Snap!
Klein reached out and caught the somewhat heavy letter.
The enormous skeletal messenger didn't linger; it disintegrated into a fountain, each piece falling onto the deck and disappearing, seemingly unwilling to stay there for even a second longer.
Klein, holding the letter firmly, did not look down to examine it directly. Following his Spirituality intuition, he instinctively turned around and looked at the wooden steps leading to first class.
He saw Donna and Denton, the siblings, with their eyes wide open and mouths slightly agape, as if they wanted to scream because of what had just happened, but before they could make a sound, they saw it was over, and he began to suspect that he was hallucinating.
The children who ate the special cured meat from Damir Port possessed a certain, temporary, Spirit Vision ability... Klein's brow twitched slightly. As he did when hunting Merfolk, he raised his left hand, held up his index finger, and pressed it to his lips, silencing the two underage children.
The already quite tall Donna immediately raised her hand to cover her mouth, nodding with a mixture of fear and excitement to indicate that she understood.
She glanced down and saw that her younger brother was still looking dazed, so she quickly pulled his arm and put his hand to his mouth.
Krivis and Cecil sensed something was wrong, stopped, and looked at Klein, but found nothing.
Under their gazes, Klein nodded calmly and continued walking towards his own room.
A gold coin appeared in his hand without him noticing, fluttering up and down, left and right, as if it had come to life.
bite!
The gold coin bounces up and falls back down, with the numbers facing up, indicating negation.
This means that the incident just now will not pose a threat to Klein.
Honestly, this messenger has no manners at all. Unlike before, when he would pat someone on the shoulder, give them a push, or simply transform the surrounding area into Spirit World to prevent ordinary people from seeing him... Klein muttered to himself, took out his key, and opened the door.
He sat down on the edge of the low bed, lit the half-burnt candle, and opened Mr. Azik's reply.
Upon pulling out the items, the first one that caught his eye was the " Black Emperor " card.
Looking at that unpleasant face, Klein instinctively breathed a sigh of relief and let go of his worries.
What he feared wasn't that Mr. Azik wouldn't return it to him; he still trusted him to some extent. After all, the Potion recipe and corresponding ritual could be copied down, but the property of reacting with high-level materials couldn't be imitated. And this was clearly not the method Azik used, nor was it something that could be replaced. The big shot had no need for it.
Klein was worried that the messenger would be robbed and that he would lose the Card of Blasphemy, which was of great help to his spiritual state.
This is not impossible. The Spirit World is full of strange and wonderful creatures, so it's not too hard to understand why a few of them would like to rob messengers and be good at locating them.
Along with the " Black Emperor " card, the bronze whistle from the Spirituality Religion member was also returned.
Setting the two items aside for the time being, Klein unfolded the high-quality letter paper and began reading Azik's reply:
"... That card depicting the ' Black Emperor ' brought back some images to my mind: Blood Emperor as tall as a mountain, wearing a bright red cloak, whose eyes were unusually crazed, almost irrational, on the verge of losing control; and the real Black Emperor had been resurrected, sitting on a huge throne, looking down on everything on earth."
"I looked up at them, and the Blood Emperor glanced at me, and then I lost consciousness."
"I should have participated in that ' War of the Four Emperors ' to some extent, but I still need to recall the specific details. Perhaps it was the trauma of that experience that caused me to lose my memory again and again, to die repeatedly, and to wake up again and again."
"I wasn't particularly moved by the legend of the Death in the Raging Sea. Perhaps when I sail to the Southern Continent and pass by that ocean, I'll have a certain feeling and be drawn to it by nature."
"The experience of the owner of that bronze whistle is very similar to the ritual of the ' Undying,' but there are also obvious differences. I sensed an evil aura and signs of danger, and I believe that the owner of the bronze whistle is in some kind of strange and terrifying state."
"You'd better not blow that bronze whistle to command the messenger; it would be extremely dangerous. Wait until I've fully recovered my memories and figured out what that experience really meant before you try it."
"The feathers you mentioned, left behind by the owner of the bronze whistle, can be used in the realm of the Death. They are unique and Spirituality rich materials. Once I recall more, I will compile some ritual and spell knowledge that will allow you to use them. Speaking of this, I remember you asked about methods to remove spiritual pollution from the Beyonder Characteristic in the past. This will probably take some time. At least for now, I am completely ignorant in this area."
"Also, I vaguely remember that in the Southern Continent, there was a peculiar group of creatures called the Winged People."
"That card is best sealed away, otherwise it might attract powerful enemies and numerous disasters. I can give you some techniques, it's not too difficult. The first is an improved version of the Wall of Spirituality..."
Sure enough, the Card of Blasphemy had a synergistic effect after being activated... Luckily, I had thrown it all onto the Gray Fog before... According to Mr. Azik's description, he shouldn't be the amnesiac Grim Death, otherwise he wouldn't have said that he looked up to the Blood Emperor and the Black Emperor... He is the offspring of the Death Reaper, who followed that god in the " War of the Four Emperors," and unfortunately suffered serious injuries, that should be it... Klein pondered as he conjured a flame and burned the letter.
