Unraveling the Mystery

Two seconds later, Danitz looked at Yamaha, who was curled up in a ball, Trembling in the center of Lorry's palm, and couldn't help but open his mouth in astonishment:

Why doesn't it bite you?

Hearing the slight disappointment in his tone, Lorry immediately understood that this guy probably misunderstood that he had deliberately messed with him and was plotting revenge.

Seriously... Am I really that bored...? He thought to himself, speechless.

The moment the glass jar was opened and the little guy was released, he rolled to the ground as if startled and ran straight to the Fourth Sailor-in-Charge next to him.

It has absolutely nothing to do with me.

With a disgruntled glance at Danitz, Lorry looked away, then lowered his head to examine the Yamaha in his hand, beginning to use his "Mystery Pryer" abilities to uncover the Truth.

The Yamaha has a habit of hiding underground and secretly feeding on blood... Its sucker-like tissue on its abdomen allows it to adhere tightly to a person's skin... Only Danitz, being an "Pyromaniac" with excellent physical abilities, was able to pull it off with his bare hands; it would be almost impossible for an ordinary person to do so...

Its mouthparts are extremely sharp, easily digging into the soil and piercing human skin... it is its most important organ, bar none...

The black outer layer covering its back is very hard, making the Yamaha a type of insect) difficult to kill, further enhancing its survival ability...

Upon regaining its freedom, it headed straight for Danitz, perhaps because the blood of Beyonder was rich in Spirituality, making it a more palatable food for it. Loading... "I don't actually know much," it said, a look of reminiscence on its face.

"Back then, the uncle asked me to help him process the ingredients... Although its insect shell looks similar to other insects, it is almost a single piece."

"And it's very sturdy; it's difficult to open unless you use a knife, but that can easily damage the inside, so you need to have enough skill to peel it off."

"The specific method is to use a blade or similar object to pry open the gap between its head and carapace, and pull out the edible parts directly."

"Its structure is relatively simple. You just need to remove the blood sacs at the head and tail, wash it clean with water, and then burn it... cough, I don't need to say more, right?"

Lorry nodded slightly and silently handed over the Yamaha.

"Strange... it really doesn't bite you..." Danitz muttered under his breath, chuckling as he glanced at Lorry with a questioning look.

"Let me demonstrate," Lorry replied succinctly.

"Uh, okay." Danitz readily agreed, then quickly added, "Wait a moment, I'll go find Mia and borrow her herb-cutting knife."

Lorry reached out to stop him. "No need for that."

Having said that, he took out a hastily conceived short dagger from his pocket and placed it, along with Yamaha, into the hand of the Fourth Sailor-in-Charge.

Danitz glanced back with a strange expression, as if to say:

Dogshit... Just how much stuff is in your pockets?

He opened his mouth as if to speak, then closed it again, skillfully twirling his knife, pinching Yamaha's head and abdomen with two fingers, and thrusting the knife into the opening he had just described.

Then, with a slight movement of the wrist, a click was heard.

"Should we kill it?" Danitz, pinching Yamaha's head, pulled it out completely and looked up to ask Lorry's opinion.

After glancing at the writhing insect body, Lorry shook his head without hesitation.

Living organisms have greater research value.

Danitz didn't say anything more, reached out and handed the Yamaha over, casually introducing it. "That black thing at the tail is its blood sac."

Lorry took it and nodded slightly without saying a word.

He lowered his gaze to observe the creature whose head was covered in a black insect-like membrane, whose body was mostly white and plump, and whose tail had a black and red pouch-like organ.

The structure is relatively simple; the body seems to only be responsible for transporting blood, while the head and blood sacs are responsible for hunting and storing food, respectively...

Thinking this, Lorry suddenly had a thought and looked at the blood sac at the tail. His Spirituality intuition told him:

The secret of Yamaha is hidden here!

"A discovery?" Danitz raised an eyebrow, noticing this.

Lorry shook his head slightly:

"It's not certain yet; we need to take another look."

Intuition aside, he couldn't find anything special about the blood sac.

As he spoke, Lorry tightened his grip on the Yamaha in his hand, intending to study it more closely in another Dimension later.

Only in that place is he a complete "Mystery Pryer," not a castrated version whose Uniqueness abilities are exploited by Amon.

