"We are guardians, and we are also a group of poor people who are always fighting against danger and madness." Klein murmured.
This was not the first time he had seen an Extraordinary dying out of control. He had seen Rhyl Bieber and the out-of-control Punisher, but this was the first time he had encountered a teammate losing control and executed him with his own hands.
There had never been a moment before when he understood this sentence so deeply.
He saw that the captain had turned around, his face expressionless, and his gray eyes were no longer deep, but seemed to be closed and became dim.
In the heavy and oppressive silence, the captain commanded in a deep voice:
"You search Old Neil's home carefully and try to find possible clues."
"Okay." Klein's voice became gentle and calm, as if there were many stories buried beneath his emotions. Even he himself was not aware of this sudden change.
Luo Yao, who was a little further away with dark, silky hair, nodded stiffly, walked to Klein's side with heavy steps, bypassed Sealed Artifact 3-0611, and walked straight into the living room.
Klein looked at the backs of his teammates, couldn't help but tightened his hold on the cane in his hand, and took steps to follow.
He searched every room mechanically, like a programmed doll, stubbornly executing the commands at the bottom of his memory.
Finally, Klein discovered something unusual in front of Old Neil's bedroom.
He saw a young "woman" in a red dress trembling and stubbornly guarding the door of the bedroom.
Her figure was transparent and blurry, not real enough, but Klein could actually read a variety of emotions from fear to determination in her eyes.
Klein seemed to realize something and opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. He just leaned down and silently put down the cane in his hand.
The eyes of the young "woman" guarding the door flickered several times, and finally she lowered her raised arm. The figure that she forcibly condensed quickly evaporated, gradually became invisible, and completely disappeared from Klein's eyes.
In the room behind him, there were only some notes scattered on the desk. The notes on them were very scrawled, recording a strange and strange ritual:
"Life is refined."
............
"An angel?"
Alger was trembling all over. As Extraordinaries of the "Sailor" path, they are naturally sensitive to high-level existences - this stems from the fear caused by strong personality differences.
He knew very well that the being in front of him was stronger than all the strong men he had ever seen, even stronger than the "King of the Five Seas" who had been galloping across the oceans for nearly a hundred years!
At this moment, in this dark, hidden alley, he felt that everything he had had become worthless. His experience, his precise plans, all of them, could no longer save him in the face of the absolute gap.
.
Suddenly, he saw the person in front of him who was wearing a gorgeous formal suit and pressed his wrist. An inexplicable courage surged into his heart, and his mobility was restored!
"Why are you tracking down the whereabouts of the 'Tyrant Card'?" Edmund looked at Alger in front of him and asked casually.
‘Tyrant card’? Alger subconsciously repeated this term in his mind.
Am I not tracking down the whereabouts of Qilingos? He looked at the existence that seemed to be an angel in front of him, and with the encouragement of the courage that came from nowhere in his heart, he slowly said all his intentions:
"I was tracking the whereabouts of Qilingos. I heard the news that the captain of the Black Shark Pirates was serving Qilingos and delivering messages for him, so I designed this trap to force him to lose control.
Finally, use the fish-man's meat and deep-sea spices to attract him here, and prepare to deal with him secretly."
Edmund seemed to be interested and asked:
"Then after this, how do you plan to respond to the inquiries from the Church of Storms?"
Alger frowned, but it was quickly smoothed away, and he said without hesitation:
"I will use the explosion to cover up everything. There is no one around here. After I hide his extraordinary characteristics, I will throw his body into the underground drainage pipe, leaving only fragments of the skull. The punishment will not be wasted.
Resources to thoroughly investigate this little guy.”
Didn't the Lord tell him anything? After Edmund secretly confirmed that what Alger said was true, he casually lifted the "guidance" for Alger, and a pleasant thought appeared in his mind.
idea.
A strange smile appeared on his soft and handsome face, and he whispered softly:
"After answering the last question, I can let you go."
Alger, who was originally wondering why he told all his true thoughts, came back to his senses when he heard this sentence. He tried his best to suppress the anxiety in his heart and asked thoughtfully:
"Your Highness, what do you want to know?"
Edmund's smile grew wider, and his deep voice was like a devil's whisper, piercing straight into Alger's mind:
"Have you ever heard of a being called 'The Mystery', or the 'Fool'?"
Alger's thoughts didn't explode. For a moment, he actually wanted to run away at all costs. This was a gaffe when someone peeked into the deepest secret.
