The Zelgaon family fleet.

Flagship, Captain Interior.

Dean, who had changed into a pair of dry clothes, sat in his chair and picked up the steaming tea in front of him—according to Dean's tone, Tom had specially prepared it without milk, sugar, honey, or anything else, just boiling water and tea bricks.

"Tom, next time remember to pour out the tea that was brewed the first time!"

Dean took a sip of tea and commanded.

"Okay, young master!"

Tom bowed and replied yes.

He didn't know why, but the wizard never lacked the spirit of exploration and discovery - he would try it and then move on.

"Miss Mivile wants to see you!"

Tom, who stood up, said.

"Hmm!"

Dean frowned for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Tom immediately turned away, and a moment later, Mivier, who had also changed her clothes, appeared in front of Dean.

Taking off the wide cloak, Miviel had no panic and fear on her face, showing her own beauty.

The long emerald green hair, combed into a double ponytail at the back of the head, and the amber-like transparent eyes, with a simplicity that seems to not appear in the world.

However, it seems that because of Dean's previous sword, Miviel is still a little afraid of Dean.

Even when she asked to see Dean, she still looked trembling.

"What's the matter with me?"

Dean couldn't help but chuckle as he looked at Miviel in his chair in front of her.

"I—I want to be an alliance with you, an ally!"

It's still stammering, but the tone is still so firm.

"I've seen the remains. He won't be there again for a while! ”

Dean replied.

"But, but...... He's still coming back - you don't know his weaknesses. You can't beat him! ”

Miviel stammered. Something was revealed.

"What weakness?"

Dean asked subconsciously after thinking of the peculiarity of the burial remains.

"He, he has a Möbius mark, a mark, and only by destroying that mark can you kill him!"

Miviel replied bluntly.

Dean was stunned, he didn't expect the other party to say it so lightly - at least, if they formed an alliance, it would be quite a bargaining chip!

"You just told me about the weakness of the burial remains, then...... What else do we need to form an alliance? After all. I already know what I want to know! ”

Dean said slowly.

His gaze was on Miviel in front of him, who had clearly thought of the question as well.

However, there was obviously no solution, and suddenly, his eyes turned red.

"Okay!"

Looking at Miviel with tears rolling in her eyes, Dean frowned, and he waved his hand, "I agree to make a temporary alliance with you - for the sake of the information you provided...... What will you be? ”

Miviel was pleasantly surprised, and then, for some reason, looked at Dean.

"What are you good at in swordsmanship, spells, alchemy, or sailing?"

Dean asked specifically.

"Does singing count?"

Miviel thought for a moment. He lowered his head a little embarrassed and said in a low voice.

"Singing?"

Dean was stunned. He really couldn't connect the stammering other party with the singer, and likewise, he didn't intend to discuss anything about the other's flaws.

"Stay on board for the time being, and trade your labor for your food and clothing!"

Dean said.

"Salary, salary?"

Miviel asked.

"Food, clothing!"

Dean replied.

"Before, when you were fighting, you had a terrible aura on your body, and they ......"

Miviel continued.

"Besides, do you believe that I broke our covenant?"

Dean's gaze swept away, cold and stern, without the slightest hint of joking.

"No, don't!"

Miviel waved her hand in panic.

"Seal the previous words in your heart, and don't tell anyone - go to Tom, and he will arrange for you!"

Dean waved his hand.

"Okay, okay!"

Miviel nodded, and walked out of the cabin quickly, looking impatient, obviously worried that Dean would regret it again.

Looking at Miviel's back as she disappeared behind the door, Dean's eyes narrowed slightly.

The fingers of his left hand tapped lightly on the arm of the chair, and then, with his right hand, lightly rested on his left chest—the beating of his heart was so strong that he could clearly feel it in the palm of Dean's right hand even through the clothes.

In the same way, he could feel something else beating-

A crystal containing the Blood of the Gods.

The crystal was right next to his heart, and it seemed to come to life, beating like a heart.

Feel the crystal that is like a heart, containing the blood of the gods.

Dean's brow furrowed tightly.

If it were just the crystal itself, Dean would never have been so worried.

However, the 'blood of the gods' other than the crystals made Dean quite worried.

After all, the research and use of the 'blood of the gods' by the Ring of Morbius has mostly ended in failure, even if it succeeds...... Thinking about the burial of the Son of God, Dean didn't feel like there was anything to discuss.

And Dean didn't think his luck would be surprisingly good.

So, he made some preparations--

A sharp dagger, and a mirror.

and enough candles for lighting.

