The harbor suddenly rang a rapid bell, and the sharp bell ringing sounded like a loud sound. The people who were sending the command were scattered toward the center of Autrick City and brought the news - the storm was coming, and the sailors turned around and looked at the huge black waves weaving on the sea outside.

In the waves, shadows are sneaking.

All the personnel had entered the city. The commander watched everyone leave before turning around and leaving the sidewalk and walking up the towering stern. He looked at the silver wave marks on the Akira Sea in silence, and then issued an order to the fleet:

"Anchor."

The scholar beside him trembled and raised questions: "Dear Mr. Rodrigo, I should not have questioned your authority, but there was a storm on the sea. Is it necessary to leave the anchorage at this time..."

"Call me Captain, Mr. Hales," Rodrigo Deanris turned around, "The Empire asked you to come here to find the last ether node, and my mission is to protect the safety of the city, and if the navy fails, everyone will not be spared."

He pointed to the outskirts of the sea, where pointed fins were passing through the clouds, leaving a silver mark on the wind element layer. Scholars could almost see the shadow between the huge waves, the four open arms, the twinkling blade, and the long snake-shaped hair, as if passing through the elemental layer.

He couldn't help but take a step back.

Rodrigo did not accuse the latter of his weakness, and the other party was not a soldier at all.

"The ships of the Imperial Navy should not sink in the port," the man turned his head and replied, "We will go outside the island to meet the enemy, no matter what the wind and waves, until the storm passes, or each of us will be buried under the sea. But this is the duty of the soldiers and has nothing to do with you. Mr. Hales can take my hand to the castle - may it be strong enough that my deputy can protect you all."

The scholar expressed admiration for the courage of the fleet commander and asked again:

"What is the Captain's plan for the Empire?"

"Will the Empire have support?" Rodrigo asked back.

"Maybe, there will be," the scholar replied, "we have asked the Empire for assistance."

“There is a change now,” Rodrigo said, “if in the worst case, we are going to evacuate all the residents of Otrick early.”

He looked up at the scholar: "Mr. Hailes, I will buy you enough time, but you must tell us the time limit before the ultimatum is issued. My assistant is still in the city, and the safety of everyone in the city of Otrick is also handed over to you. I don't doubt that he has the courage to bring this letter to Mr. Great Craftsman, but please remind him not to be too addicted to his work and forget the time."

The scholar nodded and got off the ship under the escort of the guards.

The flames in the furnace are still bright.

The lady in the house dressed in a warrior costume was looking up, taking the letter from the scholar, and asking, "Is this the captain who gave us? Let us stay here and find a way to evacuate the residents of Otrick before the plan is implemented?"

She looked out the window, and the rain dripped down the stone eaves and fell on the railings. The water splashed, and the light of the fire reflected her long brown hair, braided into a bunch and hung on her chest. She pondered for a moment, "I understand, I will stay to protect you."

She put the warrant on the table, "Next, I will send someone to strengthen the city defense in case Naga, who escaped the net sneaks into the city, and others will organize the residents and arrange the evacuation point. Bachelor Hales, what are your requirements?"

The scholar shook his head, "Just as the commander said, we can't get involved in the matter here. If possible, please send some people to protect the crystal tower in Autrik City with us. The ether node we measured is below."

He paused: "That is the Empire's plan, it must be foolproof. It doesn't matter what accidents happen to us, but that plan is related to the future of Sintaan."

The lady nodded and looked at someone inside the room:

"Senef, take them there."

...

"Senef Agat."

The old sentry woke up from the nightmare. Listening to the drizzle outside, the strong wind was blowing the wooden boards creaking, and raindrops floated into the building from time to time. Through the windows, you can see the rain outside weaving into lines, connecting them into a rain curtain.

He let go of his hands, his arms pressed a little numb, and he looked at the guards watching him not far away. Everything in the past seemed to dive into his memory along the cold rain, calling his name over and over again in that cold voice.

He gradually realized that the voice was not a ghostly illusion, but from the young man in front of him. The Saint-Selected man, holding a torch in his hand, made the flame reflect his old face, looked at him and said:

"Mr. Seneff, you should be very familiar with this place, right?"

