In the early morning, the sky is slightly bright, and the corner alley is mostly quiet and dark.
With the help of "the desire to lurk", Klein merged into the shadows and walked quickly. He felt that the surroundings were gray and black and transparent, and reality was withdrawn from the mold lake, filled with murky whispers coming from the farthest reaches of the earth's center.
These obscure languages were like a thorn, constantly intruding on Klein's nerves, as if a giant creature was crawling beside him, telling him the remains of ancient times.
Klein listened to the incomprehensible language and tilted his head slightly.
The blessing of Antigonus suppresses the influence of the extraordinary characteristics of "Wandering Desire", that is, the spiritual imprint of the "Apostle of Desire"... So where do these ravings come from?
Could it be that after being made into a weapon, Extraordinary characteristics can still feed back the influence from the top of the sequence, just like the murmurs heard when Extraordinaries are promoted and are on the verge of losing control?
The chaotic ancient sounds in his mind became more and more harsh. Klein frowned and decisively left the shadow state. A thin black figure walked out of the corner of the alley, and his cold and determined face quickly squirmed and became featureless.
The gentleman in black checked the direction, pressed his top hat with his palm, and walked into another street.
On the wide Haiphong Road, horse-drawn carriages with patterns of storms and waves galloped past.
...
In the alley where the battle just took place, Cordoba Roye, the captain of the Rhoside Islands Punishers team, looked at the mess on the ground with an ugly expression on his face.
After looking at the team members who were inspecting the scene, Cordoba, a deacon, calmed down his emotions and asked in a deep voice:
"Intis?"
This was the most important thing to him, to the diocese, and to the entire colonial government.
The "keeper of knowledge" who was responsible for restoring the clues shook his head and did not rush to speak. He stared at the slush and ashes in his hand for a while before confirming:
"It's hard to confirm. It contains the remnants of too many extraordinary abilities, and the span is very wide. From the 'sun' and 'hunter' controlled by Intis to the 'demon' and the 'psychiatrist', it's hard to determine which force it is. made."
Observing the deacon's face, the "Keeper of Knowledge" paused and said carefully:
"After all, we have to consider the existence of sealed objects and medium-to-high quality spells."
As he said that, he glanced sideways at the charred corpses on the ground that looked unrecognizable from their original appearance, nodded, and suppressed words that were not suitable for this occasion.
Cordoba nodded slightly. Although his subordinate did not finish his sentence, he knew very well that pirates with extraordinary abilities at sea had various ways, and many of them had deep or shallow connections with the government or secret organizations. From this point of view alone , it is difficult to characterize the incident as an infiltration by foreign forces and a terrorist attack. Instead, it is more like a revenge conflict between pirates.
After all, although there are few pirates who have the ability to mobilize multiple channels, it is not impossible. At least the so-called four kings and seven generals have such strength.
Moreover, judging from the preliminary judgment of the autopsy, this conflict involved "Admiral Blood" Second Officer "Steel" McVitie, and he himself was already lying on the ground.
The recent attitude of the Kingdom and the Church is to seek stability as much as possible and not to expand the impact of the Mohu incident... In an instant, Cordoba set the tone for the scene.
"The 'Blood Admiral' had a conflict with unknown pirates. They must be after the Death God documents."
"These bastards, I will report it to the archbishop immediately. Now seal this place and don't allow anyone to get close. If any natives behave abnormally, we will kill them without mercy!"
Cordoba waved his arm very boldly, which caused a faint excited response from all the punishers.
The indigenous people and the Poseidon Church were too rampant, so this was a good opportunity to attack them... Looking at his subordinates who were moving, Cordoba nodded with satisfaction.
...
The place abandoned by God, a temporary camp established in Silver City.
The bonfire burning the wood pile made a crackling noise. Colin Yinliat, the chief of Silver City, stood on the edge of the camp, looking across the darkness at the compatriots resting around the bonfire.
After watching for a while, the silver-haired old man turned around and said:
"Do you have any idea?"
Derrick's throat moved as he had been preparing for a long time. Just when he was about to speak, his expression suddenly turned strange and he suddenly fell silent.
"What's wrong?" Colin's voice was low.
Derrick, who looked embarrassed, shook his head instinctively.
A whole day had passed since the end of the Tarot Club. Chief Colin did not know the contact information between him and Mr. Fool. He only believed based on his common sense that Derrick needed to perform a ceremony to obtain the revelation of that existence, so he deliberately
He delayed it for a day due to lack of preparation, and very considerately arranged for Derrick to conduct daily patrols by himself, creating as many opportunities as possible for this inexperienced young man.
