"Sequence 4?"
Looking at the lustful Angel on the sofa, Klein asked with confusion on his face.
"Yes, although my Sequence 5'Affliction' digestion level is not high, I have to start thinking about the next Sequence," Angel couldn't help lowering his voice and said softly as if he was plotting something, "Moreover, these Potion materials are very expensive. Even one Auxiliary Materials costs thousands of pounds to buy..."
Thinking of "Poison Needle of the Black-Striped Shadow Scorpion" that sold for up to 3,000 pounds in the City of Silver trading market, she couldn't help but sigh again, and recalled in her mind the words on the "Demoness" plate she saw in the mysterious city she arrived after her death.
"Sequence 4, despair.
"Main materials: Gazer's eyes, Complete Poison Sac of the Black-Striped Shadow Scorpion.
"Auxiliary Materials: 150 ml of blood from Gazer, 10 drops of juice from Poison Needle of the Black-Striped Shadow Scorpion, Blood Mist Tree, and 1 portion of homemade highly toxic medicine.
"Promotion Ritual: Kill a Demigod or equivalent Beyonder Creature mainly by relying on your own strength, and take Potion in his despair before death."
If the materials are expensive, they can always be solved with money. Promotion Ritual from Sequence 5 to Sequence 4 makes Angel a little "desperate".
After being promoted to Sequence 5, she truly understood the meaning of the title "Demigod Half Human" and how the "Lady Despair" Panacea who played with her in Backlund's Great Smog only exerted a little effort.
Even if there is no haze created in advance through the ceremony, with three Sequence 5s, she brings all Mystical Items with her, and against the previous one Sequence 4s with the same Pathways, the winning rate is probably not even high. Half... Of course, with the same Demoness Pathway, the high-ranking Beyonder has a stronger suppression force on the Sequence below it, but this can also fully explain the gap between the two Sequence...
And you have to complete most of the battles with your own strength, and you cannot rely on others. Otherwise, you may be able to use the conflict between Demigod to complete Promotion Ritual with a small amount of knowledge...
The more he thought about it, the more discouraged he became. Angel raised his head and was surprised to find Klein looking at him with concern.
"I did the math, and if each piece of Auxiliary Materials costs 3,000 pounds, and the main material is 10,000 pounds a piece, the price of the entire Potion is more than 30,000 pounds... Even if we sell it, we can't even afford it."
She forced a smile and changed the topic.
"But it is enough to sell 'Admiral of Blood'. His head is worth 42,000 pounds. Even if you avoid trouble and find someone to collect it on your behalf, you can still get more than 35,000 pounds, which is enough to solve the material problem of Potion."
Klein has understood the essence of Mad Adventurer Gehrman through intermittent performances, and has also begun to speak arrogantly in private situations, and does not take Pirate Admiral seriously.
This confident answer made Angel laugh, and somewhat relieved her despair that was infected by "despair" Potion Promotion Ritual.
It's all because of the giant scorpion's poisonous needle. I didn't even consider promoting Sequence 4 because I hadn't heard anything about the formula... She cursed a few times and temporarily put aside the distant Sequence 4, focusing on "Admiral of Blood".
"This is a Radio Telegraph. I got it from Underground Market for 15 pounds." Klein took out a complex internal but rough-looking mechanical device from the box next to him, as well as several supporting items that looked like antennas. "Do you remember the radio spectrum and password I got from Damir Harbor's 'White Shark'? Through this equipment, you can monitor that spectrum. If 'Admiral of Blood' and his intelligence officers talk by radio, you can know what they are talking about and where they are."
Radio...
Looking at this rough machine that seems to be handmade, Angel has a sense of dislocation from the steam age to the electric age.
"You actually understand this?"
she asked curiously.
"I am a top student from Khoy University."
Following Angel's proud expression when he said "Sequence 4" just now, Klein carefully put the equipment into the box.
"Radio monitoring is a hard job and I feel like it should be left to someone more suitable."
He winked and pointed in the direction of the living room door.
Angel immediately understood what he meant and nodded with a smile.
Since "Iceberg Admiral" cooperates with us to hunt "Admiral of Blood", then she can finally gain some strength under Bayam, right?
"Shit, it's me again! Last time I was asked to light fireworks, and I was almost discovered by the patrol. This time I was asked to monitor some radio... I hope you will all be killed by 'Admiral of Blood'... No, no, kill Senior and then die together."
"Blaze" Danitz cursed and threw aside a thick "operation manual", roughly assembled Radio Telegraph and its complex antenna, and placed it on the table by the window.
