Bizarro Sorcerer … Klein suddenly woke up from his dream and opened his eyes to see the dark night.
It's not noon yet. It's still very dangerous … he mumbled and was about to go back to sleep.
At this moment, he finally recalled that he had already left the dangerous waters. Even if he didn't sleep after dark, he wouldn't completely vanish.
Phew, such a stable environment is still the best! I have to say that the matter of mysteriously disappearing after dark can be used to scare children, preventing them from sleeping late. Hehe, I was often given such a fright when I was young. Klein sat up, walked to his desk, and poured himself a cup of water.
After a moment of silence, he gulped down a mouthful of water and gradually regained his ability to think.
Zaratul really went mad … What exactly happened to him, or did something happen to him …
Bizarro Sorcerer. Sequence 4 is Bizarro Sorcerer. The focus of the Seer pathway is on words like Craftiness, Craftiness, Mischief, and Oddity? Or can it be summarized as Bizarro?
Yes, Clown, Magicians, Faceless, and Marionettist do indeed give me such a feeling. Seer seems to be an exception, but in the eyes of others, a charlatan's style can be rather bizarre and terrifying at times … Is that why Zaratul said that fate isn't the main domain of this pathway?
Also, it can be clearly seen that the Beyonders of this pathway are more inclined towards spellcasters.
According to Will Auceptin, there are only three ways to obtain the Bizarro Sorcerer potion formula. The first is to find the Secret Order and the crazy Zaratul. The second is to head to the main peak of the Hornacis mountain range to search for the treasures left behind by the Antigonus family. The third is to obtain it from within the Church. For example, the Antigonus family's notebook might have the corresponding formula.
According to Rosell The Great's description, Zaratul was a Sequence 2 Miracle Invoker a long time ago, a true angel. Later on, he might've advanced to Sequence 1, making him equal to or slightly weaker than Kings of Angels. The mad him — no, "He" — might've lost his reason, but there's a high chance that "He" will be harder to deal with. At the very least, there's no possibility of persuasion or deception. Just based on pure strength, I won't be Zaratul's match even if I get Mr. Aztec's help.
Heh heh, unless we wait for Will Auceptin to be born. However, if "He" were to involve himself in such matters, there's a high chance of attracting the attention of the Angel of Fate Ouroboros.
"As for the treasure on the main peak of the Hornacis mountain range, the reverberating ravings, the setup of the Antigonus family, and the rumors of the Country of Darkness buried deep in history make me feel that things aren't that simple. I suspect that this might be a trap.
"There's even less of a need to consider the Church of the Goddess. Ignoring the fact that there's an angel presiding over the Holy Cathedral with a bunch of Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts, just the Baekeland diocese where the Antigonus family's notebook is located has a terrifying demigod …"
Klein couldn't help but recall Mr. A, who had been erased like a pencil drawing. And the person who created all of this might very well be one of the upper echelons of the Church of the Evernight Goddess!
A beautiful woman with eyes that lack spirituality … She even smiled at me. I have no idea what it means … Klein shook his head helplessly, feeling that there was only one feasible solution at present.
That was to find a demigod from the Secret Order who was considered normal!
Compared to the mad Zaratul, he could at least communicate with him or even deal with him. Klein definitely couldn't do it alone, but he could get Mr. Aztec's help. He could pay a certain price to get Queen Mystic Bernadette to help.
That's all I can do for now … Klein quickly turned his thoughts to how he could help Anderson Hood remove the curse of bad luck.
It's already been more than two months. I wonder if that Fate Councilor, Ricciardo, has left Oravi Island. Sigh, he hasn't summoned my messenger to inform me of any clues to a mystical item that matches my requirements. However, this isn't a big problem. The bellman, Carnot, definitely hasn't left his post. I can contact Councilor Ricciardo through him.
That's good too. The Life School of Thought hasn't completed the requirements, which means that they haven't paid the final payment. I'll get them to help Anderson change his luck to make up for it. Then, I'll get payment from that fellow.
Heh heh, speaking of mystical items or Sealed Artifacts with powerful offensive strength, isn't Anderson's short sword one? According to the characteristics shown by the Reaper, an item formed after his death can also be considered … Hehe, I'm not a greedy devil. I'll definitely pay an additional settlement fee.
Klein held back his mischievous thoughts and took out the paper crane from his wallet. He tore it open and carefully wiped the pencil marks on it.
"It's really about to break. At most, two more times …" he muttered dejectedly. Then, he folded the paper crane, walked back to his bed, and continued sleeping. As for using the radio transceiver to contact Arrodes, he planned on leaving the pirate's paradise in the east before doing so.
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After daybreak, Klein lazily got out of bed and slowly washed up. He felt that this was how life should be. Knock!
Knock! Knock!
A knock on the door interrupted his wistful thoughts.
Without any premonition of danger, his spiritual intuition told Klein that the visitor was Anderson Hood.
