Chapter 687

Knowing that the sunken ship being salvaged was not the queen of fire he expected, Zhang Cheng completely lost interest in it and let Ye Lianna deal with those messy things.

In particular, the heavy naval guns pulled up by the boom are very heavy, and they are not worth much money. I don't know why MANSA is interested in these broken things.

Most importantly, according to a statement on the ownership of sunken ships and cultural relics in international waters signed by the 42nd president of the United States, William Jefferson Clinton, in 2001, the United States government recognizes that the ownership of state-owned ships of all other countries, including the United States, will still belong to the original country no matter when and where they sink and how long it takes.

This means that if all the salvaged things are confirmed to be Spanish treasure carriers, even if they are pulled back to the United States, they will eventually be awarded to the Spanish government by the court.

However, law is one aspect and international politics is another.

As long as one bite kills these things, they are not the goods on the treasure ship. The Spanish side can not produce the corresponding evidence, and the final result can only belong to the discoverer.

After all, Spain is no longer the European power that dominated the sea in the 16th century, but a third rate country with little military presence and poor economy, which is called one of the "stupid pig five countries".

Of course, Zhang Cheng himself didn't care much about these useless precious metals. What really mattered to him was the queen of fire, which also sank nearby.

Only on this ship did it hit the golden mural with mysterious power.

Just as he was hiding in the captain's room alone and staring at the huge underwater projection in front of him, far away in a high-end restaurant in Paris, France, Faust was using John's false identity to continue to disguise himself as a member of the European Supreme Council, sitting at one of the tables, enjoying a delicious meal carefully prepared by the chef, and said without looking up: "What about our little ally who always brings surprises?"

"He has gone to sea to look for the sunken ship called the queen of fire. Why, what are you doing with him?" Laverne asked with a smile as he tasted expensive high-grade red wine.

"No, it's nothing. I just want to ask him for some knowledge and skills of raising black dragons. You know, my two little guys have grown to nearly one meter, and their character has become more and more fierce and irritable. Except for my master, if other servants get a little closer, they may be attacked." Faust explained angrily.

Because in the last month, six of his men have been bitten to death by the dragon, so he has to feed himself, wasting a lot of time and energy.

"Ha ha! Sounds like good news. At least in terms of combat consciousness and talent, they are worthy of being the top magical creatures in the mythical age, aren't they?" laforn laughed and joked.

Faust shrugged his shoulders helplessly and sighed, "indeed! I can't believe that they are smart enough to use the environment to create traps and kill prey in just a few months. If they live for hundreds of years, I'm afraid few people will be their opponents."

"Hundreds of years? I promise these young dragons will die in all kinds of accidents in a short time except a few. You know? Those guys of the wizard association are trying to contact all the people who bought dragon eggs and want to establish an alliance to control all the young dragons in their own hands. As far as I know, there is a guy who sternly refused, the young dragon he raised half a month ago He died inexplicably. I believe he will find you soon. "Laforn warned meaningfully.

"Hehe! Dear old friend, I promise that whoever dares to bang my dragon will die miserably. The wizard association has existed for too long. Maybe it's time to make it history."

As he said this, Faust's eyes twinkled with a cold, piercing chill.

Perhaps for others, the destruction of the wizard association is just an impossible nonsense.

But for him, who alone slaughtered the entire Angel legion of the Vatican and allowed heaven to brew the complete bankruptcy of the plan of heaven on Earth last year, it is entirely possible to make it a reality.

You should know that although the top wizards are powerful, they always belong to a very few and can't protect everyone in the association.

As long as Faust puts down his body and goes crazy to hunt and kill the members of the wizard Association, the ancient organization that even his own people can't shelter will soon split and perish.

Laverne was no doubt very aware of this, and comforted with a smile: "relax, things haven't developed to that stage. I think we should be a little cautious about the wizard Association. Maybe they still keep some powerful artifacts."

"Artifact?" Faust shrugged disdainfully. "Hum! I haven't seen it before! Forget these disappointing things, tell me how long our little allies will find the key to the golden city? According to the Inca lunar calendar, the agreed date is coming soon. If it can't be opened in time, it will have to wait a whole thousand years."

"Be patient! You should believe that he can bring us surprises and miracles. Don't forget that the golden mural is not an ordinary thing. Any non Inca people who come into contact with it will hear an inexplicable sound. In just a few days, a large amount of water will be sprayed from their mouth and nostrils and drown alive. Even vampires who don't need to breathe can't escape 。”

"Bachue, the ancestor goddess in muska mythology and legend, was originally the God who came out of guadavida lake. It's not surprising that she has some special abilities in water. What really interests me is whether the legendary golden city is used to worship the sun god shared by all American Indians or the exclusive domain of the Lake goddess." after that, Faust put down his knife and fork and wiped the oil stains on the corners of his mouth with a napkin.

"Personally, I think it should be the goddess of the lake! The sun god is the common belief of almost all American Indians. If it really exists, it should be a very powerful God. Theoretically, it is impossible to sit back and watch his followers slaughtered by invaders, even if he doesn't need faith to maintain his strength. Most importantly, the entrance of the golden city is deep in guadavida lake At the same time, it's not like what a sun god would do. "Laforn calmly gave his own analysis.

As a god descendant, he had a lot of knowledge about God in his mind from the moment of awakening, so he still had a voice in this regard.

"In that case, I will wait and see. I hope our small allies will not be too disappointing. After all, this is related to the transformation from mortal to immortal. Especially for you, divinity means power, nearly immortal body and soul, and dependence on the throne of God..."

"We will succeed! No matter who the master of the golden city is! It can't be the opponent of the three of us!"