Pa!
Klein stretched out his hand and caught the slightly heavy letter.
The huge skeleton messenger didn't stop. It directly disintegrated into a fountain and fell onto the deck one by one, disappearing, as though it didn't want to stay here for another second.
Holding the letter firmly, Klein didn't look down at it directly. Following his spiritual intuition, he instinctively turned around and looked at the wooden stairs leading to the first-class cabin.
He saw Donna and Denton's eyes widen and their mouths half-open, as though they wanted to scream because of the scene just now, but they didn't have the time to make a sound. Seeing that it was over, they suspected that they were hallucinating.
Children who eat Damir Harbor's special cured meat have a certain level of temporary Spirit Vision … Klein's brows twitched slightly. Just like when he hunted the murloc, he raised his left hand and raised his index finger to his mouth, silencing the two underage children.
Donna, who was already rather tall, immediately raised her hand and covered her mouth. She nodded in fear and excitement, indicating that she understood.
She looked down and saw that her brother was still in a daze. She hurriedly pulled his arm and put his palm to his mouth.
Cleves and Cecil sensed that something was wrong with them. They stopped in their tracks and looked at Klein, but they didn't discover anything.
Facing their gazes, Klein nodded calmly and continued walking to his room.
A gold coin had appeared in his hand at some point in time. It fluttered down and swam left and right, as though it had a life of its own.
Ding!
The gold coin bounced up and down, and the numbers pointed down, indicating a negative.
This meant that the episode just now wouldn't bring any harm to Klein.
Seriously, this messenger doesn't know any manners at all. He's not like before, when he would pat me on the shoulder and push me down to give me a heads-up, or directly turn the surroundings into a spirit world to prevent ordinary people from seeing him … Klein lampooned as he took out his key and opened the door.
He sat on the edge of the low bed, lit the remaining half of the candle, and opened Mr. Aztec's reply.
When he pulled out the item inside, the first thing that caught his eye was the Dark Emperor card.
Looking at that irritating face, Klein instinctively heaved a sigh of relief and let go of his worries.
He wasn't afraid that Mr. Aztec wouldn't return it to him. He still had that bit of trust in him. After all, the potion formula and the corresponding ritual could be copied. Only the characteristics of polymerization with high-grade ingredients couldn't be replicated. And this was clearly not the pathway that Aztec was in, nor was it the kind that could be replaced. The bigshot had no need for it.
Klein was worried that the messenger would be robbed and lose the Card of Blasphemy that was of great help to his Spirit Body state.
This wasn't impossible. There were countless strange creatures in the Spirit World, so it wasn't too inconceivable that there would be a few fellows who loved to rob messengers and were good at locating locations.
Along with the Dark Emperor card was the copper whistle from a member of the Charismatic Order.
Putting the two items away for the time being, Klein unfolded the textured letter and read Aztec's reply.
"… That card that depicts the Dark Emperor reminds me of some scenes. There's a Blood Emperor who's as tall as a mountain and wears a bright red cloak. His eyes are abnormally crazy, almost irrational, on the verge of losing control. There's a real Dark Emperor who has been resurrected. He sits on a huge throne and looks down at everything on the land.
"I look up at him. I lost consciousness after being glanced at by the Blood Emperor.
"I should've participated in the War of the Four Emperors to a certain extent, but I still need to recall the exact details. Perhaps it was the trauma I suffered that made me lose my memories again and again, causing me to constantly die and wake up.
"As for the legend of Death's treasure in the Berserk Sea, I don't have much of a stir. Perhaps when I take a ship to the Southern Continent and pass by that sea, I'll have a certain feeling and be naturally attracted to it.
"The experience of the copper whistle's owner is very similar to the Undying ritual, but there are obvious differences. I sensed an evil aura and signs of danger. I believe that the owner of the copper whistle is in a strange and terrifying state.
"It's best you don't blow that copper whistle and drive the messenger. This will bring great danger. Wait until I completely recover my memories and figure out what that experience represents before making an attempt.
"The feather left behind by the copper whistle's owner that you mentioned can be used in the realm of undead. It's a unique material that's rich in spirituality. Once I recall more, I'll organize some rituals and charms that can allow you to use it. Speaking of this matter, I recall that you asked about the method to prevent mental corruption in a Beyonder characteristic. This will probably take some time. At least for now, I'm still blank in this aspect.
"Also, I vaguely remember that in the Southern Continent, there's a special creature called the Feathermen.
"It's best to seal that card; otherwise, it might attract powerful enemies and many calamities. I can give you some techniques. It's not too difficult. First, a modified wall of spirituality …"
Indeed, an activated Card of Blasphemy has a converging effect … Thankfully, I left it in the land of gray fog … According to Mr. Aztec's description, he shouldn't be Death who lost his memories. Otherwise, he wouldn't have looked up to the Blood Emperor and the Black Emperor … He's Death's son. He followed that deity to participate in the War of the Four Emperors and unfortunately suffered serious injuries. That should be the case … As Klein pondered, he produced a flame and burned the letter.
