Frank Lee, oblivious to Gehrman Sparrow's unusual behavior, chuckled and added:
"I was just about to offer you some help by dropping some seeds, but unfortunately, I can't throw them that far."
Throw some seeds onto the " Black Tulip "? This sea area has the lingering aura of the " Goddess of Earth," causing extraordinary things in the corresponding area to mutate, attacking both friend and foe simultaneously... I was on the " Black Tulip " back then too... Luckily you didn't throw any... Klein suddenly remembered the tragic state of the " Future " before, and the watermelons growing on the heads of the dead pirates.
He was just about to carefully consider his words to make his response consistent with Gehrman Sparrow's persona when he suddenly saw Heath Doyle emerge from the shadows not far away, bending over and vomiting.
The " Bloodless " first gagged, then his knees buckled and he knelt on the deck.
Ugh! Ugh!
He finally vomited a pool of yellowish-green liquid, inside which a piece of semi- Corrosion, grayish-black flesh was writhing slightly.
Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!
Heath Doyle vomited several puddles of similar substances.
Seeing this, Klein felt disgusted but also relieved Heath Doyle, the " Rose Bishop," would be contaminated by his indiscriminate "eating," but now it seemed that the other party was merely indulging and isolating, without actually digesting the contaminated food.
"No wonder he's the ' Rose Bishop ' who hasn't gone mad..." Klein sighed silently.
As he was about to look away from the vomit out of the corner of his eye, a few thoughts suddenly flashed through his mind:
The " Creeping Hunger " has been activated, requiring feeding once a day. There are no outsiders here, no idealistic villains... the pirate who died earlier is an exception; though his companions might not value his body, the " Creeping Hunger " devours souls...
I don't know if these chunks of flesh can serve as "food," but at least they were originally corpses with vigorous vitality, influenced by the aura of the " Goddess of Earth "...
With that thought in mind, Klein took two steps forward and walked to Heath Doyle's vicinity.
Unable to bear the sight of the vomit, he instinctively turned his gaze to the other side, to the magnificent sea reflecting the sunlight outside the ship's side.
Then, he extended his left palm toward the grayish-black mass of flesh.
The " Creeping Hunger " remained unchanged, its mouth not splitting open in the center of the glove.
It seems it doesn't want to eat... We'll just have to make do with it for now to deal with potential dangers. If we haven't found suitable food by the end of the day, we'll throw it into the Gray Fog... Klein reluctantly withdrew his hand and looked up in the direction of the captain's cabin.
The golden brooch on Admiral of Stars " Cattleya's body shone brightly once more, condensing into " The Sun's Wraith," which Purification the grayish-black chunks of flesh that Heath Doyle had vomited.
The pirate general's face and expression remained unchanged, but he seemed somewhat tired, and the Violet Light in his eyes became increasingly pronounced.
After confirming that the ship had restarted, Klein did not linger and prepared to return to his room to change his soaked clothes.
Anderson glanced at him, moved closer, and opened his mouth curiously.
"Shut up!" Klein interrupted first.
This incident caused him to lose his Merfolk Cufflink, so he became increasingly resentful of someone who was plagued by Misfortune, almost to the point of defining him as " Creeping Hunger " food.
"... Okay." Anderson raised his hands. "I'll drink quietly."
Klein ignored him, went into the cabin, and returned to his room.
In the bathroom, he took out a "water-making talisman," chanted Ancient Hermes, filled a bathtub with clean water, then took off all his clothes and lay down in it.
The cold feeling and the warm sunshine relaxed him considerably. He picked up the paper and pen he had brought from his desk and wrote down a Divination statement:
"The location of the Merfolk Cufflink."
After silently repeating it seven times, Klein lay down completely, resting his head on the front of the bathtub, and drifted into a dream.
In the hazy, intermittent, illusory world, he saw the deck, and a Living Corpse whose body had rotted in several places, with azure Merfolk Cufflink embedded in the flesh and blood of the Living Corpse's left waist.
Outside the deck, it was pitch black, making it impossible to see where the ship was at all.
As expected, it was lost on the " Black Tulip "... Klein opened his eyes and made a judgment.
"Hopefully ' Admiral of Hell ' won't find out, so I can use these cufflinks to pinpoint the location of the ' Black Tulip '..."
"It's alright if I find it, as long as Ludwell hasn't lost his cufflink and not too much time has passed, I can locate it. However, the Divination will have to be done in the Gray Fog instead of in reality..."
"Also, I must perform Divination later to prevent the ' Admiral of Hell ' from using the sleeve studs to locate me or even curse me."
"His ring really does seem to be an artifact left behind by the ancient Death. Hmm, write to Mr. Azik." Klein quickly washed himself and got out of the bathtub.
After wiping himself clean and changing into his previous Loen gentleman's attire, Klein first adjusted his equipment and washed his clothes. Then, he unfolded the letter and took out the Azik Copper Whistle.
Standing beside the desk, gazing at the objects on it, Klein's outstretched right hand suddenly hesitated.
