Chapter 1 Charon's Transformation

In mythology, Charon is a filthy, ugly old man, holding a long pole, eyes spitting fire, driving a small wooden boat, responsible for ferrying the souls of the dead across the River Styx.

But obviously, in this highly modified script mission, Charon has become...

A cargo ship.

A black and red cargo ship, equipped with large-caliber battleship cannons.

"Woo--"

A loud whistle sounded on the sea. Looking as far as the eye could see, a figure waving on the deck of the cargo ship could be vaguely seen.

Furey turned sideways and explained with a smile, "Charon is not the name of a specific person, but the code name of the ship.

In addition to humans, some large animals also need to rely on ferries for transportation. Ferries of different sequences transport different kinds of souls.

Of course, in order to welcome you, lawyer Kevin, the council has specially adjusted the cargo ship schedule to clear out a ship."

Speaking of this, Furey paused, his expression becoming a little serious, "...Mr. Kevin, accompanying the cargo ship is also a member of the council.

He himself has some understanding of the law, and may evaluate and judge you.

My personal suggestion is that you should be more cautious in your speech later..."

Mule was stunned when he heard this, and wanted to ask again, but Furey turned his head away, unwilling to say more.

At the same time, the red and black cargo ship on the distant sea came breaking through the waves at an exaggerated speed that was completely inconsistent with its volume, and in the blink of an eye it sailed to the shore.

At the moment when it was about to rush to the shore and run aground, it suddenly stopped abruptly, and the entire ship rotated ninety degrees.

It shook violently and docked on the shore.

Bang--

The deck on the side of the cargo ship facing the shore suddenly popped out, extending diagonally downward to the location of Mule and Furey, forming a staircase leading to the deck.

It was even covered with a brightly colored red carpet.

Boom boom boom!

More than a dozen shells were fired from the battleship cannons on the other side of the cargo ship in sequence as a salute to welcome the distinguished guests.

In the deafening sound of artillery fire, the figure who was originally standing on the bow of the ship stepped on the deck and slowly walked down the steps.

"So strong..."

Black Wooden Horse felt as if the skin all over his body was electrified, and goosebumps rose.

Having learned the previous lessons, he didn't dare to turn on the detection function in this highly mysterious script mission.

He only observed with his remaining naked eyes.

The figure walking down from the cargo ship was a man with a bee's head.

He was of medium build, wearing a striped suit, with his hands behind his back, his attitude calm and unrestrained.

"You must be lawyer Kevin?"

The bee-headed man took the initiative to reach out and shook hands with Mule, "It's an honor to meet you."

Mule asked uncertainly, "You are..."

"My last name in life was Bonaparte, the creator of the First French Empire, the First Consul of France, and the Emperor of the First French Empire."

The bee-man's mandibles of the chewing-sucking mouthparts kept opening and closing, from which he uttered standard English, "But that was all hundreds of years ago.

Perhaps for other dead, their lives will always remain on the day of their death. All the time after death is a recollection of fragments of past memories.

But I don't want to stop in the past."

"I understand..."

Mule nodded, looked at the ghost of the former French emperor whose last name was Bonaparte, and hesitated, "Then what should I call you?"

"Just call me Bee."

Bee waved his hand and greeted Furey, who bowed down in fear and reverence.

The forest cat floating in the air took pictures with a camera, looking at Bee with a complex expression, "It's actually Napoleon..."

"It's Napoleon Bonaparte in the script world."

The witch corrected in a indifferent tone, "Anything can happen in the script world. It's not surprising even if the former French emperor shows up.

Well...he promulgated the *Napoleonic Code* during his lifetime, no wonder Furey said he was interested in law."

Li Ang said calmly, "And his bee head should be because his family crest is a golden bee.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that Mr. Bonaparte has become a non-mainstream person who likes to dye his hair yellow because of his long life in hell."

Black Wooden Horse silently complained in his heart, "It's more than just yellow hair, the whole head has become fluffy, okay."

"It's getting late, let's get going."

Bee looked at his watch and enthusiastically beckoned Mule and Furey to board the cargo ship.

Every step the three took forward along the steps, the steps behind would automatically shrink a distance, along with the red carpet.

After boarding the deck, the cargo ship, without any sailors in sight, automatically raised its anchor, sounded its whistle, and turned to sail towards the other side of the River Styx.

Bee led the way, leading the two passengers into the captain's cabin, beckoning them to sit on the soft sofa.

He skillfully took out wine bottles and wine glasses from the shelf.

He poured a glass of wine for Mule and Furey respectively.

It was said to be wine, but it was actually a transparent, colorless, light, and clear liquid.

It was placed in a wine glass, and swayed slightly with the slight shaking of the ship.

When it rose to one side of the inner wall of the glass, it did not fall like a conventional liquid, but hung on it with viscosity.

Upon closer inspection, countless tiny arms could be vaguely seen extending from the liquid, hooking onto the inside of the glass.

Furey tremblingly took the glass with both hands, swallowed, carefully picked up the glass and drank it all in one gulp.

He closed his eyes tightly, savored it for a moment, and then a look of unfinished business appeared on his face.

His mouth smacked, constantly savoring the aftertaste.

Mule felt a chill in his heart. After hesitating for a moment, he deliberately slowed down, picked up the glass, and shook it gently.

The forest cat looked down at the transparent liquid in the glass, and after examining it, gave a conclusion, "This should be wine made from pure soul energy, which is of great benefit to spiritual bodies.

At the same time, it can also be used as a material in advanced occult rituals."

"She's right."

The witch agreed, "The energy fluctuation level of the wine in the glass is roughly equivalent to the souls of a hundred people.

It is extremely difficult to make such wine in the real world.

First, it is necessary to kidnap and torture victims on a large scale, making them endure inhuman pain before death. It is easy to be exposed.

Second, the souls of modern people are heavily polluted, and their purity is low, making it easy to make mistakes during production.

Considering Furey's expression, this glass of wine should also be a rare and valuable item in the underworld."

The forest cat and the witch were both experts in occultism, and Mule, as the employer, was well aware of this.

"You can try a couple of sips,"

Li Ang said lightly, "First, you can test whether you are a pure spiritual body.

Second, this glass of wine may have some positive effects.

Third, this glass of wine may also be a test by this Bee."

After hearing the suggestions of the expert group, Mule no longer hesitated, picked up the glass and drank a little transparent liquid, and followed Furey's example, pursing his lips.