Forget about the gift," Alger smiled. "Why not just treat this meeting as a gift? Even if you don't need my thanks, I still have to thank you for not taking advantage of my misfortune."
:
"Haha," Draculas smiled, "I have been in the pirate circle for more than ten years, and I have a pretty good idea of the major players."
"Among all this, what I least want is to provoke the Church of Storms," he pointed to the sky, "Isn't the honorific title of the Lord of Storms clearly stated? The King of the Sky, the Emperor of the Sea."
"After all, I am a pirate living on the five seas. If I can, the last thing I want to do is challenge the Storm Church that manages the five seas on behalf of the [Emperor of the Sea]."Chapter 96: Whispering
"Is that so?" Alger exclaimed, "Then I really have benefited from the Lord's power."
"But speaking of which, Viscount Gunok, what are you doing in the waters off Loen?" he asked curiously. "As far as I know, you usually hang out in the Misty Sea and West Balam?"
As far as Alger knew, Draculas Gunok was usually active in the southern continent. He was keen on hunting down the artificial vampires in the southern continent and often went deep into the foggy sea to explore unknown areas.
However, unlike Vice Admiral Iceberg who is also keen on exploration, Draculas often intervenes in the affairs of the pirates and always leaves as a winner.
Because of this, Alger was quite interested in his coming to the coast of Loen.
"I have some personal matters to attend to. I need to go to Backlund," he said calmly. "I think it won't be long before I can return to the sea."
"Backlund," Alger thought thoughtfully, "I heard that the situation in Backlund has been quite tense recently."
"Yes, I have also received relevant intelligence," Draculas nodded, "The three major churches, MI9 and the royal family are all extremely nervous, as if they are walking on a tightrope, afraid that the slightest accident will make them fall."
"But what kind of accident are they guarding against?" Draculas stroked his chin. "That's Backlund. What kind of accident could shake the capital of a country?"
"That's a lot. There were several last year alone," he counted on his fingers, "Duke Negan's assassination, the great smog... and a series of vicious cases before that. There are many."
"Who knows how many surprises there will be this year?"
"I noticed something unexpected," Will Ausetin, wrapped in silver silk in a black baby carriage, announced in the bathroom of the night dance party, "the river of fate in the Backlund region is experiencing strange fluctuations."
"I thought you would be the center of the fluctuation as usual, but this time it is not the case. Although you are inevitably involved in the fluctuation of fate."
"The fluctuation of fate?" Klein frowned and looked at the baby in the mirror. "Could it be Ouroboros who did it? Maybe He hasn't gone far yet?"
"No," Will Ausetin shook his head with certainty, "It has nothing to do with Ouroboros. The styles don't match. I know exactly how He will shake fate."
"This fluctuation is mixed with the power of [Destiny]," His tone was a little strange, "but it is just a mixture, not the main force. It is more like the aftereffect of the predetermined destiny being broken?"
"Whose destiny?" Klein asked, "And who planned the destiny?"
"Who planned the destiny? It's better for you to know less about this kind of thing for the time being," Will smiled, "As for whose destiny it is..."
"Of course, the one you mentioned, Voisin Sanson
Ah, especially his daughter who was a prostitute. In short, the fate of their family was broken."
"This is a good thing for everyone. After all, no matter whether it is the Seven Gods of the Star Realm or the hidden evil god, no one likes the guy who plans destiny."
"Then who is the main force causing the fluctuations in fate?" Klein asked, "You said that the power of [Fate] is just mixed in. In other words, there must be a main force causing the fluctuations in fate."
"There is indeed a main force, but the other party concealed it.
"It's very good. I can't see the details," Will shook his head with some regret, "but you can still take a look at the general idea."
"I saw that fate leads to Sequence 0. Without a doubt, a certain existence is seeking the status of a true God. How enviable..." He sighed, "The center of the fluctuation of fate points to the thief girl and the sewer of this street."
"Hazel? Sewers?" Klein couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed. "Are there so many strange things in Backlund's sewers?"
"Isn't it?" Will said with a smile.
Last year, Lanevus used the power of the True Creator to pollute a lot of sewers.
