Part 4 The Undead Chapter 16 A Song for a Song

　　Inside the Thunder Chapel, the dome was high and broad, the arches succeeded each other, and the frescoes were connected all around without a bit of blank space, dominated by gold and blue color, which made those who walked inside subconsciously feel sacred and solemn, and they could not help lowering their heads.

　　Alger Wilson often contact with the hidden existence, long in the gods residence-like palace party, this is no longer in the past feeling, not so reverent, but he did not show this, with the surrounding sailors, always lowered his head to look at the ground, light and soft footsteps, even dare not breathe obviously.

　　In the quiet atmosphere, they were led by the priest all the way to the clergy quarters at the back of the church, where they were each given a room.

　　Closing the door, Alger only saw the blood moonlight shining through the window, making the environment cold and evil, while countless ghosts and spirits seemed to be watching the real world through a thin curtain.

　　Whenever the “blood moon” appeared, the spirituality would always rise, and the power originating from the spirit world and hell would be greatly enhanced, and the negative emotions of the living beings would explode, and the higher the sequence, the more obvious the feeling would be.

　　Vaguely, Alger heard cries, low shouts, and whispers, which was very different from the solemn feeling he had previously felt inside the Thunder Church.

　　It was as if an illusory arm appeared before his eyes, and they stretched outward from the walls, from the floor, from the ceiling, like a three-dimensional pale forest.

　　Alger knew that the “blood moon” when the abnormality, without a bit of panic, removed the captain’s hat, into the washroom, with running water to wash his face.

　　In this process, he suddenly heard a long and beautiful song.

　　This song is vague, seems to come from the center of the island, but also around the endless, as if in the body of Alger, it does not let a person feel fear, just like a far from the family far from relatives far from the love of the woman on the edge of the cliff, looking at the rushing tide, softly and slowly sang, heavy sadness.

　　Alger pulled off a towel and wiped his face, then listened with his ear to the side for a few seconds.

　　Gradually frowning, he removed a modest metal box from within the concealed pocket of his clerical robes and brought it close to his ear.

　　It contained the extraordinary properties of the Ocean Singer that he had purchased from the World, and he suspected that the spirit remaining within the item had grown temporarily under the influence of the Blood Moon.

　　As the iron box approached, some of the songs beside Alger’s ears suddenly became clear, and the emotions of melancholy, sadness, longing, and pain were like substance.

　　However, on top of that, there was still an ethereal and ancient singing voice coming from it, which was clearly demarcated from the clear parts and seemed to be singing in unison!

　　”Whose song is this? Like an elven …… item originating from an elf within the church? This ‘Ocean Singer’ extraordinary trait in me originated from an elf?” Alger nodded his head in speculation.

　　Because of the same “sailor” path, the Storm Church had always been collecting elven relics, some of which were formulated into magical potions, some of which were used as seals and isolated in the ground, and some of which had less negative effects and were rewarded to the clergy, so similar things were triggered by each other during the Night of the Blood Moon. So, it’s not strange that similar things would be excited by each other on the “Night of the Blood Moon” and appear abnormal.

　　If it is a magical item, then things do not have the slightest problem, if it is a seal, the song can penetrate the isolation means that it is never simple …… Alger retrieved his thoughts, brushed his teeth, and lay down on the bed.

　　He quickly fell asleep and entered the dream world.

　　After an unknown amount of time, Alger was suddenly somewhat awake, vaguely aware that he was dreaming, but with an active consciousness to survey his surroundings.

　　He realized that above him were swirling deep blue waters, overlapping layer after layer, so that he could not see the sky at all, and in front of him was a magnificent palace that seemed to be made of coral, tall, magnificent, gloomy, and obscure.

　　Alger subconsciously walked towards the palace and entered the open door.

　　Inside, a giant pillar of coral towered, holding up an exaggerated dome, and the walls and above were filled with murals showing the horrors of the storm.

　　Hundreds of meters away at the end, a seat inlaid with sapphires, emeralds, round pearls at the top of the nine-tiered steps, particularly eye-catching.

　　Algernon looked over, only to see a woman in a long, complicated and antique dress sitting there, her hair was black and shiny, pulled back into a high bun, her silhouette was soft, her features were exquisite, and she had a beauty that didn’t encounter prejudice due to the change of time.

　　The woman’s expression was cold, her ears slightly pointed, her brown eyes deep, and she looked down at Alger in that way.

　　In her hand, she was playing with an intricately patterned gold wine cup.

　　Alger was about to speak, the woman’s eyes silver splendor, as if a lightning bolt lit up, rushed out, piercing the dream world!

　　Hoo …… Alger rolled over and sat up, subconsciously gasped for breath, only to realize that the dream just now was both blurred and clear.

　　Among the blurs were the woman’s looks, the details of the mural and the exact look of the coral palace, and the clear ones were the eyes that contained lightning and the slightly pointed ears.

　　An Elder Elf? Did her legacy resonate with the extraordinary properties of the Ocean Singer in my body under the effect of the Blood Moon, so much so that it affected my dreams? While making a guess, Algernon casually wondered which item it could be.

