Faye’s League of Legends

　　Birgewater is a kingdom of pirates-but among the surrounding islands, there are some people who do not want to be pirates.

　　 Some of them are craftsmen and some are fishermen. They believe in snake mothers and abide by the teachings of Naga Kapoulos. They are a rare stream of chaos.

　　 (By the way, Sarah’s parents are one of them. They are the best musket artisans, living apart on a small island.)

　　According to the teachings of Naga Kaporos, all believers in the night of Soul Era must gather in the temple of the snake mother, reverently confess their mistakes, and learn the teachings of Naga Kapoulos.

　　 But this year, old Pete had to make an exception.

　　Because of the war in Bill Jiwater, old Pete lost his job of cleaning the deck-the ship where he was sinking in the fire.

　　Because his daughter Anna was ill, old Pete owed a large amount of foreign debt in order to seek the help of the Naga Kaporos sect.

　　Naga Kapoulos is not a kind deity—even his followers need to pay for help, and they don’t owe money!

In desperation, old Pete owed a large amount of foreign debts to help his daughter get help.

Don’t look at the collapse of Planck’s rule, but at the level of little bastards, the order hasn’t changed much—everyone just changed a boss, what should we do, so old Pete’s debts can’t be A write-off.

It seems that the deadline for repayment will be reversed. If Old Pete cannot change the money on time, Anna is likely to be dangerous-if it is attacked because of debts, the priest of Naga Kapoulos will not help Old Pete. revenge.

In desperation, old Pete can only hurry to make money.

　　How to make money?

　　Old Pete thought of the sunken Abyss.

　　 As Planck’s ship, the Abyss can be said to be all treasures, and the candlesticks above are silver-plated!

　　After Bill Jiwater's chaos, many courageous guys sneaked into the sinking place of the Abyss, and touched a lot of good things on it!

　　 Unfortunately, this kind of salvage is organized. They control the ruins of the slaughter wharf. Guys like old Pete are not eligible to take a slice of the pie.

　　 But today is different.

　　 Today is Ecstasy Night. Those guys are all tightening the temple of the snake mother today, and no one will grab business with old Pete.

　　 As long as old Pete went to slaughter the ruins of the pier at night today, and find something out of the Abyss, it would be no problem to pay off the debt!

　　 It was with this thought in mind that when everyone ran to the temple of the snake mother, old Pete rowed his own boat and quietly came to the slaughter wharf.

　　 Before he set off, he drank half a bottle of SCUD spirits in one breath, only to be brave enough to push the boat off the water on such a night.

　　 As the black mist gradually thickened, old Pete finally felt the ruins of the slaughter wharf.

　　Looking at the messy pier in front of him, old Pete grabbed the bottle and took a big sip, wiped his dirty beard, and poured a little bit out of the ship's outboard-this was for the beard lady.

Alcohol makes old Pete feel warm and his head is a little heavy. He slowly rowed the boat and crossed the warning buoy made of a hapless egg corpse that was privately explored until the sea area where the Abyss sinks. Down.

　　 confirmed his position, Pete pulled up the oar and threw it into the bottom of the bilge, drank the remaining half of the bottle of SCUD spirits-he looked at the bottom of the bottle, left just a bite, and then threw the bottle into the sea.

　　 The second cup for Ms. Beard.

　　 Finally, old Pete closed his eyes and bent down beside the boat, immersing his rough hands completely in the sea water.

"Naga Kapolos." Old Pete began to pray, begging Ms. Beard to give him a trace of good luck, "I don't want much...please help this poor believer and get a ration from your barn ——Please take care of me and bless me... If I am killed in your arms, let me hide with the other dead."

　　After completing the humble prayer, old Pete shrugged off his tattered coat and closed his eyes and jumped into the water.

　　 But when old Pete's head was only a few inches away from the water, his movements were forced to stop.

　　 opened his eyes, and old Pete saw a pale face staring at him, and the lifeless cold light flashed on this pale face.

　　 Old Pete screamed, his body was hit by an invisible force, and he fell into the boat on his back.

In the blink of an eye, the fog became thicker, and the lights of Bill Giwart in the distance disappeared at once—replaced by the thick, dark, black mist that rolled over the sea.

　　The legend is true!

　　 The black mist is coming...

　　Old Pete grabbed the oar and stabbed into the mouth of the oar rack in a panic.

　　 Go to his XXX debt! Now all you need to do is leave quickly!

　　 Unfortunately, it's late.

Black Mist brings a forceful cold, and once touched, it will cause the blood vessels under the skin to quickly die. Can't stop crying out.

　　 "Ms. Beard... Abyssal Snake Mother...Naga Kapolos..." He sobbed and prayed in a low voice, "Please take me home, please, I sincerely—"

　　The next moment, old Pete's prayer was interrupted.

　　 A pair of hooks with chains pierced his chest, and the eye-catching blood dripping from the hook tip formed a stream.

　　The third hook pierced his stomach, and then the neck got a fourth.

　　 Fifth and sixth thrust into his hands, pulled him down firmly, nailed in the cabin.

　　The severe pain made the old Pete howl.

A shadow slowly appeared in the dark mist, exuding the purest malice in the world, the emerald green flame lingering around the horned head-the burning pain from the pierced joints of Old Pete seemed to be a desire The vengeful spirit is tasting his suffering.

　　 The undead in front of him was wrapped in a black ancient vestment, and the rusty key around his waist scraped the edge. He held a corpse lantern in his hand and wobbled with a chain. There is a groan of grief, which seems to contain infinite evil desires.

　　 A small door opened on the lantern, and old Pete felt that the soul in his warm flesh had loosened.

　　In the bottomless halo, the tortured undead were almost crazy in the endless purgatory, screaming heartbreakingly, attracting old Pete to join them.

　　 Old Pete struggled to keep his soul, but as a ghostly invisible sickle waved, his life came to an abrupt end, and the lantern closed with a click.

　　 "An inferior soul." The lantern owner's voice seemed to be rubbing rubble on the tombstone, "but it was the first hammer stone to collect tonight."