeting place to find out in person. After making up his mind, the enthusiasm in his eyes was gradually replaced by coldness.
According to the original plan, Bills' "acquaintances" would take Austin to the VIP room reserved for certain big clients in the black market, and then use some tricks to snatch the artifact.
There are only two VIP rooms in Black Market No. 81, both of which are located directly below the entrance. The entrances are guarded by guards dispatched by the Baie Island official.
Biers was a regular customer of this black market, and the guards on Byea Island were all familiar with him, so they let him in without asking any questions. Before entering, he also specifically asked about the whereabouts of Austin and his men, and got The answer was that they also entered the VIP room.
The door behind him slowly closed, and Beers stood still. In front of him on the left was the VIP room where they had agreed to meet, and in front of him on the right was the "teaching venue" reserved for Austin. The VIP rooms in the black market are naturally not as good as the regular ones, and the soundproofing is only superficial. What is said inside can be clearly heard in the corridor outside, but at this time, there is silence in the two VIP rooms, which seems to be related to the dimness. The corridor is in two worlds.
Rubbing his left index finger and thumb gently, Beers lowered his breathing and walked lightly towards the door of the VIP room on the left front.
The steel door was ajar. Looking inside, there was no one and no trace of anyone coming. All the furnishings were tightly organized.
Biers frowned, his left index finger shimmered, and he slowly exited the corridor. It seemed that the guy who called himself Oliver was not a rookie. I am afraid that he had already seen all the designs here. Or maybe this is simply a trick, the purpose is to seize the powerful artifact in his hand.
Thinking of this, Biers' pace of retreat gradually accelerated. The black market belongs to the gray area of Baier Island. If you kill someone here, you only need to pay a "management fee" and you will not be deported. This is why Biers specially brought the young man here. reason. But now it seems that he has become a prey, and the rules of Baie Island have never been so clear in his mind.
Just leave the black market. Once you leave the black market, the people of Baie Island will take action to stop the private fighting. Anyway, today's goal has been achieved in disguise. The crystal artifact can be planned slowly later. There is no rush for this moment after waiting for so long.
The glimmer of light on his left index finger began to pulse, Biers frowned, and summoned a twisted soul without hesitation in the next second. The pale yellow soul stagnated for a moment and then turned into a thick tentacle, slapping towards the ceiling of the corridor.
Biers ran away without even looking. It only took a few seconds to get from here to the door. Biers just took two steps, stretched out his left hand, and his fingers almost touched the handle of the cast iron door.
There was a flash of cold light in the dim corridor, and Biers felt a sharp pain in his left hand, and then he realized that the soul he had released had lost contact with him.
Austin fell from the sky and rushed into Beals' arms. The golden dagger was pressed against his neck and he was knocked to the ground.
"Don't move!" Austin straddled Beals, pressing his arms with his knees, holding a dagger against his neck with his right hand, and holding down his left hand that was grabbing everywhere because of the severe pain.
Biers looked at it through the cold light reflected by the golden dagger, and his heart suddenly went cold - only the thumb was left among the five fingers of his left hand, and blood was pouring out from the four wounds.
Beers, who had lost his greatest support, gave up his struggle and continued to beg Austin for mercy.
"Pirate Bills, I am the Royal Navy of the Kingdom of Meletni. I am arresting you in accordance with the "Coordinated Privateering Strike Treaty". I hope you can cooperate. I can kill you directly if necessary, but I don't want that."
After more than a month at sea, Austin finally said this line that he had rehearsed for a long time. At this time, he was actually a little emotional. The experiences in the past two days almost made him forget that he was a Royal Navy.
"I cooperate! I cooperate!" Biers whispered through gritted teeth.
Austin tore a strip of cloth from Beals' clothes and tied his hands behind his back, then dragged his collar to the VIP room on the right front.
After casually throwing Bills on the ground in the center of the VIP room, Austin turned on the kerosene lamp in the VIP room. The yellow light immediately filled the dim room, allowing Bills to see the situation in the VIP room.
He almost fainted after being unable to catch his breath.
In the square VIP room, which was about six meters long and wide, there were about ten corpses lying in various directions, and they were Beals' men.
All the corpses had their eyes wide open, as if they had been killed before they could react. Biers looked at them for a while while sweating coldly, and found that their bodies were covered with wounds caused by daggers, and the fatal blow was a knife in the neck.
The blood of more than a dozen corpses flowed all over the floor, and even some organ fragments popped out. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the area where Biers was lying on his side was still barely clean.