"Alright." Danitz glanced back at the camp and said, "It seems there's no more movement over there. I'm going back to sleep."

"And you?"

Lorry gently shook his head.

Seeing this, Danitz said nothing more and got up to walk back the way he came. Watching the Fourth Sailor-in-Charge's figure disappear, Lorry withdrew his gaze, not in a hurry to go to another Dimension, and waved his hand to take out three Beyonder Characteristic.

These were his spoils from the battle: two crystalline, horn-like objects covered in short black hairs, and a black flower-like object that highlighted a pale, white face.

Based on the memories synchronized with his clone, he knew that the first two were the "Barbarian" Beyonder Characteristic, and the latter was the "Briber" Beyonder Characteristic.

The total value is roughly between two,500 and three,000 pounds... I wonder if the crew of the "Golden Dream" still has any needs?

If not, consider having Fors ask at the Tarot Club whether "The Hermit" Cattleya and "The Hanged Man" Alger are needed.

Amidst a jumble of thoughts, Lorry placed the three traits and Yamaha's Corpse into another Dimension, turning his head to look in the direction where his clone was.

It's hard to say whether I was Luck or unlucky... I easily discovered the Concealment connection between the Yamaha and the Ghost Ship without much effort...

The day after Edwina was informed, a team successfully located the insects... but just as they were making progress, they encountered a competitor like the Shadow of Order...

The thought flashed through his mind, and Lorry couldn't help but sigh.

The clone's memories told him that this was a Concealment organization established in the Fourth Epoch, existing for over 1,400 years.

The upper echelons are certainly not lacking in Beyonder at the Saint level.

There might even be Angel. "Luck, however, based on the patterns that the clones have mastered, members of this level wouldn't be mobilized for a Ghost Ship."

Even if the leader is Mumulik, a true descendant of Solomon, he cannot persuade Demigod; at most, he can apply for a High Sequence Sealed Artifact.

"So, I might still have a chance." Lorry stared at the dark river, his thoughts gradually becoming clearer, and a smile slowly spread across his face.

His gaze flickered, and he murmured silently:

"If the timing is right, there might be some extra gains..."

Meanwhile, nearby indigenous Village.

Just as Gatchi Lorry was about to rest, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps.

A knock came soon after.

Then, one of the subordinates' voices came from outside:

"Sir, have you taken a rest?"

"Lord Mumulik has replied, requesting that you come over as soon as possible."

Gatchi Lorry sat up straight, grunted an "Mmm," quickly put on his shoes, got out of bed, and strode towards the room specifically for receiving and sending telegrams. He pushed open the door and looked at the Shadow of Order member in charge of using the telegraph machine:

"Call back to tell Mumulik that I'm already here."

"Yes, sir." The member turned and bowed, then quickly turned back to begin typing words as instructed by his superior.

A moment later, the sound of rapid clicking rang out.

A sheet of paper covered in words was ejected from the receiver, slid to the side of the member of the Shadow of Order, and was handed over to his waiting superior without even glancing at him.

This is encrypted text.

Only one person in their team could read.

Gatchi Lorry took the warm telegram, his eyes quickly scanning it until they landed on the last few lines, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.

Mumulik told me not to act rashly and to wait for them to arrive... Isn't he worried that the real body will find the Ghost Ship first through Yamaha?

Or does he know something inside the story but just not telling me?

This thought flashed through his mind, but he didn't risk testing the waters. Instead, he spoke in a deep voice:

"Call back to Mumulik and tell him we've received orders and will act accordingly, and to maintain contact at all times." "Yes, sir." The Shadow of Order responded, beginning to type rapidly.

Time flies, and it's Friday already.

Posner Face Mask Factory in the Backlund Factory District.

With the approval of another shareholder, Ms. Fors, Joe officially stepped down from his position after handing over his work to the new manager.

After a reluctant farewell, he led three employees who were willing to venture into the Southern Continent toward the waiting Hired Carriage.

But to the three young men's surprise, there were other people on the bus:

Two lean, muscular men with bulging waists, and a burly man whose head was almost level with the top of the carriage even when he was sitting.

Qiao glanced around, smiled and nodded to the three people in the carriage, then turned to the young men behind him: "Let me introduce you:"

"They are the protectors of this journey, and this is Mr. Tego..."