How Could Mr. Hanged Man Be So Bad?!

Seeing Alger leading the group aboard the ghost ship, Morien raised an eyebrow beneath his mask.

He remembered that Alger had killed the original ghost ship captain on the very day Klein's first Tarot Club gathering ended.

And this period happened to be roughly around the time of the Clover.

In other words, Alger had only joined the Tarot Club not long ago.

Guh, why wasn't I there?

I was clearly the one who came first.

I was going to become the resentment of a fate that had gone unchosen.

Looking at Alger in the distance, Morien waved in greeting.

"Ah, senbei, Ciallo~(∠・ω<)⌒★."

Alger frowned, realizing that things were not so simple.

The voice had appeared directly in his mind. He had never heard those sounds before, yet he could understand them.

Hmm... it even came with an incomprehensible emoticon.

For some reason, it felt a little disgusting.

Was this a mental attack?

How insidious.

After a brief moment of thought, Alger concluded that there was no need to start a conflict with the other party here.

He had only come over because he had spotted a passenger ship in turmoil and wanted to see whether he could make some extra money.

Since the other ship had Beyonders aboard, he needed to weigh the risks.

He immediately raised his left hand, intending to signal the sailors behind him to "turn back." At the same time, he slipped his other hand into his coat pocket and gripped something.

The only thing troubling him was whether making the sailors behind him come all this way for nothing would affect his newly acquired position as "acting captain."

Thus, he delayed giving the next order.

At that moment, Morien's voice appeared in his mind again.

"Your name is Alger?" Morien asked as he looked at the blue-haired captain of the ghost ship.

Alger's brows twitched slightly, but he neither denied it nor answered.

He had not expected anyone to recognize him.

"Heh." Seeing Alger remain silent, Morien chuckled. Standing at the side of the ship, he stepped forward twice and placed a hand on the railing. "How about we talk alone?"

He beckoned.

"Come on, come on."

Watching Morien's actions, Alger noticed some unrest among the crew behind him.

Because only Alger could hear Morien's voice, the other sailors behind Alger saw only a strange masked freak standing at the bow, staring at their acting captain and occasionally making odd gestures.

And their captain seemed to share a tacit understanding with the masked freak, easily grasping what he meant.

The sailors exchanged looks.

Wasn't this obviously an undercover agent?

Alger paused for two seconds before answering.

"You said you wanted me to come over and speak with you alone, but your voice is already appearing directly in my head. How is that any different from speaking alone?"

He exposed Morien's actions directly in front of everyone.

If he did not make it clear, Alger felt that the other crew members of the Blue Avenger might join forces and throw him into the sea the moment he turned around.

Morien spread his hands, shook his head, and made a "sighing" gesture.

"Honestly, I just wanted to make a deal with you."

"How could you make things difficult for a mute?"

Morien used the skill Moral Kidnapping.

It dealt 0 damage.

Alger remained unmoved.

His expression was very easy to read.

Really?

I don't believe you.

Alger had already decided to leave.

He had gotten scammed the moment they met. There was no way to play this.

Since his plan to take advantage of the situation had not been carried out, there should not be any irreconcilable conflict between them...

"Are you interested in the Wind-blessed potion formula?" Morien's voice immediately halted Alger's movements.

But Alger was not excited. He was nervous.

The other party had called him by name directly, so Alger was not surprised that he knew Alger was a Beyonder of the Sailor pathway.

If Morien had proposed trading a Sequence 8 or Sequence 7 potion, Alger would not have been surprised.

However, he already possessed the Sequence 7 Seafarer potion formula.

He had obtained that formula less than a day ago and had not even had time to memorize it.

Yet the other party already knew.

The person before him knew not only his pathway and sequence, but even that he had a Sequence 7 potion formula in his possession.

Alger felt cold sweat forming in his palms, but his expression remained unchanged.

Though nervous, he had to admit that Morien's proposal had genuinely interested him.

He made a "wait" gesture to the sailors behind him, then took two steps forward to the side of the ship.

"What do you want?" he asked in a low voice.

"I need a Nightmare Demon Eye cornea, a piece of Cursed Crystal, seventy milliliters of Nightmare Demon Eye pus, and ten grams of a Cursed Crystal byproduct," Morien immediately replied.

As for the rest, he still needed a sheet of paper recording someone else's secrets and thirteen drops of rosemary essential oil.

He could handle those himself. They were easy to obtain; there was essential oil aboard the ship.

This was the potion formula for Mystery Pryer.

Morien had once read Cuttlefish's public account and seen the Third Blasphemy Slate, so he knew the formulas and abilities of all twenty-two pathways.

Originally, he had not possessed such an excellent memory.

But after merging with three versions of himself, even without counting any Beyonder abilities, his memory had become three times better than an ordinary human's.

With the mask's enhancement as well, digging up a little knowledge from his mind was not difficult.

Nightmare Demon Eye...

Alger repeated the term silently in his mind.

Which pathway's potion ingredient was that?

Alger pondered in silence.

"No need to guess. This is the Mystery Pryer potion formula." Morien smiled. "The remaining two ingredients are a sheet of paper recording someone else's secrets and thirteen drops of rosemary essential oil."

"Anyway, it's not particularly valuable information. Consider it a gift."

Having received a free potion formula, Alger was not pleased. Instead, his expression became slightly uglier.

The free ones were the most expensive.

Alger had always believed in that famous saying of Emperor Roselle's.

Leaving aside whether the formula was real, he did not need it at all.

But unlike a tangible object, a formula could not be returned.

Morien had directly stuffed its contents into his mind. He could not exactly ask the other party to brainwash him and make him forget it.

His thoughts raced, and Alger immediately made a decision.

"So you mean that you want to exchange a Sequence 7 Seafarer potion formula for some materials?" Alger leaned forward, gripping the railing with both hands as he spoke.

Sequence 7?

Morien froze for less than a second before understanding.

Alger wanted to keep this Sequence 6 formula all to himself.

If the deal really went through, Alger would hand over the Sequence 7 formula he had acquired through a special channel to the other crew members.

That way, he could not only advance to Sequence 7 openly and legitimately without worrying about an investigation by the Church of Storms, but also prepare in advance for his next advancement.

Morien raised a hand to adjust his mask and nodded with a smile.

"Yes, but I also want a little gold pound."

He made a "just a little" gesture.

This was extortion.

But Alger knew very well that Morien had understood his meaning.

Alger smiled in satisfaction.

Talking to smart people was comfortable.

"I need to discuss it with my crew. After all, these are shared assets of the ship, not mine alone."

He even wanted to use the ship's collective property to buy this formula!

Oh my god, how could Mr. Hanged Man be so bad!

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