Dick and Morgana looked at each other and smiled.
An hour later, amidst the screams of the fish-man Lao Ba, Stein continued to conduct scientific research experiments.
Dick bid farewell to the two of them and wandered around in the palace.
Except for a few important areas that were off-limits, Dick visited almost the entire huge palace.
But as time passed, the novelty wore off and he felt a little bored.
He asked the pearl-colored scale maid at the side for the time and found that it was noon.
After a simple meal, he left the palace and went straight to the sacrificial palace on the right side of the square. He still had something to ask Medusa.
The sacrificial palace is still dazzling and dazzling. The most striking difference between it and the imperial palace is that there are countless small green snakes carved on the walls of the palace. These small snakes should be imitated after the small snakes on Medusa's hair.
There are also two beautiful snakes stationed in front of the door, but they are different from the beautiful snake attendants in the palace.
These two beautiful snakes are wearing coral armor, they are quite tall, holding spears, and are guarding the door.
"Stop whoever is coming!" shouted a beautiful snake guard.
"Hello, I am an old acquaintance of Medusa. I once accepted a commission from her and now I want to visit her."
"Medusa There are important things happening recently, and the sacrificial palace is temporarily closed to the public."
"Important matters? When will she finish her work?"
"I don't know. Anyway, maybe within a few days, maybe within three days."
"Okay then. If she is done, can you send someone to Siren palace to inform me? My name is Dick, I am a demon hunter and a friend of Nazi and Nami."
"Of course, let's go now!" The guard slapped his spear on the ground, and the coral armor made a crisp collision sound.
Dick took three steps backward to leave the heavily guarded palace gate, and did not speed up his pace until he turned around the coral arcade:
It seems that good things take a long time, and it doesn't matter if we delay it for a few days.
Arriving at the center of the city square, he resumed his old profession.
There is a notice board made of coral in the center of the square. Except for the different material, it is basically the same as a human notice board. It contains all kinds of news about the city.
But Dick didn't see any commission.
So, he came to the most crowded place and shouted loudly:
"If there's something urgent, go to the witcher, if there's something difficult, go to the witcher, if there's something that can't be solved, go to the witcher!"
Just a little Siren Coin can solve your worries and make your life worry-free!"
His shouts had some effect, and a group of surrounding murlocs were attracted and began to comment on Dick.
"Looking at how small he is, how can he really solve any difficult problems?"
"Even if there is trouble, we can still find fishmen to guard us."
"What I'm talking about is, in this capital, is it possible that we still need help from humans?"
"But, is he the human who passed Sea God's Trial yesterday? Maybe this human is more powerful than the fishman guard."
Dick secretly rejoiced. He didn't expect that his unintentional move yesterday would actually set his mark for today.
At this time, the crowd made a way, and a murloc guard holding a steel halberd slowly walked over, "Witcher, what are you doing?"
"Isn't this obvious? We are doing business."
"You can't do this. All disputes in the capital are handled by our fishmen guards. But you can go to other cities through the portal, preferably to those small towns. There will definitely be a lot of business you can do there."
"Humans should not be allowed to pass through the portal."
"Don't forget, you passed Sea God's test yesterday, and creatures approved by Sea God will no longer be rejected by the portal."
"Thank you very much." Dick turned around and walked into the crowd.
However, he did not go to the portal, but wandered around the center of the square. He wanted to see if there was anything interesting here.
After all, Deep-Sea World is different from the human world. Knowing more about it can broaden your horizons.
As for the entrusted matter, it doesn't hurt to hang out for half an hour.
Before he had gone far, he found a group of murlocs in front of him. They were making a lot of noise, and they kept shouting something.
Dick relied on his strong body to easily squeeze out a way and came to the front. He saw two fishmen sitting in front of the stone table, with their arms crossed and their palms tightly clasped, competing for wrist strength.
It seems that, apart from loving to watch the excitement, murlocs are very similar to humans in certain interests.
Dick also thought of what Nami said at yesterday's banquet. The aesthetics of fish people are similar to those of humans, except that one lives on the seabed and the other lives on land.
A moment later, a muscular shark man with fins on his back was easily defeated by a bull-like fish man with two horns on his head.
