After I politely declined the request to board the boat to experience life, the covetous seafarers made another request to discuss with me, but I also refused.

These people tend to fight head-on and head-on power. The battle is indeed full of vigor and the scene is spectacular, but it has not helped me much.

The training method of seamen is to rely on combat to continuously break through their own limits and hone their extraordinary intuitions. It has nothing to do with me, relying on the potential of developing the colonist system, and to achieve stronger combat performance after a long period of running-in. On the eve of leaving the fringe world, I got some amazing things, and at this time I just wanted to digest these skills.

There are only two results when fighting with them.

One possibility is that I dealt with it seriously. They all went together, and I easily wiped the throat with one knife and left behind a beach full of corpses. The reverence of the Voyagers League fell into hostility and was chased endlessly.

Another possibility is that I rely on the competition mode to turn the competition into a group of people playing the eye-catching game of eagles catching chickens on the beach. They are all tired and paralyzed, and they may not be able to decide the outcome.

Moreover, the second type of battle scene always reminds me of the chill scene of "If you catch up with me, I will let you hehehe" and I can't accept it even psychologically!

I didn't agree to any of their requests, but I still got a hearty lunch by the beach.

The white yacht provided by Gulegu Friends is equipped with extremely complete cooking facilities for personal preferences, which can make any taste of meals.

As a young man who doesn’t fish well, he will be forced to inherit his family business. Gu Legu has also developed enjoymentism to the peak. The ingredients and ingredients are top quality on the market. Therefore, everyone is friendly in not eating for nothing, and is trying their best to help Gu Legu solve the problem of spending endless money.

"Good guys, are you all reincarnated by starving ghosts?"

I was not very adaptable to the food that was mainly grilled, fried and fried. I was mainly injured in the wasteland, so I was not fast to pick up the skewers. But in front of these gangs of men, I refused the meat pieces as big as fists and quickly digested the food one by one.

After eating his portion, Zach buried his head in front of the barbecue grill, staring at a skewer that he had just put down and said, "We seamen are physically consuming a lot. They usually compete even if they are fine, so they have a good appetite!"

This is not a matter of appetite at all, okay!

The curve of these people's mouths exceeds the limit of the mandible, right? Will it really not cause temporal bone disorder?

I always thought Luffy had an exaggerated comic book, but I didn’t expect that "One Piece" was a realistic professional comic!

There is no way, so I have to summon foreign aid!

I:

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Police Leopard:

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In terms of eating, I was completely defeated by these guys, but with the attitude of not taking advantage of the situation, I summoned two cheetahs that I had been coveting for a long time and joined the meat feast together.

Strangely, the seafarers were not surprised when they saw the gray leopard. Instead, they friendlyly handed over two skewers of barbecue that were water-cooled, and praised the handsome lynx!

...Lynx is just lynx.

I always feel that there is something wrong with the training method of this Voyager League. It is easy to train your courage and brains, creating a group of barbarians without love.

Zach explained that in their eyes, those whose strength is below them are not a threat, so there is no need to distinguish whether it is a leopard or a cat.

But I think this statement is clearly an excuse for these nine years of compulsory education that have missed the net.

Unfortunately, even with the two police leopards joining, the three of us did not defeat any of the seafarers in the end.

The gray big cats were unable to keep their vigilance in the face of delicious food. Usually, they only ate half full and maintained the ability to run at all times. But now they paused, their stomachs were lying on the beach, rolling hard, opening their mouths to bask in the sun, and they were no longer interested in raising their claws.

"Yes... If you let them eat like this, I can say that they are carefully trained police pigs..."

I touched my chin and thought about the feasibility, and saw Gotz wearing a headscarf walking towards me, holding a bottle of drinking beer in one hand.

"Marcus! You're finally back!"

After this period of wind and sun, Gotz, whose skin was dark and full of hair, was not taken care of. He looked like a giant bear standing up, and even without speaking, he felt extremely oppressive.

But I don’t care about this. No matter how strong the oppressive feeling is, can it be as scary as the four-meter-high deep diving? When I threw the huge deep diving into an A Dou, I never felt huge.

"Gots!" I punched his chest and made a dull sound, "Is it really okay for you to run out for so long?"

I didn't say it clearly, but Gotz could listen to my words and laughed and said, "Don't worry, I'm very good now!"

A tough seaman next to him came over and said to Gotz complainingly: "Gotz, you never compete with us. I thought you looked down on us!"

Gotz scratched his head and said, "It's nothing! If you want to compete with me, you can beat me first!"

After the seaman left, Gotz squeezed away the two police pigs on the ground and whispered in a low voice.

"Marcus, is your disappearance related to a mysterious incident..."

Gotz kept a bright smile, as if he was reminiscing with his old friend whom he had met for a long time, but said something unrelated, "I was the first to discover it on the day you disappeared. The room was covered with fragments of mirrors and emerald powder. Father Carter came over drunk and cleaned the room with me, and asked me to assure others that you had left overnight."

I nodded: "There is some minor situation...you can inquire with Harris yourself."

"Harris is back too?" Gotz said in surprise.

I replied: "Yes. But what I am more worried about is whether there will be any problems if you enter the sea rashly. After all, your family..."

Gotz touched his brown fluffy beard, "No, this time going out to sea is the right choice. I learned some useful skills in the Alliance of Voyagers. Their special exercise method is very helpful for me to overcome and control the negative elements in my nature. I think this rough exercise method is originally used to subdue the animal nature of people."

I asked, "Just that training method of fighting every day? Then how much have you practiced?"

