At the same time, on a ship in the sea near the city of Dowa, Mittor was leisurely leaning against the side of the ship and basking in the sun.
These few days can be said to be the most leisurely days he has had in a while. The church’s ships are just great.
Sure enough, his choice to join a pirate group disguised as church members was an extremely correct one.
Just as he was leisurely looking at the sparkling sea, a man in a sailor suit suddenly walked out from the deck and walked straight towards where Mitor was.
"Randall, the captain said we need to dress up in uniform later."
Randall is the identity that Mittor is using now.
Hearing what the visitor said, Mittor showed a hint of just the right amount of doubt on his face:
"We are all dressed in the same disguise. Where are we going?"
The sailor named Fate nodded, then laughed and said:
"We will also attend the maritime trade conference later. Do you want to buy anything?"
"I'll keep an eye on it for you then."
Mittor glanced at the man in front of him named Fate. The things he wanted to buy were rarely seen at a trading conference of this level.
Of course, he couldn't tell the truth about this matter.
Mitol showed an embarrassed look on his face: "I don't have many dinars, I guess I can't buy anything."
The man named Fate patted his chest, making a loud bang, and said in a very righteous manner:
"It's okay, I can lend you some when the time comes."
Mitol also laughed and said, "We'll talk about it later. If I don't have enough dinars by then, I will definitely borrow some from you."
Fate showed a satisfied smile on his face, then chatted with Mittor for a few more words before turning around and preparing to return to the deck.
But just as he reached the entrance of the ship, his pants suddenly fell down.
At this moment, two female crew members came out of the ship.
Fate froze in place, forgetting for a moment to pick up his pants that had suddenly fallen off.
The two female crew members glanced at Fate's face, then lowered their gaze. One of them tutted her tongue, and her tone was somewhat amusing:
"That's it?"
Hearing this, Fate woke up as if from a dream. He immediately bent down and pulled up his pants, his face flushed:
"Linda, Joan, listen to my explanation. Things are really not what you think."
The lady named Linda nodded and said perfunctorily:
"Yeah, yeah, I know, it's your belt that suddenly loosened by itself. It's none of your business."
"Your underwear fell off on its own, too."
"Yes, yes, that's it!" Fate nodded quickly.
Upon hearing this, the lady named Linda looked at Fate with disdain:
"If you were more courageous and responsible, I would admire you even more, but now you are..."
Having said that, Linda shook her head, and with a look of disappointment, she pulled June around Fate.
The man named Fate was in tears. He was obviously telling the truth, so why didn't people believe him?
They really just fell off suddenly, it had nothing to do with him.
Fate became withdrawn and walked back to the deck with a melancholy look on his face.
Several familiar crew members saw Fate in this state and said with concern:
"What’s wrong with you?"
Fate forced a smile on his face and said, "It's okay!"
This was all he could say now. Did he have to say that he was deeply hurt by that sentence just now?
Does he have any shame left?
On the deck, Mittor watched Fate walk into the ship's tower, his mouth slightly raised, and he whispered to himself:
"It's a fun prank, isn't it?"
After saying this, he recalled the warning that was directly triggered by his spirituality when he heard that he would also be attending the trade conference.
He fell into deep thought and began to carefully analyze his spiritual intuition.
“It’s a little risky, but not too risky and acceptable.”
"Interesting, it looks like this trade fair will see some unexpected changes."
"I can actually sense some risks." Mittor chuckled.
You have to know that he is a Sequence 4, and a Sequence 4 who is trying to advance to Sequence 3.
The fact that he could sense a hint of risk showed that this change was not simple.
"interesting!"
On the other side, after a day and a night of sailing, the ship finally arrived at the city of Dowa.
But soon, the members of the Golden Apple Treasure Group on the deck noticed something was wrong.
Why aren't the ships sailing towards the ports they are familiar with?
For a moment, everyone looked at each other, and inevitably speculations emerged in their minds.
But as the ship continued to sail, someone from the Golden Apple Treasure Group suddenly screamed:
"I see!"
His scream attracted the attention of several people around him: "What do you know? If you have to fart, do it now!"
The man who screamed showed a hint of shock in his eyes and said without keeping anyone in suspense:
"This is the route to the church's private port!"
Hearing this, several members around showed surprise on their faces, but soon the surprise turned into "so that's how it is".
"It turns out that the young captain is from the church. No wonder he is so strong!" One of the members exclaimed in amazement.
"I guess only the church can train such a strong warlock and produce such a powerful ironclad ship." Another member echoed.
As they sighed to each other, the ship continued to sail, getting closer and closer to the church's private port.
Dozens of minutes later, just as the ship was about to enter the port, a man floated out from the sea and floated in the air. He looked at the ship where Eros was, frowning slightly:
"Who are you? Ships other than those of the church are not allowed to enter the port."
At the top of the ship, after hearing the sound coming from outside, Eros walked up to the balcony.
He did not say who he was, but took out the Night Watch badge that represented his identity and injected a trace of spirituality into it.
When the warlock floating in the air saw the Holy Emblem of Reincarnation emerging on the badge, he nodded slightly, then slowly descended and dived back under the sea.
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