Chapter 477 Fear of Fire and Reply

"The lights and candles are all out. You may come up."

Angel leaned against the side of the boat and whispered down.

A moment later, the "Hanged Man" Alger carefully climbed up the rope ladder. He quickly scanned the deck and found that apart from the moonlight, there was no fire that he was extremely afraid of. Then he climbed over the side of the ship and returned to his "Blue Avenger".

The moment he stepped onto the deck, he used his captain's authority to order the ghost ship to turn off all the lights from the upper deck to his captain's room, and his tense back and limbs finally relaxed.

So this is how I behaved under the negative effects of the "Magic Pocket Watch" before... Angel suppressed the corners of his mouth, put on a serious expression, and looked at Mr. Hanged Man who had been in the "fear of fire" state for a full twelve hours.

Klein, who was standing beside her, had a blank expression on his face, but his gaze fell on Alger with great interest. Angel guessed that if everyone wasn't all followers of Mr. Fool and had just cooperated, he might try to light a flame and act like a defiant, crazy adventurer.

The few sailors around stared at their captain curiously. This powerful "navigator" had a calm expression before leaving the "Blue Avenger", as if he was accompanying his two employers on an outing. But now there was fear in his eyes, and the blue, fishy liquid was all over his shirt and face. He was curled up slightly like a hamster.

"Everyone return to your posts. We will set sail and leave here in five minutes."

Alger gave the order with a stern face, quickly driving the sailors off the deck. After all, the sailors' real "job" was just cleaning the cabin, cooking, and washing clothes.

After a few months of service on this ghost ship, most of them became poker masters, and half of them had mastered how to shine their boots in three minutes.

"We'll... discuss the distribution tomorrow. I'm going back to the captain's cabin to start the ship and leave."

Seeing the sailors leaving one after another, Alger handed the bag containing the black giant spider's head to Angel and spoke very quickly. Then, without looking back, he fled and quickly left the deck.

"Was I like this before?"

Angel murmured as he looked at the other person's back.

"No, you're different..." Klein finally couldn't help laughing. "At least I definitely wouldn't try to light a fire to scare you."

"So you really tried to scare Mr. Alger... No, that's not right. Are you talking about what happened that night?"

Angel suddenly realized that Klein was alluding to the night he killed the "Apostle of Desire." His face changed and he reached out to poke him in the waist.

Klein, with a smile on his face, wanted to hide but didn't dare. The muscles in his waist were tense, ready for a fierce attack, but Angel just stroked him lightly before retracting his arm, and even took a few steps back, away from him.

She secretly used the ability of "joy".

The smile on his face disappeared instantly, and his cheeks gradually turned red. Klein leaned forward slightly to hide the changes in his body. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but held it back at the last moment. He just silently turned sideways and tugged at the hem of his windbreaker.

Humph, let you laugh at me... Angel was very happy and surprised at the other party's restraint. Just as he was about to continue his "test", a strange noise suddenly came from his head.

“Huh, huh, huh.”

As if someone was making a shrill laugh, Angel looked up suddenly and found that the sails that had been rolled up on the three masts of the "Blue Avenger" were swaying and falling down by themselves. The thick cables were tied to the fixed frame like long snakes, tightening the canvas, adjusting the angle of the cross sail, and blowing in the night sea breeze.

The ship suddenly jumped forward, and the masts, decks and even the planks below creaked under the heavy weight. The entire ghost ship accelerated on its own without any sailor's intervention, and left the primitive island in a graceful arc.

But I always feel that this ghost ship is laughing at us. It might not still be spying on us... Angel glanced at Klein and immediately lost interest in playing around.

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"The feathers are relatively dry and can be stuffed into a bullet box. Once sealed with the Spiritual Wall, they won't react with the container... The giant spider's Beyonder characteristics are all concentrated in these compound eyes. They must be handled quickly, otherwise they and the head may mutate and become some kind of bizarre sealed object that can breathe fire... The venom gland is usually useful, too, so keep it with them."

Klein explained in a low voice, holding a meat cleaver borrowed from the sailor, carefully prying the decapitated black giant spider's head and removing its pair of compound eyes.

Angel stuffed twelve crystal feathers of the Blue Shadow Falcon into the narrow bullet box, building a spiritual wall to temporarily seal them.

In addition to the feathers, one-third of the fruit of the psychedelic wind chime tree and the compound eyes of the black giant spider will be given to Alger. Their value is currently unknown, so I'm afraid I can only wait until next Monday's Tarot Club to ask others.

Since this collaborator should now spend twelve difficult hours in the dark captain's room, Angel decided to talk to him tomorrow to discuss how to divide the two spoils.

Fortunately, the feathers left behind by the two extra Blue Shadow Falcons were equivalent to the main ingredients for two Sequence 6 Wind-Favored Ones. Based on Angel's experience in Backlund, they should be able to sell for over 3,000 pounds.