As expected of the Strongest Hunter. He's managed to survive to this day … Klein tsked, controlled his expression, and opened the door.
Anderson wore a deerstalker hat he had gotten from somewhere and handed over a Rouen gold coin with a chuckle.
"The debt from yesterday."
Klein took the gold coin and weighed it in his hand.
"I have an answer to your question."
Anderson's eyes lit up.
"What solution is there?
"Don't tell me that the answer is that there's no solution …"
Am I that kind of person? At most, I'll say that there's no hope. Just wait for death. Goodbye! Klein lampooned as he indifferently swept his gaze at him.
"A demigod who's good at changing his luck lives on Oravi Island. He owes me a request."
"Very good!" Anderson didn't hide his joy. "So, what kind of price should I pay?"
How tactful … Klein deliberately fell silent for two seconds before saying, "I need a mystical item with powerful offensive strength.
"I need a mystical item with powerful attack power. Do you have any clues?
"If the value exceeds the luck enhancement ritual, I'll pay the difference."
Anderson frowned before slowly relaxing his brows. He smiled and said, "There's such a mystical item that meets your requirements.
"There's such a mystical item that meets your requirements. It has Beyonder powers related to lethal attacks. The negative effects aren't strong either. It can eat and sleep, but its luck isn't too good. It easily attracts monsters and enemies. Occasionally, it's quite talkative and a little annoying.
Haha, I'm just joking. "To be frank, my Death Brachydont is the mystical item you need, but it's also the only weapon I have left. Hmm … I have a corresponding clue. It's a rather special revolver. The bullets it fires have the effects of Weak-Point Attack, Lethal Attack, and Massacre. Furthermore, it can be combined with bullets with different characteristics. The negative effect is that every time you use it, you will gain a weakness that originally didn't exist. For example, you will be afraid of light, boats, dogs, etc. And this weakness will last for six hours.
"If it's just placed on your body, there are almost no negative effects. It will only make you easily thirsty. That's something that can be tolerated. If it wasn't for the revolver's characteristics overlapping with my powers and the mystical items I already own, I would've definitely bought it back then. The seller's asking price is only 9,000 pounds!
"How about this? The total reward is 1,500 pounds and the clue to this revolver. How about that?"
It sounds very suitable, and it matches my combat habits … Klein didn't directly agree to it.
Instead, he asked, "1,500 pounds?"
"Haha, I found more than ten pirates yesterday. They were all very kind. They either contributed their wallets to me or lent their characteristics and brains to me. In just one night, I earned 1,600 pounds. Seriously, I really like this pirate paradise!" Anderson said with a beaming smile. "I have to leave 100 pounds to buy a ticket back to the Fog Sea, so I can only pay 1,500 pounds."
He earned 1,600 pounds in one night? Not only are there many pirates in Toscarter, but they're also very valuable or rich? Klein suddenly wished to stay a few more nights in this port city.
But when he thought of how the targets that were easy to extract or find had most likely been dealt with by Anderson, he felt depressed again and asked coldly, "What's up?
He asked coldly, "Aren't you afraid of retaliation for doing such things in a pirate paradise?"
"What's there to worry about? Even if they are subordinates of a pirate admiral, I'm not afraid. Heh heh, I believe it's the same for you. It's not a problem if they're from the Four Kings. We're about to leave, and the news needs time to spread. When the time comes, I won't even know how many ships and identities I'll have changed! "Anderson said without a care.
Why are you cursing yourself again … Klein swept a glance at him with a hint of pity.
"Deal."
"Haha, here's 300 pounds. The remaining 1,200 pounds can wait for the bounty and characteristic money. Don't worry, it'll definitely come today. The amount won't be huge." Anderson took out a thick stack of bills with quite a number of soli and handed it to Klein.
In consideration of his persona, Klein only did a rough count before stuffing the notes into his wallet and pocket. He said without emotion, "That's right.
He said without emotion, "Buy two tickets to Oravi tomorrow."
He didn't specially exhort Anderson to change his appearance to buy the tickets because he believed that he was a mature hunter with rich experience.
If he wasn't experienced and strong, he would've long been sunk to some unknown sea … Klein couldn't help but lampoon inwardly.
"Alright." Anderson pointed to the floor. "Shall we go down for breakfast? It's my treat. "
Klein nodded and didn't reject the offer.
When they reached the first floor, the two walked to a table by the window. Along the way, they encountered a waiter carrying a white porcelain cup and a teaspoon.
Just as they crossed paths, the waiter's eyes suddenly glazed over. He picked up the teaspoon and stabbed it at Anderson's throat without any warning.
Although Anderson was surprised, his reaction wasn't slow at all. He immediately leaned back and dodged the lightning strike.
Bang!
Not far away, the hotel boss suddenly fired at Anderson's dodging body.
"W-what am I doing …" the boss muttered in horror and confusion after the gunshot.
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