Is He the enemy of Mr. Fool? Or is He just looking for Mr. Fool? Several questions quickly flashed through Alger's mind.
He had previously searched for the name 'The Fool' in all the documents he had access to, but found that he could not find even a trace of that existence.
So the being who looks like an angel in front of me must have discovered a connection between himself and Mr. Fool. Was it the mark left on me by the climate bottle?
After thinking for a while, he finally did not make any move. His long-term survival experience made him give up his impulse. After several struggles, he said in a hoarse voice:
"I have heard."
"Hehe, hehe." Edmund in front of him suddenly chuckled a few times, then immediately tightened his expression, and said with a hint of emotion, "You are so honest, where did you hear about this guy?"
Alger buried his head deeply and spoke in a low voice:
"Not long ago, I was summoned by that existence to a mysterious gray fog through an item. He established a party. Since then, I have climbed up the gray fog under the gaze of that person every Monday.
, communicate and gather with several other members.”
Does the Lord want to use this method to increase his hidden influence in reality? Edmund nodded silently, thoughtfully.
After roughly clarifying his thoughts, Edmund stopped pretending and introduced himself succinctly:
"I am the Corruptor under my lord the Fool. You may call me Edmund Jason."
Mister "Fool"'s angel! I actually thought he was just a demigod before... Alger's heart suddenly stirred up a storm - the only ones who can have angels to serve are gods!
He immediately knelt down on one knee and said in a very respectful tone:
"Your Highness Edmund, Alger Wilson, please be punished for the blasphemy you just committed."
Edmund looked at Alger who was bowing respectfully in front of him, put away his previous frivolity, nodded gently and said:
"It would be blasphemous to betray a god even in the face of life-threatening danger, but now you have a chance to make amends."
"I need a spy who can be buried deep within the Church of Storms. This will not conflict with the mission entrusted to you by the Lord, but you may face the wrath of the 'natural disaster' and gain my support to become a demigod.
Door to opportunity.”
"Of course, it all depends on what you think. After all, I can't go overboard and punish a person marked by my Lord."
"If you are willing to make up for this mistake, you can recite my honorable name after making up your mind, and I will tell you the specific method at that time."
"My honorable name is..."
Alger's body was trembling as he knelt low. The excitement from his heart made him want to agree to this God-given opportunity right now. But in the end, his long-term reason defeated his impulse. After several squirms of his lips, he finally agreed.
Not a single syllable was uttered.
Suddenly, a burst of chaotic footsteps reached Alger's ears. He subconsciously looked up, but found that there was no one in front of him, only the fish-man who had been planned out of control and killed by his own hands was left.
The body was lying there quietly.
As soon as he stood up hesitantly, several small wind blades came from nowhere and instantly cut several moderately deep wounds on Alger's body. At a rough look, they looked like they were scratched by the dorsal fins of sea creatures.
Same.
At this time, led by a punisher with an anchor-shaped cyan tattoo on his neck, a group of strong men in navy blue robes quickly poured into the dark alley where Alger was.
The man with the anchor tattoo glanced casually, his gaze paused briefly on the "fish-man" corpse on the ground, then turned his head again, looked at the injured Alger, and asked slightly angrily:
"You killed him directly?"
Alger adjusted his stance and responded calmly:
"In order to prevent him from continuing to hurt innocent people, I suffered too many injuries during the chase. In order to protect myself, I had to kill him directly."
The expression on the punisher's face changed several times, and finally he could only suppress his anger and cursed secretly:
"Asshole, he has clues to find Qilingos!"
"Originally, we could pry open his head and catch the bastard hiding in Backlund earlier. But you guys at sea forced him to lose control in order to grab credit. Now do you want me to ask about a corpse?
"
Alger ignored the other party's reproach and just bowed, saying that he had suffered a lot of injuries and needed to stop the bleeding as soon as possible. Then he walked straight through the team of punishers who had begun to collect the pirate's body, and walked out quickly.
In the dark alley, I never looked back again.
When he returned to the port, he stood on the shore and looked at the "Blue Avenger" half-hidden in the dock from a distance. He felt a little dazed for a moment.
The sea breeze gently blew his dark blue hair, which was as messy as seaweed, and the rough edges on his face softened in the sunlight. He seemed to have returned to his childhood, to the time he spent every evening overlooking the pirate ships on the boulder next to the church.