Is This Ship Too Big?

God War Ruins.

Luther kept his head down and remained motionless.

Next to him, Anderson made the same gesture.

They didn't suddenly fall ill or have a mental problem; they were using this method to protect themselves.

"Hush"

A loud neighing followed by the clatter of hooves and the rumble of wheels rang out simultaneously. These sounds easily reminded Luther of the magnificent steeds pulling a golden the Chariot that was galloping overhead.

But he dared not look up, dared not verify whether his guess was correct.

--Because Anderson warned him that looking directly at the Chariot would be extremely dangerous. Someone on their exploration Fleet had tried to do so, and the man was instantly vaporized by the sunlight, leaving only a pair of black, oily footprints on the deck.

The sunlight suddenly became incredibly intense, causing a burning sensation on my skin. Then, the light gradually dimmed and returned to its normal intensity.

Luther then raised his head.

Looking around, there was nothing in the sky; the Chariot and its horse had vanished.

"This place is really dangerous. We really need a guide who knows this area."

He thought to himself.

He didn't know enough about this place. If Anderson hadn't reminded him, he would never have known about this rule and would have been burned to the ground long ago for looking directly at the Sun Chariot.

In that light, taking Anderson with us was the right decision!

After regaining his composure, he turned to the Hunter beside him who had also looked up, "Let's continue the Ritual."

". good."

Anderson said.

Actually, they were just trying to hold Sacrificial Ritual, asking Anderson to pray to Mr. Fool so that He would "bestow" the ship that the Hanged Man had bought onto them.

Luther had already informed Mr. [Fool] about this matter beforehand. Only after receiving the approval of that mysterious being did he tell Anderson the corresponding Honorific Name.

Standing before the altar prepared on the beach, Anderson took a deep breath and then solemnly called out the name in Ancient Hermes:

"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era."

Meanwhile, Above the Gray Fog.

"They actually offered it as a sacrifice!"

Looking at the enormous sailboat in front of him, Klein exclaimed from the bottom of his heart.

This is a brand new two-masted sailboat, 18 meters long, with sturdy planks and flexible canvas. When it floats on the Gray Fog, it looks quite impressive.

However, maneuvering it across the Ocean is not such a simple matter.

Klein held a copy of "The Sailing Manual" in his hand, flipping through it with great interest.

This was compiled by the Hanged Man based on his own experience sailing, and it contains a wealth of information, including methods for operating sails, how to turn around and change direction, how to identify wind direction and weather, and how to select islands, among other things.

Being a captain is really not an easy job.

Klein thought to himself.

With so much to learn, can Luther really master it all? And sailboats require multiple people to operate; they only have two people. How are they going to make the boat move smoothly?

However, since he dared to ask for it, he must have a way to resolve it.

Just then, Klein heard illusory, layered prayers echoing in his ears. He noticed ripples of light spreading outwards from in front of a high-backed chair. The high-backed chair containing these ripples did not belong to any member of the Tarot Club.

This must be the Hunter Luther was talking about, Klein thought with a hint of anticipation. Then, he extended his Spirituality and touched the spot of light.

"Brush!"

The moment he made contact, an image of a praying man appeared before him. He saw a blond man chanting incantations in front of an altar.

He was saying:

Your faithful followers pray for your attention;

Please accept his offering;

We implore you to open the gates of your kingdom.

"Creak--"

A phantom gate formed on the Gray Fog and slowly opened under Klein's instigation.

"It's reacting! It's actually reacting!"

Anderson said in shock, looking at the illusory gate that had formed in front of the altar.

The world beyond the door was indescribable. He saw profound light and shadow, Pure Lights containing vast knowledge, and above them, a thick gray Gray Fog, and Above the Gray Fog that, an ancient Palace overlooking the Real World.

Such powerful pressure.

Anderson lowered his head with a strange shudder. This Fool gave him a profound and lofty feeling, seemingly no less than True God!

"Hurry up and get the paperwork done."

Luther, who was standing nearby, reminded him.

"Huh? Oh?"

Anderson snapped out of his daze and respectfully held a stack of banknotes above his head. This was the money Luther had handed over to the Hanged Man, a total of 3,400 pounds, including 3,000 for the ship's fare, 300 for commission, and 100 for supplies. A suction force then came from behind the illusory door, and the banknotes were swept up and passed through the door.

And a moment later.

"Call!"

The already magnificent sacrificial gate suddenly became even larger, expanding to resemble the gate of a large warehouse. A section of a ship's prow slowly emerged from within the gate.

Anderson immediately felt the pressure; a great deal of his Spirituality was drained away in a short period of time!

"Hold on!"

Luther shouted from behind him and rushed to the altar.

Because the object to be transported was so large, they did not create Wall of Spirituality to separate the inside from the outside. As Luther ran over, a strong Gale arose around his body, which forcefully held up the bottom of the ship.

Anderson stared intently at the large ship slowly emerging from behind the door, a surge of immense hope welling up within him.

Finally!

After being stranded on the island for so long, I'm finally going to be free!

At this point, without Luther's prompting, he immediately focused all his energy and maintained a full output of Spirituality.

But as the sailboat gradually took shape, Anderson's smile faded.

It seems a bit too big?

Anderson had originally planned for a small boat that could only accommodate two or three people, enough to get them out of the water. But the sailboat in front of them clearly required more than ten people to maneuver. How were they going to operate such a large sailboat?

As he was thinking this, the entire ship had already emerged from behind the door.

Luther had no idea what Anderson was thinking. He used the wind to propel the ship, smoothly bringing the brand-new vessel to the nearshore waters, and then boarded it.

Hmm, it smells like new wood.

Luther opened the cabin and inspected it, finding stored food, kegs of light beer, and other supplies—the remaining 100 pounds were mainly used for these purposes.

The Hanged Man is still quite reliable.

He thought to himself, picked up the <Boat Handbook> from a barrel, and quickly flipped through it.

"Don't just stand there, get on the boat."

He turned to Anderson and said.

Anderson quickly ended the Sacrificial Ritual. After sensing the Fool's power fading away, he tidied up the altar and waded onto the boat.

"Can we sail this boat away?"

He couldn't help but ask.

"Certainly."

Luther glanced at him and said confidently.