Although he cursed harshly, he kept his voice extremely low for fear of being heard by Gehrman and Angelica who lived on the same floor.
After shaking the power handle vigorously according to the instructions in the manual, he breathed a sigh of relief and lay down on the rocking chair on the side, getting into a comfortable position, ready to take a nap.
Why don't I hire someone to guard such a simple thing, maybe only a few soli per day... But the captain will definitely not agree, and neither will Gehrman... Danitz was thinking wildly in his mind, and gradually fell into sleep.
"Da, da da da da -"
A rhythmic knocking sound woke him up. Looking at the hazy Crimson Moon outside the window, Danitz squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of the sound.
The set-up ticker was running automatically, the firing pins of different letters were tapping rapidly, and a translucent, somewhat illusory piece of paper was spit out from below.
Did you receive the message "Admiral of Blood" so soon? No, no, I didn't even put the paper in or press the print button!
Danitz's sleepiness was frightened away. He reached for the pistol at his waist with one hand, summoned a solid flame with the other, and moved closer softly.
If it makes any strange noises again, I will rush out to find the two of them... But it's already weird to be able to spit out paper automatically. Shouldn't I stay here...
A few drops of sweat appeared on his forehead. He couldn't leave or stay, so he had to stand still again and watch the ticker spit out the complete paper.
"Hello, is there anyone around? I felt a familiar scent."
There is a line of words written on it with Ancient Feysac.
Damn it, this is definitely not "Admiral of Blood" Senior and his men. Those pirates are not so polite... Danitz licked his dry lips and tried to ask:
"Who are you?"
Click click click, another illusory white paper appeared from under the ticker.
"You can call me Arrodes.
"In exchange, you must answer a question."
Trivia game? It sounds a bit like the weird trap under the deep sea that the captain said. If you answer wrong or make the other party dissatisfied, you will be trapped in the sunken ship and will never be able to leave... Danitz chuckled and said:
"You said."
He decided to see what the other person was going to ask first.
Click, click, click, the paper continued to spit out, and a few new lines of words appeared above, with a strange red color, better than the moonlight outside the window.
"You will always long for those beautiful, powerful, mysterious women in your heart, longing for them to step on you under their feet and play with them in their hands, such as the noble Miss next to you, or the captain you have a crush on, right?"
What... what the hell?
Danitz thought he had read it wrong. He rubbed his eyes, took two steps closer and read the question again. His face suddenly turned red, as if there was a fire burning inside.
Nonsense! How could I possibly like that woman with an evil heart... No, that's not the point. How could it know that I was interested in the captain...
"Boring and ridiculous question."
He squeezed out a sentence from his pursed lips and pressed his finger again and again on the trigger of the revolver.
"Then let's change the question. You claim that you want to escape the captain's boring courses, but you always stop your vacation early and rush back to the ship as soon as possible. What is your reason?"
The firing pin inside the ticker was tapping rapidly, as if there was a Demon inside that knew everything and was typing out those embarrassing questions with a grin.
"I didn't!"
Danitz blurted out and unbuttoned the collar smoothly, feeling that the cold winter night was a bit hot.
"Answer Error. Next question, you often dream that 'Golden Dream' was hit hard, but you rescued your captain by chance, thus shortening the distance between the two parties, or even going one step further, yes or no."
This thing is a Demon, just like its owner Gehrman!
Danitz couldn't bear it anymore. He strode forward and stretched out his hands to dismantle this abominable machine into parts, put it into a box and give it to the abominable Adventurer who ordered him to monitor the radio all night long.
Suddenly, his body stopped, his hands and feet froze in place, and the clothes on his body were tied tightly in circles, clinging to his body, restricting all his movements.
The only movable eyeball turned to look to the side. Danitz found in despair that there was a man and a woman standing at the door of the living room. It was the Gehrman and Angelica that he had just been madly cursing in his heart.
"You guys, you guys are here. It just so happened that this Radio Telegraph received some information. I was about to check..."
He forced a smile on his face and said with a trembling voice.
Say it's okay, say you just came here... He shouted in his heart, trying to move God and send blessings.
"But didn't it already ask you three questions?"
Angel asked softly, grinning slightly, and manipulated the invisible thread to make Danitz, who suddenly started dancing again to break free, and even prepared to throw out flames to destroy Radio Telegraph, moved away from the table.
"If the flame in your hand falls on that machine, I will use your bounty to buy another one," said Klein, with a stern face and a calm tone. "By the way, do you know that your bounty has increased to 4,800 pounds?"
Danitz, who was struggling in the silk screen, suddenly stopped, as if all his strength had been drained from his body.