Cattleya controlled herself and didn't look at The World.
She slowly said in a deep voice, "Northeast of the Gargas Archipelago, there's a safe sea route that can enter those dangerous waters …"
She began from the abyssal rift that separated the seawater, describing the chariot of the Sun that couldn't be looked at, the night that required one to sleep to avoid, the terrifying ravings that filled the entire sea, and the projection of the Giant King's Court that was located opposite the mountain in the World of Dreams.
During this process, she didn't mention the German Sparrow at all, deliberately avoiding him. As for the other abnormalities along the way, she only briefly mentioned a few words, such as the sea that could make hair grow wildly and the remnant aura of Earth Mother.
Finally, she placed her focus on the ruins with a sleeping corpse and the adventurer's sailboat with the words "Fountain of Unaging" written in blood.
"This might mean that the Fountain of Unaging is in that ruin. The corpse that can emit a loud gasp is the guardian." Cattleya mentioned the common guesses on the Future, but it didn't mean that it was her judgment.
Fountain of Unaging … The legendary Fountain of Unaging of the six treasures at sea … The Hanging Man Alger's heart palpitated when he heard that. He couldn't help but consider the possibility of exploring the ruin after he reached Sequence 5.
Audrey listened seriously and shook her head slightly.
"I don't believe that the final meaning of the words in blood is that the Fountain of Unaging is in that ruin."
After a second, she attempted to analyze the deceased's psychology.
"A person who is about to die after being attacked by a monster wouldn't do something like pointing out the treasure. If he wants to warn his companions or family members who come to seek him, he should've written that there's danger here or what the source of the danger is. If he plans on telling passing ships that there's the Fountain of Unaging here, then he lacks the motivation to write something like that on the brink of death. Unless there's a scheme hidden in it, a scheme to lure people to the ruin to seek the Fountain of Unaging, and this scheme will allow him to be saved."
"That's right. If it were me, I wouldn't risk my life to tell others that there are treasures here. To me, what's the point?" "Only hatred, hatred that's etched into my bones, can make me write such a thing before my death. Otherwise, I'd rather tell others how I should be buried and what burial items I need!"
At the end, he clicked his tongue and shook his head.
Klein nodded indiscernibly as he controlled The World and hoarsely said,
"The Fountain of Youth is a scam."
He used an absolute affirmation without adding words such as "maybe, maybe, maybe, should".
The Fountain of Unaging is a scam … Cattleya glanced at The World and retracted her gaze in thought.
This seemed to confirm some of her guesses and thoughts.
The Hanging Man Alger frowned when he heard that. It wasn't that he didn't agree with World's judgment, or that he believed that Miss Justice and Mr. Moon's explanation didn't make sense at all, but that he realized that he hadn't considered such a possibility at all!
To him, this was a mistake he shouldn't have made!
… After so many years, I'm still temporarily blinded by immense benefits … He fell silent for a few seconds before he suddenly sighed.
After exchanging what they had seen and heard, everyone began teaching Little Sun ancient Hermes and learning some mysticism knowledge from each other.
Time passed quickly. After everyone came to a tacit halt, The Fool Klein surveyed the area.
"Let's end it here."
"By your will." Audrey immediately stood up and curtsied. The rest of the members followed suit almost at the same time.
Seeing the blurry figures disappear before his eyes, Klein wasn't in a hurry to leave. He conjured goatskin and a fountain pen and wrote a divination statement:
"My hope of advancing to Sequence 4."
Putting down the fountain pen, Klein held the goatskin and leaned back in his chair. As he closed his eyes and entered a Cogitation state, he silently recited the divination statement.
After reciting it seven times, he quickly fell asleep and arrived in the World of Dreams.
The blurry world split open as he saw a towering mountain peak that pierced through the clouds.
At the peak of the mountain was a collapsed and dilapidated palace. The walls were covered in weeds and moss, and there were obvious holes in them.
In the hall of the palace, there was a huge seat carved out of stone at the very top. It was embedded with dull gold and gems, and it was mostly mottled and damaged.
On the seat that didn't look like it was prepared for humans, countless transparent maggots were huddled together. They were densely intertwined as they slowly squirmed and grew.
Around the seat, there were ravings that pierced through the long passage of time and history. They were illusory, ethereal, and incessant.
"Hornacis … Flegrea … Hornacis … Flegrea … Hornacis … Flegrea …"
When the ravings entered his ears, Klein jolted awake as his face frowned slightly.
"I'm really at the main peak of the Hornacis mountain range. Furthermore, I can see and hear it even clearer than before …"
This made him recall Queen Mystic Bernadette's prophetic words:
"Your fate is at the main peak of the Hornacis mountain range."
Is this my fate? It really makes me want to rebel. I just don't want to go … Sigh, it can't be absolute. It depends on the situation … Klein sighed and conjured the five "wanted posters" that Emlyn White had provided. Combining it with the information he had, he used divination to find the whereabouts of the five Primordial Moon believers.
Finally, due to the lack of information, he could only confirm two points:
"Galis Kevin, Windsor Behring, and Argos are all in Baekeland.
"Dandy and Lara are in Enmat Harbor and Pritz Harbor respectively."
That's equivalent to not getting anything … Klein shook his head and returned to the real World.
