Dressed As a Magic Jellyfish [Western Fantasy]

In the prelude to the approaching winter of Marcia, the cold sea breeze is directly facing the unobstructed beach location. This area that was originally a seaside fishing ground now has nothing left, everything is destroyed by the red tide disaster. In the wave.

Mo Ye lightly landed on the edge of the beach, and she could still smell the **** smell still lingering in the sand. The glaring gravel half-hidden and buried countless remaining house frames, and further behind these houses, it stretched to the end. Grey cloth shed on the edge of Marcia.

These canopies are temporary shelters built by the returning poor after receiving her funding. Marcia's current restoration work must be the priority to restore the urban location, and the fishery area on the beach is the last to be restored and built.

During this period of time before the new house was built, the poor could only endure the cold wind and the downpour, and curl up with their family members into a ball covered with old linen to keep warm, striving to avoid the bad weather on the beach. Invasion and sickness.

However, in the eyes of the poor, even if the current living environment is so bad, even the houses that once had shelter from the wind and rain have been lost, but they are still content with it.

They are lucky.

After all, their family members are still alive in this world, rather than dying miserably in the ocean disaster.

The houses they lost will be rebuilt one after another, and the generous salaries they have stored for a long time are still intact.

Compared to other people who have died, they couldn't be more fortunate.

Mo Ye quietly walked around these temporary canopies that could not block the sea storm and rain. At the same time, her mental power scanned every canopy she wandered through, and finally approached Marcia. In a shed on the edge, she found the person she was looking for.

Most of the residents of Marcia have gray hair with a bleak color. Through mental power, Mo Ye saw that in this small canopy, the entire five people who lived in it had gray hair.

The gray-haired old man with wrinkled skin was squeezed in the warmest middle position by the family. The old man’s arms embraced a ten-year-old girl with long gray hair, and the sad-faced mother leaned on the little girl to sleep.

Sleeping in the innermost part of the canopy, blocking the cold wind, was his father whose skin was cracked and covered with wind and frost, and sleeping at the outermost position near the entrance of the canopy, sheltering the family from most of the cold wind and showers. It is Uriel, the eldest son of this family.

Mo Ye stared at this quail huddled in the cold wind, and the trembling sleep seemed particularly warm in the family. She invaded the spiritual sea of ​​Uriel with her own spiritual power.

Under the control of the unobstructed mind, Uriel moved stiffly and closed his eyes tightly. He slowly got up from the ground covered with linen cushions, without disturbing any sleeping family members.

Mo Ye immediately turned around, leaving the canopy quietly with Uriel, who was still not awakened from his sleep.

In the canopy, the mother, who was exposed to the sea breeze because of the departure of the eldest son, shrank for a moment in her deep sleep, but her unconscious frowning brows quickly eased. An invisible barrier shielded the entire sheltered area of ​​the poor, and the cold wind from the ocean was completely isolated from the barrier, leaving only warmth.

Mo Ye took the controlled Uriel to the edge of an empty beach in the dark, covering her surroundings with a spiritual barrier for isolation, and then let go of her control of Uriel and awakened. Uriel who has not yet awakened from his deep sleep.

Even in his sleep, Uriel felt as though he was walking on a certain road in a daze. He knew that he should be dreaming. In this dream, he was walking along the beach and wanted to go somewhere...

Maybe it was going to the city to build the destroyed buildings of Marcia, or dreaming of them fleeing with Marcia's guards before the sea disaster came.

But instead of dreaming of these, it’s better to let him dream of the days when he was still building a villa on the side of the cliff...

Uriel realized that his pace had finally stopped, he seemed to be free from the shackles of the dream and finally reached his destination.

He opened his eyes and stared at everything in front of him. At a glance, he saw the seaside beach where the night meets the ocean, and the Lord Nightingale, the savior of Marcia, stayed in front of him.

"Uriel, I have a task for you to do."

Uriel heard the Lord Nightingale in his dream speak to him calmly. He was stunned, not knowing how to respond to Lord Nightingale's instructions.

He was in a daze, and he seemed to be able to see your bright blue long hair, the arc that was flying under the blowing of the sea breeze...

Wait...sea breeze?