Seeing Austin, who was covered in blood, hurriedly washing the blood on his hands on the sink, Beals somehow got a bit of strength, endured the severe pain of his broken finger, and squirmed towards the door.
The ground was covered with slippery blood, and Biers climbed to the door without much effort. Just as he was about to push the door open, a cold hand grabbed his hair and pulled him back.
"I told you not to run away." Austin squatted in front of Bills and asked incomprehensibly, "I just want to ask you some questions. As long as you cooperate, I will let you go soon. After all, here It’s Baie Island and I don’t want to make other people’s homes too dirty.”
Biers was so shocked that he couldn't speak: he said it as if you didn't kill the people around you.
Austin seemed to completely ignore the corpses around him and sat casually on the sofa that was sprayed dark red with blood. He took out a small notebook and said seriously: "I am now asking you a question as a member of the Royal Navy. I hope you will cooperate with the investigation. Don’t let me do it.”
Biers took a sneak peek at a corpse lying next to Austin's feet, and nodded crazily like a chicken pecking at rice.
Austin breathed a sigh of relief. He thought this guy would be a tough guy, but he didn't expect to agree to cooperate so easily. He also looked frightened. Is the reputation of Meletni Royal Navy so famous?
With a bunch of questions, Austin began to ask: "You stole the soul of Sophia, the goddess of sea, right?"
"Yes." Beers admitted without hesitation.
"Tell me specifically about the artifact you used."
"Sir, that artifact is called Mephit's finger bone. Its ability is to extract the soul of a person or sea monster and store it. It can be released to fight. The side effect is that it will make people greedy, cruel, and cowardly. Once extracted, The more souls there are, the greater the impact.”
Mephit is a mythical humanoid species that can confuse humans. Austin has heard legends about them from Oliver.
"Doesn't it sound like a gift from a good god, but from an evil god?"
"I don't know, sir, I got him from a desert island." Biers almost put his head on the ground, praying in his heart that the madman in front of him would not get angry because of his answer.
"Do you remember where that island is?"
"Remember, there is a sea map in the inner pocket of my leather jacket with detailed routes on it."
Austin nodded slightly, his expression became serious, and what came next was the highlight: "Where did you steal Sophia's soul?"
Biers felt that his pants were soaked by the flowing blood, and his voice trembled: "In the Kingdom of Dofrela, the Poseidon Church in Traverse City!"
Travers is the largest port city on the coast of Telemensu in the Kingdom of Dofreira. It is also one of the few cities in the Kingdom of Dofrera where Poseidon belief prevails. The headquarters of the Poseidon Church in the Kingdom of Dofrera is here. Established in Traverse.
"Are you sure? That is the headquarters of the Poseidon Church in the Kingdom of Dofreira. How did you steal Sophia's soul?"
"The range of action of that artifact is very small, but it can pass through walls. Sophia is imprisoned in the dungeon of Poseidon Church, and I completed the soul stealing outside."
"Detention?" Austin was a little surprised. Sophia's situation seemed to be a little different from what he thought.
"Sir, you know that there is no church in the world that has a saint. The Poseidon Church treated her as a heretic and imprisoned her in the dungeon, and then she was burned on the stake."
"Then why did you steal his soul?" Austin's eyes became cold, as if he was a different person.
Such a change in momentum scared Biers into a cold sweat, and his voice became even more trembling: "Yes, it is a Bishop of the Poseidon Church. He believes that the appearance of the Saint is a prelude to the Poseidon's awakening, and wants to protect the Saint first. To put it bluntly, he just wants to protect the Saint. First, control the saint in your own hands."
"Poseidon wakes up?"
"That guy said that Poseidon is about to walk the world again."
Austin thought of the bishop who presided over the ceremony on Bahar Island. Did he want to awaken the sleeping Poseidon? The seven righteous gods are in a deep sleep, which is a fact stamped by the church. According to the church, when the world faces a catastrophe, the sleeping seven righteous gods will wake up again.
"Then why does he only want Sophia's soul?"
"I, I overheard him discussing with others that they should sacrifice the saint's soul to Poseidon to make Poseidon more powerful, and the saint's body will serve as a beacon for his return." Biers' forehead has been Covered in cold sweat, he didn't know why at all. He was just entrusted to do something. How could he know this? But when he caught a glimpse of the dead bodies from the corner of his eye, Biers gritted his teeth and made up a reason.
Biers' forehead was pressed tightly against the ground, and his breathing had dropped to the lowest rate. He couldn't see that Austin, who was sitting on the sofa, seemed to be in some strange state, his eyes rapidly switching between indifference and confusion, flickering constantly.
