Daniz looked at his palms, then at the living corpses that were not even ashes left. He patted his head in hindsight and hurriedly chased the passengers who were already in complete confusion.
Damn it, if I lose a few people, how am I going to explain it to that guy Hermann!
Thinking of this, Daniz moved a little faster.
...
A consensus was finally reached on the deck of the North Wind. The "hunters" with extraordinary skills easily eliminated those who opposed their opinions. The sailors on the ship were all injured. Under the supervision of Captain Compaore, the ship slowly started to operate.
Big ship.
In the shadow corner, Klein, who was hiding under the illusion, frowned, and hesitantly moved his left hand away from the "substitute". The "creeping hunger" awakened again and was ready to go.
If they really were allowed to take away the North Wind, I would either choose to jump off the ship and return to the shore to find another way out before they entered the storm, or I would have to find a way to kill all the "hunters", including the captain, and let the sailors take the ship
Drive back.
For a moment, Klein really wanted to rush out and cut off the head of the "hunter" who had reached the critical point of controlling the spiritual body line, but after thinking calmly, his reason stopped his impulse.
Not to mention whether he was sure to kill all the "hunters" in such a small space, even if he succeeded, would those sailors really be willing to risk setting sail or dock again?
Judging from the current situation, any fool knows that parking near the port is the best option.
"Crane Moretti?"
A mellow voice sounded from behind, and Klein, who was startled, reflexively grasped the "Desire of Flow" and turned the dagger into a long blade, slashing at the thin figure behind him.
The long shadow blade sank into the chest of the slender figure and passed through without any hindrance, as if it had struck a phantom.
While surprised by the opponent's strange ability, Klein, who was frustrated in his attack, snapped his fingers without hesitation, and orange-red flames rose from his pocket and engulfed his whole body.
Tristan stared at the orange-red flames, glanced at it without any fluctuation, and Klein was squeezed out of the flames.
"I am also a believer in the Lord, so there is no need to be so nervous."
Tristan helped Klein, who looked astonished, and nodded politely.
Believers of the Lord, believers of “mystery”?
Klein didn't believe it, but he still stopped and waited for the explanation later.
"I am Tristan. I have accepted the Lord's oracle and come to see His Highness the Red Angel. I'm here to see you."
The Red Angel has also come to Banxi?
Klein suddenly frowned and couldn't help but wonder if so many "hunters" gathered here because the Red Angel had exposed her traces, or if her existence itself attracted unnecessary trouble through the Law of Extraordinary Characteristics Gathering.
But these are all things for later, and they are not issues that Klein should worry about. He changed his mind and cleared his mind, pointed behind him, but suddenly froze.
Only now did he realize that he was in an independent space. Although he could still see the outside world, visually, it seemed that there was a layer of frosted glass between the space and reality, distorting the surrounding colors.
"This is the separation space of the 'Mystic Mage' and the high-sequence ability of the 'Apprentice'."
Tristan enthusiastically introduced his abilities, touched the illusory barrier with his right hand, and opened a rippling light door.
He motioned for Klein to follow him and walked out unprepared.
On the deck of the North Wind, all the coerced sailors collapsed to the ground, seemingly falling into a deep sleep. Beside them, pairs of leather boots that had left the deck were hanging, swaying in the wind.
As far as Klein could see, all the "hunters" were hung up by invisible threads. Their eyes were dull and numb, and they all looked at the two men who walked out of the void.
Damn... didn't this gentleman say he was an "apprentice"?
Klein controlled his expression, looking at Tristan with a hint of wariness.
Tristan was a little puzzled by this gaze, but he still patiently explained:
"You should know that adjacent paths are interchangeable among demigod queens, right?"
Klein nodded slightly.
"I was still an 'Mystic Mage' in Sequence 4. Three hundred years ago, I was preparing for the ceremony and jumped to the Sequence 3 'Ancient Scholar' of 'Soothsayer'."
Tristan shook his head, somewhat confused as to what Klein was guarding against.
In his impression, the high-sequence "seer" purges the Beyonders below demigods and turns everyone into secret puppets and hangs them up. It should be a routine operation and belongs to the characteristics of the "sequence".
Don’t today’s young people even know this?
Raising his hands slightly, Tristan controlled his puppets to fall neatly, and then starlight rose from his body, instantly covering all the puppets, and red light spots of different tones flew out from the "hunters".