Animals, which were only recently cleaned up."
"Just be content, Backlund's underground
It can be considered very clean. If you have the opportunity someday, you can go to Trier's underground to have a look. There are all kinds of things underground there."
دthat even if the [Eternal Blazing Sun] descends in person, he may not be able to solve them."
"Is it that exaggerated?" Klein raised his eyelids. "Never mind. I'm not interested in Trier for now. Let's talk about something else."
"For example, if you need anything
"The ice cream is indeed a little sweet... After seeing off all the guests, Klein tasted a cone of ice cream by himself. "But it still tastes good."
"Sir, if you don't mind, can I take the extra ice cream home?" a maid asked. "My daughter loves ice cream."
"No problem," Klein smiled. "I can already imagine your daughter's expression when she eats this delicious ice cream. With the level of my pastry chef, even an angel would praise the deliciousness of the ice cream."
"Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Dantes," the maid bowed and hurriedly left with the extra ice cream.
Watching this scene, Klein couldn't help but think of an article he had read in his previous life. He had forgotten whether the article was in a textbook or on a test paper.
The article was about a poor man who was hit and killed by a carriage in a wealthy area. That night, not far from where he was hit and killed, a noble family was holding a party without any concern.
The poor man was the main labor force of his family. Without him, the family would have no food to eat.
The noble girl's daughter was a good person. She felt that the family shouldn't hold a big party under such circumstances. The noble girl's mother also felt guilty after the party, so she asked her daughter to give the leftover food to the poor family.
But the girl felt that this was still inappropriate because they were giving their leftover food to the poor.
There is no doubt that this wealthy family should not hold a big party when someone has died or is holding a funeral nearby. This is absolutely wrong behavior, but what impressed him more was the girl's behavior.
Klein remembered that his answer to the question was: The girl was right. The noble family gave away their leftovers to the poor, which was an insult to the poor.
But the teacher denied his answer, because there is a difference between leftovers and food thrown away. Food is leftovers if you only take a bite and throw it away. Food is also leftovers if you prepare too much and don't finish it. There is a world of difference between the former and the latter.
Klein was confused about this for a long time. He really didn't expect that he would actually see a scene so similar to the one he got the question in this strange world.
"Is it an insult to the poor if I allow my maid to take extra ice cream home?" Klein thought uncontrollably. "I still can't figure out the answer to that question."
"But... those ice creams are not garbage from any angle, right?" Klein was still struggling. "Those ice creams are fresh out of the oven, very fresh, much better than the ones I bought in the supermarket freezer in my previous life.
'But those ice creams are leftovers by definition. Even though no one has eaten them, they are still donated like this...
'Alas... both sides seem to make sense, and yet none of them seem to make sense. I don't think I'll ever be able to solve that problem in my lifetime...
Klein returned to his room while thinking about this. He looked at the crimson moon in the sky out of boredom, as if he could see the face of the goddess of night from the crimson moon.
"Honakis...Fregera...
"Honakis...Fregera...Honakis...Fregera..."
Suddenly, the whispering sound came from my ear, distant and clear, but this time, it was not accompanied by the kind of madness that makes people lose control, but instead there was a strange sense of tranquility.
quiet.
Hearing this strange yet familiar mumbling, Klein frowned and looked towards the west in confusion, toward the direction of the Hornachis Mountains that were so far away that they could not be seen at all.
"It's the same mumbling again... And this time, I didn't hear it when I was promoted...
"Did something happen?" Klein murmured, "Or did nothing happen?"
Chapter 97: What's Behind Chanis's Door
"Honakis...Fregera..."
St. Samuel's Church, behind Chanis Gate, third floor.
Archbishop Saint Anthony of the Night tried his best to maintain the dream of Sequence 3, and tried his best to cooperate with the two Level 1 seals to suppress the terrifying Level 0 seal.
But even so, he still couldn't stop 0-18 from opening his empty eyes.
"Honakis...Fregera..."
Anthony looked behind him and saw that the Antigonus Family Notebook was speaking strange mumblings. Every time the mumblings were spoken, 0-18's eyes would open a little, as if responding to the call of the note.
