When he heard the ethereal, layered prayers, Klein was attending a dinner party at Portland Moment home due to the time difference.
Such a banquet starts at 7:30 and can last until 9:30 or even 10:00, because there are a dozen or twenty courses in total, including appetizers, soup, side dishes, main courses, staple foods, vegetables, fruits, and desserts. The male servants will serve them one by one in order, and then remove and replace them in a unified manner to ensure that the table is never messy. The intervals between each course are left for the guests to chat, and gentlemen are expected to take the initiative to communicate with the ladies on their right.
In short, it was quite troublesome and exhausting; even the choice of which dish to serve with which drink required careful attention... However, the taste was rather good... Taking advantage of the opportunity when the roasted lamb was being replaced, Klein said to Mrs. Willis on his right:
"Excuse me, I need to use the restroom."
He then stood up, placed his right hand on his chest and abdomen, bowed slightly to greet the other guests, and then left the table to go to one of the restrooms on the second floor.
Upon entering, Klein locked the door and immediately took four steps backward, arriving above the Gray Fog.
"... Mr. The Hanged Man's prayer, he hopes I can help him gain the goodwill of the Obninsk Sea Monster, and is willing to collect 15 pages of Roselle's Diary for this, or do something of equal value for me... He's making good progress..." Klein sat in the " The Fool's" seat, radiating Spirituality, touching the ever-expanding and contracting crimson star.
He considered for a few seconds and said:
"Investigate all Feysac Fussac who participated in the Battle of Conot in 1338."
As a history expert, after learning from the spirit of the " Interrogator " that he died at sea in 1338 at the hands of the Feysac, Klein immediately understood which naval battle it referred to.
Throughout 1338, relations between Rune and Fussac were tense and there were frequent clashes, but there was only one war in which a colonel-level officer died: the Battle of East Bayronconot.
In a Fleet of Feysac, the number of colonels would certainly not be too many!
In the dark, deep sea, Alger Wilson saw an endless expanse of grayish-white mist and heard the response of " The Fool ".
Investigating all the colonels of the Feynapotter Empire who participated in the Battle of Conot in 1338... Why would Mr. " The Fool " care about such insignificant figures? Is there a huge Concealment involved? Alger's heart stirred, and without hesitation, he agreed immediately:
Your will is my will.
This task is challenging and complex for him, but not dangerous; it's the type he can handle right now.
After responding, Alger heard Mr. The Fool's deep voice again:
You can return to the vicinity of the target now.
Is that all? No wonder he's called " The Fool "! Now that he's obtained the authority, he's more like a Sea God than Kavithua, his power no longer confined to the Rorsted Archipelago! Alger was overjoyed, thanked him solemnly, then bent his back, spread his legs, and turned to Deep Diving again.
In just a few minutes, he returned to the side of the underwater volcano and saw that the water around the huge, dark cave was turbulent, with tentacles outstretched, and had not yet calmed down.
Although Alger believed that Mr. The Fool was powerful and terrifying enough to be an ancient god in the process of resurrection, he still instinctively became cautious after seeing this scene and carefully approached him.
He initially suspected that Obninsk's countless waving tentacles were welcoming him.
At this moment, above the Gray Fog, Klein, holding the " Sea God Scepter," frowned slightly.
"Refusing to communicate with the Sea God, even loathing the feeling, unwilling to get close..." he muttered as if he had a toothache.
He just failed in his attempt to influence the surrounding seas through the prayers!
For some unknown reason, the Obninsk Sea Monster has a strong aversion to the extraordinary ability of marine life to be close to it.
Through the violently twitching, thick tentacles in the prayer scene, Klein vaguely sensed the target's anger; it wanted to tear apart any living being that dared to approach it.
"' The Hanged Man ' is over, he's over..." Klein's lips twitched, deciding to try a different approach.
He raised the " Sea God Scepter " a little higher, causing the blue-green gems on it to light up one after another, emitting a bright and dazzling light!
Immediately afterwards, he channeled the savage aura of " Lightning Storm " onto the Obninsk Sea Monster.
The thick tentacles that had been stirring up the seabed suddenly solidified, then fell down and lay flat on the ground. Countless green lights then appeared inside the dark cave.
Amidst a sickeningly loud gurgling sound, a terrifying Monster capable of swallowing a sailboat crawled out. Its massive, Distortion, patterned black body had three heads, each with a dozen or so eyes, each capable of emitting a green glow on its own!
The Monster immediately crouched down, as docile as a domesticated hunting dog.
"Indeed, communication requires skill." Klein nodded in satisfaction, and once again used the marine life affinity technique to make the Obninsk Sea Monster open its mouths simultaneously through mental communication.
This suddenly revealed three deep "caves" to Alger, each large enough for a sailboat to pass through.
Praise to Mr. The Fool... Alger gazed up at the "magnificent" scene before him and couldn't help but mutter to himself.
He wasted no time, selected the middle head, and quickly swam in.
