Three days later
He put the Card of Blasphemy into his pocket, got up, and went outside the captain's room.
A night breeze swept over me.
"Vice Admiral Iceberg" Edwina's simply tied-up hair was blown back by the wind. She heard footsteps and glanced sideways as Lorry walked to her side.
Ta-da!
A figure ran quickly from the deck.
Danitz stood at the corner of the stairs and shouted:
"Captain, Orpheus asked me to ask you, which direction are we sailing?"
Edwina glanced at Lorry, Lorry secretly gripped the "Black Emperor" card, smiled, and looked up at the boundless sea to the northwest.
High Sequence items of the same Pathway will intermittently and unconsciously attract mid- to Low Sequence Beyonder to their vicinity, and there is a tendency for them to aggregate.
In comparison:
Low- and Low Sequence are more passive, while High Sequence can detect this attraction.
Lorry was taking advantage of this. Edwina nodded almost imperceptibly and said calmly:
"Change course to the northwest."
"Roger that!" The Fourth Sailor-in-Charge left without a second thought.
Before long, amidst commands frequently interspersed with insults like "Dogshit" and "is your head on your ass?", the "Golden Dream" slowly turned around.
It's another week of Tarot Club.
Inside a house rented by two women in Backlund, Cherwood Borough.
The wall clock pointed to 2:55.
Hugh straightened up abruptly, finished the rest of his Black Tea in a few gulps, stood up from the Single Sofa, and walked towards his Bedroom.
With her hand on the doorknob, just as she was about to push the door open, she hesitated briefly, then turned and knocked twice on her friend's door.
Soon, a familiar, languid voice came from inside:
"I'm awake..." Upon hearing this, Hugh grunted in response and quickly returned to his room without saying another word.
She kicked off her slippers, plopped down on the soft bed, rolled over, stared at the pure white Ceiling, and patiently waited for the Concealment gathering to begin.
Time slips away unnoticed.
Before her eyes appeared patches of deep red, and in her ears rang the cheerful voice of "Miss Justice": "Good afternoon, Mr. Fool!"
Amidst the familiar greetings, Hugh heard his own code name.
She turned to the first member in her row and greeted him politely in her usual deliberately low voice, "Good afternoon, Miss Justice."
Then, with the thought in her mind that "Miss Audrey's blonde hair is all Sequence 7," she saw this member smilingly looking at the next person.
The greeting session ended quickly.
"The Fool" Klein looked around, chuckled, and nodded:
"You may begin."
As soon as she finished speaking, "The Hermit" Cattleya turned to look to her left:
"I'm sorry," Miss Magician, "Due to certain reasons that I cannot disclose, I am unable to provide the agreed-upon payment at this time. If possible, I would like to postpone the transaction for a while."
Fors paused slightly, then nodded quickly:
"Can."
Upon hearing this, the "Hermit" Cattleya secretly breathed a sigh of relief and nodded:
"Thanks."
Fors gave an "uh" and vaguely brushed off the thank you.
In fact, she was planning to tell the other party that she wanted to postpone the transaction, but unfortunately, she had only just woken up and was a little slow to react...
Why did you have to schedule the gathering for this time...? 3 PM, isn't that the perfect time for a lunch break...?
Fors mumbled silently, fighting off sleep as he listened to the other members' remarks.
at the same time.
Southern Continent, East Balam, Gurain City. White smoke billows from the chimneys as the large passenger ship "Flying Bird" slowly parts the sea and arrives at the Port amidst a long, drawn-out whistle.
Even though its speed was slow enough, the immense inertia caused all the crew and passengers to shift noticeably the moment it reached the shore.
Inside a first-class cabin on the third floor.
Qiao, who had been staring blankly at the distant land, suddenly snapped out of his daze. He suppressed the grief in his heart and turned to look at his assistant and bodyguards.
He took a deep breath and tried to speak calmly:
"Let's go, let's get off the boat first."
No one objected. They picked up their pre-packed luggage and followed the old man toward the special passageway for first class.
"Is this the Southern Continent?" Deancia couldn't contain her excitement as she felt herself standing on solid ground once again.
He was one of three employees at the Posner Face Mask Factory. Because of his steady and reliable work style, Luck enough to get a spot to go to the Southern Continent.
But they are still young people after all.
Starting from the Northern Continent, they crossed the legendary Berserk Sea in just three days and arrived at the Southern Continent, a place they had only heard of in Newspaper and stories.
This experience still thrilled him. Beside him, two other young employees wore similar expressions, curiously looking around at everything they had never seen before.
Qiao smiled and looked at the three young men he had brought, without interrupting.
It wasn't until seven or eight minutes later, when their initial excitement about arriving in this new world had briefly faded and they looked away, that they spoke, having already prepared their lines:
"Next, we'll split up and proceed separately."
"Deancia, you, along with Mr. Chase and Mr. Norman, should first go to the Oak Inn to stay and reserve rooms for tonight."
"Mr. Tego and I are going somewhere else."
--Chase and Norman were the names of the other two bodyguards on this trip.
Deancia and her colleagues exchanged glances and nodded without hesitation:
"Okay, manager."
"Then we'll wait for you at the Oak Inn."
After saying this, they quickly boarded Hired Carriage and left without wasting any time.
Joe watched their carriage disappear from sight, then turned and nodded slightly to Tego Lorry: "Let's go to the ' White Dove ' bar." Tego naturally had no objection and followed his employer into another Hired Carriage.
Fifty minutes later, the two walked out of the White Dove Bar one after the other, looking at each other with blank expressions.