Blood of a Sauron Descendant

Klein had already begun preparations before Reinette Tinekerr brought back Luther's letter.

He carefully studied Helene Sauron's psychology, considering how to perfectly Acting her demeanor. Incidentally, he captured a Luck pirate in Bayam's harbor and fed him to "Creeping Hunger," who would later prove useful on Tracy's ship.

"Brush."

A chilling wind blew, and a tall, elegantly dressed Miss Messenger in a black gown forced her way out of the void, one of her heads carrying Luther's reply.

That's pretty fast.

Klein thought to himself, reaching out to take it, but felt a slight resistance.

He was somewhat surprised to see the Miss Messenger's four heads facing him at the same time.

"His body retained the aura of an evil god."

Evil God?

Luther has been fighting against various evil gods, so it's normal for him to have residual aura, right? Wait, she wasn't this concerned when she delivered the message last time. So, it's an evil god Luther encountered recently?

You mean the "Mother Tree of Desire," right?

Klein recalled what Luther had told him at the Transmigrators' Gathering, "He had just been attacked by Him."

"But he..." "seems" "Corrosion"

The Miss Messenger continued, a strange look on her face.

Oh, she probably meant to say, why is it that Luther, despite being attacked by an evil god, is still able to maintain his mental sanity? Don't even mention you, I'd like to know too; he's been like this since Tingen!

Klein realized what was happening and smiled, saying, "He naturally has his secrets."

At the same time, Klein also felt curious. Reinette Tinekerr had always appeared very indifferent, but now she was showing obvious emotional fluctuations towards the "Mother Tree of Desire"—why was that?

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The Miss Messenger stared intently at Klein with her four heads and eight eyes. She said nothing more, but took a step back and left the Real World.

"If you really care that much, why don't you ask him yourself?" Klein muttered to himself, opening the envelope.

"Clatter."

A peculiar talisman fell out of the envelope. It was engraved with mysterious patterns and felt soft and warm to the touch, even giving him the sensation of living Flesh.

"Hiss"

Klein unfolded the accompanying letter, on which Luther had written very briefly:

[I carried it with me when I boarded the ship, so I can pinpoint its location. Its activation incantation is the Hermes for "Puppet."]

"Anderson, gather everyone together, we're about to leave."

"Departure? Where to?"

"I don't know, but let's just head the boat that way first."

After sensing the orientation of his talisman, Luther stretched out his finger and pointed south.

"Ah?"

Anderson glanced at his captain, somewhat speechless, and seeing that the other man didn't seem to be joking, asked again, "What about the target?"

"Objective: Kill 'Vice Admiral of Ailment' Tracy and utterly Destruction her Fleet."

Luther said it casually.

Anderson paused for a moment, then quickly realized what was happening.

"Yes!"

He quickly ran out of the Captain's Cabin and began calling to the crew. Soon, a commotion arose outside: footsteps running on the deck, shouts of hoisting the sails, Sailor yelling as they checked supplies, and of course, vulgar insults exchanged between them.

After a while of excitement, Luther clearly felt a sway under his feet, and the scenery outside the window began to move backward.

The sea breeze is nice today; hopefully the Fleet will arrive in time.

After that, Luther stayed in the Captain's Cabin. Every now and then, he would sense the location of the runes and adjust the course accordingly. To be honest, it was a bit tedious and boring.

"Medici, are you awake? Come out and have a chat with me."

Luther called out to the evil spirit in his heart.

Medici gave a dismissive laugh.

"I don't think we're close enough to have a proper conversation."

He said.

"We're business partners now, so it's reasonable for us to communicate occasionally," Luther said, ignoring the sarcasm in his tone. "Actually, I have a few questions I'd like to ask you."

"Ask me for advice? Haha, that's quite a polite way of putting it."

Medici laughed, "But why should I tell you?"

"Just for this."

Luther opened his palm, and in the center, a vial of blood shimmered a beautiful red in the Sun. It was the blood of "Red-haired Helene," the blood of a direct descendant of the Sauron Family.

"Um?"

The next instant, Luther immediately sensed the strangeness of the evil spirit within his body. It spread its Spirituality and carefully examined the vial of blood.

"This is... the scent of my blood relative."

The Angel ancestor of the Sauron Family spoke in a deep voice.

"So, do you want it?"

Luther laughed, "If you want it, then answer my question properly."

Medici had previously requested that he bring Sophia, a direct descendant of the Einhorn Family, onto the ship, so he speculated that the blood of the descendants might play an important role for them, the three-in-one evil spirits.

"Medici, answer him."

"Don't be a useless piece of trash; do something of value."

Before Medici could react, the remaining spiritual remnants of the other two ancestors couldn't hold back any longer and spoke up directly.

"Even if I'm useless, I'm still not as good as the two of you. The only thing you can do is open your mouths and spout nonsense." Medici mocked the two first, then spoke to Luther, "Alright, you win. What do you want to know? It'd better be something valuable, otherwise I'm too lazy to answer, hehe."

He's finally willing to answer. Klein's blood sample wasn't collected in vain.

Luther took a deep breath, adjusted his mindset slightly, and slowly asked, "Who seduced the 'Dark Angel,' leading to the betrayal? And what is the ' Dark Angel ''s' connection to the Rose Redemption?"

This is the information [Sun] learned in "Afternoon Town," Luther wants to get a clearer answer from the person involved.

Medici's laughter stopped abruptly, as if he had been punched in the face and fell into a sudden silence.

Where did you hear about this?

After a moment, He asked coldly.

"Medici, are you having a bad memory? It seems like I'm the one asking you now, isn't it?"

Luther would never tell him.

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Medici remained silent. Although nestled within Luther's body, he slowly released an invisible pressure, and the atmosphere in the Captain's Cabin began to grow heavy.

"Meow"

Luna, who had been lying down, was startled awake. She Consciousness stood up and wanted to run to Luther's side for comfort, but after running a few steps, she realized that the source of the danger was Luther, and she hesitated for a moment.

"Captain!"

Anderson's voice came from outside, "Ten minutes have passed, should we adjust the direction?"

"Adjust the temperature 3 degrees further west."

Luther replied.

After Anderson left, he continued to think to himself, "So, what's your answer?"