Charve didn't notice the change in Alger's eyes as he pointed at one of the Primordial Moon believers that was being "cremated."
"That cane of his was also taken from me. It's called Word of the Sea. It can release lightning at a target, and when it's brandished, it will be augmented with wind blades. Apart from that, it can also create large water spheres and corrosive rainwater. It makes the wielder no longer need to fear the pressure of the deep sea, allowing them to freely absorb oxygen from the water. At the same time, it can also be used as a wand to carry people in flight.
"There are three negative effects. First, it likes to sing. Every six hours, it will definitely sing a song, and the effects won't differentiate between friend and foe. It varies depending on the style of the song chosen. At times, it will make people lose their minds, and at other times, it will cause irritation and reduce one's rationality. Of course, even if it's less than six hours, as long as you wish for it, it will be happy to sing.
"Second, from what I just said, it can be seen that it has a certain living characteristic. Furthermore, it's one with a rather bad personality. It likes to trip the wielder when they aren't paying attention, whip them, and drag them down the stairs.
"Third, it will cause the wielder to be easily struck by lightning. Therefore, during thunderstorms, it's either not to go out or not to bring it along."
This is a Sealed Artifact created from German Sparrow's Ocean Songster Beyonder characteristic. If he were to know that you had already made it, but allowed the Primordial Moon believers to take it away, you would definitely be sold to someone in need, in the form of a Beyonder characteristic … Alger looked towards the dining table and saw a black cane with silver inlaid in it.
From what he knew, regardless of the negative effects, a mystical item with living characteristics was considered a Sealed Artifact. This was because it meant unpredictable danger.
Seeing that Cattleya and her companions didn't say that it was over, Charve had no choice but to continue taking out mystical items with a bitter expression.
"This short knife is called Blade of Poison. The effects are obvious from the name. There's no need for me to describe it further, right?
"Sigh, it can add a random poison to every damage. As for what it is, it's purely up to luck.
"Its negative effects aren't that great. It will only cause medical treatment to fail and accumulate the feeling of being drunk."
Charve introduced a few mystical items before he finally heard Cattleya say, "Very good.
"Very well, I'll leave the rest to you."
Phew … Not bad. She left three for me … Not only did Charve not feel any resentment, he even sincerely felt that Admiral of Stars was truly a good person. It was as though he had contracted a mental illness.
Cattleya then turned to look at The Hanging Man.
"You pick first."
She knew that The World's German Sparrow had a mystical item being made at the Artisan's place, so she got The Hanging Man to first pick out the crazy adventurer's.
Alger nodded and took the Word of the Sea and the Gargoyle Glasses. He then indicated that the rest were his spoils of war.
Cattleya thought for a moment.
"Pick another one. The rest are mine."
She wasn't too interested in the remaining mystical items. This was because she already had two rather powerful items that matched her status. Later on, she had obtained the Judge's Button and the Scales of Luck, so she no longer had any shortcomings. Under such circumstances, considering the stacking of the negative effects, she wouldn't take a second look or make a switch unless it was a very useful or special item.
Of course, as a pirate admiral, she would never find having too many mystical items. After all, a portion of them had to be handed to the Moses Ascetic Order, and the rest had to be rewarded to her crew.
Alger fell silent for a moment. Based on the items he already had and his Beyonder powers, he chose the Blade of Poison.
Admiral of Stars Cattleya immediately instructed Bloodless Heath Doyle to move the mystical items that Artisan Charve had placed on the ground, as well as the remnants of the few Primordial Moon believers, out of the house.
Then, she looked at the Artisan again. Her purplish-tinted eyes reflected the Artisan's figure.
"Why would the Primordial Moon believers want to control you?"
Charve's eyes shimmered.
"Isn't it a very simple and intuitive matter? They want me to create mystical items for them … "
Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly felt his heart skip a beat when he saw the indifferent purple eyes looking at him.
He hurriedly added, "They seem to have some plan that requires the Artisan's help. As for what it is, I'm not sure since it hasn't begun yet."
Cattleya retracted her gaze as though in thought. She exchanged a look with The Hanging Man and nodded.
They decided not to take the Artisan away today and leave him here to see what would happen next.
This also meant that they hoped to figure out the plans of the Primordial Moon believers through monitoring the Artisan.
In fact, to The Hermit and The Hanging Man, what the Primordial Moon believers were plotting wasn't something they were too concerned about. It was just that one of them could use this opportunity to communicate with Queen Mystic and provide some of the latter's decisions in the Beyonder World as a reference. The other could use this matter to exchange for contributions from the Church. Therefore, they instantly came to an agreement and prepared to conduct an in-depth investigation.
