Chapter 154 - - 154 There are still four people above_1

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At last, everyone left Duge’s ship with satisfactory answers.

The pirates who had followed from Herd Island received the same treatment as their predecessors.

Duge enthusiastically divined for each person and, as much as possible, made them believe in Selma’s bet for a child and the rumors of the Fish Era.

More and more fish were touched by him, including no small number of simulation field examinees, at least four of them. They mostly came with the intent to assassinate Paul and take back the witch, but until the very end, not a single one of them acted.

Everyone classified Duge as a plot character and willingly became the fish in Duge’s net.

The fish he touched, once released back into the sea, further muddied the waters…

Eventually, the whole world would turn into chaos.

As for those pirates who had fallen into the water during the melee, Duge recruited them into the Sea Fish Pirate Group.

Over the course of the day, the size of Duge’s pirate group rapidly expanded, reaching as many as three hundred and fifty people, with over seventy people on each ship.

Due to a lack of supplies, many had to sleep on the deck…

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The pirates returning to Herd Island immediately replaced their pirate flags, sought workers to repair their ships, and changed the names of their pirate vessels.

Within a single day.

The traditional skull and crossbones pirate flag seemed to have fallen out of fashion and was taken down one after another, replaced by flags featuring sharks, whales, octopuses, or manta rays, as well as ribbonfish.

The captains also immediately forced their crew members to add a fish suffix to their names…

With more people around, there were always some who couldn’t keep things under wraps.

When an inebriated captain let slip, the idea that adding a sea fish suffix to one’s name would bring more luck quietly spread throughout Herd Island.

Three Men Make a Tiger.

If one or two people did this, they might be laughed at.

But when everyone did it, it became fact, it became the trend…

As if swept by a gale, from elders to children, from bartenders to prostitutes, everyone on Herd Island eagerly hung a sea fish suffix behind their name.

The busiest people on Herd Island became the painters; they were busy not only renaming pirate ships but also helping shops on the island to rename themselves…

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In the evening.

The moon rose, and the night gradually enshrouded the sea.

Freed from the day’s tumult, the witch Duge on the outskirts of Herd Island finally got his rare moment of rest.

Having handled the big fish all day and created the future trend, Duge opened his personal panel to check his ranking, skyrocketing from fifteenth to fifth place in one leap.

What’s going on?

He had two keywords and had caused such a stir, yet there were still four people above him…

Is this the elite field?

Who has more influence than him?

The reputation of the wantonly murderous Black Magic Hand had reached Madock Port five days earlier; he should count as one, but who were the other three?

It definitely wasn’t that Shelton Gis.

Unheard of, why should his ranking be above him?

Could it be that someone had possessed the body of the King of the Four Seas?

Suddenly, Duge thought of this possibility. The elite field was full of people with high spiritual power, and in this world, he had not heard of any particularly special spells targeting the soul.

Therefore, the possibility of directly possessing the King of the Four Seas was not absent.

The “King of the Four Seas” naturally came with a boost in fame, and with one fitting keyword, a few world-influencing decisions were enough to push up the rankings.

Now, Antonio had blockaded the shipping lanes, and his reputation remained confined to Herd Island, not spreading beyond it, unsurprisingly overshadowed by the “King of the Four Seas.”

Unless the pirates of Herd Island breach Antonio’s defenses and spread the news of Selma’s substantial offer for a child and the era of the “Fish Era,” his fame and influence might have a chance to rival that of the “King of the Four Seas.”

If someone really had taken over the “King of the Four Seas,” that would be a big problem for them!

This is going to be difficult!

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“Paul, why do you possess such high magic power?” Marsha made her way to Duge’s side, leaning against the ship’s rail, looking back at him with eyes full of curiosity, “Even my mother couldn’t divine for dozens of people in a single day.”

“Maybe it’s something I exchanged with Selma!” Duge smiled, “After I returned from meeting with Selma, I lost part of my memory, and I don’t even know how much I traded with her.”

“You might fool others, but not me; Selma wouldn’t milk a cow to death.” Marsha blinked a few times, “Besides, if a person loses too much, they become abnormal, but aside from losing part of your memory, you seem almost normal, not showing any signs of loss.”

“Sadness, I’ve lost the ability to feel sadness.” Duge said, “Perhaps I lost many other negative emotions as well; otherwise, I wouldn’t be on a constant pursuit of happiness.”

“I clearly saw you pick up the Sea God Scepter in the Crystal Ball, so why did you lie to Sheldon, telling him that he would ultimately get the Sea God Scepter?” Marsha asked.

“…” Duge was stunned, “You heard my conversation with him?”

“Of course.” Marsha touched her ear and smiled, “Don’t forget, I’m a witch. Nothing can be hidden from me if I wish to know; magic power enhances our five senses, and my mother can hear sounds from a hundred meters away. Don’t tell me you have such strong magic power and can’t hear anything…”

“I might be a fake witch, possessing great magic power but…” Duge was speaking when suddenly his expression changed, he swiftly drew his curved sword, slashing towards something behind Marsha, “Be careful.”

The flash of the sword passed by.

Marsha seemed petrified with fright, daring not to move.

Whoosh!

The curved sword sliced through Marsha’s arm, striking the ship’s rail.

Unable to help herself, Marsha cried out in pain, clutching her bleeding arm: “Paul, what’s happening?”

“It’s nothing, I saw it wrong. Just now, I saw a black shadow behind you, but when I slashed at it, there was nothing.” Duge scrutinized the wound he accidentally inflicted on Marsha, apologizing, “I might have been hallucinating due to overextending my magic power. I’m truly sorry for injuring you, I’ll find something to bandage that up right away…”

The wound did not heal on its own, she reflexively dodged, but her agility fell short even when compared to Vito’s…

Duge sighed with relief, tentatively ruling out her being a candidate.

“It might be a ghost; they sometimes appear at night, but these things usually don’t harm people.” Marsha didn’t suspect otherwise, bearing the pain, she pulled out a small bottle from her robe, tearing off her sleeve, uncorking the bottle, and sprinkled the powder on her wound while remarking, “Good thing you took plenty of potions from my closet earlier, otherwise, this big wound you made would have left me incapable of doing anything for the next few days. Ow, Paul, cut off my sleeve and help me bandage it…”

Duge nodded, cut off her sleeve, and skillfully wrapped her dusted wound tightly.

However, her powder seemed to have little effect.

In a moment, blood soaked through the sleeve, and Duge apologetically said, “Marsha, I am really sorry! I didn’t mean to…”

“Paul, was what you told Sheldon the truth?” Marsha, looking at Duge bandaging her, softly interrupted him, asking.

“What?” Duge asked.

“You told him to kill Mahamadu in the future because you don’t want us to live in fear of being hunted.” Marsha Hewitt stared at Duge without blinking, softly asking.

“Of course, it’s true.” Duge chuckled, stepped back, “Marsha, you’re my partner, and I have a duty to protect my partners.”

“Just partners?” Marsha took a step forward, her cheeks slightly flushed, her breath like orchids, “Paul, I want to have a child with you, the natural way. You have such strong magic power. And in the future, you will even take up the Sea God Scepter and become the pirate king; our child will surely become the most powerful witch in this world…”

Alright then!

She must not be a candidate.

Duge looked at the seemingly smitten Marsha, listening to her increasing heartbeat, sensing the blood from her wound again, and reconfirmed her identity.

No candidate would get emotional in a simulation, right?

Duge stepped back and shook his head: “Marsha, a witch and another witch can’t have children together. Moreover, Selma must have taken away my ability to feel emotions; I can’t muster love for anyone. If you would like, we could be sisters…”

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