The dreams began to be suppressed, and even more terrifying dreams began to suppress Anthony's dreams. In front of 0-18, even the dreams at the level of Sequence 3 were still riddled with holes. The terrifying aura from the superiors suppressed Anthony so much that he couldn't even breathe.
Anthony was very familiar with this kind of oppression. This was the oppression of the angels of the night on the lower beings. Anthony had felt a similar oppression from the Pope countless times!
If it weren't for the two level 1 seals, Anthony would have been defeated long ago. He could only watch helplessly as the level 0 seal regained its freedom and easily killed him.
"Honakis... Frey... Frey
"F#¥....&Le@*.....*&%
Suddenly, the whispers emanating from the Antigonus Family Notebook began to become confused and gradually weakened, as if they were disturbed by some existence and concealed by someone.
As the whispers weakened, the 0-18 recovery slowed down significantly, and Anthony's pressure suddenly dropped. After more than ten minutes, he finally succeeded in suppressing the containment of the seal.
"call----"
Archbishop Anthony wiped his sweat.
Only then did he realize that his robe was already soaked with cold sweat. He couldn't help but turn his head to look at the "Antigonus Family Notebooks" lying obediently on the bookshelf.
Next to the notebook was 2-049, the [Antigonus Family Puppet], which had broken the seal. At this moment, the puppet was kneeling in front of the notebook, as if worshiping a god.
"I have to send a telegram to the church," Anthony picked up 2-049 and walked down the stairs while holding his aching head. "This notebook must be stored in another place."
"This notebook and 0-18 will obviously have a chain reaction. If it continues to riot for a little longer, I will be completely unable to hold on...
As he was thinking, Anthony's figure disappeared on the stairs on the third floor of Chanis Gate. Because of this, he did not notice any details.
After his figure completely disappeared, the "Antigonus Family Notebook" quietly opened, automatically turned the pages, and soon stopped at a certain page.
If the last descendant of the Antigonus family, Riel Bibb, were still alive, he would certainly recognize that this page was the one that recorded the ancient secret method.
Back when he was in Tingen, Riel Biber used the secret method recorded on this page, using the Antigonus Family Notes as a medium to absorb the inheritance from his ancestors, and ascended to the sky in one step, directly becoming a High Sequence Powerhouse!!
However, this page now has a little more content than what Riel Bieber saw at that time.
"Old man, something seems to be wrong with Chanis." Leonard lowered his voice, "What happened?"
"How would I know?" Pales replied unhappily, "I'm not an angel from the Reader Path who knows everything."
"In any case, safety comes first. When you apply for a Sealed Artifact, it's best not to go in person. Just ask someone to get it for you."
"By the way, old man, I have a question for a long time," Leonard asked curiously, "You have been saying that you are in a very weak state and need to absorb more Beyonder Characteristics to recover."
"Why must we absorb more extraordinary
You can only recover the characteristics? What if, I mean what if, all the characteristics of the [Thief], [Apprentice], and [Fortune Teller] paths in this world are all taken away by thatIf you swallow Amon, won't you remain weak forever?"
"How can it be forever?" Pales immediately refuted, "Even if there are no more Beyonders in the world except me, as long as there are still living people, I can still recover to my prime."
"The reason why I am weak is essentially because I need to use a lot of my strength to suppress the loss of control. My spiritual power has been lost a lot due to my injuries, and the recovered power must also be used to suppress the loss of control. As a result, the income is not enough to cover the expenditure, which is why I have been weak all the time."
"Angels are far more powerful than saints. Because of this, if I want to fully recover, I must accumulate a large amount of strength, which will take a long time to complete. Based on this, [Parasite] has a certain advantage."
"We can parasitize the host and absorb the host's spirituality to restore ourselves, but due to the problem of the proximity of extraordinary paths, once we parasitize an extraordinary person from a non-adjacent path, we must spend extra energy and time to transform the absorbed spirituality."
"In this way, although it can still recover faster, it is still far behind the Beyonders who parasitize the same or adjacent pathways."
"Is that so?" Leonard smiled. "It's really unfair for you to choose me, a Beyonder who follows the Path of Darkness."