Of course, The Hanging Man Alger always believed in a certain principle:
The more information one had, the more benefits one could obtain from various matters!
After a brief silence, Cattleya said to Charve without any change in her tone, "Since you're already a believer of the Primordial Moon, there's no benefit in taking you away."
"Since you're already a believer of the Primordial Moon, taking you away won't benefit me in any way."
Charve nodded immediately, indicating that she was right.
Cattleya paused for a moment before changing the topic.
"However, I wish to establish a long-term cooperative relationship with you. Therefore, I need a few drops of your blood. This can help me find you at any time."
Charve's face was immediately filled with bitterness. His mouth quivered a few times, but he couldn't say a word of rejection.
Phew … He suddenly exhaled.
"Alright."
With that said, he picked up a paper knife beside him and sliced his forearm. A few drops of blood seeped out.
Cattleya immediately raised her right arm and gently raised her palm, allowing the drops of blood to float up and fly towards her.
After observing the blood in her palm, the pirate admiral suddenly said, "What's your surname?"
"June," Charve replied reflexively.
Cattleya didn't say a word as she turned around and walked out the door. The Hanging Man Alger followed closely behind.
The room quickly turned silent. Charve found a sofa and sat down. He didn't move for a long time, as though he was still immersed in his previous encounter.
The room quickly turned silent. Cielf found a sofa and sat down. He didn't move for a long time, as though he was still immersed in his previous encounter, unable to snap out of it.
The room quickly turned silent. Charve found a sofa and sat down. There was no movement for a long time, as though he was still immersed in his previous encounter.
Nearly ten minutes later, he suddenly sat up straight and took out a miniature humanoid figurine from his inner pocket.
Cielf hurriedly used a handkerchief to wipe the statue's face clean. Then, he heaved a long sigh of relief and curled the corners of his lips.
Thankfully, I have this Destiny Puppet …
Hmph, I want to see how you'll find me through those drops of blood. Don't even think of cursing me!
In the Bayam slums, on a street without street lamps.
The masked and hooded Alger looked at The Hermit beside him and said with a hoarse voice, "After Charve escaped from the Church of Steam and Steam, he has been living peacefully to this day.
"After Cielf escaped from the Church of Steam, he has been living peacefully until now. This means that he's not an idiot. For him to give the blood to you so easily without putting up any resistance, he should have a way to avoid being tracked.
"Besides, he didn't mention how he was found by the Primordial Moon believers."
Normally speaking, those believers would definitely trace the source of the Werewolf Beyonder characteristic, but Charve hadn't warned Alger previously.
As Cattleya took out a pair of heavy glasses and placed them on the bridge of her nose, she said without any change in tone,
"This isn't for tracking."
Alger nodded, deep in thought. He said goodbye and turned into another quiet and dark alley.
He took several detours and found an opportunity to remove his disguise. Then, he left Bayam for the Resistance's private harbor and boarded the Blue Avenger.
His crew, who had expended all the energy and money which they had accumulated during the last few days, were now lying quietly on board, waiting to set sail.
Seeing him return, one of the sailors quickly stood up and asked with a smile,
"Captain, have you had dinner?"
"Not yet. Prepare something simple for me." Alger didn't have time to fill his stomach because of the operation.
The sailor who was also a chef immediately replied, "Alright.
"Alright, we got some fresh mushrooms from the jungle today. How about frying them with butter for you?"
"…" Alger's face twitched slightly as he shook his head with a normal expression.
"Just fry a steak. Medium rare. Yes, medium well."
…
East Balam, in the periphery of the forest.
Klein, who was with his two marionettes, wasn't in a rush to leave. He entered the city and planned on getting some dye to disguise Admiral Hell Ludwell's mask.
And before that, he had something else to do.
That was to seek help in exploring Calderón City's periphery!
Klein had never been a lone wolf. It was even more so when faced with danger. Therefore, unless he had no other choice, he would definitely share the coordinates and pay a price to invite powerhouses to help him. He wouldn't rashly enter alone.
To him, being able to obtain the ingredients he wanted alive was of utmost importance!
If it wasn't for the fact that it's impossible, I even wish to wait another week or two. I'll carry a baby or push a pram to Calderón City … Klein sighed inwardly as he took out his adventurer's harmonica and blew into it.
Without a sound, Miss Messenger Reinette Tinekerr walked out of the void with four heads in hand.
Klein deliberated over his words and said, "I've been planning on exploring Calderón City recently.
"I recently wish to explore Calderón City. Yes, I've already obtained its spirit world coordinates. I wonder if I can hire your help? What's the price? "
Reinette Tinekerr's four blonde, red-eyed heads opened their mouths one after another.
"No …" "I …" "Can't …" "Enter."
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