But, but what should I tell the chief... Derrick bit his lip and suddenly realized that although he had been preparing for a long time and rationalized the suggestions he heard at the Tarot meeting, he had not even thought about sugarcoating it.
I can't just confess that this is what others have told me... Mr. "The Hanged Man" once said that sometimes tacit pretense is the safest way to exchange secrets...
Young Derrick didn't understand the specific meaning of this sentence, but facing the unobservable expectations in the chief's eyes, he still said with difficulty:
"I think that the ruins of that city-state are likely to contain a characteristic or sealed item corresponding to the fourth sequence of the 'Soothsayer'."
"Sequence 4 of 'Soothsayer'?" Colin frowned slightly.
"Yes." Derrick nodded hurriedly and recounted the information shared by Mr. World in an orderly manner.
Finally, he observed the chief who was thinking and deliberately added:
"And the starlight emitted by the lamp tower in the ruins is probably the use of that characteristic or sealed object to the spiritual world. Although the spiritual world has been sealed off,..."
Derrick, who realized that what he said was a bit explicit, paused for a moment and was stuck for a while before continuing:
"But... I have read in an ancient book before that although the spiritual world has been blocked, many extraordinary abilities that rely on the special realization of the spiritual world can still be used normally. I want to comment on that 'divineer' sequence
Four should be the same."
"If we can find a way to isolate the connection between the spiritual world and the sealed object made from the 'Insect of Time' in your hand, we may be able to avoid the occurrence of mutations."
Starlight... Colin caught this familiar yet unfamiliar word and nodded slowly.
In the Silver City where there is only darkness and lightning, starlight is like the sun and moon, descriptions that only exist in myths. Who actually said this?
After chewing on Derrick's "clue", Colin couldn't help but feel a little confused.
Over the years, Silver City has come into contact with many beings of unknown origin, but there has never been one like this suspected "god of mystery" who has such a good temper and is willing to share such detailed knowledge with believers.
"I understand, I will find a way to tell this to other members."
Colin looked at Derrick and nodded, and at the same time turned around and walked towards the bonfire. His eyes kept falling in one direction, on a figure with long silver-gray hair.
Although the existence that was suspected of being the "god of mystery" gave many hints, because they were too specific, Colin only felt uneasy in his heart.
It was so kind, so kind that he couldn't believe it easily... This was not in line with his impression of a high-ranking existence, so he planned to listen to the opinions of the "True Creator" again.
Walking a tightrope is dangerous, but this is the creed that all the chiefs of Silver City adhere to, and so does he.
...
No. 48 Lemon Street, inside the "Blue Wind" Hotel.
Daniz, who was wearing a thick jacket and wide-leg trousers, gently pushed open the door. His head with a cap on his head looked left and right between the cracks in the door. His eyes gradually moved up, and he came across the person who was sitting on a wooden chair with his legs crossed.
The cold gaze of the adventurer led to an awkward smile.
"I have handed the body over to professionals. It will take about two days to get the reward."
He squeezed into the room sideways, looked at the wooden chair under Hermann, then at the soft sofa, and against his will, sat on the chair next to the dining table, far away from Hermann who was sitting casually.
"You can rest assured that those guys don't dare to mess with me...our captain will not take a commission."
Take a commission...Kleon had a slight realization, but he still nodded calmly on the surface.
He did not dwell on the topic and took off the "Creeping Hunger" in front of Daniz.
The human leather glove with his stomach satisfied lay quietly on the table. The camouflaged black on the surface slowly faded away, revealing the original flesh color. Daniz thought he was hiding and glanced at the glove that was more famous than himself, and his sitting posture became even more complicated.
Corrected.
Daniz had no shortage of understanding of how powerful "Vice Admiral Hurricane" was at his peak, and the strength shown by Gehrman was at least several times that of Qilinges. Although he didn't want to admit it, Daniz subconsciously
Herman's strength has been ranked above his own captain.
He swallowed and spoke carefully:
"We killed the second officer of 'Admiral Blood', what should we do next?"
"The contact point has been removed, and I won't be able to contact the captain for a short period of time."
In fact, he can be contacted. The core crew of the "Golden Dream" have been taught a kind of secretary. This kind of ritual magic is enough to contact any place in the radiating sea area of the Rhoside Islands.
Can't contact "Lieutenant General Iceberg"?