The other party removed the fire and let the fire shine on the hall that had been silent for many years. The hall broke through a hole in the war earlier, and the roof was probably broken somewhere above it, and the rain gathered down from there, forming a waterfall.

The young man looked at all this with compassion.

Time is like a frozen in the past.

The old sentry remained silent. The hall should have another name - the Autrick Craftsmen Association, but at this moment there were no more than one ten. Under the towering columns, there should have been a foundation with towering beryl crystals embedded on it.

The half-human and half-snake-shaped gray and white corpses crawled on the base, with about a dozen, as if they had just entered the hall and had suffered a catastrophe.

There was also a human on the cracked crystal, which had already turned into a dry bone. The knights of the Sword Court took it down, but there were no valuable clues on it, only the skeletons were covered with robes.

"This man is Bachelor Hales," Isa said softly: "Bury him well. He has no place to be sorry to the Empire. Maybe he is a little sorry to the residents of Otrick City, but that's not his fault, that's the Empire's decision."

The tall Rudne, standing beside him, was silent and silent. But Duor, the governor of Andreus, who had entered the imperial soldiers, was trembling when he heard the words. He looked at the knights of the sword-holding courtyard around him in shock and suspicion.

Some people question the supreme empire in public. Shouldn’t you be in charge? Isn’t the person holding the sword the most sharp sword of His Majesty the Emperor?

But everyone seemed to be familiar with Isa's words. He was the Saint Selected, and the Saint Selected was privileged in the empire.

The sycamore-like governor seemed to remember something again and asked, "Senef? Somewhere did I seem to have heard of this name?"

Isa glanced at him: "Don't ask if you shouldn't."

After saying this, he seemed to be no longer interested in anyone, and walked forward on his own and came under the crystal tower.

Isa raised his head, "The measured ether node was under this hall, Rodrigo's deputy, the lady, sent a team of men to garrison here at the time of the outbreak of the battle, and Bachelor Hales was in it."

He seemed to be asking, and he was talking to himself: "As for what happened later, why the ether torrent ran away, the dead star light swept across everything, turning the entire Autrick into a dead domain, and even the last ether node was missing, but people didn't know-"

"But in fact, there were still survivors at that time." The young man turned around and looked at the old sentry.

Duor seemed to remember something about this sentence, and suddenly turned around and looked at the old sentry in front of him like a ghost. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but when he remembered the young man's words, he couldn't make a sound for a moment.

The young man seemed not to expect his answer, and he walked forward and placed his hand on the pedestal.

Suddenly, everyone heard a low sound, and the base slowly moved away to the side. The next moment, the accumulated water on the ground poured in, forming a vortex. After the vortex dissipated, a black hole appeared from under the base.

The old sentry looked at the scene in surprise.

The young man turned around, "No wonder, Mr. Seneff," replied Isa, "You are not the only executor of the order. Later we found other survivors at that time, and naturally understood what was happening here."

"It's not complicated for the Empire to get a secret."

The old sentry spoke for the first time: "So what's the reason you brought me here?"

His voice seemed a little hoarse.

Isa looked at the ladder that extended downwards and replied, "I know that everyone who participated in the mission had just discovered Your Excellency in Andreus. You are the one who has been following Rodrigo the longest time. The information you have may help us-"

"So you came for that last node, too?"

"Absolutely," Isa replied, "this is my mission, but the purpose of the Empire is more than that, of course, as a reward, we will tell you how the follow-up to that story of William."

The old sentry shook his head: "I will no longer trust the Empire."

"It's understandable," said Isa. "But this is not a compulsion. You can think of it as a transaction. You were the witnesses of everything that happened here in the past. I had no right to argue with anything, but the orders of the Empire that day may have led to everything, but it was not meaningless."

"What's the point?"

Isa was silent for a moment, "For tomorrow."

...

Fang Zhu watched the fine water splashes slide down the portholes, and the water droplets hit the bulkheads outside, making waves of sounds. The strong wind was blowing tightly, and the pouring rain curtains were also rolling one after another.

The sky was almost impossible to see clearly outside the window, and the storm had completely covered the entire island. If the Qihai Traveler was just an ordinary sailboat, it would be almost difficult to sail in such a weather, but even so, almost everyone had to go to the deck to help Miss Tata control the sail.