"That's good to know." Pales said and fell silent.
"Leonard," Daly said out of nowhere, "News from Azik Eggers."
As she spoke, Daley took out a report.
"West Balam's intelligence personnel witnessed Azik Eggers boarding a cruise ship heading to the Polar Sea... Daly glanced at Leonard meaningfully as she read.
"And he was wearing the same mask as Count Wolfe's."
"What is the Son of Death doing in the polar sea?" Leonard asked doubtfully, but the parasite in his head did not respond.
"What did the archbishop say?" Seeing that Pales did not answer, Leonard had to follow the rules. "What should we do in response?"
"Your Excellency the Archbishop doesn't know why the Son of Death wants to go to the Polar Sea," Daly shrugged. "It is said that the Archbishop asked the Pope for permission."
"To be honest, I personally am a little confused," Daly continued, "Why would He take a cruise?"
"We, the Beyonders of the Death God Path, can recruit messengers at Sequence 6, and when we reach Demigod, we can travel through the spirit world. If that's the case, why does He still use a slow way of travel like a cruise ship?"
"That's not something we can know," Leonard shook his head, "and certainly not something I can know."
The implication is that Pales does not intend to respond to this.
"Okay," Daly sighed, "Anyway, let's just take it one step at a time."
At this moment, a voice was heard in the church, attracting the attention of the two people.
"Extra Edition!! Extra Edition!!" a newsboy shouted, "The serial killer appears again!!"Chapter 98 Together again
Inside a brothel in Backlund.
This place has been burned into a mess by sulfur fire, and there are traces of explosions everywhere.
Beth grabbed a beautiful woman by the neck and lifted her up, and no matter how she struggled, it was useless.
"What's the matter, whore?" He sneered, "Have you run out of mirror substitutes?"
"This is how we deal with you witches," he said as a blue fireball condensed in his hand, "Use area attacks so that even your substitutes can't block it completely!!"
After saying this, he stuffed the sulfur fireball in his hand directly into
It reached the belly of the [Pleasure Witch] and blew her away directly. Just as Beth expected, the witch's mirror substitute had been used up.
"Um......" the witch spat out blood, lay down in a mess, raised her head, "Why...
"Tell me," Beth walked over and squatted in front of the witch, "What is the witch sect cooperating with the Loen people on?"
"I don't know......." She said tremblingly, "How... could I know......."
"Very good," Beth knocked the witch unconscious with a knife, "but considering that you might be lying, I have to wait until I communicate with you to confirm it."
At this moment, Beth's sense of danger began to sound a strong alarm, and an angry Mechanical Heart captain immediately appeared in his field of vision, and this captain was accompanied by the entire Mechanical Heart team.
Seeing that things were not going well, he took out the ominous magical item in his hand, turned into a dark shadow, wrapped the witch in it, and left.
A minute later, the Mechanical Heart team broke into the house, but saw only the devastated brothel and the corpses of prostitutes.
"It's that murderer again!!" The captain was obviously annoyed. "You, go back and report to the Lord!"
Teach us, we will stay on site to investigate!!"
Obviously, they found nothing until Deacon Ikanser brought Arrodes here.
"Respected Arrodes," Ikanser asked, "My question is, where is the demon who blew up this place now?"
The mirror of the magic mirror Arrodes flickered, showing a blurry picture. Because the picture was too blurry, apart from seeing the general outline of the demon, it was impossible to find out where it went. "
Let's skip the boring dirty joke question and answer session and move straight to the next question.
"Respected Arrodes," Deacon Ikanser, who was struck by lightning and burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, continued to ask
"My question is, what method did the demon we just mentioned use to interfere with your spying?"
"That demon holds the True Creator
"The umbilical cord of the Son of God," Arrodes said very straightforwardly this time, "This umbilical cord once belonged to Ince Zangwill."
"According to the principle of equal exchange, you should also answer a question for me...
There was another flash of lightning and a scream in the sky outside the brothel, and then everything fell silent again.
"As you wish, Mr. Ambassador," Beth Ann
Drerard threw the miserable witch in front of Ambassador Kneo, "The witch you want."
