"William Cullen?"

"Yes sir, this is William Cullen, from Lundberg."

At the first port of Tuscat Island, a priest wearing a dark blue robe held up a monocle and carefully checked the entry information of the person in front of him.

After flipping through a few pages, he raised his head and stared at the young man who called himself 'William Cullen', "The purpose of coming to Tuscat Island."

"Ocean research, Your Excellency, as you can see, I am a student at Lundborg University." Klein pointed to a badge on his collar: "I need to conduct field research here for three months.

Finish my thesis."

"Lundberg University...well..." the priest of the Church of Storms pondered for a moment, then suddenly said: "Young man, do you have faith?"

"May knowledge be with you." Klein continued almost subconsciously.

Then he was suddenly stunned, pretending to be belatedly, and said with sincerity and fear: "Look at me, I am so rude to the believers of the storm."

"It doesn't matter."

Perhaps because of Klein's good appearance, the grumpy old pigeon rarely got angry.

After asking a few more questions, he stamped the island entry application with a stamp of lightning and storm intertwined.

"Well, welcome to Toscat, the Lord of Storms will protect you!"

…

The missionary areas of the Church of Storms are the Kingdom of Loen, East Balam, Rhoside Islands, Olavi Island, Tuscat Island, and Pasu Island, which is the base camp.

It can be said that in this vast sea, the Church of Storms is the absolute overlord!

After obtaining his legal status, Klein did not rush to cause trouble. Instead, he chose to start traveling around like a real college student and investigate the local customs on the spot.

Soon, he made a 'new friend'.

"Lundberg University? What a coincidence, I'm from Lundberg too! Hey, boss, what are you looking at? That's my distant cousin. Ask him for money. I'll leave first."

After saying that, without waiting for Klein, who had just walked into the tavern, to reply, the blond man with a young appearance and a medium build, wearing a white shirt and a black vest, ran away like the wind.

Klein:???

He's not stupid either.

He took a step back decisively, waved his hand and said, "Let me state in advance that I don't know that guy."

The tavern owner thought for a moment and snorted: "Come on! He said you are his cousin, so you have to pay the bill!"

Hearing this, Klein frowned slightly and murmured: "Compared to chasing that guy who is as fast as a rabbit, am I obviously easier to bully..."

Gentle and polite?

Perhaps you can gain a lot of respect in a place with a strong academic atmosphere like Lundborg.

But this is the place protected by the Storm Lord.

Roughness and brutality are the main theme!

It was obvious that he was being treated as a traitor.

Klein shrugged helplessly and deliberately took out his exquisite cowhide wallet: "I'm unlucky. Listen, I don't want to cause trouble, but don't go too far."

Shock flashed across the tavern owner's eyes.

Fat sheep~

"Fifty... no, one hundred golden horns!"

Perhaps because it is relatively close to the Fusac Empire, it uses Fusac's currency system.

When he heard the price of the bill, Klein laughed angrily, but didn't say anything. He just took out a Loen banknote with a denomination of twenty pounds and said, "That's it."

"Okay, let's just make friends." After all, this is the jurisdiction of the Church of Storms, not a pirate den, and the tavern owner doesn't dare to go too far.

Besides, twenty pounds is no longer a small sum.

After taking the banknote, he also gave Klein a glass of light beer for free, and said with a grin: "Boy, you are really unlucky. You were tricked by Anderson Hood. It will be very difficult to get revenge."

The tavern owner didn't have any good intentions and deliberately revealed all the information about the person who just escaped from the bill.

"Anderson Hood?" Klein thought about this name and felt like he had heard it somewhere.

oh.

He remembered.

When the 'White Wolf' was roaming the sea and Feysac Empire, he accidentally heard about this person from the mouth of a wanted criminal.

'The Strongest Hunter'

The name is really prestigious.

However, according to Anderson Hood himself, this 'strongest' must also include the premise of 'under a demigod'.

"Anderson Hood...Okay, I remember." Klein smiled softly.

At this time, several drunk men came up and said, "The storm is blowing, young man, do you need a bodyguard?"

"Yes, although this island is protected by the Lord of Storms, there are always some 'unexpected' dangers."

"One hundred gold pounds, our brothers are at your disposal!"

Backlund, the capital of Loen, has countless underground forces and ruffians, not to mention the vast overseas islands.

Klein just revealed his wealth, which naturally attracted many unscrupulous people.

He pretended to be alert and pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Gentlemen, I don't need bodyguards. Please leave."

"Don't say that, we brothers are worth every penny." A gangster laughed and started to take out Klein's wallet.

The tavern owner finally remembered that this was his territory, slammed the bottle on the bar, and roared loudly: "Be honest with me!"

Blue light flashed in his eyes.

‘Sailor’ sequence, sequence 9, sailor.

Naturally, ordinary people cannot afford to offend extraordinary people.

The gangsters suddenly sobered up, laughed, and sat back down.

But judging from the looks in their eyes, they still haven't given up on making a fortune from Klein.

There are always poor people.

But fat sheep are not often found.

The Lord of Storms protects all the people of the sea, and it has nothing to do with the Lundborg boy.

Their brothers deserved this windfall!

"Lenburg...heh, you haven't traveled far before, right?" the tavern owner frightened the money-grubbing drinker and said to Klein in a sympathetic tone.

Klein was secretly amused.

But he nodded and explained himself like a novice: "I have been studying in a missionary school, and later entered Lundborg University for further study."

No wonder I have no social experience at all. It turns out I was stupid because of studying.

The owner of the tavern clicked his tongue, feeling a rare kindness, and said: "Boy, you are in big trouble. Don't talk nonsense later, don't move around, follow my instructions, I will let you leave through the back door, and then you can

If you can't escape this disaster, it depends on your own luck."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Klein blinked and said in disbelief: "How dare they where the 'Storm Lord' is looking!"

"But you are not a believer of the Lord of Storms." The tavern owner spread his hands and asked, "What is not understandable about this?"

Klein pondered for a moment and then said in annoyance: "I don't want to cause trouble, so I'll just do as you say."

…

Late at night.

The air in the alley seemed colder than outside.

Klein pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and silently counted the time.

When he counted 'one' silently in his mind, several gangsters blocked his way forward and back as if they had made an appointment.

"Boss, what are the regulations?"

"Old rules."

"Hey, there's nothing better than killing a foreigner like this."

"Don't miss this rare fat sheep."

A few hooligans were laughing and joking, not taking Klein seriously at all.

And Klein didn't take them seriously.

A thought in my mind.

In just a moment, all sounds disappeared.

But then, the noisy noise started again.
To be continued...