The Legend of the Ghost Ship

The Legend of the Ghost Ship

As he spoke, he turned around, took a clean glass from the shelf behind him, poured out more than half a glass of dark red liquor, and pushed it in front of Lorry.

Lorry nodded his thanks, then pushed the question back to him verbatim, "We're unfamiliar with this place, how could we possibly cause trouble right away?"

"As for the purpose, what do you think?"

"At least one thing is certain: that kid didn't come back specifically to see me." The Inn chuckled self-deprecatingly, his deep wrinkles deepening into a mound.

He then lowered his voice and fully demonstrated his expertise in information analysis as a former intelligence dealer to Lorry: "That kid is now working for Vice Admiral Iceberg," a woman who is a well-known figure even in a remote place like Norga.

"Given that her Pirate crew has always styled themselves as treasure Hunter, I guess your purpose in coming to Norga is related to that."

"There aren't many things here that can be called treasures."

One is a mountain god worshipped by the local indigenous people, and the other is a legendary Ghost Ship, or what the indigenous people call Demon's Emissary.

Mountain god? Could it be a primitive belief similar to the "Sea God" Kalvetua? Lorry's heart skipped a beat, but his expression remained unchanged.

The Inn gave him a deep look, a fleeting disappointment crossing his somewhat cloudy eyes. He tossed two roasted beans into his mouth and took a sip of his drink.

Lorry chuckled inwardly, ignoring the old man's probing, and took out about a hundred Verl D'Or from his pocket, asking in a very sincere tone, "I'm quite interested in both of the 'treasures' you mentioned. Would you mind telling me about them?"

The Inn glanced at the money on the counter, shook his head, and said, "There's nothing inconvenient about it. Take the money back."

"I'm not selling information anymore, and besides, you came with that kid."

Lorry wasn't surprised, and teased Danitz, "I thought this would be your reason for refusing to provide services or increase your pay."

The Inn paused for two seconds, then laughed, "You're quite interesting. You're obviously one of us from Intis."

"That's right. If he were the one sitting here, I wouldn't utter a single word unless he begged me for at least half an hour."

"That brat, he used to call me 'Uncle' all the time when he lived here, but he didn't even say a word when he left."

"No, I'm not from Intis," Lorry chuckled. "Judging from what he said, he probably also has concerns about getting into trouble and worrying about implicating you, right?"

The Inn spat, "At least he should have tried to send a message instead of leaving without a word. I thought he'd been sunk into the Fog Sea."

I went.

He didn't continue the topic, took a sip of his drink, and began to get down to business:

The mountain god "Flegrea" is the original religion of the natives of Norga and many nearby small islands. He disappeared after a great battle with the naval fleet.

The Navy announced that Flegrea was dead and his Corpse had fallen into the sea.

But that's probably not the case.

Lorry thought for a moment and said, "The deeper reasons for the complex situation in Norga?"

The Inn looked slightly surprised, clearly somewhat taken aback that Pirate mind was mostly filled with women and alcohol actually possessed a considerable level of political acumen.

He nodded, not denying Lorry's guess. "Forty-six years have passed since the Navy set foot on this land, but a large part of Norgar Island still belongs to the local natives."

"They couldn't have done this with the covert support of other forces alone."

"In addition, rumors often come from the west bank of the Norga River, saying that the chief of a certain tribe has sensed divine revelation and gained superhuman strength."

The Norga River serves as the dividing line; to the west lies the territory of the die-hard indigenous people.

"In most cases, they will not cross the Norga River; similarly, they will kill most of those who cross the border in a bloody and cruel manner."

The Intis and the Enlightened who betrayed their faith.

Only a few people can be exceptions.

"Therefore, I suspect that the Navy's propaganda is actually Lie, and that the mountain god ' Flegrea' is not dead and is still providing protection for his Believer."

Does the term "enlightened" who betray their faith refer to local natives like "Black Scorpion" who are willing to embrace Intis's colonial rule?

The Intis Navy leadership attempted to gradually reduce the anchorage of the "Mountain God" Flegrea through a relatively appeaseing colonial policy, thus worsening its condition.

But that's not right. According to Tego's memory, things don't seem to be like that—

At least "Black Scorpion" has a secret connection with the conservatives—he hasn't truly betrayed "Mountain God," otherwise how could he have gained their support?

In an instant, a multitude of thoughts arose in confusion.

After remarking, "The situation here is indeed quite complicated," Lorry collected his thoughts and banished them from his mind.

His target wasn't "Mountain God" Flegrea!

Why waste brain cells on this?

The Inn, his throat parched from talking, took several gulps of wine to moisten his throat, then continued, hiccuping, "As for the Ghost Ship, before the navy discovered this land, they were always called 'Demon's Emissary ' or ' Hell's Emissary ' by the locals."

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"Because every time it appears, someone mysteriously disappears and never reappears, as if they have been taken to hell by the Demon."

"Only upon the arrival of the naval colonial fleet did they discover that the so-called 'Demon's Emissary ' was actually a legendary Ghost Ship."

Unfortunately, their search attempts all ended in failure, and since then, rumors of Ghost Ship have rarely been heard again.

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"I've rarely heard of it again," Lorry asked casually. "So you mean this Ghost Ship reappeared later?"

The Inn looked up at him, nodded, and said, "Yes, it happened twice more."

"One time was thirty-two years ago, when the navy and the die-hard natives were locked in fierce fighting; another time was six years ago on a foggy winter day."

"They never appeared again, as if they had returned to hell."

Six years ago—judging from Danitz's age, the Ghost Ship incident he Record should be this one—unfortunately, he was too young and weak at the time, and also illiterate in the Mysticism, so he only recorded it as a Horror legend and did not know more about the inside story— Lorry thought with a slight regret.

At this moment, the Inn tilted his head back, finished the last bit of his drink, shrugged, and said, "That's it, that's all I know."

After saying that, he glanced at the still-present Verl D'Or on the counter, urged Lorry to take it quickly, tossed a roasted bean at it, and casually asked, "You're one of Vice Admiral Iceberg's men, just like that kid, right?"

What is your name?

Seeing that the other party was determined not to accept the coins, Lorry did not press the matter further. He took the coins and subtly stroked the White Bone Ring, deactivating the "Mind Reading" function.

He picked up his glass, downed it in one gulp, smiled, and said, "Jodson."