But at the same time, the effect and power it can produce are far greater than magic in the general sense.

Many wizards can only master the simplest and most basic magical rituals of summoning, binding, prophecy and exploring other worlds throughout their lives.

But Zuo Si was different! Ever since he acquired the profession of [Creator], he knew that he could not cast spells through incantations and gestures like other apprentices in the tower, so he put all his energy into learning the difficult and obscure magic rituals.

Because this is the only way he can cast spells besides making magic items and using scrolls.

Some rune combinations were so subversive that even the great necromancer, Asta, couldn't help but praise them.

Compared with the caution and prudence of traditional spellcasters, Zuo Si is better at using his unique perspective as a time traveler to maximize the power of magic rituals from another angle.

Moreover, the several magical rituals that he improved usually did not require hours, days or weeks of preparation and repeated checking.

In less than half an hour, all preparations were completed around the beach where the pirates lit a bonfire.

When the low incantation was chanted, the eyeball soaked in preservative fluid with the optic nerve suddenly flew into the air in an anti-gravity manner and floated motionlessly about thirty meters above the pirate's head.

"It's done!"

Seeing the bone powder that had completely disappeared under his feet, and the priceless black agate gems that had turned into transparent gravel, Zuo Si's eyes revealed a hint of pity for these pirates.

Because he knew that these vicious guys would soon die in the most painful and desperate way.

After completing the magic ritual, Zuo Si immediately and carefully returned to his previous hiding place and reunited with the soldiers and leopard he summoned.

On the other side of the beach, the tired and hungry pirates had already begun to wolf down their food.

In particular, a few huge ogres almost ate a whole pot of ricin-rich seafood soup by themselves.

However, "Bloody Hand" Hallett did not eat the food brought by his men. He just drank the wine in the glass silently and took a bite of the grilled fish in front of him from time to time.

After about seven or eight minutes, he suddenly asked the hobgoblin beside him: "Have our people returned?"

"No! There are still twenty-five people who haven't returned." The latter hurriedly gave an exact number.

"Twenty-five people didn't come back?"

Hallett frowned subconsciously, as if he had noticed something was wrong.

In his opinion, chasing after a mere four stray dogs that escaped from a merchant ship, losing at most two or three of his men was already the limit.

The hobgoblin nodded quickly. "That's right! Most of them are humans and a small number of orcs. My men, Bon and Mark, are also missing. Obviously, there are either some dangerous creatures on this island, or the merchant has some powerful magic items. But don't worry, I have sent two teams to investigate, and I believe there will be results soon."

"Very good! You really didn't disappoint me. After this deal is over, I will choose to retreat behind the scenes and let you inherit the name of Bloody Hand and continue to gallop across this sea."

A look of satisfaction appeared on Hallett's face, and he made an exciting promise to his deputy who had followed him for many years.

"Thank you for your generosity and trust! Don't worry, even if I inherit the name of Bloody Hand, I will still regard you as my eternal captain and offer my loyalty to you." The hobgoblin knelt on one knee, shaking with excitement.

You know, he has been waiting for this moment for three years.

Many pirates who make a living in the Nelanther Islands may not survive more than three years.

Although the earth elf couldn't understand why the mysterious Captain "Blood Hand" in front of him would give up the reputation he had built and choose to retreat behind the scenes.

But this did not stop him from imagining that after inheriting the title of "Bloody Hand", he would continue to expand his team and form a huge fleet that could plunder the entire west coast of Faerun.

He even became the common leader recognized by all the pirates in this sea area - the Pirate King!

Hallett noticed the ambition revealed in his men's eyes, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly to reveal a teasing and playful smile.

However, this expression only lasted for less than a second or two before disappearing.

After the pirates wolfed down their fill, they soon gathered together to drink, fight, wrestle, gamble, and swear at each other.

For them who live on the boring sea all year round, the above are the only entertainment activities.

Especially the bare-handed fighting and wrestling, which can maximize the violent factors in the hearts of these evil guys and make them feel incomparable happiness.

And usually speaking, the two parties involved in a fight will not really kill each other.

At most a few bones would be broken, or the person's face would be covered in blood and he would become unconscious.

Since ricin is a relatively slow-acting poison, coupled with the sensory stimulation caused by alcohol and the fight, no one in the entire camp showed any discomfort after three and a half hours.

Of course, except for the orc cook who sprinkled the ricin crystals into the soup pot with his own hands.

The poor fellow was now lying on the ground where supplies were piled, coughing up blood, vomiting, and having diarrhea uncontrollably, turning into a jet warrior. His throat was sore and burning, as if it was on fire.

The urine also changes from normal white or yellow to a frightening dark red.

The severe pain that spread from his stomach throughout his body left him with no strength to even shout for help. He just kept sweating.

It's easy to tell that the handful of high-purity ricin that this guy swallowed before had taken effect, so he was poisoned earlier than others, and many of his important organs were failing at a very fast rate.

If no one treats him, he will probably die soon.

But unfortunately, all the pirates' attention was attracted by the exciting fight that was going on, and no one noticed the situation of the orc cook.

Just as his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness, a chaotic sound of footsteps suddenly came from the dark jungle in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, a team consisting of eight hobgoblins and two ogres, escorting four human captives tied with ropes, appeared in everyone's sight.

The four human captives were none other than Captain Bass, the first mate, the boatswain and Bernard, who had abandoned the merchant ship and sailors and secretly rowed ashore to hide.

The leading hobgoblin walked in front smugly, grinning and showing his big yellow teeth: "Captain! Look what I brought you!"

Hallett laughed happily: "Hahahaha! Well done! You will get the reward you deserve, I promise. Also, tell me where did you find these guys?"

"Hehe! What a coincidence! These four guys were tired, hungry and thirsty after hiding here and there for the whole day. They wanted to run to the lake to replenish some water before dark and grab some bird eggs to satisfy their hunger. We just happened to find them and caught them."

As he said this, the leading hobgoblin pulled the rope hard, causing the four weak captives to kneel down in front of their captain.

Among them, the boatswain, who had obviously put up fierce resistance during the capture, had both arms hanging limply.

It looks like it's either dislocated or the bone is broken.

After all, there are two extremely powerful ogres in the hunting team, and ordinary humans can never be their opponents.

In contrast, Bernard, the heir to the Chamber of Commerce with great value, was not harmed at all.

But after seeing the notorious Captain "Bloody Hand" with his own eyes, his whole body immediately began to tremble violently and uncontrollably, his eyes filled with despair.

If he were an ordinary pirate, he might be able to return home safely after being captured by paying a ransom.

But Hallett was obviously not an ordinary pirate, and he looked down upon the insignificant ransom...

(End of this chapter)