Leonard's expression froze for a moment, then quickly returned to normal.
He remembered that Dawn Dantès was working with the military to sell a shipment of guns and artillery to West Balam.
Therefore, while this gentleman's appearance on a military airship was surprising, it didn't seem out of place at all.
The only problem was, was he going to West Balam so soon? Had Amon's arrival put some pressure on him? Leonard's thoughts shifted, and he looked straight ahead. Then, together with his teammates, they went up the gangway to the second floor and entered a large lounge that was exclusively for them.
Not long after the " Red Gloves " found their seats, a series of deep rumbles, the turning of the propellers, and various friction sounds began to rise, causing a slight tremor in the floor and walls.
The tremors gradually intensified, turning into a swaying motion, and the airship rose up, slowly regaining its stability.
Klein was already seated, his seatbelt fastened, and he was looking around with a touch of curiosity, experiencing a different kind of flight than he had ever felt before.
"The takeoff wasn't very stable, and the altitude was quite low, but without encountering a hurricane, the turbulence was relatively manageable. I don't know how they managed that..." Klein gazed out the window diagonally in front of him, showing no intention whatsoever of unfastening his seatbelt and moving around.
This wasn't a fear of heights, although he did have a slight fear. But with the temporary " Creeping Hunger " ability to " Short-distance Flight " and " Teleportation " directly, he wasn't that scared. He was just seriously Acting role of a wealthy man named Desi who was riding an airship for the first time.
Just then, Klein was suddenly struck by Spirit Intuition. He quickly tapped his teeth and activated his " Spirit Vision."
He then saw the colors around him intensify and overlap vividly, and saw white bones gushing from the ground like fountains, forming a giant skull nearly four meters tall.
Black flames burned within the skull's eye sockets, and a stack of folded letters lay in its drooping hand.
Mr. Azik's messenger... He's finally recovered from his altered state? Klein was overjoyed and was about to get up to receive the letter.
But it wasn't until he felt resistance in his waist and abdomen that he remembered he was wearing a seatbelt.
As he reached out to untie it, the Bone Messenger crouched down and stuffed the paper into his palm.
Klein paused for a moment, then looked up at the other's eyes, which were burning with dark flames, and nodded slightly as a sign of acknowledgment.
He could understand why the messenger didn't appear on the next level and only let the upper half penetrate the floor. This was a military airship, and besides the " Red Gloves " team from before, there were likely other Beyonder who also possessed Spirit Intuition and a certain degree of " Spirit Vision," enabling them to barely detect the messenger's presence.
However, I don't think it's polite to deliver a letter while squatting like this... I'd rather do it the way I used to... Klein muttered to himself, watching the messenger disintegrate into illusory white bones that cascaded to the ground like a waterfall.
In the large lounge, Daly Simone, who still liked to call herself a " Spirit Medium," suddenly turned her head and looked towards another room across the hall.
She furrowed her brow slightly and narrowed her eyes slightly.
Daly then looked away and said to the low-ranking officer sitting in the corner of the lounge, acting as a waiter:
"Give me a cocktail, half black Rand and half champagne."
"This formula is strange, ma'am," the officer said, unbuckling his seatbelt and walking toward a wine cabinet welded to the floor, attempting to offer his advice.
Daly, wearing blue eyeshadow and blush, smiled and said:
I enjoy tasting unique things.
At this point, she changed the subject and casually asked:
"Besides you and us, there seem to be other people on this airship?"
The officer answered as he opened the liquor cabinet:
"Yes.
"A businessman, I think his Dawn Dantès, has some kind of cooperation with the Ministry of Defense."
Dawn Dantès... Daly paused for a moment, her eyes shifting slightly as she said:
What kind of cooperation?
To her right, Leonard Mitchell subconsciously adjusted his posture, changing from placing his right foot on his left leg to placing his left foot on his right leg.
"I don't know," the officer replied, shaking his head. "It seems they want to draw on that gentleman's experience in the Southern Continent."
" Southern Continent..." Daly repeated the term thoughtfully, without asking any further questions.
In the small lounge across the street, Klein had already unfolded the letter and was reading it carefully.
This was indeed from Azik Eggers, who stated that his previous experiences allowed him to recover more of his memories, forcing him to go into a deep sleep to process and recover, which prevented him from replying in time.
Klein finally relaxed and, in a good mood, shifted his gaze to the following content.
Azik describes the Spirit World Plunderer as follows:
"... This is a rather cunning and rare creature, extremely adept at disguise, making it difficult to find... One advantage it possesses is its strong aggression; however, it is also highly dangerous. Even with near -Sequence 4 strength, one must be extremely cautious, otherwise, one could easily become its fragmented soul..."
