"Are you ready?" Colin's back was facing the window as he asked in a normal tone.
Derrick, who was wearing the Axe of Hurricane, lowered his head slightly.
"I'm ready."
Over the past two months, with the help of his repeated patrol missions and arduous practice, he had completely grasped the various Beyonder powers of High Priest Sun. He wasn't too far from digesting them.
What he wished for the most now was to obtain the Sequence 6 potion formula of the Sun pathway in the next two or three Tarot Gatherings, so as to establish a foundation for his continued advancement.
The release of Shepherd Lovia gave him a strong sense of danger. He believed that only by reaching the same Sequence 5 could he effectively restrain her and eliminate the latent danger of the City of Silver. However, with his proficiency in the "acting method" and no lack of Beyonder ingredients, as long as he could survive the repeated patrols and exploration missions and accumulate enough contributions, Sequence 6 was definitely a target he could aim for. However, Sequence 5, which required a specific ritual, was rather difficult.
The grizzled, disheveled Colin nodded.
"In another two days, I'll lead an exploration team to the vicinity of the Giant King's Court. I'll do a second cleanup of Afternoon Town that we previously found. And your powers are very suitable for such matters."
Afternoon Town … Derrick, who had been crazily "revising" on his mythological knowledge in the past few months, wasn't unfamiliar with this term. This was the path that the Kingdom of Silver had to take to head to the Giant King's Court. There, humans and giants lived together in the town, surrounding the residence of an ancient god that was forever frozen in dusk. It was like the final door from the real World to the mythological legends.
"Yes, Your Excellency." Derrick couldn't find a reason to reject.
…
City of White, Nas, in a particular hotel.
Klein sat behind a table, looking out the window at the constantly changing clouds as he quietly waited for the evening to arrive.
At eight, he would board the flagship of the Star Pirates at Pier 6, the Future, and head for the easternmost side of the Sonia Sea. Regardless of what happened in the Gargas Archipelago and this sea region that was known as a pirate's paradise, it would no longer have anything to do with him.
That was why he was tolerant of the pirates who walked the streets and alleys, mingled in bars and casinos, and did not attempt to hunt them, lest they disrupt his plan to find mermaids.
My spiritual intuition tells me that Slaughterer Kircheis from noon seems to be targeting me … If he really wishes to deliver himself to my doorstep, I wouldn't mind it too much. Yes, I'll look down on him strategically, but I'll pay attention to him tactically. Without using the Sea God Scepter and Tinder, I'm, at best, slightly stronger than him. I'm better at being well-rounded and uncanny … Klein half-closed his eyes as he imagined the countless spheres of light gathered together. Using this, he quickly entered a Cogitation state to maintain his spiritual acuity.
After an unknown period of time, his spiritual perception was triggered and he opened his eyes.
At this time, the Sun had already set in the west. The fiery red color was burning the sea, and the shadow of the curtain was very long in the room.
The shadow seemed to come alive. It first swayed and swayed, then twisted and stood up, projecting itself onto the wall.
It was pitch-black and gloomy, as if it was formed from the viscous malice at the bottom of the human heart.
Klein watched this scene without any expression. He raised his left palm and slowly extended his fingers.
The pitch-black shadow's voice was coarse as though it was holding a piece of sandcloth in its mouth. It looked at Klein and said,
"German Sparrow!
"Don't interfere with what happened at noon.
"This is the will of the King of Immortality."
With that said, the shadow slid down like flowing water, dispersing into the darkness and returning to its original state.
Klein didn't pay attention to the shadow's changes. Instead, he cast his gaze outside.
He could sense that the person controlling the shadow was somewhere on the opposite street. Therefore, he had no intention of attacking the illusory entity.
Indeed, Slaughterer Kircheis recognized me as the crazy adventurer, German Sparrow, who enjoys hunting pirates. Therefore, he didn't hesitate to turn around and leave at noon. He wasn't necessarily afraid of me, but there were other relatively powerful adventurers back then …
The powers he displayed just now resembled that Desire Apostle from Baekeland. He's becoming more and more like a Beyonder of the Devil pathway …
Heh, using the King of Immortality to scare me. Do you think that will make me submit? I had no intention of interfering at all! In that case, I'm a little curious … Forget it. Finding mermaids is of utmost importance at present. I can't create any accidents … Klein retracted his gaze as he lampooned inwardly.
He was originally thinking of reporting this matter to the Church of the God of Combat in Nas, but after serious consideration, he realized that it was meaningless.
The Church of the God of Combat was the only legal religion in the Feysac Empire. It did have more High-Sequence Beyonders than the Church of the Evernight Goddess, but only by a little. Even with the demigods of the Feysac royal family and the military, with its vast territory and numerous colonies, they were similarly lacking in manpower because there were too many critical places that needed protection. Far from the empire, the Gargas Archipelago, which was located in an ordinary location and only had a flourishing whaling industry, was undoubtedly second in line. There were no saints guarding it.
