Leonard's expression froze for a moment before he returned to normal.
He had already recalled that Dawn Dantès was working with the military, preparing to sell a batch of guns and cannons to West Balam.
Therefore, although this gentleman's appearance on a military airship was surprising, it didn't seem out of place.
The only problem was, he was heading to West Balam so soon? Amon's arrival had also given him a certain level of pressure? With a thought, Leonard turned his gaze level. Then, together with his teammates, they walked up the gangway to the second floor and entered a large lounge that belonged to them.
Not long after the Red Gloves found their seats and sat down, a deep rumble, the whirring of the blades, and all kinds of scraping sounds sounded, causing the floor and walls to tremble slightly.
The tremors gradually intensified and turned into a rocking motion. The airship rose up while swaying, bit by bit, it stabilized.
Klein had already sat down and buckled his seatbelt. He looked around curiously, experiencing the feeling of flying that was different from the past.
The takeoff wasn't very stable, and the altitude was rather low. But without encountering a hurricane, the turbulence was still fine. I wonder how it's done … Klein looked diagonally at the window in front of him. He had no intention of unbuckling his seatbelt or walking around.
This wasn't a fear of heights, although he was a little afraid. He was temporarily wearing Creeping Hunger, allowing him to "fly short distances" and directly "teleport," so he wasn't that afraid. He was only seriously acting as a Desi tycoon who was riding an airship for the first time.
At this moment, Klein's spiritual perception was triggered. He hurriedly tapped his molars and quickly activated his Spirit Vision.
He then saw the colors around him intensify as they stacked together. He saw white bones spewing out from the ground like a fountain, forming a gigantic skeleton that was nearly four meters tall.
The skeleton's eye sockets burned with pitch-black flames as it held a folded letter in its dangling hand.
Mr. Aztec's messenger … He has finally recovered from his transformed state? Klein was pleasantly surprised as he stood up to receive the letter.
But only when he felt the obstruction in his abdomen did he remember that he was buckling his seatbelt.
When he reached out to undo it, the skeleton messenger crouched down and stuffed the paper into his palm.
Klein was stunned for a moment. He raised his head and looked at the black flames burning in the other's eye sockets. He nodded slightly as a form of greeting.
He could understand why the messenger didn't appear on the next level, only allowing the top half to penetrate the ground. This was because this was a military airship. Apart from the Red Gloves from before, there was a high chance that there were other Beyonders. They also had spiritual perception and a certain level of Spirit Vision, allowing them to barely sense the messenger's existence.
However, I don't think it's polite to deliver a letter while squatting … I'd rather do what I did in the past … Klein muttered as he watched the messenger disintegrate into illusory bones that fell to the ground like a waterfall.
In the large lounge, Daly Simone, who still liked to call herself a "shaman," suddenly turned her head and looked at another room across the hall.
She furrowed her brows slightly and narrowed her eyes.
Daly retracted her gaze and said to the low-ranking officer who was serving as a waiter in the corner of the lounge.
"Give me a cocktail, Black Rand and champagne, half and half."
"This formula is very strange, ma 'am." As the officer unbuckled his seatbelt and walked to the wine cabinet welded to the ground, he attempted to give a suggestion.
Daly, who was wearing blue eyeshadow and blush, smiled.
"I like to taste unique things."
Having said that, she changed the topic and asked casually,
"Apart from you and us, there seems to be someone else on this airship?"
As the officer opened the wine cabinet, he replied, "Yes.
"A merchant.
I think his name is Dawn Dantès. He has some cooperation with the Department of Defense. "
Dawn Dantès … Daly was taken aback as her eyes darted around.
"What kind of cooperation?"
To her right, Leonard Mitchell subconsciously adjusted his sitting posture. He switched from placing his right foot on his left leg to placing his left foot on his right leg.
"I'm not sure," the officer replied with a shake of his head. "It seems to be using that gentleman's experience in the Southern Continent."
"Southern Continent …" Daly repeated the term in thought and didn't ask further.
…
In the small lounge opposite, Klein had already unfolded the letter and was reading it seriously.
It was indeed from Aztec Eggers. He indicated that his previous experience had allowed him to recover more of his memories. He had no choice but to sleep to digest and recover, so he wasn't able to reply in time.
Klein truly relaxed as he shifted his gaze to the content at the back in a good mood.
