Prepare … Of course not … Klein forced a smile and pointed at Enzo.
"That glove still needs to be sealed."
As he spoke, the red and peeling Enzo used his left hand, which was wearing the Flower of Blood and Green Essence rings, to remove the human-skinned glove that covered his right palm.
This is the Creeping Hunger.
Typically speaking, when Klein wasn't using it, he was inclined to leave Creeping Hunger above the gray fog. After all, after the glove mutated, its seal had failed. It needed to eat a living person a day; otherwise, it would feed on the wearer. However, considering that Mr. Aztec had replied and that he might come over soon, he finally decided to leave Creeping Hunger in the real World unless there were special circumstances.
After all, he had already imagined the scene of Mr. Aztec's arrival. He didn't wish for the following conversation to happen:
"Didn't you say that the glove from before needs to be sealed again?"
"Yes, wait a moment. I'll head to the washroom."
Or:
"Are you ready?"
"… No. Wait a moment. I'll head to the washroom."
Just the thought of such scenes and lines left Klein feeling awkward and odd. Even without considering the possibility of Mr. Aztec discovering the gray fog's secret, this would cause his image in Mr. Aztec's heart to slide in an unpredictable direction.
Therefore, after obtaining a new marionette and completing the attempt of "looking at himself," Klein brought Creeping Hunger back to the real World to make up for the meal from before.
The difference from before was that the wearer was Enzo instead of him.
Apart from this, to curb Creeping Hunger's urge to eat humans every day, Klein carried a few ordinary mushrooms with him. He also made his marionette maintain a distance of less than five meters from him.
Upon hearing his words and seeing his marionette's actions, Aztec nodded and reached out to receive the human-skinned glove.
Klein took the opportunity to take out a few mushrooms from his pocket and threw them into a nearby trash can.
Pa!
He snapped his fingers, causing the mushrooms to spontaneously burn, turning scarlet red without affecting anything around them.
This was the ability of the Magicians to control fire.
After doing all this, he saw Mr. Aztec's gaze inevitably look over. Klein laughed dryly and said,
"That incident from before made Creeping Hunger a little afraid of mushrooms. I used this weakness to suppress its usual impulsiveness."
In fact, this didn't have much practical use. This was because carrying the mushrooms around would suppress Creeping Hunger, causing the Sealed Artifact that was enduring hunger to immediately devour it after the mushrooms disappeared. Unless there was other "food" in front of it that could be easily obtained, it would only become an enemy's helper.
"Mushroom …" Aztec muttered to himself as he held the gloves that were starting to be stained with blood. His surroundings suddenly turned dark, and even the sunlight outside the window was rejected.
Pale, dark green, complicated symbols, labels, and patterns appeared out of thin air, as if they were written by invisible spirits, shadows, spirits, and other creatures.
They intertwined in midair, forming a mysterious and illusory bronze door that seemed to connect to another World. It was a deep, silent, and terrifying World.
The illusory door shrank until it finally landed on Creeping Hunger, causing the blood-red color on its surface to rapidly fade as the pale-white color became its main body.
A few seconds later, the human-skinned glove returned to normal. It was still a thin layer, but even without the mushrooms' suppression, it didn't show any signs of mania or impulsiveness.
"Just like before." Aztec handed Creeping Hunger to Klein.
The feeling of having a powerhouse backing you sure is great! Klein felt wistful as he sincerely thanked him and wore Creeping Hunger on his left palm.
He thought for a moment and took the initiative to mention, "Mr. Aztec.
"Mr. Aztec, when I passed through the Berserk Sea with the copper whistle you gave me, I kept having the same dream.
"The main body of the dream was a dark and cold mausoleum that went deep underground. There were countless coffins inside, and in the coffins were the dead. Dense white feathers grew out of their backs.
"The feathers were stained with pale yellow oil, and deep in the mausoleum was a black fog that enveloped everything.
"In the dream, you and I were exploring the mausoleum. I don't know what we triggered, but it caused the black fog to emit a wheezing sound as thin illusory black tubes extended out.
