A moment later, Fors arrived in a magnificent palace filled with gray fog. An indistinct figure sat upright on a Bronze Chair, looking down at her from above, his tone placid:
"You may call me Mr. Fool."
Chapter 170: Pirate Gathering
Saturday.
The Sonia Sea.
Alger sat in the captain's cabin of the Blue Revenge with a mug of malt beer, gazing at Dead Volcano Island nearby. Ships with upright masts and sails hanging from them docked one after another, crowding the sizable pier.
Even from afar, the pirates' songs, roars, laughter, curses, and cheers could be heard. The atmosphere immediately affected the crew of the Blue Revenge as well, and everyone was eager to dock and join this rare pirate celebration.
Knock, knock, knock.
Just then, a series of knocks suddenly came from the Suitcase on the table. Alger immediately put down his mug and, as agreed with Mr. The Tower, placed the Suitcase on the floor.
Half a minute later, the Suitcase was pushed open from within, and a refined-looking young man in his early twenties wearing Gold-Rimmed Glasses stepped out.
A faint smile rested on his face. "We finally meet, Mr. Hanged Man."
Having his Tarot Club identity exposed in "reality" for the first time left Alger slightly uncomfortable. He nodded. "Mr. The Tower?"
"That's right."
The two shook hands.
Since he had completely digested the Mental Patient potion, Edward did not intend to attend the Pirate Gathering wearing Gehrman Sparrow's face this time, lest he invite unnecessary trouble.
Danitz climbed out after him. The instant he and Alger met each other's eyes, surprise appeared on both their faces. Neither had expected to see the other here.
"Flame Danitz?"
Danitz immediately denied it. "I'm not Flame Danitz! I'm Fire Fist Ace!"
"???"
Alger froze. *Aren't you lying