　　Because of his low status, his limited knowledge of seals and magical items, and his knowledge of something that others were not aware of, he quickly came up with a target:

　　”‘Heaven’s Plague’ Gohinam?

　　”The ‘Book of Natural Disasters’ left by k should have been sent to Pasu Island already ……

　　”After debriefing and leaving this place, I’ll ask Mr. ‘Fool’ for advice to see if what just happened will leave any bad effects ……”

　　–Alger did not dare to recite the honorable name of “The Fool” at the headquarters of the Storm Church.

　　After dawn, he did not show any abnormalities, and under the guidance of the servants, he entered a room with a long table, and was questioned by the three deacons of the “Substitute Punisher”.

　　Among these three deacons, only one of them had dark blue hair, because this is not a change that will definitely appear after taking the “sailor” pathway magic potion, but this characteristic will be quite stubbornly inherited, just like the elves, originally more black hair than blue hair, but in modern times, the majority of the hybrids of elven ancestry have blue hair.

　　Alger sat down at the bottom of the long table and answered the deacons’ inquiries in an organized manner, telling them all about what he had done at sea in his time, what he intended to do, what he had succeeded in, and what he had failed at.

　　And this would be compared with the accounts of the other crew members to prevent anyone from lying.

　　Toward the end of the narrative, the dark blue-haired deacon glanced at Alger and asked in a thick voice:

　　”Do you know ‘Admiral Above the Stars’ Gadelia?”

　　Not only did he recognize …… Alger was nearly shocked and thought for a moment before answering:

　　”I’ve seen it at the Pirate Assembly.”

　　That deacon didn’t dwell on that question just now and said bluntly:

　　”Find a way to get to know her and investigate Gelman Sparrow from her.”

　　So it’s like this …… because Gelman hunted the “General on Blood”? Alger asked in mock disbelief:

　　”And what did Germaine Sparrow do?”

　　The dark blue-haired deacon said without a word of humor:

　　”Almost destroyed Byam! Well, that’s not something you should know, anyway, remember that Germaine Sparrow is a very dangerous guy with a hidden evil organization behind him, an organization that has demigods and is hostile to the Rose School!”

　　Nearly destroying Byam? Organization with demigods? Hostile to the Rose School? Alger deliberately showed his dismay without hiding it.

　　He had thought that Germaine had received double the attention because he had hunted the “Blood General” Seignior, but he had no idea that things were much more complicated and exaggerated than he had imagined!

　　What has Germaine Sparrow done? I’ll have to look for the scene when I pass by Bayam. …… Also, isn’t the Aurora Society the mortal enemy of the Tarot Society? “Wasn’t Mr. Fool always against the Real Creator? How did he turn into, no, another Rose School? Alger muttered a few words to himself.

　　As for the fact that there were demigods in Tarot, he wasn’t surprised, and even felt that this was only reasonable, how could there be no demigods under the command of an ancient being?

　　Moreover, the strange and silent death of “Hurricane Lieutenant General” Zilingus had already made him believe that Mr. Fool had a high-ranking family member!

　　Luckily, my meeting with Gelman was very secretive, otherwise things would have been troublesome……. Alger listened quietly, did not ask more questions, and as usual, took the task, got up and left the room.

　　……

　　Outside 160 Birklund Street, Birklund North, a servant lined up in two rows to greet his master as he arrived.

　　Dawn Dantes, with gray sideburns and dark blue eyes, dressed in a tuxedo formal suit, silk bowler hat, and gold-encrusted cane, accompanied by his butler, Walter, and his valet, Richardson, passed among the servants to the entrance of the three-story house.

　　Here waiting was Tania, the housekeeper he had selected this morning.

　　She was in her early forties, her hair tied in a meticulous bun, her features were ordinary but her demeanor was competent, she wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and she wore a long black and white interwoven but distinctive maid’s dress.

　　From the information and interview, Klein learned that this lady was born in the Eastern District, a devotee of the Goddess of Darkness, and chose to receive training from a charity foundation of the church at the age of 15 to become a qualified maid.

　　Thanks to more than ten years of hard work and free courses at night school, she worked in a rich merchant’s house from the lowest maid until she became the head maid, and then after the other party’s daughter got married, she followed her there and worked as a housekeeper until that family had a financial crisis and had to leave, and she was very experienced in the internal management of the family.

　　The lady, having just signed the contract and been given £1,000 in early cash this month by Dawn Dantes, argued with the butler, Walter, about whether the carriage should be bought or rented.

　　It seemed to her that since Mr. Donteth’s goal was to enter high society and move to the West End, or even Queens, the carriage would certainly need to be specially customized so as not to be out of place, and until then, renting a high-class carriage for a year, and then getting it customized when things got promising, was a relatively more sensible option that would not be wasteful or disrespectful.

　　She convinced Walter, and of course Klein, as renting a high-class carriage for a year including horses only cost £88, £42 for two wheels.

　　Sure enough, the one who controls household expenses must be one who is good at comparing good calculations …… Klein, with a pang of emotion, smiled and nodded at Tanea, and stepped through the door of the three-story house.

　　Here would be the next stage for the wealthy Dawn Dantes.