Chapter 491 Reorganized Ghost Ship

"Captain, it's almost six o'clock. There's only one hour left."

The sailor beside him whispered to Alger, the "Hanged Man".

On the deck of the "Blue Avenger", all the sailors gathered at the bow, looking at the quiet, mysterious and nameless island not far away. Under the cover of the evening sun, it seemed to be coated with a layer of light the same color as gold.

"I understand. Wait a little longer."

Alger nodded grimly.

In another hour, "Queen" and "World" would land on the island, and contact would have been lost for a whole day, which was also the longest waiting time they had agreed upon.

After that, the ghost ship will leave, and being stranded on this remote, uninhabited island, far from the shipping route, almost means death for a Mid-Sequence Beyonder who has no ability to travel long distances.

Was the Gazer too powerful, their hunt failing, their lives even lost? Their one-third share of the profits still belonged to the Queen, and she and the World were both crucial forces for the Tarot Club... Was the young Queen, practically a young girl, about to face death again?

The other person's face, always with a faint smile, appeared in his mind. Alger pursed his lips and looked at the sailors around him who were also worried about the safety of the two, or worried about the "final payment" of this mission. He was about to speak.

Bang--

There was a muffled sound from under the bow. He leaned over to look and saw a thick wooden board almost as big as a small boat hitting the solid waterline of the ghost ship with the waves. It scraped twice and slowly drifted away. It was heading towards the island not far away.

It's low tide now, so the floating objects should move away from the island... Is there something strange?

"Pick it up."

Alger casually gave an order, having the Blue Avenger use a cable to grab the plank and bring it to the deck for a closer inspection.

The rope beside him curled up and did not extend downwards, but returned to the mast, as if rejecting the captain's order.

Although ghost ships generally have the characteristic of "escaping control", they are usually very well-behaved and obedient when the captain or designated commander is on board. This kind of direct disobedience to orders is extremely rare!

Seeing the plank about to drift away, Alger turned back to look at the sailors and was about to order them to go into the water to retrieve it when suddenly a gray mist surged before his eyes. A blond figure bowed his head in prayer within it.

"Dear Mr. Fool, The World and I have safely returned to Bayam. Please tell Mr. The Hanged Man that he and his ghost ship can return. I will offer him the balance of this journey later."

call--

Alger heard himself breathe a sigh of relief.

But a doubt immediately arose in his mind:

How did they manage to cross a thousand miles and return to Bayam in one day, a journey that would take the extremely fast Blue Avenger four days?

As far as he knew, except for a very small number of mid-sequence beings, fast travel was a privilege reserved for demigods!

Temporarily calming his speculation, he cleared his throat and announced that he would set off for the return trip and leave the island after ten minutes of preparation.

"The two employers will depart on other ships, so we don't need to wait. Of course, the balance will be settled on time. After returning to the City of Generosity, we'll have three days off!"

After a brief moment of surprise, the crew cheered. Although some still wondered how their captain knew their whereabouts, the extra income and vacation quickly dispelled these doubts, which was also the result Alger had hoped for.

He turned around and looked at the sea, and found that the wooden board had floated far away, as if there was an extra force pushing it. He shook his head and put aside his curiosity.

But when he looked at the isolated island for the last time, Alger suddenly noticed a subtle shadow appearing on one side of the island. With an idea in mind, he picked up the monocular at his waist, zoomed it to the maximum, and looked at that location.

Beneath the cliff, among the reefs, countless strips of wood and thick planks were gathering together, meshing and fastening with each other at an astonishing speed under the assembly of invisible hands. In the few tens of seconds that he observed, a keel had gradually taken shape. Judging from its scale, it was at least a huge warship nearly a hundred meters long!

It's a ghost ship assembling itself!

Alger felt a layer of cold sweat on his back. He put down the telescope and looked at the wooden board that was drifting away in that direction. He suddenly understood its abnormality and the reason why the "Blue Avenger" refused the order.

"Set sail, now!"

Regardless of the fact that the crew were picking up items on the deck, he shouted, and the three main sails of the ghost ship were instantly spread out, the rigging was tightened, and the angle was adjusted in the sea breeze. Then it suddenly started at a speed that made the sailors stagger, drew an arc with an extremely short radius, and left the isolated island at full speed.

This is much faster than any other voyage, or even combat speed!