Gotz said hesitantly: "At the beginning, I always heard strange sounds in the sea and always wanted to swim into the deep sea. But after I followed their methods, I numb myself with excessive physical labor and alcohol every day, my physical strength was constantly breaking through..."

"One day when I was fishing, I saw a reef and suddenly felt something. I began to imagine myself as a rock, slowly controlling the mental fluctuations independently, locking my consciousness in a stable state."

...If this is in the main god space, Gotz's Deep Diver bloodline is probably equivalent to the second-order gene lock in the starting line, but has relatively large mental defects.

The training method of the Voyagers Alliance is good at breaking the upper limit of human beings and cultivating beast-like intuition. In fact, it is to liberate and control the wildness in the genes. Therefore, this method is beneficial to seamen and is even more suitable for Gotz to strike lightning!

"I'll reach the third level in just a few months... I'm afraid Zach can cry at your progress." I patted Zach on the shoulder.

"What did you say? What is the third level?" Gotz asked.

I waved my hand and said, "It's okay... the worldview is different. Although I'm a little worried, you will wake up and see a big ball of light. By the way, do you want to understand the meaning of life? Do you want to really... live?"

Gotz's hair stood up in my mysterious tone and shook his head firmly.

I said with satisfaction: "When I see this multiple-choice question in the future, do you remember to choose no?"

"What the hell are you talking about!"

Humph, the wife and daughter died tragically, were discouraged and disgusted with the world, and had huge potential in them. If there was really a space for the main god, such a person would have been pulled in long ago.

Knowing that Gotz is entering the third level and reaching the state of consciousness control, I can basically rest assured that his sunshine is not because he has become a gay man.

His mental state should actually be more like learning to simulate the thinking of his surrounding companions.

"When my father was in a mine, he controlled himself by overdrawing his physical strength until he died. He was eroded. Now I have the same confidence." Gotz explained.

I nodded.

Gotz wanted to leave the Ore Town because the "final disaster" had been resolved, and he felt that it was likely to become a new uneasy factor, so self-exiled is obviously a great thing not to leave now. Being able to perfectly hide negative emotions also means that his emotional control has gone up to a higher level, and he doesn't have to worry too much about him going wild.

But I can't let him get idle easily.

"Gots, don't be too happy too early. The insect scourge in Gemini Town has spread to Mades. As the forest ranger who knows the best of the mountains, you still have to find a way."

Gotz was shocked when he heard this, and finally showed my familiar deep bitterness and grudge expression, "Pest..."

I was about to introduce what I learned further, but Gotz had already picked me up and said in a low voice, "Going up the mountain with me! I need to go up the mountain!"

"Wait a minute! I can eat another skewer! Put me down!" I struggled.

Gotz ignored my feelings and greeted the sailors, and asked Zach to continue to entertain these heroes, so he took me to take a shortcut and rushed into Mount Mades.

…………

I carried me all the way to Gotz, and finally recovered my freedom in front of the familiar forest hut.

"I'm finally willing to put me down!"

I expressed my dissatisfaction obscurely. Looking at the weedy forest hut in front of me, I felt that even the wind blowing in summer was particularly cold. Although it was impossible for anyone to appear in the dense forest, it looked vague.

"You are good people and you will be rewarded! If you cremate, you will be relic! If you are fully responsible for your car accident, you will be sentenced to a reduction in sentence when you are in jail!"

Gotz opened the heavy lock on the door, and there was a layer of dust in the room. He lifted out the large box under the table, opened the wooden cabinet behind the door, lifted the wooden boards of the bed, and searched for suitable tools from various hidden corners to pile into a hill, which made my eyelids twitch.

I can accept wrenches, hammers, and shavings. I don’t care about you if you have half a meter long axe, a saw blade that emits cold light, and a sharp and durable crowbar. But what is the situation when you hide the three-barrel hunting rifle, an iron fork with a barbed one, and a hunting knife that has been opened with a blade?

Is your forest ranger working to rescue residents who have lost their way up the mountain, or is it going to shoot and kill innocent people who have entered your territory?

Let’s go! Let’s go! As the only designated acting sheriff in the town, I will arrest you!

"Marcus, there can be no trouble on the mountain..."

Gotz's expression was extremely serious, and years of life in the mountains still kept him calm and vigilant.

He turned his back to me and rummaged through the cabinets, equipped with various suspicious weapons. "Before Dad Hook left, he said that Mount Mades is a special place, which is both a stabilizer for peace and may also be the source of disaster. If the pest is an ulterior motive behind it, the harm will be infinitely magnified..."

He checked the ammunition of the gun, carried a firepower reserve on his body that was enough to deal with the emergency, turned around and held an axe and asked, "What weapons do you need? I have an axe and a waist knife..."

But when he turned around, I had already finished the last winding process on the floor, and held a short bow that had just been released and said, "No need, I found it is still suitable to be a archer."

Gotz was stunned and sighed for a long time: "No matter how many times I have watched it, I still can't accept it..."

"Just get used to it. I have accepted the setting that you can transform into a low-end Hulk, right? By the way, don't bring the axe. I'm afraid that a strange man will come out in the river. I ask if I want a golden axe or a silver axe..."

Gotz laughed and said, "You have heard of the legend of fairies in the lake? That's just a story of coaxing children."

I retorted seriously: "Don't be careless! After all,... the Milky Way is also a river..."

Oh, by the way, I have to check out the water elements on the mountain.

Although it is normal for the foundation to run away the shelter, it is not easy to use this mind. If the water element that claims to be a goddess is still easily troubled to the residents.
To be continued...