On the Future, Frank Lee rolled up his sleeves, flicked his fountain pen, and wrote with a smile:
"My dear friend, Gehrman Sparrow, I have good news for you. I've used the flesh and blood of a Rose Bishop to successfully nurture a brand new mushroom. As long as there are fish, it can constantly reproduce, so we don't have to worry about not being able to eat mushrooms after a long voyage. Furthermore, it's hybridized with beef, making it taste great!
"Its only flaw is that it can't fish by itself. It needs help, but I don't think it's a big problem. After all, Nina said that it wouldn't pollute the ocean this way. Alright, let's just assume that she's right. Sui Meng Xiao Shuo said.
"I've sent you some dried mushrooms. As long as you give them water and fish, they will immediately become normal and reproduce on their own. I hope you like my gift …"
After rambling on for a while, Frank folded the letter, put it into an envelope, stuffed three dried mushrooms into it, and applied glue to seal it.
After doing all of this, he took out the note that Klein had given him and seriously prepared the ritual to summon the messenger according to the description on it.
This was not complicated for Frank. It did not take him long to set up the altar and create a wall of spirituality.
Finally, he solemnly placed a Rouen Gold Coin in front of the candle.
After lighting the candle and whispering the incantation, he stared at the flame, watched it expand, and out came a headless lady carrying four heads.
Frank was shocked at first, but then he stared at Reinette and Tinicle's four beautiful, blonde, red-eyed heads with a fervent gaze. He muttered, "That's right.
"How did you do it?
"Why can't they be completely consistent?
"If I plant it in the soil, will it grow more?"
The eyes of the four heads held by Reinette and Tinekerr turned in different directions before finally landing on Frank Lee's face.
Suddenly, all the soil in the various containers in the room flew out and piled up in front of Frank.
Frank then floated up, rolled in the air with a stunned expression, and fell head first into the pile of mud.
His legs kept struggling outside, but he couldn't pull them out for a while.
Only then did two of Reinette Tinkerr's four heads reach forward and bite the envelope and the gold coin.
When she completely disappeared, Frank Lee finally found the best place to exert his strength. He left the soil and fell to the ground.
"Amazing …" Frank exclaimed in fear. He then wiped the dirt off his face into his mouth, chewed carefully for a while, and muttered to himself, "It's a little sour …"
At that moment, Admiral of Stars Cattleya, who had just completed the sacrifice in the captain's cabin, seemed to sense something. Her dark purple eyes subconsciously looked towards Frank Lee's room and vaguely saw a crudely made illusory doll.
This baby doesn't have a brain!
The scene flashed by, and Cattleya's eyes instantly closed. There was a burning pain inside, and two lines of tears flowed down uncontrollably.
She frowned a little and muttered uncertainly,
"Ancient evil creature?"
…
After "distributing" the Meteorite Crystal and the Black-hunting Monitor Lizard's spinal fluid to the Magicians and Miss Justice, Klein returned to the real World and lay in a reclining chair. As he allowed his body to sway gently, he thought about where to go next.
With the news of Gehrman Sparrow's appearance and Crazy Captain Connors Viktor's matter, it's unlikely that the pirates will appear in public in Bayam for a long period of time. They've either boarded a ship and left the harbor, or they're lurking in hiding, making it difficult to find them.
In other words, there's no need for me to stay here. The matters regarding the Resistance can be controlled through Sea God's response and Dhaniz's transmission.
Yes, I'll head to the Seaweed Bar later. I'll get a fake identity and buy a black boat ticket to Desi Bay's Conant City … Not only is that the biggest port there, but it's also David Raymond's hometown. Back when I released this Red Glove from Creeping Hunger, I promised him that I would visit this beautiful coastal city and tell his daughter that the vendetta is over. Yes, I'll also think of a way to return the Nightmare Beyonder characteristic to the Church.
Heh heh, humans sure are hypocritical. On the one hand, they plan on returning the Nightmare characteristic, and on the other, they plan on stealing the Sealed Artifact from behind Saint Samuel Cathedral's Chanis Gate …
Shaking his head, Klein closed his eyes and used sleep to recover his spirituality.
After an unknown period of time, he suddenly had a premonition. He naturally opened his eyes and quickly activated his Spirit Vision.
Then, he saw Reinette Tinekerr walk out of the void.
This messenger was wearing a complicated black dress that was similar to the one she usually wore. One of her heads had a letter in its mouth.
Who sent it? Dhaniz, Vice Admiral Iceberg, Frank, or Anderson? Klein took the letter and nodded in greeting.
"Thank you."
He was very polite to his powerful and mysterious messenger. He didn't wish to strangle himself to death one day.
"Do you …" "Want …" "Immediately …" "Reply …" Reinette Tinekerr's four heads moved their lips one after another as they said the words.
Klein tore open the seal, took out the letter, and flipped through it. He was alarmed by the contents and nearly forgot to answer Miss Messenger. As for Reinette Tinekerr, she wasn't in a hurry as she quietly waited by the side.
One day, Frank Lee would destroy the World. He had to be controlled and not given a chance to advance! Seriously, how much does this fellow love to hybridize and create all sorts of strange plants? Uh … The City of Silver has always lacked food … Klein's thoughts raced as he had a bold idea.