Klein's expression remained unchanged, and he only raised his eyebrows inwardly.
Does Daniz think he is a fool or am I a fool, a pirate general with only one point of contact in Bayam?
And isn’t the reason why you go to the contact point just to send a telegram? Even if the contact point is gone, can’t you just find another telegraph?
Klein suppressed all the complaints in his heart, and Dan Mo said:
"Can you use a telegraph?"
Daniz was stunned and answered honestly:
"meeting."
After glancing at Daniz carefully, Klein suddenly stood up. Looking at Daniz who suddenly tensed up and leaned back, he didn't notice:
"Go and write a notice that 'Blaze' killed Maiviti, and find a way to throw it at the door of the Church of the Storms church."
What to write... Danitz listened to Gehrman's order with his eyes wide open. It took him a while to realize that he had heard correctly.
Shit, I took the initiative to go to the Church of Storms to show off this kind of thing. Isn’t this a naked provocation?
Those reckless men will definitely pick me up and throw me underground!
He instinctively wanted to refute, but in the face of Hermann's cold and dull gaze, he still made an ugly smile.
"How to do it?"
How to do it? Of course you just put on makeup, throw it at the door and run away, and you don’t even know how to report it?
Klein frowned slightly, and just as he was about to answer, he remembered the indescribable level of disguise that "Liey Yan" had, and then said:
"You can find someone."
After saying that, he walked into his room quickly, locked the door silently, and put up a spiritual wall.
Although he was confident that he would intimidate Daniz from disobeying his orders, there were no absolutes in anything.
After doing all this, Klein walked four steps backward and arrived above the gray mist.
In front of the long bronze table, he waved gently, and an iron-black badge shining with sporadic brilliance flew from behind.
This is the badge given to him by Mr. A for communication.
Although the telegraph machine is not a controlled product, it is a relatively difficult machine to obtain whether it is at sea or on the mainland, and the price is not cheap... Klein breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the badge in his hand.
Try to inject spirituality into it.
Although the ultimate contact distance of this badge only covers Backlund, he can try to use the personality of the gray mist to increase the power in the badge and contact Mr. A from here.
I don’t know what will happen to the Aurora after the heavy haze. I heard that they sheltered a large number of East District residents. Maybe I can take this opportunity to ask...
Thick gray mist wrapped around Klein's right hand, and along with spirituality poured into the black iron badge, the luster attached to the surface of the badge exploded instantly, causing the entire hexagonal iron piece to scream, and the black iron badge produced by the explosion exploded.
Under the suppression of the gray mist, the air reorganized into a shadowy air mass, like a floating curtain, revealing the hazy human form hidden behind the curtain.
Backlund, Mr. A, who was praying, suddenly opened his eyes wide, stood up straight with his whole body trembling, and lowered his head slightly.
He faced the unauthorized spreading shadows under his feet. The flesh and blood on his arms dissolved. Drops of blood mixed with flesh were poured on the restless shadows, forming an abstract picture filled with gray and white.
"Your Majesty the Elector."
Listening to the undisguised excitement and fear in the voice coming from the black air mass, Klein twitched the corner of his mouth, put on the air of a "voter", and said unceremoniously:
"I have come to the sea."
Mr. A, who was on the other end of the black air, immediately replied:
"The sea is K's area of responsibility. He is a 'shepherd' like me. If you need anything, I will contact him immediately."
K is another of the Twenty-Two Divine Envoys. I don’t know what his character is, but information about the “Blood Admiral” and the document can be obtained from him...
As a believer of the "True Creator", one of the most convenient things is that you don't have to consider the existence of hypocrites like when you face believers of other gods. After all, the Sequence 8 "Listener" of the "Secret Prayer" basically eliminates this kind of hypocrisy.
Perhaps, all believers who have prayed to the true Creator will become absolutely fanatical converts, which also means that even in the presence of K, whom he has never met, Klein can regard himself as a chosen one without any care.
Klein accepted the free information without leaving a trace and tapped the table with his finger.
"It won't be needed for the time being, but you can leave the method of contacting him to me."
Without waiting for Mr. A to respond, he continued:
"I need a telegraph machine, the movements of the Aurora Society after the smog, and the attitude of the kingdom."
"How should I leave it to you?"
After a few seconds of silence, Mr. A's voice came over again.
Looking at the gray mist filling the magnificent hall, Klein's fingertips became heavier.
"Recite the name of our Lord and perform sacrifices."