Chapter 179 Approaching

Frank Li didn't notice Gehrman Sparrow's abnormality, and added another sentence with a smile:

"I just wanted to give you some help and throw some seeds over there. Unfortunately, I can't throw them that far."

Drop some seeds on the Black Tulip? This sea area has the remnant breath of the "Goddess of the Earth", and extraordinary things in the corresponding domain will undergo mutations, attacking at the same time regardless of the enemy... I was also on the "Black Tulip" at the time... Fortunately, you didn't throw it away... Klein suddenly remembered the tragedy of the "Future" before, and the watermelon growing from the head of the dead pirate.

He was just about to think about his words so that the response fit Gehrman Sparrow's personality, when he suddenly saw Heath Doyle standing out from the shadows not far away, bent over and vomited.

The "bloodless man" retched first, then his knees gradually weakened, and he knelt on the deck.

vomit! vomit!

He finally spit out a pool of yellow-green liquid, inside which was a piece of half-corroded gray-black flesh wriggling like twitching.

vomit! vomit! vomit!

Heath Doyle spit out several puddles of similar things in a row

Seeing this scene, Klein felt disgusted and relieved a lot. He was worried that Heath Doyle, the "Rose Bishop", would be polluted if he "eat" food randomly. Now it seems that the other party should just be tolerant and isolated. Do a real digest.

As expected of the not crazy "Rose Bishop"... Klein sighed silently.

Out of the corner of his eye, he was about to move away from the vomit, when some thoughts suddenly flashed in his mind:

The "squirming hunger" has been activated, and it must be "fed" once a day, and there are no outsiders here, no ideal villains... The pirate who died before can't do it, although his companions may not value corpses, but "squirming" "Hunger" is to devour the soul...

I don't know if these pieces of meat can serve as "food", at least they originally belonged to corpses with strong vitality and affected by the breath of the "Earth Goddess"...

Thinking of this, Klein took two steps forward and walked near Heath Doyle.

He couldn't bear to see the puddles of vomit, and instinctively cast his gaze to the other side, to the magnificent sea with the sun shining outside the ship's side.

Then, he stretched out his left palm towards the gray-black flesh.

Creeping Hunger didn't change a bit, didn't split its mouth in the middle of the glove.

It seems that it doesn't want to eat... it can only use it reluctantly first, and deal with potential dangers. If it is close to a day and has not found suitable food, it will be thrown on the gray fog... Klein retracted his hand helplessly, and looked up. He glanced at the direction of the captain's cabin.

The golden brooch in front of "Admiral of the Stars" Cattleya once again shone brightly, condensing out the "Sun Wraith", purifying the gray and black pieces of flesh that Heath Doyle vomited out one by one.

The pirate general's face and expression did not change, but he seemed a little tired, and the deep purple brilliance in his eyes became more and more obvious.

After confirming that the ship had set sail again, Klein didn't stay any longer, and prepared to go back to his room to change his soaked clothes.

Anderson glanced at him, moved closer, and opened his mouth curiously.

"Shut up!" Klein spoke first.

This incident made him lose the murloc sleeve nail, so he became more and more displeased with someone who was plagued by bad luck, and he was short of food that was defined as "squirming hunger".

"...Okay." Anderson raised his hands, "I'll drink quietly."

Klein ignored him, entered the cabin, and returned to his room.

In the bathroom, he took out a "Water-making Charm", chanted ancient Hermes words, made a bathtub of clear water, then took off all his clothes, and lay down in it.

The cold feeling and the warm sunshine made him relax a lot. He picked up the pen and paper he brought from the desk just now, and wrote a divination statement:

"The location of the murloc sleeve nail."

After meditating seven times, Klein lay down completely, pillowed on the front of the bathtub, and fell into a dream.

In the gray, intermittent, illusory world, he saw the deck, and saw a living corpse whose body had been decomposed in several places. The azure murloc sleeve nail was 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 exactly where the ship was.

Sure enough, it was dropped on the "Black Tulip"... Klein opened his eyes and made a judgment.

"I hope that Admiral Hell will not find out, so that I can use this sleeve nail to lock the location of the 'Black Tulip'...

"It doesn't matter if you find out, as long as Ludwell didn't throw away the sleeve nails, and the incident didn't take too long, I can locate it, but the place of divination has to be changed from reality to above the gray fog...

"Also, I have to do a divination later to prevent the 'Admiral Hell' from using the sleeve nails to locate me or even curse me."

"His ring is really suspected to be an item left by the ancient god of death, yes, write to Mr. Ards." Klein quickly cleaned his body and walked out of the bathtub.

After wiping it clean and changing into the previous Loen gentleman outfit, Klein first adjusted the equipment, starched the clothes, then spread out the letter paper and took out the Azik copper whistle.