All flew towards Tristan's open hand.
Klein's mind sank as he looked at this extremely efficient recovery process of extraordinary characteristics.
Preparations for the ceremony began three hundred years ago, and I have never heard of his existence before. Although "Secret" will not take the initiative to introduce her subordinates to me, a dual-path demigod should not have no news at all.
Even Roholid in the Land Abandoned by God prays from time to time. Has he been in the ritual for the past three hundred years, so there is no trace at all?
This is what Crane thinks is the most likely scenario.
In any case, I will be promoted to high-sequence in the future. I will definitely not be as perverted as them. It would be too scary to hang people up... Seeing that the characteristics of the "Hunter" have been almost recovered, Klein suddenly said
:
"Is it difficult to prepare for the 'Ancient Scholar' ritual?"
Tristan, who was calculating his harvest, raised his eyebrows in surprise and asked:
"You want to ask about the specific content of the 'ancient scholar' ceremony?"
Klein's expression did not change after his thoughts were exposed, and he nodded slightly.
"Heh." Tristan smiled, looking a little helpless.
"Rituals involving demigods are of course very difficult, and some conditions are harsh, because many ritual contents are almost impossible to complete before promotion."
"Of course the same is true for 'ancient scholars'. Although the lifespan of demigods will increase, longevity is not the strength of 'divinationists', and the content of the ritual is to be separated from the times for three hundred years, which for many 'conspiracy mages' means'
For the fortune teller's Sequence Four, it is more likely that he will die of old age in the middle of the ceremony and will not be able to wait for promotion."
Three hundred years out of touch with the times?
Klein, who tried hard to control his facial expression, opened his mouth, his eyes full of surprise.
Tristan waved his hand, and the abandoned couples on the boat lined up and jumped into the sea.
"Don't worry, there are actually many ways to extend your life. With the Lord's care, it might not take you three hundred years."
No, I just suddenly realized that I seemed to have completed the "Ancient Scholar" ritual... Klein closed his mouth, cooled his face again, and returned to the Gehrman state.
I have lived from the age of the earth to now... Well, to be precise, my spirit body has lived to this day. Maybe it has been there for tens of thousands of years. It is only three hundred years. Doesn't it mean that there is no need for rituals.
And judging from the historical projection ability and sequence names, the role of "ancient scholar" will most likely involve the mastery of history... Klein thought about the various things in the old world, and suddenly felt that the future was bright.
"Thank you for your help, but I still have to get this boat back to the dock, where there are many innocent passengers."
Just thinking about it for a moment, Klein brushed these irrelevant remarks out of his mind and turned to focus on more important issues.
Tristan looked in the direction he pointed, glanced at the passengers on the shore, and said indifferently:
"No problem, I can help you get out of the storm and get out of here."
"But I suggest you leave here at full speed, otherwise the 'natural disaster' of the Church of Storms will come, and what awaits them is life imprisonment sentenced by the Tribunal."
Ignoring Klein's confusion, Tristan seized the time and the starlight rose up again on his body. The sailors who fell on the ground staggered up under the inner suggestion of the giant, and returned to their respective posts. The North Wind also
He immediately turned around and was quickly pushed to the shore by a strong wind.
After doing all this, Tristan grabbed a piece of letter paper from the air, handed it to Klein and gave the final instructions:
"Get the passengers and leave here as soon as possible. If you encounter any danger, please contact me and I will solve it."
After saying that, the demigod suddenly disappeared and lost his trace.
Klein looked at the letter in his hand and breathed a sigh of relief.
This is the summoning spell of the Messenger.
...
A fire is burning in the open-air camp, which is always guarded.
Derrick Berg looked at the darkness that could not be seen, and clenched the long sword in his hand.
If there are no deviations in the records in ancient documents, they will probably be able to reach the city-state that originally believed in the "God of Mystery" before tomorrow night.
I don't know why, but from the beginning of this exploration, he has always been tortured by inexplicable uneasiness.
Mr. Fool said that we should be careful about the remaining ruins in the city, emphasizing that what we see may not be true... Derrick took a deep breath, trying to calm his heartbeat that was speeding up again.
This reminder reminded him of the several types of monsters he discovered when searching for information after the party.
