Chapter 641

Nathan and Edward walked along the street towards the city center of Port Fulan.

As they admired the street view, they discussed their views on the city.

"I say, aren't you afraid of being recognized? After all, you were once a famous pirate leader here."

Nathan said in a joking tone.

"Humph! The population here has increased more than tenfold, and there are new faces on the street."

Edward looked fearless, and suddenly he looked at a place.

"Hey, look!"

Edward pointed to a store at the corner in front.

"What's wrong?"

"An alchemy shop, didn't you complain about being a little seasick? Maybe you can go in and ask if there is any potion that can treat it."

Nathan smiled bitterly, "Oh, forget it, I don't want to drink something weird."

Edward insisted on his point of view, "What's the harm in going in and taking a look, maybe there are some rare potions."

"Okay!" Nathan shrugged, "Just do as you say."

The two turned around and walked towards the alchemy shop.

The alchemy shop seemed to be doing very well, with customers constantly coming in and out.

This was not a small shop, the space inside was very large, and there were huge wooden shelves on the wall, filled with potions of various colors and other alchemical products.

Edward finally squeezed to the front of the counter, and the person who was in charge of receiving him was a very young guy, probably only about ten years old, with a face full of childishness.

"Do you have a potion to treat seasickness?" Edward asked.

"Potion to treat seasickness? Sir, you really came to the right place!"

The young man was very enthusiastic, "I'll find it for you right away."

At this time, a somewhat exaggerated and slightly surprised shout came from behind Edward.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Isn't this... Isn't this little Loggins?"

It was Nathan, who recognized the little boy behind the counter.

When he and his mother were recruiting local spellcasters to join the Secret Society in Horn Bay, they had come into contact with a group of wandering spellcasters who had lost their homes due to the oppression of the church.

This group established a refuge camp in the dense primitive jungle of Horn Bay and survived with difficulty.

Nathan had seen several members of this group of spellcasters, including the little boy in front of him, Logins.

When Logins heard someone calling his name, he shook violently, then looked at the source of the voice.

He stared at Nathan, who was smiling at him.

Logins thought, and suddenly remembered where he had seen this face before.

His face was quickly covered with fear. He finally came to the Northwest Bay, thousands of miles away from his hometown. He thought he could start over peacefully without anyone disturbing his life, but at that moment, the peace was broken.

Even if the other party was also a spellcaster!

Logins said nothing and ran to the back in a panic.

"Who... is he?"

Edward looked at Nathan with doubtful sunshine.

Nathan looked around and confirmed that no one noticed him. Then he whispered in Edward's ear: "The spellcaster from the Horn Bay."

Edward was surprised, "How could the spellcaster from the Horn Bay be here?"

But he immediately reacted, "Yes, there is a war in the Horn Bay. Ordinary people are running away, not to mention the oppressed spellcasters."

After a while, an old man who looked to be in his fifties came out from the back.

"Oh, today I really encountered one surprising thing after another."

Nathan looked at the old man, and this time he was really surprised.

"Mr. Ode, long time no see." Nathan greeted the old man. He had also met the old wizard.

Old Ode nodded in return, "Everyone, this is the place to talk, please follow me."

In the backyard of the alchemy shop, Old Ode invited Nasser and Edward to sit around a stone table.

"How did you get from the Horn Bay to the Northwest Bay?" Nathan asked his question.

"This is what happened..."

Old Ode told their experience.

After he finished speaking, Nathan shook his head with regret.

"Please forgive my honesty, I still think you made the wrong decision."

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When he and his mother Marianna came into contact with this group of spellcasters, they tried their best to persuade them to join the Secret Society, but they were rejected in the end.

Nathan said with some boasting: "The Secret Society has become stronger than before. To tell you the truth, Mr. Ode, we have already controlled a country!"

Old Ode still had a calm expression on his face, and just asked lightly: "Is it the Principality of Eaton in the Horn Bay?"

The news of the Principality of Eaton has spread to the northwest bay, causing a wave of waves among the group of mages hidden here. Everyone agreed that someone should go back to take a look, so Sevilla took a boat to the Horn Bay.

"No, no, no! Eaton is just a small country."

Nathan said with some pride: "We control a larger country, which is larger than Eaton in every aspect."

He still did not say which country it was, although he wanted to say it in his heart.

"I believe that in the near future, she will be completely ruled by us, and she will stand firm and shake the whole continent."

Nathan's excitement didn't seem to affect Old Ord. He leisurely put the pipe filter into his mouth and took two puffs of the cigarette.

"Perhaps you will succeed, but it is foreseeable that this will inevitably be a hard struggle or even... a battle. Alas, Nathan, we are all people who desire a peaceful life. Of course, perhaps in your eyes, we are all cowards."

"But we really hate bloodshed from the bottom of our hearts. We don't want ourselves to bleed, nor do we want others to bleed. Moreover... the concept of the Secret Society is too radical for us. You know, many spellcasters still consider themselves to be a member of the human race and don't want to become a superior existence."

"Okay!" Nether said a little frustrated, "This is also an option, but I still have to say..."

His eyes were full of sincerity, "If you change your mind, the Secret Society will still welcome all compatriots. You know, spellcasters are not tolerated by the secular world. If the lords here discover your identity, you will still be burned or hung."

"We have our own way to deal with this, but thank you for your reminder."

Old Ode smiled, and he didn't say one thing-the lords here accept spellcasters. The fewer people who know about this, the better, and try to protect the respectable lord as much as possible.

Just as they were talking, there was a sudden burst of noise from the street outside.

"What happened?"

Nathan, who was always alert, stood up suddenly.

A thin figure ran in. It was the boy named Loggins.

In stark contrast to what happened just now, the boy's face was full of excitement.

"Grandpa Ode, there is news from the port. The Western Exploration Team is back!"

"Back from the other direction!"