Following that, he tried the sealing technique and familiarized himself with the knowledge that Aztec had taught him.
After doing all of this, he held a ritual and brought the Black Emperor card and the copper whistle of Charismatic Order into the mysterious space in the land of gray fog to eliminate any possibility of accidents.
Without a doubt, Klein didn't wish to suddenly encounter King of the Five Seas Nast at sea.
...
Early in the morning, the Sun leaped over the horizon and dyed the distance golden.
Klein went to the second-class buffet cafeteria, ate two slices of bacon and butter on toast, and drank a cup of lemon black tea.
After filling his stomach, he went to the deck to breathe in the fresh air and enjoy the beautiful early morning scenery.
At this time, he saw Captain Erland return drunk, the straight sword he wore swaying.
Thinking of what happened last night, Klein walked over and said without a smile,
"Good afternoon.
"Did Great White give you any trouble?
"He should be able to find out that I'm a passenger of the White Agate."
Erland, who was wearing a dark red coat, took off the boat-shaped hat on his head and laughed.
"That's his own problem.
"Actually, he did ask you to pay half of the bar counter repair fee, but it's not much, just a few soli. It just so happens that I won six pounds last night and gave him some extra tips. That's the end of the matter."
Captain, are you afraid that I, a crazy adventurer, will blow things up for the sake of my reputation, so you're going to take the blame yourself? Klein was silent for a few seconds.
"I get it."
Then, he turned around and walked back to the bow of the ship, leaving behind a very soft sentence.
"Thank you."
Returning to his previous spot, Klein felt the sea breeze blow against his face and slowly exhaled. He felt that it was too f * cking difficult to set up a persona.
After enjoying the wind for a while, he was about to return to the cabin when two figures suddenly appeared beside him. They were Donna and Denton.
Cecil, who was in charge of protecting them, was cruising a few steps away.
Donna clearly hadn't slept well last night. Her eyes were a little puffy, and her face was rather gloomy. However, she was rather excited. She was clearly imitating Klein to look at the scenery, but her eyes were nimbly darting around.
Just as Denton, who was in a similar state to her, was about to speak, she spoke first.
"Uncle, who was that last night?"
As she spoke, she looked ahead without turning her head, but her body trembled slightly, as though she was recalling the scene she had seen last night.
"That was a messenger. You can think of it as a postman." Klein similarly didn't look at the two children, as though he was talking about what he had for breakfast today.
"A messenger?" Denton almost couldn't control his voice.
"The World is so big, so there are bound to be some special creatures. Believe me, although it looks very fierce and terrifying, it's actually very gentle and professional … It just delivered a letter to me on behalf of a distant friend." Klein explained slightly, trying his best to describe the nearly four-meter-tall skeleton messenger as pitiful, weak, and helpless.
After a night of panic, Donna had calmed down a lot since she hadn't suffered any damage. Her eyes unconsciously lit up.
Her eyes unconsciously lit up as she said, "Good, good god!
"It's like I'm listening to a story!"
"Very cool!" Denton also expressed his opinion.
Then, he asked in puzzlement, "But why didn't the others see it? They didn't react! "
"That's because your hearts are pure," Klein said with a slight curl of his lips.
This was a white lie. After all, he couldn't directly say that it was the problem with the special cured meat. That would make the two good little guys unable to resist trying it.
This way, ignoring the problem of getting sick from ingesting large amounts of it, just randomly activating his Spirit Vision was a very dangerous thing to do. Even if Klein could sustain the consumption of his Spirit Vision for a long period of time, he didn't dare to keep it on all the time. Sometimes, seeing things that he shouldn't see could cause him to go crazy or even die!
"W-can we have our own messengers?" Donna asked excitedly.
"That depends on luck," Klein answered simply with a calm expression.
However, he could not help but complain in his heart.
I don't even have a messenger of my own!
If he wanted to obtain a messenger, he had to first design an accurate summoning ritual and prepare the corresponding spirit world creature contract. This was a specialized knowledge, and messing around would easily result in something bad being summoned. Therefore, Klein didn't dare to recklessly attempt it before he was confident.
"Yes, yes." Donna was looking forward to it.
Then, she whispered,
"Uncle, we will keep your secret!"
Beside her, Denton nodded heavily.
At this moment, a new passenger on the ship at Damir Harbor walked onto the deck with his luggage.
After Blazing Dhaniz sent the telegram, he considered that the captain might have some instructions for him, so he decided to cut short his vacation and head to the capital of the Rorsted Archipelago to await further orders.
Through his own channels, he got himself a ticket, put on a wig, and blackened his eyebrows. He boarded the White Agate very easily and waited for the liner to whistle out of the harbor.
Sigh, just as Rosell The Great said, capable people will always be a little tired … As Dhaniz walked to the cabin, he looked around leisurely. Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure.
He saw the young adventurer in the black coat, who had a calm appearance but was crazy in nature, standing at the bow of the ship, smiling politely at him like a gentleman.
The muscles on Dhaniz's face stiffened bit by bit.
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