The Bizarro Sorcerer... Klein suddenly awoke from his dream, opening his eyes to see the deep darkness of night.
It wasn't even noon yet, and it was still dangerous... he muttered to himself, before trying to fall back asleep.
At that moment, he finally remembered that he had left that dangerous sea area, and that even if he didn't sleep after dark, he wouldn't completely disappear.
"Phew, this peaceful environment is so nice! I have to say, the idea that if you don't sleep after dark, you'll mysteriously disappear is a good way to scare kids and make them afraid to stay up late. Heh, I used to get scared like that all the time when I was a kid." Klein sat up, walked to his desk, and poured himself a glass of water.
He calmed down for a while, gulped down some water, and gradually regained his ability to think:
" Zaratul has really gone mad... What happened to him, or what went wrong with him..."
"The ' Bizarro Sorcerer,' Sequence 4 is called ' Bizarro Sorcerer,' and the ' Seer ' pathway focuses on words like 'trickery,' 'cunning,' 'pranks,' and 'strange,' or simply 'strange'?"
"Yes, ' The Clown,' ' The Magician,' ' The Faceless,' and ' The Marionettist ' all give me that feeling. ' The Seer ' seems to be an exception, but to others, the charlatan style can be quite eerie and terrifying at times... So, that's why Zaratul said that Fate isn't the main domain of this path?"
"Furthermore, it is clear that those Beyonder along this path will be more inclined towards spellcasters."
According to Will Auceptin, there are only three ways to obtain the recipe for the " Bizarro Sorcerer " Potion: one is to find the Secret Order and the insane Zaratul; the second is to search for the treasure left behind by the Antigonus Family on the main peak of the Hornacis Mountain Range; and the third is to obtain it from within the church, for example, the Antigonus Family Notebook may contain the corresponding Record.
"But each of these three paths is more dangerous than the last. According to Emperor Roselle's description, Zaratul was Sequence 2 ' Miracle Invoker ' a long time ago, a true Angel. He may have later advanced to Sequence 1, on par with or slightly inferior to the Angel King. He went mad—no, He, although he lost his mind, is probably even more difficult to deal with. At least there is no possibility of persuasion or Deceit. Based solely on pure strength, even if I asked Mr. Azik and the others for help, I would not be a match for Zaratul."
"Heh, unless Will Auceptin is born, but if He gets involved in this kind of thing, there's a good chance He'll attract the attention of ' Angel of Fate ' Ouroboros."
"As for the treasure on the main peak of the Hornacis Mountain Range, the echoing whispers, the arrangements of the Antigonus Family, and the legends of the Nation of Evernight buried deep in history all make me feel that things are not so simple, and I suspect that this may be a trap."
" The Church of the Goddess is even less of a consideration. Forget about having Angel guarding it; the Holy Cathedral, which houses a bunch of Grade 0 Sealed Artifact, also has a terrifying Demigod in the Backlund diocese where the Antigonus Family Notebook are located..."
Klein couldn't help but recall Mr. A, whose image had been erased like a pencil drawing, and the one who orchestrated all of this was very likely a high-ranking member of the Church of the Evernight Goddess!
A beautiful woman with Spirituality eyes... She smiled at me, but I didn't know what she meant... Klein shook his head helplessly, feeling that there was only one practical solution at the moment.
That means finding a relatively normal Demigod within the Secret Order!
Compared to the insane Zaratul, at least this one can be communicated with, and even dealt with— Klein alone certainly couldn't do it, but he could ask Mr. Azik for help, and pay a certain price to get the " Mystery Queen " Bernadette to take action.
This is the only option I can consider for now... Klein quickly turned his thoughts to how to help Anderson Hood break the curse of Misfortune:
"More than two months have passed, and I don't know if that ' Life Councilor ' Ricciardo has left Oravi Island. Sigh, he hasn't summoned my messenger to tell me any clues about the magical item that meets the requirements. However, that's not a big problem. The bell ringer, Carnot, certainly hasn't left his post. I can contact Councilor Ricciardo through him."
"That's fine too. The School of Life has never fulfilled its requirements, which means they haven't paid the final payment. Let them help Anderson with the transportation to offset the cost, and then I'll ask that guy for payment."
"Heh, speaking of magical items or Sealed Artifact with powerful offensive capabilities, isn't Anderson's short sword one? Based on the characteristics exhibited by ' The Reaper,' the items formed after his death also count... Hey, I'm not some Greed Demon; I'll definitely pay an extra settlement fee."
Klein suppressed his mischievous and teasing thoughts, took the paper crane out of his wallet, unfolded it, and carefully wiped away the pencil marks on it.
"It's really about to break, maybe two more times at most..." he muttered dejectedly, then folded the origami cranes, went back to bed, and continued to sleep. As for contacting " Magic Mirror " Arrodes with the radio receiver, he planned to deal with that after leaving this pirate paradise in the east.
After daybreak, Klein lazily got out of bed, slowly washed up, and felt that this was how life should be.