"Every time I dream of this, I wake up. This seems to be similar to the byproduct of the Charismatic Order's Artificial Death project."
Klein used the copper whistle's divination into the dream and described it in detail, so as to warn Mr. Aztec not to be careless. After all, dream divination was equivalent to a dream in a certain sense, and Aztec knew that he was a Beyonder of the Seer pathway, so it wasn't strange for him to have such an encounter.
There was only one difference between a revelation obtained from a normal dream and a revelation obtained from a dream divination — passive versus active.
Azik listened quietly without interrupting Klein's description. Finally, he nodded.
Finally, he nodded and said, "This should have something to do with the item that Death left behind in the Berserk Sea.
"From the looks of it, the Charismatic Order's Artificial Death project has made some substantial progress."
Mr. Aztec lives up to being a Death Consul of the Fourth Epoch. He didn't belittle my dream at all … Klein raised his right hand and rubbed his face, transforming into the appearance of German Sparrow.
He then said, "There's only one thing left.
"There's only one preparation left, and that's to confirm that Admiral Hell Ludwell isn't in any danger. There aren't any demigods of the Charismatic Order around him."
As for whether the Murloc Cufflink was still on the ship, Klein didn't mention it. This was because he would make confirmations every few days. He believed that Admiral Hell Ludwell had yet to discover the mystical item, or he had already discovered it but had deliberately not moved it. He was waiting for the crazy adventurer, German Sparrow, to "visit" him and step into the trap.
Aztec calmly replied,
"We can confirm this when we get closer."
"Alright." Klein immediately got Enzo to go to the clothes rack and pull out the gold-inlaid cane.
Seeing that there was nothing else to do, Aztec stretched out his right palm and grabbed Klein's shoulder.
Klein also reached out his right palm and grabbed Enzo's shoulder.
The colors of the surrounding scenery changed once again. The red turned redder, the black turned blacker, and the blue turned bluer. They overlapped each other, but they didn't blend together.
The two men and the marionette began traversing the spirit world. The black gold-inlaid cane flew "ahead," pointing out where Klein's lost Murloc Cufflink was.
Before long, the cane stopped and floated "in midair." Aztec also stopped traversing, but he didn't leave the spirit world.
He seemed to be watching and listening to something. After two or three seconds, he said, "I'm not sure.
After two to three seconds, he said, "There's no problem."
With that said, he led Klein and Klein "walked" out of the spirit world with his marionette.
At the same time, Klein recalled his experience of searching for clues to his memories with Mr. Aztec. Back then, their target was the ancient manual in Vice Admiral Ailment Tracy's hands.
Back then, Aztec had said that it wasn't a problem, but he ended up facing Demoness of Unaging Katarina …
There isn't a problem … Alright, if you say there isn't a problem, then there isn't a problem … As Klein lampooned, he sized up his surroundings.
This was an environment he was rather familiar with. The gigantic ship suffused a dark green color, the ghastly white main sail that had a pitch-black tulip painted on it, and the zombies, skeletons, wraiths, shadows, and other undead creatures that were either controlling the sails, patrolling, or practicing their cannons proved that this was Admiral Hell's flagship, the Black Tulip.
What was different from the last time he saw it was that the Black Tulip had quite a number of living Beyonders.
The captain, Admiral Hell Ludwell, who had a thin rapier by his waist, was wearing a lace-trimmed shirt, a gorgeous coat, a white skull triangular hat, and a silver mask over his face. He was standing at the cabin's entrance, looking over.
Suddenly, the black, square-shaped ring on Ludwell's right hand trembled slightly as a beam of light flashed.
The pale-white flames in the arrogant pirate admiral's eyes clearly wavered before finally shrinking to an extreme.
Right on the heels of that, Ludwell bent his back and, under the stunned, shocked, and lifeless gazes of his crew, he prostrated himself on the ground in front of Aztec Eggers and kissed the deck.
PS: I've been out all day, so I'm short on words. I'll update first.
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