According to Klein's prior knowledge, the Gargas archbishop of the Church of the God of Combat was only a Sequence 5 Guardian. Together with an executioner from the tribunal, a baron from the royal family, and a brigadier general from the military, they formed the top Beyonder combat power here.
Of course, the existence of Sealed Artifacts was key to ensuring the rule of this place. Klein suspected that the Church of the God of Combat in Nas had at least one Grade 1 Sealed Artifact. Only then could they cooperate with the fleet and Beyonders to ensure that the whale oil refinement industry and the Gray Amber trade industry weren't controlled by pirates. They also ensured that this place wouldn't become a vassal of one of the Four Kings. They ensured that they could last until reinforcements arrived in the event of a sudden attack.
It was precisely because of this that the official forces of the Gargas Archipelago were constantly in a defensive state. As long as the pirates didn't cause any major trouble, they were allowed to freely enter and leave the archipelago.
It's useless to report it … It's no wonder this place is called a pirate's paradise. It's no wonder Bilt wants to organize an Adventurer Association … Klein sighed and gave up on his previous plans.
After dinner and some rest, Klein took out his golden pocket watch and opened it to check the time.
Seeing that it was already seven, he began the ritual. He summoned himself and responded to himself, bringing different items in and out of the gray fog to adjust his equipment.
As he was going on an adventure at sea on the Future, the Murloc Cufflink and various charms from the Sea God's domain were necessary. Therefore, Klein left Tinder and the Brooch of the Sun above the gray fog. With Creeping Hunger as his main force, he matched it with the Biological Poison Bottle and a revolver loaded with different Beyonder bullets. He still had seven Purification Bullets, thirteen Demon Hunting Bullets, and two Exorcism Bullets.
After putting on his coat, Klein stuffed the brass Aztec whistle and the wallet containing fifty pounds into his inner pocket. Then, he put the silver adventurer's harmonica and the charms together.
After doing all of this, he touched the pistol under his armpit and wiped the blue cufflink on his left wrist. He buttoned up his double-breasted frock coat, wore his half top hat, and picked up the black suitcase that only contained a change of clothes and a few daily necessities. He opened the door and walked out of the inn, taking a carriage to the harbor.
After waiting at Pier 6 for a while, he saw a gigantic sailboat slowly appear in the distance.
Based on his limited knowledge of ships, Klein knew that a sailboat of such a length wasn't scientific. However, this didn't stop it from slowly advancing over the dark sea as it steered towards the lighthouse that emitted light.
As the sailboat approached, the flag gradually became clearer. The crimson but weak moonlight allowed the people at the harbor to see ten white stars of the same size. And those stars circled a cold eyelash-less eye.
"Admiral of Stars!"
"The Future!"
The pirates and sailors guarding the ship let out exclamations of astonishment. All the docks in the harbor were instantly filled with a restless mood.
After more than ten seconds, the cannons on the two sides of the mountain "nervously" adjusted themselves and aimed at the gigantic sailboat that didn't attempt to conceal itself.
Gong! Gong! Gong!
The distant cathedral emitted a melodious and ethereal chime. It happened to be eight o 'clock.
As the tension in the harbor became more and more obvious, the Future came to a stop.
At some point in time, a lady dressed in a black classic robe had appeared at the bow of the ship. Her clothes were covered in different symbols and magic labels, making her look like a powerful warlock from ancient legends.
Under the crimson moonlight, the area in front of her suddenly lit up. Resplendent starlight scattered down, forming a long, transparent bridge.
The long bridge kept extending forward and landed on Pier 6.
She's quite impressive … As expected of one of the seven pirate admirals. Furthermore, she's an Admiral that's on a higher level than Iceberg and Ailment … As Klein sighed, he wished to cover his face with his hand.
He didn't wish for others to know that the crazy adventurer, German Sparrow, had cooperated with Admiral of Stars Cattleya.
At this point, all I can do is maintain my persona. Once I'm done digesting it and return to the Northern Continent, there won't be a German Sparrow anymore … Klein walked out of the shadows, pressed down on his half top hat, and steadily walked up the long bridge that was condensed from starlight.
His feet were firm and as firm as metal. Klein straightened his back as he unhurriedly walked to the Future that was docked outside the harbor under the sights of the cannons and indecipherable gazes.
The long bridge beneath his feet was transparent as the dark-blue seawater that was nearly black gently swayed. It made people with acrophobia turn limp.
Thankfully, I'm already a Clown. I've even jumped over bell towers … Klein walked the last ten meters with a cold expression before stepping onto the Future's deck.
Facing Admiral of Stars Cattleya, whose eyes were black and hair purple, he wasn't nervous at all. He took off his hat and bowed.
"Good evening, Ma 'am."
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