The Shark Man's palm was pressed hard on the stone table by the Bull Murloc, making a loud "bang" sound.
After the Bull Murloc let go of his thick arm, the Shark Murloc reluctantly rubbed his red wrist, then slammed the table hard. Amid the boos of the crowd, he lowered his head and hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd.
Two meters away from the stone table, a fur seal fishman wearing a coral cowboy hat shouted loudly:
"Congratulations to our arm warrior Niuniu for winning again! Now that he has won 18 consecutive victories, can no one defeat him?"
After speaking, he looked around carefully, as if looking for a challenger.
The fishmen around him stopped shouting and turned their heads away from him, not looking at him.
Niuniu stood up, and Dick realized that he was extremely thick, with a body as broad as a door panel, just like Tyson.
He glanced around with his bell-like eyes. When he saw that no one dared to challenge him, he crossed his arms and groaned in disdain.
"I'll give it a try."
Many murlocs followed the sound and discovered that the person making the sound was a thin human being.
You know, the average height of adult male fishmen is two meters, with big muscles and round waists. In comparison, Dick, who is less than 1.8 meters tall, looks particularly petite.
Niuniu snorted and walked up to Dick with long webbed hooves:
"Are you the human who passed Sea God's Trial yesterday? You are indeed powerful, but don't even think about defeating me easily."
One of Niuniu's arms made a toned pose, and his biceps swelled into a granite-like shape.
"If you don't give it a try, how will you know who is stronger?"
"Human, do you really want to compete with Niuniu?" asked the fishman wearing a coral cowboy hat.
"Natural."
"Well, next, this human Dick, who has just passed Sea God's Trial, will challenge the super gladiator and wrist-strength master Niuniu, who has won 18 consecutive victories without losing.
According to the deep Cape fighting tradition, the seahorse incense is burned out. If the incense burns out and there is no winner, the one who lets go first loses.
If you want to place a bet, please go to my assistant. The winner will be determined soon."
Dick Only then did he notice that there was a table made of scallops not far away, and next to it there was a turtle fishman who was bending down and recording something.
Dick didn't notice him just now because the turtle shell blocked his body.
The onlookers lined up next to the turtle fishman and paid for their bets.
"I bet Niuniu to win."
"Me too, no one bets that humans will win?"
"Looking at his thin appearance, even though he has passed Sea God's Trial, what can he do? Murlocs are the strongest race."
"Yeah, what does he win with, hahaha."
Coral Cowboy Hat gently wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. If he continued to suppress it like this, he would suffer big losses.
He gritted his teeth, took out a big money bag, and shouted around, "I, I bet Dick to win!"
There was a burst of boos from the crowd, and everyone was not optimistic about the cowboy hat's bet.
"Dick, you must win, otherwise my family will be wiped out." The cowboy hat whispered as he approached Dick.
"Of course you can let me win, but you'll have to share half of the money you win with me later."
"Are you so confident?"
"Hmm."
"Okay, I'll give you half."
"Next, the game officially begins."
The cowboy hat raised an arm covered with fish scales and was about to announce to the crowd.
"Wait a minute." Dick said again.
"Does this human being not want to compete? He must be afraid."
"Dick, what's the matter with you? Even if you quit now, my money will be gone."
"Misunderstood." Dick looked at the tall and strong Niuniu in front of him, "This wrestling champion, why don't you bet something extra with me?"
"You still want to bet with me? Okay!"
Niu Niu first said "stew, stew" twice, and sprayed out two salty white gases from his nose, "What do you want to bet on?"
"I'll bet the money bag you have on me."
"How is that possible? There are 50 Siren coins in there."
"How about a bet on the sword on my waist?"
When Dick pulled Dawn Sword out three inches, Niuniu's copper bell-like eyes opened even wider, "It is indeed a sword. Even from our fish-men's perspective, it is an excellent work that reaches the level of a master."
"I bet with you! If I lose, the bag with 50 Siren coins in my waist will be yours. If I win, this sword will be mine."
Dick was about to agree when a familiar tenderness came from the fingers holding the sword hilt, and the childlike voice in his mind was mixed with a little whimpering. "Master, don't sell me."