His eyes flickered a few times, then he put away the Azik Copper Whistle, placed it in a small iron box, and used the " Wall of Spirituality " to block the aura.
He prepared to leave this sea area, depart from the " Future ", and then summon the messenger again.
"This loss was considerable, but thankfully we've finally digested the ' Faceless ' Potion, so we can now focus on waiting for the mermaid to appear..."
"Hmm... the actual situation of this Ruins of the Gods' Battle is quite different from what I expected; there's actually the aura of the ' Earth Mother '..."
"This was definitely not left behind later, otherwise a god would not have been able to lose control of his aura."
"None of the eight ancient gods of the Second Age held authority over the land..."
"Among their subordinate deities, there are some who seem to be, such as the Giant Queen, the 'Goddess of Harvest' Omibella, and the 'Goddess of Life' who is attached to Lilith, the progenitor of vampires..."
"Was this a divine war involving gods, or was it not actually a matter of the Second Era?" Klein struggled with his limited understanding of this site of Ruins of the Gods' Battle, relying primarily on speculation and secondarily on conjecture.
He pulled himself out of his thoughts, started cutting the paper figure again, and filled it with the changes and Concealment symbols belonging to the " The Fool ".
Snap!
Klein picked up the paper figure and shook it.
Flames appeared out of nowhere and burned the paper figure to ashes.
In this way, he has already achieved the desired effect. If he wants to do better, he must respond above the Gray Fog, use the " Black Emperor " card to leverage the power of the mysterious space, and cooperate with the " Paper Angel " to provide protection.
After using Azik Copper Whistle and Will Auceptin's paper crane to deter any potential spying, Klein re-entered the washroom and methodically completed his task.
After tidying up the room, he put on the " Creeping Hunger " and " Kindling " gloves and slowly walked to the deck area, preparing to carefully observe the surrounding environment and not miss any clues about the mermaid.
As soon as he left the cabin, he saw Anderson Hood sitting on the floor by a wooden barrel, his expression calm and his breath restrained, as if he were deep in thought or feeling melancholy.
"Did he really keep his promise and drink quietly all this time?" Klein muttered as he walked past Anderson.
Anderson slowly raised his head and asked, as if in a dream:
Is there something wrong with the wine here?
Klein paused for a moment, then answered seriously:
"Yes."
Anderson was speechless.
This guy was too unlucky; his application of his extraordinary ability failed, so much so that he didn't realize there was something wrong with the wine. Klein twitched the corner of his mouth and walked forward.
On the foredeck, a group of Sailor were gathered together, watching Nina act as the priestess of the " Lord of Storms " and hold a brief funeral for the pirate who had just died.
After a very simple prayer, Nina looked around and said:
" Riveir's wish was to be buried on the mountain in his hometown port after he died, where the most beautiful sunset is seen."
He wished to be cremated so that he would not be disturbed after death.
"May the Storm rest in peace." Most of the Sailor believed in the " Lord of Storms " and they all punched their left chest with their right fists.
Seeing this, Klein did not approach, but stood at a distance, quietly observing.
After the funeral, the pirate Riveir's body was reduced to ashes with the help of the scroll. Klein sighed inwardly and drew a Crimson Moon in his mind.
For the rest of the day, the sun remained bright and the sky remained at midday. The " Future " passed several ruins and remnants, venturing deeper and deeper into the ocean.
Anderson, who had somehow returned to normal, came to Klein's side.
He glanced around and pointed to the group of buildings submerged underwater, saying:
"After passing this ruin, turn left and drive for about ten nautical miles, and you'll have a chance to encounter mermaids."
Finally... Just as Klein was about to respond, the sky suddenly darkened and the sunlight abruptly disappeared.
Another night has fallen.
Without saying anything more, he returned to his room and lay down on the bed.
Soon, he woke up from his dream and saw clean floor-to-ceiling windows, neatly arranged long tables and chairs, and bookshelves filled with books.
This time, he returned to the place where he had left the dream, back to that library.
The light of Twilight shone in, casting a pale golden hue over everything. Klein walked forward with a hint of doubt and arrived at the bookshelf he had browsed before.
Unsurprisingly, he also saw occult texts such as the " Book of Charms ".
Just as Klein was about to pull out a book and quickly flip through it, his gaze suddenly fell on the opposite bookshelf, landing on a book with a black cover:
Roselle's Notes 3!
The Emperor's diary? The entire diary? Klein instinctively reached out.
At that moment, the image of those mysterious eyes gazing at the deck and at him flashed through his mind Anderson Hood; the image of the door Door Opening deep within the mural hall mentioned by Anderson Hood flashed through his mind; and the unusual location shifts in his previous dreams flashed through his mind.
Klein withdrew his gaze and once again drew the " Book of Charms ".
He went to the long table area, sat down, and began to quickly browse through the information.
Suddenly, he heard a series of footsteps approaching from the depths of the library.
Klein tensed instantly and slowly raised his head.
The first thing that caught his eye was a pair of black leather boots.
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