Lord of the Silver Crow

After leaving a sentence to help pay attention to the relevant news, Yago returned to the cloakroom and did not continue to disturb Irene's work.

After returning to the cloakroom and dividing a portion of the grilled steak with Shugein, Yago began to grill his own unique dinner of steak with macaroni.

In the early hours of the morning, perceiving his already full spirit, and after confirming that the deadly power shared by the tomb-keeper and the encumbered master was fully restored, Yago once again prepared to explore the sea of ​​fog of memory of the extraordinary person on the tidal path.

Closing the door, releasing the spirit mist to block the room, Yago turned on the subtitles and called up the floating perspective. Then, he took out a silver coin——

【Lucky check=49.....】

【Lucky check=3650】

success!

The lucky buff added was successful, and Yago had a little confidence.

Glancing at the silver coin in his hand, Yago chose to put the silver coin away.

Because the lucky buff is uncertain, and the effective situation is also unstable, I have encountered Yago who ended the buff by picking up money many times, and chose to wait for the exploration to complete before preparing for the gambler fallacy.

He would cry if he used up luck skills while preparing for the gambler's fallacy inexplicably.

Holding the silver key, Yago activated the Death Lamp.

Like a tomb-keeper walking in a foggy cemetery, the gloom of the dead soul lamp and the boundless fog surface at the same time.

Pieces of mottled fog, a little darker than the surrounding fog, were distributed in various places in his field of vision.

Yago looked for the darkest mist in his vision.

According to what Uncle Sander told him, there is a saying in the ocean of memory.

The more important the memory, the darker the color of the fog.

The more secret it is and the less it is possible to tell other people's memories, the darker the color of the mist.

However, this does not mean that the darker the fog will contain the more important information.

For example, for a male Extraordinary, the memory that contains "no lift" may be darker in color than the memory of the mysterious side.

According to the factors that affect the color depth of the fog of memory that Uncle Sander said, the memory on the mysterious side that cannot be told to anyone, and that only one can know, should be the darkest color.

If you give an example, taking Yago as an example, the fog of memory that contains the information of "traverser", "system", "gatekeeper mask and ruined temple", and "Xugein is related to his own life" should be the color. The deepest.

The words in the back row are "the gambler and the gravekeeper approach coexisting", "Elsa is not dead"...

In the back row, there are events related to the mysterious side of the thorn tree.....

Looking across the darkest pieces of memory fog, Yago thought, he chose the leftmost one.

As he approached the fog of memory, the light of the Death Soul lamp dispelled the fog, allowing Yago to see the scene.

In the upper half of the field of vision, an endless ocean emerged.

And what is the dividing line is the rotten ship's edge.

Looking down, it’s the deck...

On the deck, scattered pieces of pale skeletons, human bones, and biological bones that look absolutely non-human, many of which have been covered by moss.

At this time, a voice sounded:

[Captain Longfellow, we found something in the cabin! 】

The language sounds a bit erratic, the pronunciation of light and accent is not very different, and there seems to be no distinction between light and accent...

Atoran.

When Yago recognized the language, the owner of the perspective who heard the voice turned his vision, passing over the damaged deck full of traces of battle, and paused slightly on a corpse that looked like a stick insect.

The pale bones form a long rod, and a few strange, skeletal stacked feet stick out from the side, with some suspicious, decaying flesh and blood on it...

And the bones of the head had been shattered, and Yago couldn't tell which creature it belonged to.

The viewing angle master did not give Yago any time for careful identification. After a short pause, he moved his sight and landed on the cabin under the damaged deck, walked a few steps forward, and jumped out of the cabin.

Logically speaking, the deep cabin, which should appear dark, was not dark in Longfellow's vision.

In the cabin where there are many human or other animal bones, there are a few young people with bronze skin.

A woman with bronze skin wearing only a leather corset and shorts, similar to other men, was standing in front of a tattered wooden barrel. Seeing Longfellow appeared, she pointed to the barrel:

"Captain, there is a book in the bucket..."

Hearing her words, Yago saw the angle of view flickered slightly—the man named Ferranro made a nod of his head.

Immediately, he raised his hand.

Upon seeing this, the woman couldn't help but pounced to the side.

In the next instant, the fine water, like a high-pressure water jet, swayed with Ferranro's fingers, cutting the barrel in half from top to bottom.

The barrels were separated and poured to the sides.

A slightly damp leather notebook in a wooden barrel.

Ferranro glanced at the woman who was laughing awkwardly, and stepped forward.

The leather notebook without any markings just lay there quietly.

Afterwards, Ferranro raised his hand...

Hit the leather notebook hard with a punch!

And at the moment he shook his fist, the leather notebook squirmed, fangs pierced from under the leather, and the paper opened and closed, revealing a big mouth, biting towards Fernanro's arm.

At this moment, in Yago's vision, a fine stream of water appeared around Ferenro's arm, like a knife blade.

Without any pause, Ferranro's arm directly penetrated the monster disguised as a leather notebook, and the water blade tore its body.

Slap, slap, slap...

Pieces of flesh and blood that were still squirming landed on the ship's board.

The arm was raised again, and a stream of water rolled out, rolling up the squirming flesh and blood package, and rolled it aside.

[It's a simulacrum! Good stuff. ] A young man's eyes lit up and he walked to the corpse of the Mimic.

On the other hand, Ferranro turned his vision, his vision was turning around in the cabin...

Finally, his gaze stopped on a piece of rag covering the thigh bone of a corpse, and he immediately walked a few steps, reached out and picked up the rag, turned over the rag, and said in an admonishing tone:

[Gravekeepers have the means to guide the gathering of spiritual fog. They will actively guide their own spiritual fog to gather to cover their own memories. Moreover, when they have not read the memory completely, they will infuse the dead’s spiritual fog into some Carry on the inconspicuous items for transfer. 】

[Remember, even if you find something like this, don't easily extend Lingwu to try to read it yourself, so as not to destroy the information. 】

As he said, he threw the rag to a young man in front of him:

[We cannot read the memory without the turbulent spiritual fog in our tidal path. Once the turbulent spiritual fog, the memory will be messed up. 】

At this time, the young man who was teasing the corpse of the imitation monster who hadn't died, suddenly said:

【team leader! There seems to be something in this mimetic body! 】