"I visited several brothels to find her," Beth shook her head self-deprecatingly. "You know, I don't like women very much."
"A demon is not interested in women? Am I kidding?" Kneo looked at the witch on the ground, then at Beth. "Isn't the Sequence 5 of your path called [Apostle of Desire]?"
"There are many kinds of desire," Beth had anticipated this question, "I happen to be the type who has no interest in lust."
"Compared to the lust of men and women, I am more
I like the pleasure brought by killing and bloodshed," he raised his head and closed his eyes in ecstasy, "and the quicker the killing, the more wonderful it is."
"Strange demon," Kneo shook his head.
"Never mind, you start communicating with the spirit, I'll
Watch here. "
After a few minutes.
"This guy didn't lie, she really is against the devil
The female cult's grand plan is unknown to you," Kneo said after the spiritual attack. "You'll have to find another one.the spirit finished, he said, "It seems you still need to find another target."
"I'll do it," said Bess, grinning, "in between my visits to Lord Stratford."
"Don't underestimate that Viscount. He should have the strength of a Sequence 5," Kneo warned. "Don't rush things."
"No problem," Beth smiled, turned into a shadow again, and disappeared in the embassy.
Kneo glanced at the sky outside the window, then looked at his desk, and waited for a few minutes before speaking again.
"Come in."
Following his instructions, the door creaked open and a man in a white robe walked in.
"Mr. Ambassador," the man said, "We really shouldn't continue to cooperate with that filthy devil. Something bad will happen sooner or later!!"
"It doesn't matter," Kneo waved his hand, "You should change the habits you inherited from the Church of the Eternal Sun, my dear deputy. Sometimes, even if you know that the other party is a dirty thing, you still have to accept it."
"Let's not talk about him for now," Kneo's mood suddenly changed, becoming anxious and worried, "I received a telegram. My niece has returned to Trier, right?"
"That's right, Mr. Ambassador," said the deputy of the Sun Path, "I have inquired from many sources. Miss Elaine has escaped from Vice Admiral Disease and returned to Trier."
"That's good, that's good...Keneo rubbed his red hair with some regret, "I really shouldn't have recommended her to be a sea merchant. If she had stayed on land, she wouldn't have been captured by [Lieutenant General Disease]
"Such a good girl, why did she have to have a useless father like my brother who has no ambition and only cares about pleasure...
At midnight, Emlyn walked across the ground of the East District with "Lemanno's Travel Notes" in his hand, slowly approaching the residence of the followers of the Original Moon.
He should have done this a long time ago. If it weren't for the official Beyonders keeping a close eye on him, he would have started hunting a long time ago and wouldn't have had to delay it for another week.
"Those annoying official Beyonders have finally stopped staring at me," he breathed a sigh of relief, "They finally know that they have more important things to do."
"It's been delayed for so long, I don't know if those original moon believers have moved away..."
He got the original moon as early as Monday
The believer's location, it was not until the early hours of Sunday morning, no, to be precise, a week had passed before he started hunting.
"Forget it," he sighed resignedly.
"I'd better continue hunting."
Emlyn continued walking, bypassing one street after another, and soon approached White Whale Street, where Galis Kevin, a primitive moon believer, lived.
Just as Emlyn was about to turn into White Whale Street, a loud noise caught his attention.
"...He is greater than the gods. Not even death can stop him," a man said to a large group of people in front of him. "He will return. Not even death can stop him."
"His wife will be the first in his resurrection.
The great mistress, Matilda Gufstadt, will be resurrected before him."
"When Madam Matilda is resurrected, the emperor's iron hoof will return again, and his glory will spread all over the world!!"
"When the time comes, the Emperor will reward him.
For every follower of his, he will prepare mountains of gold as a gift to every believer!!"
Emlyn, who was standing still, was confused, but he still understood.
This person is promoting the return of Emperor Roselle.
Alive!! And the emperor's wife, Matilda, will be resurrected before the emperor!!
"What is this?" Emlyn shook his head.
He ignored this group of people and continued to go to Bai
Whale Street.