The two of them walked along the plank leading to the upper deck and boarded the Three-Masted Sailing Ship.
A blue-haired man in a priest's robe painted with storms and lightning stepped forward. He slammed his right fist against his left chest with exaggerated force, making a booming sound and revealing the linen shirt beneath his robe.
"Storm above, you've finally arrived."
Watching Hanged Man Alger Wilson solemnly perform the ritual greeting of a Storm Believer, Angel suppressed a smile and nodded.
"Time is short, but there are many places to visit. When can we set sail?"
Today, she wore fitted clothes suitable for movement beneath a long trench coat, similar to how she had dressed in Tingen. She had also used the "Hypocrite" ring to disguise her face to some extent, concealing her pale blond hair, which had grown past her shoulders, and her uncommon violet eyes.
However, so that she could still alter her appearance with cosmetics and a wig without using the dangerous side effects of "Hypocrite," she had not changed her features too much. Thus, the moment she stepped onto the deck, the busy sailors all glanced her way, their gazes openly lingering on her chest, waist, and hips. Only when Alger gave them a cold look did they pretend to resume working.
"Once this batch of supplies is loaded aboard, we can set sail. Did you bring the advance payment?"
"I did. Three hundred pounds in total. The other half will be paid after the voyage ends."
Angel answered loudly, taking a prepared envelope from the inner pocket of her coat and handing it to him.
Alger counted the banknotes in front of the sailors, then nodded.
"That's right, it's all here. Will you rest in the inner cabins, or stay on deck and enjoy