Uriel, who was struck by the cold sea breeze on his face, finally recovered his ability to think. He escaped from the state of confusion and shuddered in the cold wind.

"Your Excellency Nightingale?!" Uriel's eyes widened slightly, he was not dreaming?

He couldn't help looking around the surrounding environment. He was now on the edge of an uninhabited beach. Looking back, he could only vaguely see the walls of Marcia looming in the distant night. He had already escaped from the seaside fishing grounds.

"I said, I have a task that needs to be done by you. I don't have much time, so listen to me first." Mo Ye looked at Uriel, who was startled, and couldn't help but call back to Uriel. The consciousness of going away, when she saw Uriel opened her mouth and seemed to want to say something, she interrupted mercilessly:

"Uriel, you are not qualified to refuse me."

"...Well, please say it." Ullil opened his mouth but couldn't say anything against it. He was a little embarrassed to withdraw the words he wanted to refuse, and had to accept it first.

"Don't worry, it's not a mission beyond your abilities. I remember clearly that you are just an ordinary person..." Mo Ye lightly dispelled his concerns, and she turned her head to look in the direction of the ocean, her tone a little erratic, "I need I left Marcia for a long time, so I left a letter to the bubble that hasn’t returned...

"You can pass this letter to the bubble for me."

Mo Ye handed Uriel the sealed paper roll.

When Uriel heard that it was just a task of handing over letters, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He could still do this kind of task! He quickly took the paper roll and promised: "Don't worry, Lord Nightingale, I will deliver this letter to Miss Foam intact!"

"In addition, there is something about the cliff area..."

Mo Ye stretched out his hand and mentally took out a bag of gold coins from the simple space in his body. In this scene, in the eyes of an ordinary person like Uriel, a money bag appeared out of thin air in the hands of Lord Nightingale!

"The final construction of the cliff area is still under your supervision. After the workers have completed the construction of my villa, the retired hunters of Marcia will be recruited to serve as the guards of the villa. This is a long-awaited appointment with Your Excellency Yuffi. Yes, the specific salary has been negotiated, and you just need to follow the rules."

Mo Ye handed the heavy purse to Uriel, and she calmly added: "There are two thousand gold coins in it, which should be enough for the subsequent construction costs of the workers and the employment salary of the hunters. I will leave it to you. …"

"I understand, Lord Nightingale, give it to me! But the two thousand gold coins are a little too much...?" Uriel was a little bit hesitant to say, so many gold coins are placed with him, he is a poor man. Can you hide it?

He doesn't have the confidence to take good care of these gold coins...

"Not much, I will leave for a long time. As long as my villa can be maintained, two thousand gold coins are nothing..." Mo Ye shook her head lightly when she heard the words. Of course she knew Uriel was worried. What, "When I leave, Lord Xiali will also leave with me, so there will be no magician who can resist wild beasts in the cliff area..."

"What about...?"

"It's very simple, Uriel... Do you want to be the one with the ability?" Mo Ye looked at Uriel, her neck covered by long blue hair was filled with the light of stars like stars, she turned to Uri Er stretched out his hand, "Even if I leave, I will leave my manpower in Marcia. Now, I have chosen you, Uriel."

Uriel seemed to be hit by a big pie falling from the sky. While he was extremely pleasantly surprised, he also wondered if he was wrong about Lord Nightingale's intention? Does Lord Nightingale mean to enroll him as his servant, or is he further given the engraved servant? !

When he was working in the cliff area, he had seen Marcia's guard Bourne, showing off the magical engraving on the back of his hand to the group of ordinary people. Well, through the engraving on the back of his hand, which was bestowed by the lord, you can use the seemingly powerful current magic!

"Do you mean to recruit me as your servant...?"

"That's what you mean, you didn't understand it wrong." Mo Ye explained softly, "I have observed you for a while, and I know what kind of character you are. You are Marcia among the people I know. The most suitable one."

She has kindness to the weak in need, a sense of resistance to the aristocratic class that oppresses the common people, and an existence that is incompatible with this era of high-level corruption and extravagance. This is why she chose Uriel.

One…

As long as he gains a little resistance, he will set off a natural revolutionary who will hit the flames of revolution in the old system.

Mo Ye couldn't help showing an inexplicable smile that was imperceptible.