On the contrary, he came down in his spare time - almost all the casters on the ship were making final preparations - Miss Naturalist, Cui Xisi and box. These professions linked to magic require a lot of time to prepare their own things, such as charging plugins and crystals, and providing technical support for other combat professions during combat.

As for him, he has his own affairs.

It's not just the function of the captain - the magic crystals that are reserved by craftsmen have been fully charged, enough to maintain several battles, and the spare plug-ins maintained for others have been checked one by one, and those that don't even take much time.

Cui Xisi was still worried outside and came to question him why a small Seven Seas Brigade needed so many logistics plug-ins. Luo Hao and a shield guard needed to prepare more than three sets of warrior plug-ins. Is this necessary?

But the fairy craftsman opened the door and saw the various plug-ins and magic equipment prepared in an orderly manner on Fang Yu's table, almost piled up into a hill. He couldn't speak for a moment, so he had to ask, "......... what are these?"

"This is our habit," Fang Rong explained patiently: "This time, the number of opponents is expected to be far above us. To deal with different enemies, different equipment is required to avoid being in a hurry. Everyone is used to bringing more sets of different plug-ins, as long as everyone has the remaining weight."

"But this is not bad..." Cui Xissan said: "There are only two craftsmen in the group, can we be busy?"

"It's nothing, I'm used to it," Fang Yu remembered that he was at Dawn Star again, where did he go? "In the past, Miss Sikape... Forget it, I won't talk about this. I've almost finished debugging here. If you are not very used to it, you can hand over some of the plug-ins to me."

"No," Cui Xisi's face turned red and she quickly shook her head. She didn't know who Skapei was, but when she thought that she had boasted about Haikou before, she thought that the craftsman leader was not as good as her, she wanted to find a crack to drill down.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! Fortunately, she just thought about it in her heart and didn't say it out loud, otherwise she would have really died of socialism right now. She changed her mouth and said, "No, no, I'm so busy, it's just a little strange."

In fact, other teams are not unfavorable to meet the needs of a variety of combat environments, but when she is in the Sacrament Guild, everyone usually chooses general plug-ins, and even matching magic furnaces and superior magic equipment.

Those magic tools with higher levels naturally have more general performance.

Fang Yuming's answer to this question is simple - that is, he has no money. Almost all the magic equipment of the Qihai Brigade is made by himself. Although the quality is quite excellent, those higher-level magic equipment are all from higher-level craftsmen.

A very realistic problem for him is that he has a craftsman level, but the craftsman level is a dead limit. If the high-level equipment fails to meet the requirements, it means that it cannot meet the requirements. It is just like he can complete β crystals or even γ crystals at this stage, but it is impossible to make holy crystals.

Teams like the Sacrament Guild, which are backed by large clubs, can naturally spend money to purchase more advanced equipment, but for the already stretched financial situation of the Qihai Brigade, maintaining the Qihai Brigade account almost costs a large part of the team's expenditure.

As for the rest, it is unlikely that these "luxury goods" will be purchased.

And Fang Zhu spread his hands.

Cui Xisi was also speechless. She felt that she seemed to be increasingly unaware of this team. Some parts of it looked extraordinary, but other aspects seemed to be full of the atmosphere of a grass-roots team.

"So the equipment in the group is made by the leader, you?" The girl was stunned for a moment. What kind of monster is this? No wonder the other party was familiar with these plug-ins and magic equipment. If these are his own works, how can we not understand it?

This naturally has a benefit.

As the chief craftsman of the team and the leader, he has a deeper understanding of the team's strength because of his mastery of the overall equipment of the team. Many craftsman team leaders have such a great advantage.

But there should be no such equipment involving all aspects of the team, from magic equipment, weapons, to every plug-in on the equipment, and even magic furnaces and magic crystals, they are all handled by him.

Not to mention whether it is necessary to do this, which craftsman can span the three major fields of plug-ins, magic tools, and crystals? Needless to say, Fang Ling himself is also a combat craftsman. Now, even the craftsman in the assembly are also a part-time role.
To be continued...