The Queen and World that left early, the revived ghost ship, the High-Sequence Beyonders who might come to help them… Alger's mind flashed through thoughts one after another, and he struggled to piece them together.

Wait, Miss "Queen", you already know that Gehrman Sparrow is "The World"?

He suddenly realized a fact that had been accidentally overlooked, and a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I'm afraid the scene of their recognition won't be very friendly..."

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"Hmph, Klein, Sherlock, Hermann, and the 'world'..."

With a cold smile on his face, Angel sat in the hired carriage heading out of the city. The unfriendly aura he exuded made the coachman shrink his neck inexplicably.

It was already Thursday, the day after she and Klein returned to Bayam. The Hanged Man's ship might not arrive until the weekend, and she was about to head to the rebels' private port in the suburbs to find Elaine and see how her "investment" had worked out.

Of course, these were all excuses. The real intention was to leave Klein and leave him out for a while.

The reason was that Angel was filled with anger, both towards himself and Klein.

"So many clues are before me... The World was in Backlund, and he was there too. When he arrived at sea, The World left Backlund. After he acquired Creeping Hunger, The World sold the Faceless Man's Beyonder characteristics because their abilities overlapped with his own... Most importantly, every time I attended the Tarot Club, I could find a reasonable excuse to avoid him. I thought it was a clever ploy, but it turns out he wanted to attend the Tarot Club too..."

Looking back on what happened after they reunited in Backlund, and even the time they spent together at sea, Angel felt immense regret and a hint of anger.

He regretted that he hadn't noticed it for so long, and only realized it after the other party explained it. He was angry that Klein had concealed it for so long, and he must have witnessed a lot of jokes in secret.

"I even asked Mr. Hanged Man to get rid of him on the Blue Avenger, and I was even gloating over it. Turns out he was watching everything... Wait, didn't the Hanged Man also know he was The World? Am I the only one who's been kept in the dark?"

Thinking of this, Angel clenched his fists.

I'm so mad. It will take me at least a whole day to forgive him!

She thought angrily.

…

After getting off the carriage and leaving the few roads on Blue Mountain Island, Angel walked through the jungle and came to the rebel private port hidden deep in the dense forest. Compared to when he left a week ago, there were several more pirate ships and smuggling ships here, making the small port seem extremely lively.

It didn't take much effort for her to find the "Redhead" that belonged to her and Elaine. The three-masted sailboat worth 2,000 pounds had been repainted bright red above the waterline. Several sailors were busy on the deck, pulling the sails and moving items.

Elaine, with her long brown hair and slightly round face, was directing the lifting of heavy objects on the dock. She was dressed in a tight-fitting shirt, trousers, and knee-high boots. Though her red hair and handsome features were no longer prominent, her figure, set off by her clothes, was still tall and alluring, drawing glances from passing sailors. In the distance, a bold crew member on a docked smuggling ship whistled excitedly.

With the idea of playing a prank in his mind, Angel quietly approached and used the "Hypocrisy" ring to transform himself into the appearance of "Vice Admiral of Disease" Tracy. She was originally wearing men's style clothes that were easy to move in. After the change in her face shape and figure, it was almost impossible to tell the difference between her and the Tracy he met that night.

"Elaine, I didn't expect you to be here..."

Angel stopped several meters away from the other party and spoke in Tracy's tone to avoid alerting the vigilant "hunter".

The woman with an alluring back in front of him stiffened, her arm muscles suddenly tensed, and she turned her head as if her neck was rusted.

What surprised Angel was that Elaine did not run away or attack immediately. The expression on her face was completely different from before, a mixture of surprise, panic, and even some joy of reunion after a long separation.

"Tracy, why are you here..."

Her gray eyes looked at Angel in a daze, which made the latter's heart suddenly tighten.

Wait, Elaine's behavior isn't right. I came here to scare her...

Angel subconsciously took a step back.

Fortunately, Elaine reacted quickly and her facial expression returned to normal.

"No, Tracy couldn't possibly know what I look like now... Are you Miss Angelica?"

Knowing that he had been exposed, Angel nodded, and his face shape and figure instantly returned to their original appearance. Of course, in order to conceal his identity, his hair color and eye color changed slightly.

"It's you... Are you here to check on the progress of the 'Redhead' preparations?"

After adjusting her mood, Elaine soon put on a confident smile.

But she acted like that just now, she must have thought I was Tracy... Angel complained in his heart, and under the guidance of the other party, he began to visit the sailboat he invested in.