Aztec's description of the Spirit World Plunderer was:
"… This is a rather cunning and rare creature. It's very good at disguising itself, and it's not easy to find … One thing that can be used is that it's very aggressive. However, it's also very dangerous. Even if one has strength close to Sequence 4, one has to be sufficiently careful. Otherwise, one might accidentally become its soul avatar …
"Its specific characteristics are … I'm not too sure, or perhaps I haven't recalled the areas where Spirit World Plunderers frequent. I suggest you pray to Red Light Aiur Moria. 'He' is very friendly to humans and is willing to answer similar questions. 'He' also wields the corresponding authority … The key to the ritual is the correct honorific name and symbol …
"When you have clues to the Spirit World Plunderer, you can wait for a while. I might be able to provide some help …"
How can I do that … Klein raised his right hand and pinched the sides of his mouth.
He then flipped the paper and looked at the last page.
"… Similarly, I'll help you seal that glove again … It's not that I don't want to teach you the sealing method, but you probably won't be able to complete it. This requires the power of the Underworld. At the very least, you need an Undying to do it …
"Alright, I should be free soon. I remember you talking about the Death God's Ring …"
Mr. Aztec doesn't seem to have changed much. At least, I can't tell from the letter … Klein slowly exhaled. With a flick of his wrist, he ignited the paper in his hand, reducing it to ashes that fell into the dustbin welded to the ground.
Although Aztec wasn't aware of the places where Spirit World Plunderers frequented, he could roughly determine that this descendant of Death similarly didn't remember Calderón City. He could also vaguely guess that the mysterious spirit world city likely had nothing to do with the Underworld. Otherwise, Mr. Aztec, who had long recovered his connection with the Underworld, would've recalled certain details. However, he still planned on asking about Calderón City in his reply.
No matter what, one should always have hope … Also, I should inform Mr. Azik that I've arrived in the Southern Continent … Klein seriously considered how he should reply to him.
However, he didn't immediately take action, afraid that summoning the messenger would trigger the spiritual perception of the other Beyonders on the airship.
As his eyes darted around, Klein looked out the window once again. He saw that the sky outside was dark and silent.
…
Looking at the dark sky where the crimson moon was obscured by the clouds, Admiral of Stars Cattleya retracted her gaze, raised her pen, and deliberated over her words.
"The answer to that question is that neither of the choices is right."
She was a little puzzled at first. Why didn't the Queen directly ask what "home" referred to? Instead, she added two guesses. Wouldn't this easily result in the question not receiving an effective answer? Later, after some thought, she believed that the Queen was indeed more thoughtful than she was.
As she was facing a secret existence suspected to be an ancient god, and as the number of diary pages she had provided added up to about twenty pages, with the corresponding answer being exchanged every time, just three diary pages, even if they were of high value, were unable to match the critical question of Rosell The Great's mind and spiritual home. The secret hidden within might be more important than a Card of Blasphemy.
And Queen Mystic seems to be very persistent about this question. She isn't willing to switch to anything else. Therefore, she deliberately added two options, hoping to get an answer that could be eliminated or confirmed. In contrast, this lowers the value of the question. It happens to be in line with the principle of equivalent exchange … As Cattleya's thoughts wandered, she recalled certain matters from the past.
Back then, she was still young and was receiving instruction in various aspects. Queen Mystic would occasionally test her and tell her that during the process of answering, there were three opportunities to lower the difficulty. The first was to request to eliminate a wrong option, the second was to seek help from a designated person on the ship, and the third was to pray to one of the Seven Lights in the spirit world to obtain the answer. Of course, the prerequisite was that she could complete the ritual herself.
Clearly, Queen Mystic had chosen the first method to lower the difficulty.
Did Queen Mystic have a similar experience when she was young? After eliminating the two wrong options, it's unknown how far she's from the correct answer … Cattleya's expression unconsciously softened as she wrote:
"According to the intelligence I've received, there's a storm brewing in Baekeland. I hope you're well."
She didn't directly mention the deputy director of MI9 and the royal family's consultant. After all, this was information shared on the Tarot. It wasn't like her own question, which had Mr. Fool's tacit approval, allowing her to directly inform Queen Mystic.
After folding the letter, Cattleya summoned Queen Mystic Bernadette's messenger.
…
Behrens Harbor. Night had just fallen.
Dhaniz and Anderson found a hotel run by Intis immigrants and experienced the convenience of language communication.
After putting down his luggage, Dhaniz, who was wearing a cloak and boxing gloves, immediately went out and headed for the staircase.
Anderson leaned against the opposite door and asked in amusement, "Is there anything else?
Is there anything else? "
Dhaniz immediately scoffed.
"To buy a dictionary!
"This is much more reliable than your body language. In a few days, I might be able to grasp a few commonly used words!"
Anderson stroked his chin with his black-gloved left hand.
"Your boxing glove was left behind by that giant, right? What are the negative effects? "
Dhaniz blurted out, "Becoming rash in action.
"My actions have become reckless. I always act first before thinking about problems …"
As he spoke, he fell silent.
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