"Its specific characteristics are... I'm not entirely clear on or don't recall the areas where the Spirit World Plunderer frequently operate. I suggest you pray to ' Red Light ' Al Moria; He is friendly to humans, willing to answer similar questions, and possesses the corresponding authority... The key to the ritual is the correct honorific name and symbolic representation..."
"Once you have clues about the Spirit World Plunderer, you can wait a while; I might be able to offer some assistance..."
"How could I possibly accept this..." Klein raised his right hand and pinched the sides of his mouth.
He then flipped through the papers, looking at the last page:
"... Similarly, I will help you seal that glove again then... It's not that I don't want to teach you how to seal it, but you probably can't do it yourself. It requires the power of the Underworld, and only an ' Undying ' can do it..."
"Alright, I should be free soon. I remember you mentioned the Death Ring..."
Mr. Azik's change didn't seem too significant, at least not from the letter... Klein slowly exhaled, flicked his wrist, and set the papers on fire, turning them into ashes that drifted into the trash can welded to the ground.
Although Azik's lack of knowledge about the places where Spirit World Plunderer frequently appeared allowed him to preliminarily conclude that this descendant of the Death also did not remember Calderón City, and he could vaguely deduce that the mysterious Spirit World city was mostly unrelated to the Underworld, otherwise Mr. Azik had long since re-established contact with the Underworld, should have remembered some details, he still intended to inquire about Calderón City in his reply.
Regardless, one should always have expectations... Also, I should mention to Mr. Azik that I have arrived in the Southern Continent... Klein began to seriously consider how to write his reply.
However, he did not act immediately, fearing that summoning the messenger would Spirit Intuition the other Beyonder on the airship.
As his gaze shifted, Klein looked out the window once more, only to find the sky outside dark and the place gloomy and silent.
Gazing at the dark sky where the crimson moon was obscured by layers of clouds, " Admiral of Stars " Cattleya withdrew her gaze, picked up her pen, and carefully wrote:
The answer to that question is that neither option is correct.
She was the Original puzzled as to why the Queen didn't simply ask what "homeland" meant, instead offering two guesses. Wouldn't this easily prevent a proper answer? However, after reflection, she realized the Queen was indeed more thoughtful than she had been.
Because we are dealing with a Hidden Existence who is suspected to be an ancient god, and because the total number of diaries provided is only a dozen or twenty, and each time a corresponding answer is obtained, it is difficult for just three pages of diaries, even if they are of high value, to address the crucial question of the spiritual and mental destiny of Emperor Roselle. This hidden secret may be more important than a " Card of Blasphemy ".
The Queen seemed quite fixated on this issue, unwilling to change it. Therefore, she deliberately added two options, hoping for either elimination or affirmation. This reduced the value of the question, perfectly aligning with the principle of equivalent exchange... As Cattleya's thoughts drifted, she recalled some past events:
At that time, she was still young and receiving instruction in various fields. The Queen would occasionally test her with questions and tell her that there were three opportunities to reduce the difficulty in answering them: first, to ask to eliminate a Error option; second, to ask someone on the ship for help; and third, to pray to one of the Seven Lights of the Spirit World to obtain the answer. Of course, the prerequisite was that she could complete the ritual herself.
Clearly, the " Mystery Queen " has chosen the first method, which reduces the difficulty, this time.
Did the Queen have a similar experience as a child? After eliminating two Error options, how far was she from the correct answer...? Cattleya's expression softened unconsciously, and she wrote instead:
"According to my intelligence, Storm is brewing in Backlund. I hope all is well."
She didn't directly mention the major general deputy director of Military Intelligence Section 9 and the royal advisor, since this was information shared at the Tarot Club, unlike the questions she raised herself, which had Mr. The Fool's tacit approval to be directly informed of the Queen.
After folding the letter, Cattleya summoned the messenger of the " Mystery Queen " Bernadette.
Night had just fallen in Port Pritz.
Danitz and Anderson found a hotel run by Intis immigrants and experienced the convenience of language communication.
After putting down his luggage, Danitz, wearing a cloak and boxing gloves, immediately went out again and headed towards the stairwell.
Anderson leaned against the opposite door and asked with amusement:
"Is there anything else?"
Danitz immediately let out a "heh":
Go buy a dictionary!
"This is much more reliable than your body language. In a few days, I might even master a few commonly used words!"
Anderson touched his chin with his left hand, which was gloved with black, and said:
"Your boxing gloves were made from what that Giant left behind, right? What are the negative effects?"
Danitz blurted out:
"They become reckless in their actions, always doing things before thinking about the problems..."
As he spoke, he fell silent.