Part 3 THE TRAVELER Chapter 179 The Approach
Frank Lee, unaware of Germaine Sparrow’s abnormality, added laughingly:
”I was going to offer you a little help by throwing some seeds over there, but, unfortunately, I couldn’t throw them that far.”
Throw some seeds to the Black Tulip? This area of the sea has the residual breath of the “Earth Goddess”, and the extraordinary things in the corresponding area will change and attack at the same time without distinguishing between the enemy and us. …… I was on the Black Tulip at the time as well. Ah …… fortunately you did not throw …… Klein suddenly remembered the tragic situation before the “future ship”, remembered the dead pirate head of the watermelon growth.
He was just about to formulate a response that would fit the persona of Germaine Sparrow when he suddenly saw Heath Doyle protruding from the shadows not far away, bent over and vomiting.
The “bloodless man” retched, then fell to his knees and dropped to the deck.
Vomit! Vomit!
He finally vomits a yellowish-green liquid containing a half-corroded lump of grayish-black flesh writhing convulsively.
Vomit! Vomit! Vomit!
Heath Doyle vomited several similar puddles in succession.
Seeing this scene, Klein felt nauseous, but at the same time, he was quite relieved, he was originally worried that Heath Doyle’s “Rose Bishop” would be contaminated if he ate randomly, but now it seems that the other party should just be tolerant of the isolation, not to do the real digestion.
Worthy of not crazy “Rose Bishop”…… Klein sighed silently.
In the corner of his eye, he was about to move away from the vomit, when some thoughts suddenly flashed in his mind:
”Creeping hunger” has been turned on, must be “fed” once a day, and there are no outsiders here, no ideal villains …… The dead pirate can not, although his companions may not value the corpse. Although his companions may not value the body, but the “writhing hunger” is to eat the soul ……
I do not know if these pieces of meat can be used as “food”, at least they originally belonged to the vitality of the “earth goddess” breath affected corpses ……
With this in mind, Kraven took two steps forward and approached Heath Doyle.
He could not bear to look at the vomit, and instinctively turned his eyes to the other side, to the magnificent sunlit sea beyond the ship’s side.
Then he extended his left palm toward the location of the grayish-black lump of flesh.
The “writhing hunger” did not change a little, did not open its mouth in the middle of the glove.
It seems that it does not want to eat …… can only be barely used first, to deal with the potential dangers of the people, if close to a day has not found a suitable food, it will be thrown above the gray fog …… Klein helplessly retracted his hand, looked up in the direction of the captain’s room.
The gold brooch in front of “Star General” Gadelia once again blossomed with light, condensing the “Sun Grievance Spirit” and purifying the gray and black pieces of flesh vomited out by Heath Doyle one by one.
The pirate general’s face and expression did not change, but he seemed a bit tired, and the deep purple luster in his eyes became more and more obvious.
After making sure the ship had resumed its voyage, Klein stopped staying and prepared to go back to his room to change out of his soaked clothing.
Anderson glanced at him and leaned in close, opening his mouth curiously.
”Shut up!” Klein snaps.
The incident had left him without his fisherman’s spikes, so he was getting more and more irritated with someone whose bad luck was so close to defining him as food for the ‘writhing masses’.
”…… Okay.” Anderson raised his hands, “I’ll drink quietly.”
Klein ignored him and entered the cabin, returning to his room.
Inside the lavatory, he took out a “water-making charm”, chanted the ancient Hermetic words, and made a bathtub of fresh water, then stripped off all his clothes and lay down in it.
Relaxed by the cold and the warmth of the sun, he grabbed the pen and paper he had brought from his desk and wrote down a divination statement:
”Location of Fishman’s Sleeve Nails.”
After seven silent readings, Klein lay down fully, resting on the front of the tub, and fell into a dream state.
In the gray, intermittent, unreal world, he saw the deck, a living corpse whose body had rotted in several places, and the azure-colored Fishman’s Cuff Nail set in the flesh of the corpse’s left waist.
Beyond the deck, it was pitch black, making it impossible to see where the ship was.
Sure enough, it was lost on the “Black Tulip”…… Klein opened his eyes and made a judgment.
”I hope the ‘Admiral of Hell’ doesn’t find out, so that I can lock the position of the ‘Black Tulip’ with the help of this sleeve nail ……
”It doesn’t really matter if I find out, as long as Ludwell hasn’t lost the cuff and things haven’t been too long in between, I’ll be able to locate it, but the place of divination will have to be changed from reality to above the gray mist ……
”Also, a divination interference must be done later to prevent the ‘Admiral of Hell’ from locating me or even cursing me with the help of the cufflinks.”
”That ring of his is really suspected to be an item left behind by the ancient god of death, hmmm, write and tell Mr. Azteca.” Klein quickly washed his body and stepped out of the tub.
After scrubbing himself clean and changing into the same Rune gentleman’s attire from before, Klein first adjusted his gear and slurped his clothes, then spread out his letterhead and took out the Aztec copper whistle.