Dean pulled open his shirt and sliced open his left chest with a sharp dagger—no difficult thing for Dean.

The experience of being in Edmond's room made him very accustomed to this kind of behavior.

He was about to take out the crystal that contained the 'blood of the gods'.

This kind of dangerous thing, Dean doesn't think it's a good thing to keep in his body.

I use a mirror as a reference for observation, and. The vibration that grew clearer and clearer. It was easy for Dean to find the crystal containing the 'blood of the gods'.

But. When he saw the crystal again, Dean frowned.

Golden filaments, like spider webs, stretched out from the crystal, and then, firmly wrapped his heart in it.

"This ......"

Dean's already tightly furrowed brow was completely locked up.

He tried to provoke the golden threads with the tip of the dagger, but the tip of the dagger had only just touched the golden threads. A sharp pain erupted from his bones.

Even Dean, who was able to cut his chest without changing his face, was sweating like rain under such pain.

If it was just pain, Dean would grit his teeth and hold on.

However, a strong sense of weakness forced him to stop his movements.

And after the dagger left the chest, quickly, without even stitching, Dean's chest returned to normal, leaving not even a single scar.

"One with my body...... No, no, no. I should be a part of it......"

Dean felt the difference.

And then, inexplicably. He thought of what the 'indiscriminate killer' would look like when he died.

"Only death can take you out?"

Dean muttered to himself silently.

Dean naturally has a fear of death, especially when he doesn't fulfill his long-cherished wish, and Dean is even more unwilling to die like this.

So, without learning more about the 'blood of the gods', Dean temporarily stopped his previous actions.

His attention turned to the 'Demon Dragon's Prison'!

Those trance-filled memories were very unreal, but Dean was sure that they had happened.

At least, he could feel that he had something more!

It seems ethereal, but it is real.

It's just that he can't touch these 'things' now—it's like you see the display through the glass window, but you can only see it, but you can't touch it.

Once you reach out, all you touch is glass.

That's how Dean is in this state.

When he closed his eyes, he could clearly feel the power of majestic, cold, scorching, strange, empty, dignified, proud, ruined, or dead.

However, it cannot be touched.

Not to mention the use.

"What an unpleasant experience!"

Dean commented, and then he began to put away the things around him.

Sitting quietly in his chair as before, he picked up the tea that had already been cold, and at this time, there happened to be a knock outside the door.

Knock, knock!

"Young Master, Your Excellency Mordis is here!"

Tom's voice rang out.

"Your Excellency Mordis, please come in!"

Dean didn't get up, but said so.

When the door opened, the Wizard Tower Master walked in.

"Kaya, you stay outside the door, there are some things I need to discuss with Lord Zelgang alone!"

The Wizard Tower Master commanded.

"Yes, sir!"

Kayah bowed, and then, after saluting Dean, he stood outside the door, just like Tom.

"You look good!"

Dean looked at the Wizard Tower Master, smiled, and invited the other to sit down.

Although after Edmund's death, Mordis's strength was restored, but compared to the previous feeling of 'recovering from a serious illness', the feeling that Mordis gave Dean at this moment was a 'complete recovery'.

That kind of strong, with a hint of ruinous atmosphere, but also has a sense of justice and majesty.

If you close your eyes, it's as if a lightning bolt has fallen in front of you.

"Dean, you too!"

After the wizard tower master sat down, he replied with the same smile.

If when he first saw Dean, he seemed to see a mountain with a fierce beast, then at this time, the mountain was getting bigger and bigger, and the fierce beast itself had become a group at this time!

Hideous, tyrannical, yet incomparably powerful.

It seems that if you are not careful, you will be devoured.

And this feeling made the wizard tower master more and more affirmative.

"You've found the 'way'?"

The Wizard Tower Master asked.

"It's supposed to be touch, but there's a slight barrier - I can see them, but it's as if there's a glass in front of me, and as soon as I reach out, I touch it!"

Dean shook his head and replied very 'honestly'.

"That's more than anyone else!"

A look of praise appeared on the Wizard Tower Master's face.

PS Second Update~

Go to eat yellow stewed chicken at night~

Thanks to the prodigal son wandering in the four seas, turtle0920, and the reward of 200 starting coins of the light of the moon, sdicsn, slightly cold ζ Tianhan, the night of Tianjie, and the reward of 100 starting coins of the silver sword god~~~ Decadence bows again and thanks to the brothers and sisters who support decadence~~~ (To be continued......)