Knock knock knock!
The knocking on the door interrupted his musings.
Without needing a sense of danger, Klein 'Spirituality intuition told him that the visitor was Anderson Hood.
As expected of the Strongest Hunter, he's really survived until now... Klein clicked his tongue, controlled his expression, and opened the door.
Anderson, wearing a deerstalker hat he'd somehow acquired, grinned and handed over a Loen coin.
"Yesterday's debt."
Klein took the gold coin, casually weighed it in his hand, and said:
Your question has been answered.
Anderson's eyes lit up and he said:
What are some solutions?
"You're not going to tell me the answer is that there's no solution...?"
Am I that kind of person? At most, I'd say he's hopeless, just waiting to die, goodbye! Klein muttered to himself, giving the other person a cold glance before saying:
"A Demigod skilled in changing one's luck lives on the Oravi Island, and he owes me a request."
"Excellent!" Anderson made no attempt to hide his joy. "So, what price should I pay?"
"You're quite sensible..." Klein deliberately paused for two seconds before saying:
"I need a magical item with powerful offensive capabilities. Do you have any clues?"
"If the value exceeds the Luck Enhancement Ritual, I will pay the difference."
Anderson's brow furrowed slightly, then slowly relaxed, revealing a smile.
"There's a magical item that fits your requirements. It has extraordinary abilities that can Fatal Attack, and the negative effects aren't too strong. It can eat and sleep, but it's not very lucky and can easily attract Monster and enemies. It can also be a bit talkative at times, which can be annoying, haha, just kidding."
"To be honest, my ' Death Knell ' is the magical item you need, but it's also the only weapon I have left. Hmm... I have a clue about it: a rather special revolver. Its bullets have the effects of Weakness Attack, Fatal Attack, and ' Slaughter,' and it can be combined with bullets of different properties. The downside is that after each use, you will gain a weakness that you didn't have before, such as being afraid of light, boats, dogs, etc., and this weakness will last for 6 hours."
"If you simply carry it with you, there are almost no negative effects, except that it makes you thirsty, which is tolerable. If it weren't for the fact that the characteristics of this revolver overlapped with my abilities and the magical items I already owned, I would definitely have bought it back then. The seller was asking for only 9,000 pounds!"
"So, how about the total reward of £1500 plus a clue about this revolver?"
It sounds like a good fit, and it suits my fighting style... Klein didn't immediately agree, but instead asked:
"1500 pounds?"
"Haha, I found over a dozen pirates yesterday. They were all very kind; some gave me their wallets, others lent me their special abilities and brains. In just one night, I made 1600 pounds! I really love this pirate paradise!" Anderson said with a grin. "I need to keep 100 pounds for my ticket back to the Sonia Sea, so I can only pay 1500 pounds."
Earning £1,600 in one night? The pirates of Toscarter are not only numerous, but also very valuable, or very wealthy? Klein suddenly wanted to stay in this port city for a few more nights.
But realizing that easily accessible or searchable targets had likely already been dealt with by Anderson, and that doing similar things again wouldn't be so easy, he felt another wave of frustration and asked coldly:
"Aren't you afraid of retaliation for doing this kind of thing in a pirate's paradise?"
"What's there to worry about? Even if they're subordinates of the pirate general, I'm not afraid. Heh, I believe you are too. If they're from the Four Kings, it's not a big problem either. We're about to leave, and it takes time for the message to travel. By then, I don't even know how many ships and how many identities I'll have changed!" Anderson said nonchalantly.
Why are you cursing yourself again...? Klein glanced at him with a hint of pity:
"Make a deal."
"Haha, here's 300 pounds. We'll wait for the remaining 1200 pounds until the bounty and special reward money arrive. Don't worry, it'll definitely come today, and the amounts aren't large." Anderson pulled out a thick wad of banknotes mixed with a lot of Soli's and handed it to Klein.
Klein, mindful of his public image, only gave the bills a cursory count before stuffing them into his wallet and pockets, saying emotionlessly:
"Go buy two tickets to Oravi for tomorrow."
He didn't specifically instruct Anderson to change his appearance to buy it, because he believed the person opposite him was a seasoned Hunter with extensive experience.
If he weren't experienced and strong, given his behavior, he would have been sunk to who knows where in the sea long ago... Klein couldn't help but mutter to himself.
"Okay." Anderson pointed to the floor. "Would you like to come down for breakfast together? My treat."
Klein nodded, not refusing.
After going down to the first floor, the two walked to a table by the window, and on the way, they encountered a waiter carrying a white porcelain cup and teaspoon.
Just as the two crossed paths, the waiter's gaze suddenly became unfocused, and he grabbed a teaspoon and, without warning, plunged it into Anderson's throat.
Anderson was surprised, but he reacted quickly, leaning back to avoid the thunderous blow.
Bang!
The hotel owner, who was not far away, suddenly fired a shot at Anderson's body as he dodged.
"What... what am I doing..." The boss murmured in fear and confusion after the gunshot.