It was to get Frank to change the direction of his research to the various foods suitable for the City of Silver!
This way, the cow, fish, mushroom, Rose Bishop, the sea, and World would be safe!
Klein hurriedly looked up and said to Miss Messenger, "Yes, reply immediately.
"Yes, write back immediately."
He immediately got up from the reclining chair and walked to the table. He took out a fountain pen and paper and quickly wrote, "… I have a question.
"… I have a question. If I eat the mushroom you created, eat cooked fish, and drink a glass of water, can it continue to reproduce?"
After giving the reminder, Klein went straight to the point.
"… Can you create a type of wheat that doesn't need sunlight to grow, or a cow that produces milk and meat by eating monsters? This seems very interesting! "
Following this topic, Klein wrote a few more paragraphs. Finally, he folded the letter and handed it to Reinette Tinekerr.
He said very naturally, "The postage will be paid by Frank."
"I hope …" "He …" "He's not …" "Dead …" Miss Messenger's four heads finished speaking one after another before sending a representative to bite the letter.
I hope he's not dead? Klein jumped in fright. Just as he was about to ask, Reinette Tinekerr had already entered the spirit world and vanished.
After two seconds of consideration, Klein wrote down a divination statement and used the topaz pendant to confirm that Frank Lee was still alive.
He silently heaved a sigh of relief, put away the dried mushrooms, rubbed his temples, and lay back down in the reclining chair.
…
After dinner, Seaweed Bar.
With an ordinary face, Klein came here once again.
Unlike before, the customers in the bar were mainly mixed-bloods with dark-skinned, slightly curly hair, and natives. They either belonged to a particular Bayam gang, secretly worked for the Resistance, or both. There weren't many ordinary people, and the pirates from different countries that were commonly seen in the past were all gone. Only a small number of adventurers were drinking hard liquor and discussing all sorts of rumors at sea.
Klein swept his gaze and found Deniel, who Dhaniz had previously mentioned. This thin local could provide fake identification and a scalped ticket.
He didn't have any qualms as he leaned over.
"A second-class ticket to Conant tomorrow and a piece of identification."
Deniel looked up at him and thought for a moment.
"A total of 20 pounds."
A single second-class ticket to Conant only costs about a pound … However, an unregistered ticket is a lot more expensive to begin with. Together with the fake identification provided, 20 pounds isn't too ridiculous … Klein did the math and said, "That's not a problem.
"When can I get it?"
"I'll give it to you in 45 minutes." "You can pay five pounds up front and pay the rest after you get your ticket and proof of identity."
"Alright." Klein didn't waste his breath as he took out his wallet and drew out five one-pound notes.
He wasn't worried that someone would target his wallet. This might mean that he could save 20 pounds, and he might even have some left over.
Deniel had just verified the authenticity of the notes and was about to instruct his subordinates when he suddenly realized that the bar had turned extremely silent!
Klein also sensed it as he subconsciously looked towards the door.
There were two people there. One of them was dressed in a tailcoat with a black trench coat. His brown hair was neatly combed back. His eyes weren't big, but they were bright and spirited. He had a thin beard around his mouth, giving him a gentlemanly vibe but also a little undisciplined. The other person was wearing a hooded robe that was rarely seen in public. His face was hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to discern his looks.
The lackadaisical gentleman swept his gaze around and seemed very satisfied with everyone's reaction. As he flipped the silver coin between his fingers, he walked towards Deniel. The hooded man followed behind him, occasionally taking out something from his pocket and stuffing it into his mouth, making crunching sounds as he chewed on it.
The silver coins stopped flipping as the undisciplined gentleman came in front of Deniel and chuckled.
"Prepare ten tickets to Pritz Harbor tomorrow. They need to be on three different ships."
"Yes, Mr. Oder," Deniel stood up in horror and replied.
Klein momentarily failed to recall the undisciplined gentleman who was flipping the silver coins in his fingers because he didn't seem to have a bounty on him. Only when he heard the name Oder did he find it vaguely familiar.
Just as he was recalling, he saw the hooded man take out a coffee-colored candy from his pocket and throw it into his mouth, producing crunching sounds.
After receiving an affirmative answer, Oder and Klein didn't stay any longer. In the silent atmosphere, they walked to the staircase and headed for the second floor of the bar.
Deniel exhaled and turned his head to see Klein's puzzled expression.
He casually said, "Oder, the adventurer who serves the owner of the Dawn."
… I remember now. Silver Coin Viper Oder! He's always claiming that he's working for Queen Mystic, but no one can verify it. I can ask Ma 'am Hermit later … The last time I heard of him was in Damir Harbor. He seems to be mixed with Admiral of Blood's intelligence officer, Old Quinn … However, the latter has already been killed by Mr. The Hanging Man … Klein instantly recalled many things as he deliberated and asked, "What about the other person?"
"Who knows?"
Deniel turned his head and instructed his subordinates, getting them to prepare the identification documents and the corresponding tickets.
PS: Additional updates have been sent. Seeking monthly tickets for the last three days ~!
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