Withered vines hung down and covered the decaying wooden buildings. The entire ruins were frozen in a depressing atmosphere that no one had set foot in for a long time.
Alger and a few sailors circled around the ruins in the desolate winter environment, but they still did not find anything of value.
"Captain, batches after batches of adventurers have come here. What else is left for us?" Finally, a sailor in his thirties broke the silence rather impatiently.
His words resonated with the rest of his companions, and they all chimed in.
"It didn't take us much time to find this place. I'm sure others can find it easily as well."
"Yes, yes, yes. Let's continue fighting the Feysacians!"
"Captain, are you planning to turn this place into a stronghold?"
Alger slowly swept his gaze around, making the sailors stop complaining under his gaze and choose to obey.
After a few seconds of silence, he said,
"I plan on using this place to ambush the Feysacians.
"Let's observe the terrain first and see if it's suitable."
With such an excuse, the sailors barely perked up, and the group quickly entered the depths of the Elven ruins.
As he walked, Alger's spiritual perception was suddenly triggered, and he subconsciously turned his head to look behind a giant tree.
There were traces of the soil being turned over, and it was less than a year old.
Alger retracted his gaze and pretended not to notice anything amiss. He looked elsewhere naturally.
After exploring the Elven Ruins, they returned to their new camp.
At this time, it was already close to evening and the forest was getting colder and colder. After Alger and the sailors had their dinner, he left two patrolmen behind and each went into a different tent.
The cold wind whistled through the trees, causing the bonfire to sway. Alger, who had planned to leave the campsite in the middle of the night, suddenly heard a faintly discernible singing from afar.
The song was ethereal and ethereal, like a lady singing softly, expressing her inner worries.
This caused Alger to unconsciously recall the past. He recalled his mother who had passed away many years ago, and recalled his childhood when he was bullied and humiliated.
An indescribable sadness surged uncontrollably from the bottom of his heart, preventing him from waking up immediately. Instead, he waited for a few seconds before he abruptly turned over and sat up. He frowned deeply and listened attentively.
This time, he did not hear anything. It was as if the melodious singing had never appeared.
Alger narrowed his eyes, grabbed the thick jacket and put it on. He walked out of the tent and came to the campfire.
The two sailors on night duty had just finished a round of patrol and were basking in warmth.
"Did you find anything unusual?" Alger asked in a deep voice.
The two strong sailors shook their heads at the same time.
"No."
Alger's brows relaxed a little. He turned around, intending to patrol the area on his own.
At this moment, he saw something from the corner of his eye.
The two sailors were too close together.
If they were ordinary pirates, this would not be a problem. However, Alger's men were sailors who had received formal training from the Church of the Storm. They definitely knew that in such an environment, the patrols had to maintain a certain distance between each other. They could not be too far away, nor could they be too close. They had to be able to see each other, and at the same time, they had to prevent being attacked and taken away at the same time.
Alger took two steps forward without batting an eyelid, pretending to casually turn his head and ask,
"Did you find anything normal?"
He changed the question from before, making it extremely strange.
The two strong sailors shook their heads in unison as they replied without changing their expressions, "No."
"No."
No … Alger's expression relaxed as he nodded gently.
"Very good."
He then turned around and slowly walked into his tent.
Just as the sailors' gazes were cut off, Alger suddenly pulled out the Blade of Poison and the Gargoyle Glasses. He then opened his mouth and prepared to sing a song.
At this moment, the ethereal and sorrowful song from before appeared once again. It reverberated in Alger's ears and pierced into his psyche.
This was an abnormally ancient ballad. It sang of extreme sorrow and melancholy, making Alger's Spirit Body seem to grow pale and incorporeal arms that constantly tore at his body.
Alger's expression warped as slippery, light black fish scales appeared on the surface of his skin. His dark blue hair that was as messy as seaweed stood up one after another, turning abnormally thick.
The thoughts that originally existed in his mind were disrupted by the song and the pain. They could no longer take form.
Alger collapsed as he struggled and squirmed on the ground. He looked less and less human as he was on the verge of losing control.
Suddenly, the song stopped as a slightly indifferent voice entered Alger's ears.
"There are some elven bloodlines …
"Then let's do this. Make good use of Siatas' Beyonder characteristic."
Alger's forehead was covered in cold sweat as he slowly got up. He saw that a figure had appeared in the tent at some point in time.
It was a woman with glossy black hair. Her facial features were exquisite, and her ears were slightly pointed. Her eyes were deep, and her contours were soft. She wore a complicated and unadorned dress. Even though she didn't have the height advantage, she still gave off a feeling of superiority.
"… Are you the Elf Queen, Queen of Calamity Cohinem?" A thought flashed through Alger's mind as he took the initiative to ask.