He then tried out the sealing techniques, mastering the knowledge Azik had taught him in the letter.
After doing all this, he held a ceremony to take the " Black Emperor " token and the Spirituality Religion Copper Whistle into the mysterious space above the Gray Fog, eliminating any possibility of an accident.
There was no doubt that Klein did not want to suddenly encounter Nast, the " King of the Five Seas," on the high seas.
At dawn, the Sun leaps above the horizon, painting the distant horizon in a golden hue.
Klein ate two slices of toast with bacon and butter and drank a cup of lemon tea at the second-class cafeteria, where the food was not plentiful.
After filling his stomach, he went up to the deck to breathe in the fresh air and enjoy the early morning scenery.
Just then, he saw Captain Elland return drunk, his straight sword swaying precariously.
Thinking of what happened last night, Klein went over and said without a smile:
Good morning.
"Has the White Shark given you any trouble?"
"He should be able to find out I was a passenger on the White Agate."
Wearing a dark red coat, Elland took off his boat-shaped hat and laughed heartily:
That's his own problem.
"Actually, he asked you to pay half of the bar repair cost, but it wasn't much, just a few Soli. I happened to win 6 pounds last night, so I gave him a little extra as a tip, and that was the end of it."
Captain, are you afraid that I, this crazy adventurer, will make a big fuss for the sake of my reputation, so you're just taking the blame yourself? Klein was silent for a few seconds before saying:
"I see."
Then, as he turned and walked back to the bow of the boat, he left behind a very soft remark:
"Thanks."
Returning to his previous spot, Klein felt the sea breeze on his face, slowly exhaled, and thought to himself that maintaining this persona was just too damn difficult.
After enjoying the breeze for a while, he was about to return to his cabin when two figures suddenly appeared beside him— Donna and her brother Denton.
Cecil, who was in charge of protecting them, patrolled a few steps away.
Donna clearly hadn't slept well last night; her eyes were puffy and her complexion was rather dull, but she was quite energetic. Although she was imitating Klein looking at the scenery, her eyes were moving around nimbly.
Just as Denton, who was in a similar state, was about to speak, she preemptively said:
"Uncle, last night, last night that, who was that?"
As she spoke, she looked straight ahead without turning her head, but her body trembled slightly, as if she were recalling the scene she had witnessed.
"That was a messenger, you can think of him as a postman." Klein didn't even look at the two little ones, as if he were talking about what they had for breakfast.
"A messenger?" Denton nearly lost his voice.
"The world is so big, there are bound to be some strange creatures. Believe me, although it looks fierce and terrifying, it is actually very gentle and has a strong sense of professionalism... It just delivered a letter to me on behalf of a friend from afar." Klein explained briefly, trying his best to describe the nearly four-meter-tall skeletal messenger as pitiful, weak, and helpless.
After a night of panic, and finding herself unharmed, Donna had calmed down considerably, her eyes unconsciously brightening as she said:
Wow, that's amazing!
"It's like listening to a story!"
"That's cool!" Denton also commented.
Then, somewhat puzzled, he asked, "But why didn't the others see it? None of them reacted!"
"That's because your hearts are pure," Klein said with a slight smile.
It was a white Lies; after all, he couldn't directly say it was about the specially cured meat, because that would tempt the two curious little ones to try it.
In this way, not to mention the problem of illness caused by excessive intake, just randomly activating Spirit Vision is a very dangerous thing. Even if Klein can support the consumption of Spirit Vision for a long time now, he doesn't dare to keep it on all the time. Sometimes, seeing things that you shouldn't see can lead to Frenzy or even death!
"Can we... can we have our own messengers too?" Donna asked, both curious and excited.
"That depends on luck," Klein replied calmly and succinctly.
He couldn't help but think to himself:
I don't even have my own messenger yet!
To obtain the messenger, one must first design an accurate summoning ritual and prepare the corresponding Spirit World creature contract. This is a specialized field of knowledge, and haphazardly attempting it can easily summon something undesirable. Therefore, Klein dared not attempt it rashly until he was certain of his abilities.
"Mmm." Donna seemed quite expectant.
Then, she whispered:
"Uncle, we'll keep it a secret!"
Denton, who was next to her, nodded emphatically.
At that moment, a new passenger who had boarded at Damir Port walked onto the deck with his luggage.
After sending the telegram, " Blazing " Danitz, considering that the captain might have some instructions, decided to cut short his vacation and head to the capital of the Rorsted Archipelago to await orders.
He obtained a ticket through his own channels, donned a wig, and blackened his eyebrows, easily boarding the White Agate and waiting for the passenger ship to sound its horn and depart.
Ah, just as Emperor Roselle said, those who are capable are always a little tired... As Danitz walked toward the cabin, he leisurely looked around, and suddenly, he saw a familiar figure.
He saw the young adventurer, dressed in a black overcoat, with a refined appearance but a wild nature, standing at the bow of the ship, giving him a polite smile like a gentleman.
Danitz's facial muscles gradually stiffened.
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