The abilities of those monsters are very similar to the description of the authority of the "God of Mystery" in the Holy Scriptures. They are all specially marked because they are sufficiently strange, and the notes written in blood on them are "Remember that what you see may not be true."
I wonder if I will encounter those monsters... The resting camp gradually became noisy. Derrick turned and walked back, and was informed that the chief had just ordered to break camp and prepare to march towards the target.
After receiving the order, Derrick looked for his team. As he walked quickly, he was blocked by an exceptionally tall figure.
Colin Yinliat looked at the young man condescendingly, his eyes complicated.
He didn't beat around the bush and asked surprisingly straightforwardly:
"Have you had any revelations lately?"
Derrick looked at the busy gathering of exploration members around him with a surprised look on his face, and licked his lips.
"Well, what you see may not be true, so be careful of the ruins."
Be careful with the ruins... Colin nodded calmly, without making any comments, but patted Derrick on the shoulder.
"You come with me when we explore."
...
After a lot of wind and rain, the North Wind passed through the storm without any danger. The surviving sailors kissed the deck and praised the storm. The passengers hiding in the cabin also shed tears and lamented their good lives.
It seemed that everyone had forgotten that there was an adventurer protecting themselves on the shore, and even everything that had just happened.
In the first-class guest room, Daniz, who had changed into a sailor's linen shirt, was confused when he heard the sighs and cries everywhere.
"Why are these guys so lucky to be out of the storm? Have they forgotten what just happened?"
Klein, who was sitting at the table silently treating his burns, glanced at it and explained succinctly:
"They had their memories wiped."
"That's right, it's not a good thing for ordinary people to know too much about the extraordinary." The famous pirate nodded approvingly, and only suddenly came to his senses when he sat down on the chair.
"Wait, they were clearly remembered, what did you do?"
His eyes were wide open and he didn't know what he was doing with his hands.
"By the way, where are those 'hunters'? Where have they gone?"
Danitz, who was suddenly rescued just now, was only focused on escaping for his life. He couldn't care less about this. He thought that Herman had taken back the passenger ship. Only now that he was free did he realize that something was wrong.
Klein, who covered his bandaged body with a coat, turned sideways and looked at Daniz with cold eyes. His cold eyes made the pirate swallow the words he had not finished.
Klein looked at him for a while, stood up straight and said:
"How long until we get to Bayam."
Daniz, who kept silent, glanced at the not-so-calm sea and made some calculations.
"About four days, the wind is favorable now, and after passing the island...those sailors thought that after experiencing the storm, they would definitely not dock casually again, and sail to Bayam at full speed, which would be faster than planned."
Four days?
Klein's expression remained unchanged, but he counted the time in his mind.
In other words, I will host a Tarot session on the ship, but the characteristics of the fallen bishop are still in my hands. Although Tristan said that the changes in the center of Bansi Island are enough to cover up the traces of the North Wind, with such a
Despite the characteristics of an official extraordinary person, it is still easy for things to go wrong.
And... there is no room for long-term solitude on the ship. I can't stay in the bathroom for half an hour, right?
This is too weird!
Thinking of this, Klein suddenly glanced at Daniz, staring closely at the famous pirate with an innocent face.
He thought about it and said, "I need to rest these days and I don't want anyone to disturb me."
Danitz was stunned by the knife-like gaze, and nodded repeatedly:
"No problem, I can go to the deck while you rest, just to see if there are any other dangers."
"You know, there are quite a lot of pirates around here. As long as I'm here, those small pirate groups won't dare to approach."
Very good, the biggest problem is solved... Klein nodded and withdrew his gaze with satisfaction.
...
Backlund Bridge area, inside the billiards hall of Brave Bar.
Maric, who came back from outside with a telegram, closed the door and said to the air on the high stool:
"There's good news."
Sharon, whose eyes were stained with blood red, appeared, sitting on a high stool, and nodded slightly.
"The news that was released before has been answered. Apart from us, there are other 'temperance factions' who have fled to Loen, although there are not many left."
There was a rare arc in the corner of Maric's mouth, and there was no longer lingering malice in his eyes.
"And the official has finally disclosed some details of the great smog. If the news is correct, Jacks has been killed. The indulgent faction has no spare power to hunt us down in a short time. This is our opportunity to unite those compatriots."