The woman played with a golden wine cup with beautiful patterns and calmly said, "Haven't you already seen me?"
The woman played with a golden wine cup with beautiful patterns and calmly said, "Haven't you already seen me?"
Alger instantly recalled the similar song he had heard on Pasu Island. He recalled his dream of entering the underwater coral palace and seeing a high elf.
After a few seconds of silence, Alger said in a deep voice, "You're actually still alive."
At the same time, he silently chanted Mr. Fool's honorific name, but he didn't know if it would work if he didn't say it out loud.
The woman with her black hair tied up in a high bun replied without any change in expression,
"It's very difficult for an angel to perish without encountering an enemy."
"Then why did you split the characteristic and place yourself in a strange state, making you wait for an opportunity to revive?" Alger had learned of the corresponding situation in the Tarot. He asked out of curiosity and to stall for time.
The elf woman suspected to be Queen of Calamity Cohinem snorted.
"Because the throne of Storm is occupied by Leodero, and I'm powerless to resist the Tyrant.
"Also, there are fewer and fewer elves. My anchor is becoming more and more unstable."
Others might not know who Leodero was, but Alger knew very well. He didn't dare to continue this topic in the real World.
Just as he was about to ask Queen of Calamity Cohinem's purpose for descending here, the elf queen had already taken the initiative to speak.
"Do you want to become a demigod?"
"She" wants to use my body to revive? "She" wants to advance to Sequence 4 and obtain godhood as bait to corrupt me? While Alger was tempted, questions surfaced in his mind one after another.
Considering how Mr. Fool could purify all kinds of corruption, Alger acutely felt that this was an opportunity.
This reminded him of a term Rosell The Great had once mentioned:
A sugar-coated bullet!
And now, he had quite a high chance of swallowing the sugar and throwing the bullet back.
"What do you want me to do?" Alger didn't appear too eager as he raised a question based on his personality.
Queen of Calamity Cohinem scrutinized him for a few seconds.
"When you're qualified and have the opportunity to come into contact with the Book of Calamity, take out something that others won't notice and bring it to the Western Continent."
The Western Continent … the legendary homeland of the elves? Alger frowned slightly.
"Didn't the Western Continent disappear?"
The corners of Cohinem's mouth curled slightly.
"Since it disappeared, it will reappear.
"When the apocalypse comes, it will definitely reappear."
Without waiting for Alger to ask again, the Elven Queen paused and said,
"You don't have to personally send that thing to the Western Continent, but you must entrust it to someone trustworthy. Although I'm not good with curses, I can still make you die in pain after you violate the agreement."
"But what if the Western Continent doesn't reappear, or if we can't enter it?" Alger said after some serious thought.
The eyes of Cohinem, who had shiny black hair and gentle facial features, were somewhat vacant, as if he had sunk into a beautiful memory.
After a few seconds, she calmly said,
"If it really doesn't reappear, then the agreement will be null and void.
"Entering the Western Continent might really require an incantation or a password, but I'm not sure what it is. However, you can ask an existence."
"Who?" Alger asked in puzzlement.
Cohinem swept a glance at him and said coldly,
"The Mr. Fool you were reciting in your heart just now.
"I have a feeling that 'He' is the key to whether this matter can be completed or not."
Alger's heart tightened as he hurriedly lowered his head and replied,
"I understand."
Upon seeing this, Queen of Calamity Cohinem nodded slightly and said, "If you wish to become a demigod, keep this agreement.
"If you wish to become a Demigod, keep this promise. When the sun rises, head to the elven ruins."
After saying that, the Elf Queen's figure quickly dissipated, like an illusion that was often seen in the sea or desert.
Alger suddenly opened his eyes and realized that he was lying in a tent, having just woken up.
His memories were a little chaotic, but he quickly sorted out the connections.
He and his sailors had just inquired about the location of an elven ruin. They had arrived nearby but had not had the time to explore it.
The exploration, the singing, the mutation of the sailors, the appearance of Calamity, and the conversation were all just a dream!
It's no wonder I was so careless … Despite knowing that I might encounter the Queen of Calamity, I didn't pray to Mr. Fool in advance … The Queen of Calamity relied on her angel level to create this realistic dream? Or does she have the corresponding Sealed Artifact? Even if she exists in a special state, she still has a way to borrow its power? Alger listened to the movements outside the tent and found that everything was normal.
He immediately sat down and piously prayed to Mr. Fool.
In just twenty to thirty seconds, Alger arrived above the gray fog and saw Mr. Fool sitting at the end of the long, mottled table.
After The Hanging Man greeted him, The Fool Klein said casually, "You saw Cohinem?"
The Hanging Man, Alger, replied seriously,
"Yes, but we can't be sure that it's the Elf Queen."
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