Part 6 The Light-Exporter Chapter 35 Reappearance
Yellow vines hung down and covered the decaying wooden buildings, and the whole ruin was solidified with the dreariness of a long time without anyone stepping on it.
Alger and a few sailors circled around the ruins in the wintry conditions, but still found nothing of value.
”Captain, this place has been visited by adventurer after adventurer, what else is left for us?” Finally, a sailor in his thirties, whose patience was rather lacking, broke the silence.
This caused the rest of his companions to chime in:
”The place we didn’t spend much time inquiring about, others can surely find it easily as well.”
”Yeah, yeah, yeah, let’s just go ahead and fuck the Forsaks!”
”Captain, are you trying to make this a stronghold?”
Alger swept a slow circle, causing the sailors to stop complaining under his gaze and choose to obey.
There were several seconds of silence before he spoke:
”I intend to use this place to ambush the Forsak.
”We’ll observe the terrain first and see if it’s suitable.”
With such an excuse, the sailors reluctantly raised their spirits, and the group quickly entered the depths of the elven ruins.
As they walked, Algernon felt a sudden touch of inspiration, and subconsciously looked sideways at the back of a giant tree.
The soil there had some traces of being turned over, and it couldn’t be more than a year old.
Alger retracted his sight and pretended not to notice any problems, naturally looking elsewhere.
After exploring the elven ruins, they made their way back to their new campsite.
At this time, it was nearing evening, and it was getting colder and colder within the forest, so after Alger had dinner with the sailors, he left the two patrollers behind, and each went into a different tent.
The bitter wind whistled through the trees, blowing the campfire shaking, Algernon had the intention to leave the camp in the middle of the night, Algernon suddenly heard the sound of a song that seemed to be coming from the distance.
The song was ethereal and ethereal, as if a lady was singing softly and slowly, talking about her inner sorrow.
This makes Algernon unconsciously recalled the past, recalled his mother who has passed away for many years, recalled the bullying childhood.
Unspeakable sadness raced through him uncontrollably, causing him not to come to his senses immediately, but to wait several seconds before violently rolling over and sitting up, frowning deeply and listening with his ears.
This time, he heard nothing; the lilting song never seemed to come.
Narrowing his eyes, Alger grabbed his thick jacket and threw it on, walking out of the tent and over to the campfire.
The two sailors in charge of the night watch had just finished a round of patrols and were there drawing warmth.
”Notice anything out of the ordinary?” Alger asked in a deep voice.
The two tough and strong sailors shook their heads at the same time:
”No.”
Alger relaxed his brows a bit and turned his body, intending to make a round on his own.
Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a situation:
Those two sailors were too close to each other.
If it was an ordinary pirate, this was no problem, but Alger’s men were all sailors who had received formal training from the Storm Church, and surely knew that in this kind of environment, it was important to keep a certain distance between the patrollers, not far, not close, to see their companions, but also to prevent them from being taken away by a single attack at the same time.
Alger took two unmoving steps, and turned back as if unnoticed to ask:
”Notice anything normal?”
He changed that question from earlier, making it very strange.
The two strong and sturdy sailors shook their heads in no particular order and replied with unchanged expressions:
”No.”
No …… Alger nodded gently with a slightly soothing expression:
”Very well.”
He whirled around and walked slowly into his tent.
The gaze from the sailors has just been cut off, Alger steeply drew out the “Poison Blade” and “Stone Ghost Glasses”, and opened his mouth, ready to sing a song.
At that moment, that melancholy song appeared again, echoing in Algernon’s ears and piercing into his spirit.
It was an exceptionally ancient song, sung with extreme sadness and melancholy, making it seem as if a pale and vain arm had grown within Aljie’s spirit, constantly tearing at himself.
Alger’s expression twisted, the surface of his skin highlighted one slippery, light-black fish scale after another, and his dark-blue hair, as messy as seaweed, stood up one after another, all of them becoming abnormally thick.
The thoughts that had existed in his mind were intruded upon by the song, interrupted by the pain, and could no longer take shape.
Alger collapsed, struggling and writhing on the ground, becoming less and less human, on the verge of losing control.
Suddenly, the song stopped, and a slightly indifferent voice reached Alger’s ears:
”There is some elven blood ……
”That’s it then, make good use of Shatas’ extraordinary characteristics.”
Alger slowly climbed up with his forehead covered in cold sweat, only to see that there was a figure inside the tent at some point.
It was a woman with dark hair, delicate features, slightly pointed ears, dark eyes, soft contours, wearing a complicated and ancient long dress, even if her height was not advantageous, she still gave people a feeling of superiority.
”…… You are the Queen of the Elves, the ‘Queen of Natural Disasters’ Gaoxinam?” Alger took the initiative to ask with a flash of thought.
