Thousands of miles away, on an unnamed island southwest of Hakata Port.
Navy Admiral Emilius Livett The clothes and pants on his body had long been dried in the scorching sun during the day, and were hanging crumpled on his body. He could have used his extraordinary power to make some changes that would benefit his image, but there was not a single ghost on the island, so there was no need for it.
His hawk-like eyes kept scanning the nearby coastline, looking for the legendary ghost ship, but found nothing.
On the island for a day and a night, he had visited every inch of the coast. Unless this Trensoest Empire warship could sail on land, he should have discovered something long ago.
The only possibility is that it has been driven away by someone else...
Kicking away the stone blocking the road, and listening to the soft sound of it falling into the sea below the cliff, Emilius didn't feel too disappointed in his heart.
That's the good thing about not having high hopes – and not being too disappointed.
His emotional management has always been very good.
After taking a look at Moon, which was almost full and covering Earth Mother with brilliant brilliance, Emilius sighed softly, turned around and walked towards the beach not far away.
Since the secret operation to find Ghost Ship failed, he had to go home tonight, otherwise he would not be able to return to Oravi Island within the agreed time. That Mad Adventurer had been "Navy Admiral" for a long time, and he didn't know if it would cause some mess that he couldn't clean up.
Humph, anyway, as long as his brother Auston is still the governor, his mistress Cynthia doesn't wear a strange hat on him, and the royal family's spy Lü'er An doesn't see any problems, he can solve other small things.
At the top of the mountain behind him, a figure of Black-haired Barefoot stood in the air, and his golden eyes glanced at Emilius who was leaving in despair.
"Hmph."
She hummed softly and raised her right hand. The originally smooth and white palm had a strange mark that was symmetrical on the left and right, with different top and bottom, and looked like a building in a heavy rain.
This seemed to be a simplified version of the "Calamity" Charm that tried to kill her that day, but there was no trace of destruction or disaster.
"The connection has actually deepened?"
Anne whispered in confusion, looking up to the northeast, as if looking at a certain location thousands of miles away.
Then, black lines flashed around her, outlining the outline of a huge three-masted warship.
The mast of the sailing ship that seems to be in Spirit World has not yet been erected, and the deck is still vacant, but it has initially acquired the power of the legendary warship that was famous as Five Seas two thousand years ago.
In the bedroom that became dark and quiet again, Klein stared at the wreckage that was still smoking, but the internal changes and pollution had been wiped out by the holy light Purification. After a long time, he reached out and picked up a necklace that had fallen on the wreckage. It hung a pendant that looked like a shrunken rhinoceros horn. It looked like there was no Spirituality left, but their intuition told them that all the changes tonight came from it.
Mother Tree of Desire, Naturism Sect, weird nights, enlarged desires... Angel and Klein still have various doubts in their minds, but most of the questions were buried with the death of Cynthia, and the rest still need further investigation.
Neither of them mentioned Spirit Channeling or divination. Even Demigod would not dare to get involved in this obvious pollution. The only way to deal with it is to Purification everything in the flames.
The naked guards and servants around them who were desperately entangled with others a few minutes ago have now got rid of the endless desires in their hearts and passed out. However, looking at their noses and mouths that have stopped bleeding, and listening to their relatively steady breathing, there should be no life-threatening injuries.
Of course, it is still very necessary to find Orthodox Church for a certain degree of treatment afterwards. Faced with this kind of pollution that is no less than "True Creator", no one can be too cautious.
In fact, the pollution caused by "Mother Tree of Desire" mentioned by Cynthia was much stronger than the several "evil god incidents" the two of them had seen before. It suddenly turned an ordinary person into a mutated creature with a combat power almost equal to that of Sequence 5. This was unheard of even in Nighthawks's internal files, let alone the aura that spread throughout the building, making people's inner desires extremely high.
Of course, the only exception is Megose who appeared in Tingen five months ago, but that was the vessel in which the descendants of the evil god descended, almost equivalent to an incomplete divine descent!
Could it be that "Mother Tree of Desire" is also an evil God whose personality is similar to "True Creator"? Rather than the original belief like "Sea God" Kalvetua?
Thinking about it in her mind, Angel and Klein checked around the unconscious servants separately to avoid missing some special cases with serious injuries. Then, she looked at Klein, who still looked like Emilius and had a sense of majesty, and asked:
"What's next? Do you want to end this 'commission'?"
"If I run away now, this Navy Admiral will definitely attribute all the problems to me. I can only stay, take care of everything, and wait for him to explain face to face when he comes back."
Klein shook his head and replied softly. Seeing that Angel had a tendency to gradually come closer, he quietly took two steps back, turned his body sideways, and avoided the other party's sight, hiding the abnormality in his body that had appeared since he woke up from his dream.
But "Faceless"'s instinct still allowed him to detect the changes in the other person's expression and gaze.
"By the way, why are you here tonight?"
In order to ease the embarrassment, Klein asked casually, but looked away, pretending to search for clues left on the battlefield.
"Of course it's divination. I'm an expert in divination..." As if he had expected this question, Angel showed a sly smile and took a few steps closer. "I've seen it all in Magic Mirror. For example, did your performance go well these days, did you reveal your identity, and... a strange dream?"
"Dream, what dream?"
Trying his best to keep his expression unchanged, Klein turned around and asked, his tone confident and his eyes unflinching.
This response made Angel feel a little guilty. She really couldn't explain the strange scene she saw in her dream, especially when she finally discovered that the person under Klein was herself, which made her feel an inexplicable shyness.
Moreover, the battle in this bedroom, as well as the lustful smell and stirred desire that filled the room, made her cheeks red and her body hot. At this time, recalling the scene in Magic Mirror Divination, she couldn't speak. She could only hum softly, turned her head and said nothing.
Seeing that he had won in words, a smile appeared on Klein's face again. He was about to pursue the victory and turn his back on the guest, but there was a humming sound behind him. He looked back and saw that it was the blond secretary Lü'er An who was knocked into the corner by a tree branch and passed out under Cynthia's desperate roar. The latter had regained some consciousness and was moving with his hands and feet, as if he was about to open his eyes.
"You leave first, I..."
He quickly looked in the direction of Angel, only to find that the other party had disappeared without a trace. At the same time, the "isolation" power that enveloped the surroundings dissipated, and the scarlet Red Moon in the sky shed light on the building again.
With a trace of disappointment and a trace of joy, Klein walked slowly to Lü'er An and found that his neatly combed, shiny blond hair had some traces of corrosion when it was "taken away" by the buds of the branches, and then hit his head on the wall. But this injury is not serious to a Beyonder who is at least Sequence 6, and may even be Sequence 5, so instead of squatting down to rescue, he kicked the secretary with his toes who started to squirm unconsciously.
This is what a superior person does, and besides, he was not respectful to me just now... He thought, adding a few more kicks, kicking Lü'er An awake directly, and looked at him blankly.
The strength of these kicks brought with it some personal emotions.
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