Standing beside the desk, looking at the things on it, Klein’s outstretched right hand suddenly had a delay.
His eyes flickered for a few moments, then he put away the Aztec copper whistle and put it into a small iron box, using the “spiritual wall” to isolate his breath.
He was prepared to summon the messenger after he left this sea and the Future.
”This time the loss is not small, fortunately finally digested the ‘Faceless Man’ magic potion, can concentrate on waiting for the mermaid to appear ……
”Well …… the actual situation of this Divine War Ruins is not quite what I expected ah, there is actually the aura of the ‘Earth Mother Goddess’ ……
”It’s definitely not left behind afterward, otherwise it’s impossible for a deity to not be able to control its own aura.
”The eight ancient gods of the Second Era also didn’t have a single one of them reigning over the earth domain ah ……
”There are suspected ones among the subordinate deities of the K’s, such as the queen of the giants, ‘Goddess of Harvest’ Omibella, and the ‘Goddess of Life’ who is dependent on the Vampire Patriarch Lilith… …
”Is this a divine war with the participation of the Slave Gods, or is it indeed not a matter of the Second Age?” Klein suffered from knowing too little about the ruins of this divine war, so he could only use speculation as his main focus, supplemented by conjecture.
He withdrew his thoughts and recut the paper figure, drawing variations and hidden symbols belonging to the “Fools” all over it.
Snap!
Klein lifted the paper figure and shook it.
Flames came out of nowhere and burned the paper figure to ashes.
In this way, he has been able to get the desired effect, if you want to be better, you have to go to the gray fog above the second response, using the “Black Emperor” card to pry the power of the mysterious space, together with the “paper angel” to provide blessings.
After relying on the Aztec Brass Whistle and the Will Onsettin Paper Crane to disrupt any possible prying eyes, Klein re-entered the lavatory and methodically completed the operation.
Tidying up the room, he donned his Creeping Hunger and Spark gloves, and slowly made his way to the deck area, ready to carefully observe his surroundings and miss any clues about the mermaids.
No sooner had he left the cabin than he saw Anderson Hood sitting on the floor against a wooden barrel, his expression quiet and collected, as if he were thinking and feeling.
Had he really kept his promise to drink quietly all the time? Klein grunted, passing in front of Anderson.
Anderson slowly raised his head and asked as if dreamily:
”Is there, like, something wrong with the wine here?”
Klein was stunned for a moment and answered seriously:
”Yes.”
”……” Anderson could not speak.
This guy was so unlucky that the application of his extraordinary ability had a failed result that he failed to notice that there was something wrong with the wine? Klein moved the corners of his mouth and headed forward.
On the foredeck, many sailors were gathered together, watching Nina acting as the “Storm Lord” priest, holding a short funeral for the pirate who had just died.
After an uncomplicated prayer, Nina looked around and said:
”Revere’s wish was to be buried in the hills of his home harbor, where there is the most beautiful sunset.
”He wished to be cremated so that he would not be disturbed after death.”
”Storms above, may he rest in peace.” Most of the sailors believed in the “Lord of Storms”, and they all hit their left chest with their right fist.
Watching this scene, Klein did not approach, stood at a distance, quietly watching.
When the funeral is over, the pirate Revere’s body turned into ashes with the help of the scroll, Klein sighed and drew a Crimson Moon in his heart.
In the next half of the day, the sun is still bright, the sky is always noon, the “future” around a few ruins and ruins, deeper and deeper into the sea.
Anderson had somehow recovered and came to Klein’s side.
He looked out and pointed to the submerged complex in front of him:
”Cross over this ruin, turn left and travel about ten nautical miles, and you’ll have a chance to encounter mermaids.”
Finally …… Klein was about to respond when the sky suddenly darkened and the sunlight disappeared steeply.
Another night had come.
Without further ado, he returned to his room and lay down on his bed.
Soon, he awoke in a dream state with clean floor-to-ceiling windows, long, neatly arranged chairs and bookshelves filled with books in front of him.
This time, he was back in the same place he had been when he left the dream before, back in that library.
The light of dusk shone in, casting a light gold over everything, and Klein marched forward, slightly puzzled, to the shelves he had last browsed.
Not surprisingly, he saw the Book of Runes and other occult texts again.
Klein was just about to pull out the books and quickly flip through them when his eyes suddenly swept to the opposite shelf and scanned a book with a black cover:
Roselle’s Notes 3!
The Archon’s diary? An entire diary? Klein subconsciously wanted to reach out.
At this time, the mysterious eyes watching the deck watching himself, the door opener in the depths of the frescoed hall mentioned by Anderson Hood, and his previous abnormal dream location shift situation flashed within his mind at once.
Klein withdrew his gaze, still drawing out the Book of Runes.
He made his way to the long table area, sat down, and began to quickly skim through it.
Suddenly, he heard a clatter, clatter, clatter of footsteps leaning in from the depths of the library.
Klein’s spirits instantly tightened and he slowly raised his head.
The first thing that caught his eye was a pair of black leather boots.