I Should Get a Messenger Too

The Sonia Sea, on the route between Toscarter Island and Oravi Island.

"Swish, swish"

Philia scrubbed the Armored Up vigorously, working it from top to bottom for a while before stopping.

"Call--"

After finishing the final tasks, I stretched my slightly sore neck and let out a long sigh of relief. Looking around, I saw the boundless blue Sea echoing the azure sky. The morning sun was shining brightly, dyeing the clouds in the sky and the waves on the sea into a dazzling gold.

Faced with such a magnificent view, Philia had no heart to appreciate it; instead, she shook her head with a philosophical air.

The life of a pirate was very different from what he had imagined, and after the initial excitement of boarding the ship faded, he began to feel disillusioned.

First of all, sailing itself is a very grueling experience. The ship is constantly rocking with the waves, making you feel like your brain is going to come out. The surrounding scenery is always the same, just seawater, seawater, and more seawater; even the most beautiful scenery will become tiresome after a while.

Secondly, pirates were expected to follow rules.

The Sailor made it clear to everyone: gambling, theft, and private fights were strictly prohibited on board; any conflict had to be resolved openly. In the event of battle, everyone had to participate; cowards would be eliminated without mercy.

During raids, keeping any loot for oneself is strictly prohibited, and all spoils must be distributed fairly. The captain, first mate, Sailor each receive double, while the helmsman, gunner, medic, carpenter, and others receive one and a half. Those who make outstanding contributions during the battle receive additional rewards. According to the Sailor, these are the basic rules of piracy.

The seemingly barbaric and fierce pirates are actually quite reasonable!

As a newcomer with no "work experience," he not only had to do all sorts of odd jobs, but also had to undergo combat training, leaving him exhausted every day.

What I yearn for is the pirate life—the kind where you can do whatever you want, Destruction all your enemies, and make the entire sea tremble at the mere mention of your name.

Philia thought to herself sullenly.

The sea breeze caressed him as he stood there resting for a while, deep in thought, before picking up his bucket and brush and heading into the cabin. He still had a lot of work to do.

When will I be able to stop doing menial tasks and become a great man like the captain?

Philia thought to herself as she looked toward the direction of the Captain's Cabin.

Suddenly, he saw something ethereal flash by, like the head of a woman with pale golden hair. It seemed to pass through the walls and enter the Captain's Cabin.

"!"

Philia stared wide-eyed, frozen in place, overwhelmed by a mixture of fear and confusion.

Ghost?

Did I see it wrong?

Impossible, it's clearly just a floating head!

It's Daytime, so why is it haunted?

For a moment, Philia was so frightened that he almost screamed. But when he remembered that the Sailor, who was more stern and terrifying than a ghost, had said that no shouting was allowed on the ship, he managed to hold back.

The Captain's Cabin the Doe.

"Klein is actually quite capable."

Luther looked at the messenger in front of him and thought to himself.

This is a tall woman. She wears an intricately patterned black dress with a clean, smooth cut at the neck. In each hand, she holds a head with pale blonde hair; all four heads have the same face, radiant and majestic.

Not only was his appearance unique, but Luther could also tell that this messenger's strength was not to be underestimated.

"Postage." "One." "Coin."

The Miss Messenger's four heads all looked at Luther and spoke in turn. The last head, which hadn't spoken, handed over a letter.

"Boom!"

Luther felt a loud bang in his head, followed by a stinging pain in his eyes. Through his slightly blurred vision, he saw that the messenger's presence had blurred and transformed into a large, eerie Rag Doll. The Rag Doll's body was covered in strange patterns, and its head had been cut off and was lying in its arms.

What does this mean? This guy's rank is clearly higher than Demigod!

"Captain, what is this ship we're on?"

Just as Luther was on high alert, Anderson pushed open the door to the captain's Captain's Cabin, walked in, and asked the messenger curiously.

"Messenger."

Luther said briefly, taking the letter handed to him. He knew that with Anderson's knowledge, he should know what Spirit World messenger was.

Then he witnessed Anderson's suicidal moment.

"A messenger, no wonder."

Anderson stroked his chin, scrutinizing the other man, and clicked his tongue in admiration, "There's a bloody beauty to it, cough cough!"

Before he could finish speaking, his hands moved uncontrollably, gripping his own neck tightly and refusing to let go. The force was so great that his tongue stuck out and he foamed at the mouth. The messenger, however, didn't even flinch.

Ability similar to that of Wraith.

Luther took out a Coin and handed it over, then--

"Brush!"

A dark, deep Greatsword appeared instantly, was grasped by Luther, and slashed vertically down in the air between the messenger and Anderson.

"Cough cough."

A flash of dark light appeared, as if some invisible connection had been severed. Anderson's hands, which were gripping his neck, instantly loosened, and he began to cough loudly, struggling to breathe.

"My first mate is impolite, please excuse him."

Luther said calmly, "I have received the letter, thank you very much."

No matter what, Anderson is now one of our own, and it's not up to the other side to teach him a lesson.

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The Miss Messenger's four heads turned simultaneously, looking at Luther, their gazes lingering for a moment on his swaying shadow and the dark Greatsword. Just as Luther thought she was about to do something, she took a step back and vanished from the Real World.

"I'm sorry, Captain, I've caused you trouble."

Anderson caught his breath and bowed his head in apology.

"It's alright. Did you forget to use the 'Misfortune Charm' regularly? Remember to use it on time."

Luther remained expressionless as he opened the letter, saying, "We're almost at Oravi Island. Don't die before then."

"Okay, I've got it."

Anderson replied that, seeing that Luther wanted to read the letter, he went outside to wait.

"To be honest, this messenger is really amazing," Luther thought to himself, unfolding the letter. There, written by Klein, was the letter explaining how to summon the messenger and establish Contract.

This letter serves as a follow-up to the Transmigrators' Gathering.

The letter was divided into two parts: the first part concerned the messenger, and the second part contained information about "Vice Admiral of Ailment." According to the intelligence obtained by Klein after his investigation, the bounty for finding Red-haired Helene did indeed come from Vice Admiral of Ailment, and there seemed to be some kind of forbidden relationship between the two.

Heh, that seems reasonable. It appears that the "Ailment Maiden" was originally a man and still retains her original preferences.

Luther thought with a cold smile.

The Pathway Demoness seems to inevitably bring about changes in appearance. If Cecilia could reach this point, what would she look like, given her already stunning beauty?

His eyes dimmed for a moment, then he put away the letter and burned it to ashes.