Thinking of how he had promised Little Sun to provide the Notary potion formula in three days, he put on his coat and top hat and prepared to head out to search for his target.
After opening the door and coming to the staircase, Klein saw Anderson Hood twirling his deerstalker hat as he hummed a country folk song as he walked up.
This fellow's mental resilience is very strong … He was just taught a lesson by a demigod in the morning, forced to apologize and agree to a request, but now, he doesn't seem to be traumatized at all … It's no wonder he can become a Sequence 5 Beyonder. Just this mental fortitude alone makes it difficult for him to lose control … Klein looked at him and nodded slightly as a form of greeting.
"Good afternoon, Gehrman." Anderson chuckled and waved his hand. "I've received the bounty and the characteristic money. I'll immediately pay you the rest."
As he spoke, he took out notes of varying thickness from different pockets.
"It's going very smoothly," Klein commented without any emotion.
Anderson immediately laughed.
"That's right. It's much smoother than I expected! Those fellows whose brains are supposed to be filled with granite are surprisingly amiable, efficient, and polite. I even suspect that I've been blessed by Lady Luck! "
"There's no such god." Klein mercilessly exposed his fantasy.
"Don't be so serious. It's life. Relax. Relax." Anderson handed over the remaining 1,200 yuan. "Actually, I know very well what's going on. That gentleman definitely didn't want me to waste time, so he secretly 'exhorted' those people."
Klein glanced at the notes, pinched them with his hand, and casually asked,
He casually asked, "Did you confirm which pirates caused the problem?"
He was asking which prey had attracted the Manipulator last night.
"There's no way to confirm it," Anderson said with a bitter smile. "Do you think I didn't confirm it beforehand? Although I acted nonchalant in front of you, I actually investigated the prey's background and situation ahead of time to prevent myself from offending someone I shouldn't have. Who knew … Sigh, I can only attribute it to bad luck. "
… This fellow is a lot more cautious than I imagined … That's right. His previous Sequence was called Conspirer … Klein thought in enlightenment for two seconds before asking indifferently,
"Who deserves to be killed the most here?"
Anderson was first taken aback before he chuckled.
"Even our craziest adventurer plans on starting a hunt?
"However, you have to consider it carefully. I don't wish to discover that you're a companion when I complete that demigod's mission."
Don't worry, we're different. I'm a Seer. I have all kinds of ways to conceal the situation. No one will come knocking on my door. Besides, that's a demigod of the Spectator pathway. He's not good at divination or prophecy … Klein maintained his unique cold attitude.
"You don't have to worry about it."
Anderson immediately gave a thumbs up.
"Your madness is admirable!"
He thought for a moment and added,
"The one who should be killed the most is Molsona from the New Rouen Party. He's one of the best friends of the pirates and possesses a highly addictive drug that's based on marijuana or some other plant. This helped him control many people in the Toscarter government and police department. He's the most influential gang leader here …
"He has committed many crimes and killed many people, but he basically did it with the help of pirates. On the surface, there are no problems.
"Heh heh, this guy isn't a Beyonder to begin with. The difficulty in killing him is that it's troublesome. Yes, troublesome!
"He has three to five Beyonders from different pirate crews protecting him at all times. The roofs, outside the rooms, and beneath the windows are all his people. If we want to kill him, we can only force our way in and kill most of them.
"I have the ability to do so, but it's too troublesome. There's also a certain level of danger. I'll even become a wanted criminal after the matter is over, so I didn't deal with him. Instead, I dealt with his safe."
Safe … To make stealing sound so fresh and refined … Hmm, I previously heard that Toscarter's plantation economy and pirate black market trade are the main industries. It's also flourishing with bars, brothels, and casinos. I never expected there to be a new type of drug here … But Molsona is an ordinary person, not a Beyonder … It just so happens that Creeping Hunger lacks food … Klein nodded and gestured for Anderson to elaborate.
…
In the evening, inside the Oak Bar.
A boxing match was about to begin in the ring. Many drunkards gathered to the side with cups in hand.
They were like sharks that had smelled blood. As they placed their bets, they shouted things like "kill him!" and "kill him!"
This was the property of Molsona, the leader of the New Rouen Party. The boxing match here was different from other places — death was allowed!
Molsona was very fond of such matches that resembled ancient gladiators. He often came to watch a few matches, and now, he was sitting on the second floor, looking down at the ring.
There were many bodyguards scattered around him, guarding every corner. There was no lack of Beyonders sent by his pirate partners or veteran adventurers that he had hired with huge sums of money.
These people had their sides or backs facing Molsona, surrounding him and preventing anyone from approaching. Revolvers, rifles, and shotguns were all exposed, shocking everyone present.
After confirming the situation, Klein pressed down on his top hat and entered the bar. He immediately saw Molsona smoking a cigar.
This gang boss had a very recognizable face. Be it his brandy nose or sparse eyebrows, they were all very distinctive.
Klein retracted his gaze and first went to the bar counter to get a glass of local malt beer that cost four pence. Then, he squeezed his way to the railing on the second floor.
Although he wasn't directly below Molsona — that place was tightly guarded — he wasn't far from him.
Within five meters … Klein silently muttered to himself as he held his glass and looked at the boxing ring.
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