Standing by the desk, looking at the things above, Klein's outstretched right hand suddenly became slow.

His eyes flickered a few times, then he put away the Azik copper whistle, put it in a small iron box, and used the "spiritual wall" to cut off the breath.

He prepared to leave this sea area, left the "Future", and then summoned the messenger.

"This time the loss is not small. Fortunately, I finally finished digesting the 'Faceless Man' potion, so I can concentrate on waiting for the mermaid to appear...

"Hmm... The actual situation of this God War Ruins is different from what I expected, it actually has the aura of 'Mother Earth Goddess'...

"This must not be left behind, otherwise it is impossible for a god to be unable to control his breath.

"None of the eight ancient gods of the Second Era held authority over the land domain...

"Among their subordinate gods, there are suspicious ones, such as the queen of giants, the 'Goddess of Harvest' Omebella, and the 'Goddess of Life' attached to Lilith, the ancestor of vampires...

"Is this a God's War with the participation of the Gods, or is it really not a matter of the Second Epoch?" Klein suffered from too little knowledge of this God's War relic, so he could only rely on guesswork and supplemented by speculation.

He withdrew his thoughts, cut out the paper man again, and filled it with changes and hidden symbols belonging to "The Fool".

Snapped!

Klein lifted the paper man and shook it.

Flames sprang out of thin air, burning the paper figurine to ashes.

In this way, he can already obtain the desired effect initially. If he wants to be better, he must go above the gray fog to make a response, use the "Black Emperor" card to pry the power of the mysterious space, and cooperate with the "Paper Angel" to provide protection .

After relying on Azik's copper whistle and Will Auceptin's paper crane to interfere with possible peeps, Klein re-entered the bathroom and completed the operation in an orderly manner.

After tidying up the room, he wore the gloves of "Squirming Hunger" and "Tinder" and walked slowly 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 leaning on the wooden barrel, with a calm expression and restrained breath, as if thinking and feeling sad.

Did he really keep his promise and drink quietly all the time? Klein grunted and passed in front of Anderson.

Anderson raised his head slowly, and asked as if dreaming:

"Is there something wrong with the wine here?"

Klein was taken aback for a moment, then seriously replied:

"Yes."

"..." Anderson was speechless.

This guy was too unlucky, and the application of his extraordinary ability failed, so that he didn't notice that there was a problem with the wine? Klein moved the corner of his mouth and walked forward.

On the front deck, many sailors were gathering together, watching Nina perform the duties of the "Storm Lord" priest and hold a brief funeral for the pirate who died just now.

After praying that was not complicated at all, Nina looked around and said:

"It was Revere's wish to be buried on a hill in his home port where the most beautiful sunsets can be seen.

"He wanted to be cremated so he wouldn't be disturbed after death."

"The storm above, may he sleep in peace." Most of the sailors believed in the "Lord of the Storm", and they all punched their left chests with their right fists.

Watching this scene, Klein did not approach, but stood in the distance, watching quietly.

When the funeral was over and the pirate Revere's body was turned into ashes with the help of the scroll, Klein sighed secretly and drew a crimson moon in his heart.

For the rest of the day, the sun was still shining brightly, and the sky was always at noon. The "Future" bypassed several relics and ruins, and went deeper and deeper into the ocean.

Anderson returned to normal at some point, and came to Klein's side.

He glanced over, pointed to the submerged underwater buildings ahead and said:

"Cross this relic, turn left and drive for about ten nautical miles, and you will have a chance to meet a mermaid."

Finally... Klein was about to respond when the sky suddenly darkened and the sunlight disappeared abruptly.

Another night is coming.

Without further ado, he returned to the room and lay down on the bed.

Soon, he woke up in a dream, and in front of him were clean floor-to-ceiling windows, neatly arranged long tables and chairs, and bookshelves full of books.

This time, he returned to the place where he left the dream before, back to the library.

The light of dusk shone in, covering everything with a layer of light gold. Klein walked forward with some doubts, and walked to the bookshelf he browsed last time.

Not surprisingly, he saw "Book of Charms" and other occult classics.

Just as Klein was about to pull out the book and flip through it quickly, his eyes suddenly swept to the opposite bookshelf, and he saw a book with a black cover:

"Roselle Notes 3"!

Emperor's diary? The whole diary? Klein was about to reach out subconsciously.

At this time, the mysterious pair of eyes staring at the deck and himself flashed across his mind, the door opener deep in the mural hall mentioned by Anderson Hood flashed, and the abnormal dream location before him flashed across his mind. transfer situation.

Klein withdrew his gaze, and still pulled out the "Book of Spells".

He came to the long table area, sat down, and began to browse quickly.

Suddenly, he heard a burst of footsteps approaching from the depths of the library.

Klein's spirit tensed instantly, and he slowly raised his head.

The first thing he saw was a pair of black leather boots.

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