Even if she didn't find the "Gazer" on this journey, the income alone would be worth the price of admission... She lamented the huge profits from "robbery", and the last trace of guilt she felt towards the Blue Shadow Falcon family was extinguished by the gold pounds.

Then she picked up the pair of compound eyes that she had just dug out from the bristly spider's head, still covered with a little mucus, and found that they had been stuck together by some magical force, forming a slightly larger eyeball. The tiny single eyes inside reflected the faint candlelight, as if there was still life in them.

Through contact, Angel discovered that this extraordinary material could be used in basic ways to project fireballs or flame spears, which made her more certain that it was a Sequence 7 or Sequence 6 potion material belonging to the "Hunter" pathway.

"Maybe I can sell it to Elaine or Danitz... Well, if Danitz knows the formula for Sequence 6, I can exchange this material with him, and then give the formula to Elaine..."

She chuckled and said to Klein who was wiping his hands. She also sealed the spider's eyeball with the spiritual wall. She possessed a much more powerful cursed black flame that could be used in conjunction with her invisible silk thread, curse attack and other abilities. She was not interested in throwing fireballs in battle.

Finally, she picked up the translucent, fist-sized psychedelic wind chime fruit and found that by holding the fruit and inputting spiritual energy into it, she could use the wind chime tree's "hypnotic" ability to a limited extent, but the effect was still unclear, and she had no intention of searching for a target on this friendly ship to try it out.

Maybe...

She glanced at Klein, whose face still had a strange red hue beside her, and gave up her "evil" plan.

Otherwise, he might have to stay in my room tonight... Angel carefully put away the fruits, put this pile of extraordinary materials, which was probably worth more than 5,000 pounds, into the innermost cabinet of the room and locked it.

"puff--"

The moment the cabinet door closed, a dark shadow flashed out from inside, passed over her head, and landed on the table behind her. Klein, who was distracted by Angel's back, was startled and jumped up from his chair.

The candlelight in the room flickered without wind, its light dim and unclear, as if the ghost ship was trying to stop the invading spiritual creatures again, but failed miserably again.

"It's Ms. Wensa."

Angel moved closer and tried to touch the black cat with smooth fur, but the cat dodged him nimbly, threw down a letter, flicked its tail, and disappeared back into the spirit world in front of the two of them.

When the water ripples connecting to the spiritual world disappeared, a faint "hum" sound was heard.

It seems that it really found Laura through divination... Angel took the letter, opened it and read it quickly.

“Long time no see, Miss Irene, I believe you use a pseudonym like me.

“Yes, I do have a relationship with Katerina Pellet. To be exact, she is my mother, and Tracy, who has become the ‘Lieutenant General of Disease’, was once my younger brother.

"I also want to apologize for lying to you earlier. I didn't 'betray' the witch sect, but I never joined them. Among my mother's descendants, males will be given 'assassin' potions upon reaching adulthood and join their ranks. Women like me will be raised by my mother and are not allowed to follow the path of assassins.

"But when they gave birth to me, for some reason, they inherited a small amount of extraordinary characteristics from me. Therefore, I was born an 'assassin' and had no choice but to continue on this path of potions. She didn't force me to join the sect, nor did she restrict me too much. It wasn't until Tres, my younger brother, showed qualities that she thought were worth cultivating that I gained my freedom and escaped from her.

"Of course, my opposition to the Witch Cult has nothing to do with this; it's purely a personal grudge. If you're interested, I'll tell you after returning to Backlund. But don't worry, as long as your target is also the Witch Cult, I'll always stand by you.

"Finally, your Sherman is quite talented. He has already digested the 'Assassin' potion. I plan to assign him a solo mission to assassinate a member of the Gnosis Society in the near future. The 'Instigator' potion and the 'Acting Method' will be his reward."

Sure enough, like Tracy, Laura was a descendant of the "ageless" witch Katarina, but the "mother" she mentioned and the "mom" she mentioned were not the same person? Could it be that... after their "father" and Katarina had united, they were transformed into a woman by the potion and became their "mom"?

And Tracy, like Triss, was originally a man... No wonder she still likes women and insists on capturing Elaine... No, I was also originally a man, but now...

Angel handed Lola's reply to Klein, his mind full of the chaotic parent-child relationship of the Pelle family and his own "uniqueness".

But now that her relationship with Klein had become like this, she couldn't just abandon him... She secretly glanced at Klein and found that he was concentrating on the letter in his hand and didn't show any strange expression. She breathed a sigh of relief.

In his eyes, I should be a "female" witch. After all, when I joined the Nighthawks and met him, I was still an "assassin". He also didn't know that my identity was fake. Only the Hanged Man and Justice knew this, and they didn't know Klein, who hadn't joined the Tarot Club... Angel secretly comforted himself, suppressing the guilt of concealing his identity. He looked at the gradually fading redness on Klein's face, wondering whether to "poke" him in the waist again.