The woman played with a beautifully patterned golden wine cup and said flatly:
”Haven’t you already met me?”
Alger instantly recalled the similar song he had heard on Pasu Island, and remembered the dream where he had entered a coral palace under the sea and saw an upper elf.
”You are surprisingly still alive.” After a few seconds of silence, Alger spoke in a low voice.
At the same time, he quietly chanted Mr. “Fool”‘s name in his mind, but he didn’t know if it would be useful if he didn’t make a sound.
The woman with black hair pulled back into a high bun responded with an unchanged expression:
”It’s hard for an angel to fall without encountering an enemy.”
”Then why do you split the characteristics and leave yourself in a strange state where you must wait for an opportunity to be resurrected?” Alger had learned about the corresponding situation in the Tarot Club, and asked at this time, partly out of curiosity and partly to stall for time.
The elf woman suspected to be the “Queen of Natural Disasters” Gohinam “hummed”:
”Because the throne of the storm is occupied by Leodro, and I am powerless to resist the ‘tyrant’.
”Also, the elves are getting fewer and fewer, and my anchor is getting less and less secure.”
Others might not know who Leodro was, but Alger knew it very well and was completely afraid to continue this topic in the real world.
Just when he wanted to ask what purpose the “Queen of Natural Disasters” Gohinam had in descending here, the elf queen had already taken the initiative to speak:
”Do you want to become a demigod?”
”Do you want to use my body to resurrect?” “Do you want to use promotion to Sequence 4 and obtaining divinity as bait to erode me? While Alger was moved, one question after another popped up in his mind.
Considering that Mr. Fool could purify all kinds of pollution, Alger felt that this was an opportunity.
It reminded him of a term that Rossel the Great had once coined:
Sugarcoating!
And now there was a not-insignificant chance that he would swallow the icing and throw back the cannonball.
”What do you want me to do?” Without appearing too eager, Alger questioned according to his own personality.
”Queen of the Scourge of Heaven,” Gohinam said, scrutinizing him for a few seconds:
”When you have the qualification and opportunity to touch that Book of Natural Disasters, take out one thing from it that no one else will notice and bring it to the Western Continent.”
The Western Continent …… the legendary home of the elves? Alger said with a slight frown:
”Hasn’t the Western Continent already disappeared?”
Gohinam slightly hooked the corner of his mouth and said:
”Since it is gone, it will reappear.
”It will definitely reappear when the end comes.”
Not waiting for Alger to ask again, this Elf Queen paused for a moment and said:
”You may not personally send that thing to the Western Continent, but you must entrust it to someone trustworthy, and although I am not good at curses, I can just as easily make you die a painful death after breaking your promise.”
”But what if the Western Continent does not reappear, or is inaccessible?” Alger said after some serious thought.
The eyes of Gohinam, with her dark hair and soft features, emptied somewhat, as if she was caught up in some fond memory.
After a few seconds, she spoke evenly:
”If it really hasn’t resurfaced, then the pact is null and void.
”It may be true that you need a spell or password to enter the Western Continent, but I’m not sure what it is, however, there is a being you can ask.”
”Which one?” Alger asked, full of doubt.
Gohinam swept him a glance and said icily:
”The one you just chanted in your mind, Mr. ‘Fool’.
”I have a hunch that k is the key to whether or not this matter can be accomplished.”
Alger’s heart tightened and he was busy lowering his head in response:
”I understand.”
”The Queen of Natural Disasters,” Gohinam, saw this and gently nodded his head:
”If you wish to become a demigod, fulfill this agreement and head to that elven relic when the sun rises.”
After the voice fell, the elf queen’s figure flew away and dissipated, like the kind of visions often seen in the sea and desert.
Alger’s eyes snapped open and he realized that he was lying inside his tent, having just woken up from a nap.
His memories were somewhat jumbled, but they were quickly straightened out:
He and his sailors had just inquired about the location of an elven ruin, and had come to the neighborhood before exploring it.
The “exploration”, the song, the sailor’s mutation, the appearance of the “natural disaster” and the exchange of conversations were all just a dream!
No wonder I was so careless in not praying to Mr. “Fool” beforehand, knowing that I might encounter the “Queen of Natural Disasters”… …Did the “Queen of Natural Disasters” create this real dream by relying on the angelic realm? Or, does she have the appropriate seal, and even if she exists in a special state, she still has a way to borrow the power? Alger listened to the movement outside the tent, and found that everything was normal.
He then sat down and prayed to Mr. Fool.
In a matter of twenty to thirty seconds, Alger arrived above the gray mist and saw Mr. Fool sitting at the top of a long, mottled table.
”You have seen Gohinam?” After the Hanged Man greeted him, Klein the Fool spoke in a casual manner.
”The Inverted Hanged Man” Alger replied scrupulously:
”Yes, but it is not certain that it is the Queen of the Elves.”