As long as Christon's water is thoroughly muddled, she can get more out of it...

"Thank you very much, Lord Nightingale!" Uriel fell to his knees in an instant very cleverly. He put his forehead on Mo Ye's vamp, and shouted impassionedly: "Great Lord Nightingale, please allow me. Lille is loyal to you!"

"I accept, my servant." Mo Ye stretched out his hand, and the fingertips of his fingers touched lightly, Uriel's naked back neck as a result of kneeling down.

The magic elements that flowed from the tips of her fingers, in addition to the magical power of water necessary to resonate with the mage tower, were mixed with nearly half of the spiritual power that belonged to her strongest ability.

What's more, there is also a part of the ice magic and illusion magic that she filled in in order to maximize the effect of this magic engraving.

Mo Ye's own class now belongs to the star, and she also has five inheritance seeds that are enough to initiate the inheritance of the godhead. Her current soul level belongs to a more special posture that can only be possessed by a **** child.

The magic engraving granted by her is not comparable to the engraving given to Byrne at the lamp level by Euphy.

If her servant is lucky enough to activate the magic engraving to the maximum extent, then it will probably be worthy of the power of an ordinary lamp-level magician.

And now she is filling other magical elements into the magic marking, which is to forcibly activate the activity of the marking, and strive to raise the first servant who obtains the magic marking to the light level!

The engraving of the magical engraving was over, and Uriel's neck was surrounded by a blue jellyfish that seemed to be still twisting. The white star in the center of the jellyfish's umbrella shone with flickering light.

"It's alright, my servant..." Mo Ye signaled Uriel to get up from the kneeling motion. She slightly sensed the magical elements flowing in his body, and said with satisfaction:

"My estimate is indeed correct. Your current class has reached the level of lamp-level... When the lords of Marcia came here, they were just lamp-level."

Her words are somewhat meaningful.

"Lamp... is it the class of magicians?"

Uriel tried to shake hands. He felt the icy sea breeze, and he could no longer make him feel a little bit of cold. He had never had a sense of satisfaction in his body, and was completely filled with magical elements. !

"You can try to use your magic, anyway, no one will notice the situation here for the time being. When you are familiar with it, you can set up a mental shield or something..." Mo Ye did not explain her ability composition to Uriel in detail. , She just said indifferently:

"Since you have become my servant, when the villa is completed, take your family to live there. Help me manage my house, and don't let the wild beasts of Mobu Plain do harm to me... specific salary You take it from that bag of gold coins."

"Yes, I understand, Lord Nightingale!" Uriel replied respectfully, bending over.

"Do you know exactly what you are going to do...?"

"I will manage the cliff area for you..."

"I'm not talking about this..." Mo Ye interrupted his hesitant words, she showed a slightly condensed smile, and gave Uriel instructions in a deep voice:

"I want you to help me look at the new lord Marcia, if he is a villain who harms Marcia, you will assassinate him directly for me!"

Assassinate a magician...?

No...Why did Marcia come to a new lord? !

"Your Excellency Nightingale, our lord?!" Uriel almost lost his voice. He looked at Mo Ye in disbelief until he heard what Mo Ye had personally admitted!

"Your Excellency Yuffi has indeed passed away."

Uriel only felt bitter in his mouth. Your Lord Yuffi, the lord, is the only lord with a positive image in the history of Marcia. He didn't dare to imagine that Marcia would return to the gloomy time of being exploited by the nobles and lords together without Your Excellency Yuffi? !

"The new lord is just a lamp-level, and your current class has reached the level of lamp-level. You are no worse than the noble lord, Uriel..."

Mo Ye smiled lightly to appease Uriel:

"Don't worry, my magic ability is invincible in the same class. You can't lose, even if the opponent is a magician."

"Can I do it...?"

Uriel asked again, not sure, he looked at his mottled palm, it was the feeling of power surge!

He got the affirmation of Lord Nightingale again.

He actually...

Not worse than noble lords and nobles...?

The author has something to say: This chapter... is still not finished, I am too long-winded in a whole chapter of dialogue, I think I should be able to finish Marcia tomorrow.

Really, it should be...

It's just right that Chapter 70 is over...?