Alger's vision quickly revealed a winding tunnel with walls made of flesh and blood, its spaciousness comparable to the foredeck of the " Blue Avenger ".
With a gurgling sound, water surged inside, flowing deeper into the tunnel. Alger seized the opportunity and plunged in.
Suddenly, he felt as if he had returned to when he first became a " Sailor," tossed about in the battle with the waves, dizzy and unable to keep up.
Once Alger used his extraordinary abilities to finally steady himself, he had left the tunnel of flesh and blood and was in a dark and empty world. He felt a sticky sensation under his feet and a strong stench emanated from all around him.
Just a second later, Alger realized that the liquid was Corrosion him, so he quickly created a film of water around him, which expanded and grew into a transparent sphere.
Knowing he was inside Obninsk's stomach, he didn't hesitate to take out the bottles and jars he had prepared beforehand and begin mixing Potion.
One by one, the auxiliary materials were dropped into the wide-mouthed metal bottle, where they stirred into a deep blue liquid. Then, Alger carefully placed a transparent "jellyfish" encased in the azure seawater inside.
The distant, drifting song suddenly intensified, then calmed down again. The liquid inside the wide-mouthed metal bottle was now completely still, without a single ripple or bubble, as deep as the ocean before Storm.
Alger calmed himself down, Cogitation for a moment, then picked up the metal bottle and gulped down the " Ocean Songster " Potion inside.
The icy, numbing liquid slid down his esophagus, into his stomach, and spread instantly to every cell in his body in an incredible way.
At that moment, Alger vaguely heard countless sounds, coming from all the creatures in the entire sea, but many were blocked by the body of the Obninsk Sea Monster, leaving only some relatively indistinct ones.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Alger felt his heart pounding violently, gushing out blood, Spirituality, and sound waves, transforming his vocal cords and soul.
He opened his mouth wide, unable to contain himself, and let out a huge sigh.
With a sigh, Alger felt his spirit body being torn apart slightly. As the sound waves spread outward, they first turned into mottled scales on his skin, then stretched out long strips of flesh, which transformed into waving tentacles.
The sound waves, carrying the fragments of the spirit, continued outwards, came into contact with the mucus inside the belly of the Obninsk Sea Monster, and strangely bounced back, re-entering Alger's body.
Alger's near-out-of-control state suddenly improved, and he seized the opportunity, unconcerned about embarrassment, to sing loudly, wanting to release all the invisible sound waves within him that were about to burst him apart.
The rough, chaotic, off-key, heavy metal-sounding vocals radiated outwards in concentric circles, interspersed with fragments of spirits, only to be repelled by the viscous liquid inside the Obninsk Sea Monster's belly.
In this process, Alger is like material in a sonic furnace, being gradually molded and shaped.
Finally, he regained full control over his body and began to rein in his surging, outward-spreading Spirituality.
Finally... Alger closed his eyes briefly, an uncontrollable smile spreading across his face.
He has achieved his initial goal after so many years, becoming a " Ocean Songster "!
He gained a shallower level of control over lightning, a better, more comprehensive, and longer-lasting talent for underwater activities, and the ability to influence targets with his singing... The latter ability has several directions depending on each person's individual characteristics. One is to use beautiful singing to interfere with the enemy's spirit, causing them to become dazed or confused, or to enhance one's own explosive power. Another is to simulate thunder to Awe people. Yet another is to rely on... to use chaotic and unpleasant singing to irritate the enemy and make them lose their minds... Alger examined his own state, his expression slightly strange.
He quickly shook off these thoughts, picked up his belongings, swam upstream to the mouth of the Obninsk Sea Monster, and gently tapped its already closed mouth.
The mouth slowly opened, then suddenly roared, spitting out everything inside.
Alger suddenly seemed to be in mid-air, nearly colliding with a shark.
After a flurry of activity, he surfaced and swam toward the location of the Blue Avenger ".
He only truly breathed a sigh of relief when the silhouette of the ghost ship came into view.
One of Alger's previous concerns was that the " Blue Avenger " would suddenly malfunction when he went to get promoted.
Although an hour or two shouldn't be a big problem, the world is always full of surprises.
After receiving another thank you from Mr. The Hanged Man, Klein returned to the real world, washed and dried his hands, left the restroom, and headed towards the restaurant.
When the aroma of food wafted into his nose again, he took a slow breath, smiled, returned to his seat, and sat down while acknowledging the food.
At this point, the banquet had moved into the dessert stage.
Looks like I've been in the restroom a bit too long... Hopefully, after today I won't Dawn Dantès being constipated... Klein muttered to himself for a moment, then smiled at Mrs. Willis on his right:
"When I was young, I ate many strange foods in the Southern Continent. One of them was called Tenet Raspberry, which tasted a lot like light cream, like the desserts we have now."
He offered a tactful explanation for his late return: he had made his stomach and intestines weak when he was younger.
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