Chapter 482 Clues to the Ghost Ship
She had been craving this for a long time. Ever since she boarded the "Blue Avenger" and witnessed the magic of the ghost ship that did not require living people to operate it, she had completely forgotten about the "Red-haired Lady" she bought for 2,000 pounds.
What kind of ship can compare with the ghost ship that can be controlled freely by only one captain and has a maximum speed of over 25 knots?
If the Hanged Man wasn't a member of the Tarot Club, if he was just a pirate who did all sorts of evil things... Every night, Angel would even have such thoughts in her heart that made her feel ashamed.
Now that the information on the "Gazing One" has been resolved, Klein once again put on an expression that said "I leave it all to you tonight." Naturally, Angel didn't want to miss the opportunity.
"Rather than the death ship that lost its crew for various reasons, drifting alone on the sea and mistaken for a ghost ship, I think you're asking about a true 'ghost ship' built in the Fourth Epoch."
Arrodes's receiver clicked and wrote on the illusory white paper with its firing pin.
"They are all warships built using a lost construction method, with specific Beyonder characteristics sealed within their hulls. They can respond to commands from the captain or designated controller, raising sails, advancing, and even engaging in combat on their own. Even if damaged, they will gradually repair themselves. Depending on the Beyonder characteristics sealed within, they can display different combat methods, similar to Beyonders. Of course, a small number of them possess their own minds and may even act contrary to orders.
"There lies a powerful ghost ship near you. It hails from the Fourth Age, a time when gods roamed the world and extraordinary powers were abused wantonly. It awaits your command.
"Of course, whether or not to accept its services depends on your will."
Angel felt a sense of absurdity.
Could it be that Arrodes was referring to the "Blue Avenger" of "The Hanged Man" Alger?
Angel couldn't help but tilt his head and look out the window. On the distant dock, the towering mast of the "Blue Avenger" was vaguely visible.
This ghost ship with its own thoughts must be guarded by living sailors, otherwise it will most likely raise its sails and escape from the dock as quickly as possible.
It had been secretly spying on Klein and me before. It couldn't possibly have completely surrendered just because I threatened it with the "Disaster" spell, or even wanted to defect from the Church of Storms like this Arrodes... She pondered, and a little hope suddenly emerged in her heart.
"It's my turn to ask questions, okay?"
When Angel came to his senses, the receiver uttered a few words cautiously.
"Can."
Although she guessed that Arrodes would not ask any embarrassing questions that would touch upon the dark side of people's hearts, she still took a deep breath and prepared herself.
"Thank you for your answer."
This sealed object, which had its own thoughts, once again made the two of them feel the limits of humility and flattery.
"The aura is about to dissipate. Your loyal servant, Arrodes, awaits the opportunity to offer his knowledge and power once again..."
The receiver finally spit out two lines of words, and then there was no movement.
"It really is... a strange sealed object."
Not knowing how to describe it, after a long silence, Angel finally spoke.
"From the moment we first came into contact with it, its attitude towards us was different from its attitude towards the Mechanical Heart. At least so far, it has done us no harm and has even provided us with great assistance."
Klein looked at the receiver by the window and spoke softly.
He suddenly remembered their first encounter with "Arrods" at Isengard Stanton's house in Backlund, the day they had just driven away the "Apostle of Desire".
Then came…
Thinking about what happened that day and the "accident" that confirmed Angel's feelings for him, Klein cautiously glanced at Angel beside him and was surprised to find that he was also secretly looking at him.
She also remembered what happened that day... Klein immediately confirmed this.
Compared to her time as the "Joyful" Witch, Angel's allure, which stems from her extraordinary abilities, appearance, and actions, has been restrained. However, when she is alone, she will deliberately display it, achieving an effect far exceeding that of the past.
And when we were on the Blue Avenger, she kept teasing me...
Thinking with some indignation, Klein suddenly transformed into "German" as if he had been detached from himself. His face darkened, and he suddenly reached out to hug Angel, leaned close to her ear, and whispered softly:
"That day, I actually heard it outside the door..."
Before he could finish his words, he saw with satisfaction that Angel's amethyst eyes widened and his moist lips parted slightly.
"Which day?"
She denied it awkwardly, but her blushing cheeks said it all.
Klein, who had been holding it in for days on the boat, could no longer hold it in. He picked her up and walked towards the bedroom.
Anyway, the Blue Avenger won't leave until tomorrow...
Angel struggled with her hands and feet in his arms, trying to break free from his grip, but her physical strength and close combat skills far surpassed his, and her pushes and kicks seemed so weak and powerless.
It was like a caress to Klein.
"Bang--"
The door was closed, leaving only the radio receiver lying quietly in the moonlight.
Ta-da, ta-da, ta-da.
The firing pin struck lightly to answer the question, but a portion of the illusory white paper that had not yet disappeared was ejected. On it was a small figure with tears in its eyes, waving its hands, but with a smile on its face.
Whoosh, as if afraid of being discovered, the paper was sucked back into the machine.
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Early the next morning, loaded with water and fresh food, and reacquainted with the sailors who had returned satisfied after eating, drinking and having fun, the "Blue Avenger" raised its sails, left Hakata Port, and headed southwest at full speed.
Angel, who had not returned home all night, provided a clear and accurate map to Alger, the "Hanged Man". According to the latter's judgment, the ghost ship would reach the unnamed island in the afternoon. Angel and Klein would then leave the team to search for traces of the "Gazer". According to the agreement, Alger and his sailors did not need to, and did not dare to, participate in it.
That's a supernatural creature that can provide materials for Sequence 4 potions, so I won't join in the fun... Alger pondered, looking at the "world" with an indifferent expression, but obviously a little tired.
The two of them went out and did not return all night...
He thought he had understood the truth of the matter. Seeing the "Queen" carrying her luggage down from the cabin first, he slowly approached her and said:
"I know a pharmacist who can help you. When you get back to Bayam, go find him at the herbal medicine shop in the alley across from the Red Theater.
"I heard it from the sailors, but they all said it was very effective."
Alger added, worried that the other party might misunderstand that he was well versed in this matter.
After a brief pause, Klein understood what the Hanged Man meant.
I will definitely set a fire next time, and no one can persuade me... He took a deep breath, forced a cold smile, and barely maintained his "German" persona.
"unnecessary."
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With its sails fully spread, the Blue Avenger was moving forward at an extremely precise angle, taking advantage of the sideways sea breeze. The ships behind it that watched it sail into unknown waters and tried to catch up to see what was going on were quickly left behind by its unparalleled speed and had no choice but to turn around and leave.
With the precise direction, the ghost ship arrived at its target location, the island where the "Gazer" was said to be wandering, before dusk, when the sun was still setting in the southwest.
Angel took the monocular he had borrowed from Alger, brought it close to his eyes, and looked at the island in the distance whose coastline was still hidden below the horizon.
"There's a mountain to the north and south, with a long, narrow valley in between. Although I can't see the coast, it should be the one I'm looking for. However, I didn't see the stranded ship. Perhaps it has been rescued."
She said to Klein, handing him the telescope.
"The wind is blowing in that direction right now. We'll be there in about an hour." Alger squinted his eyes, observing the target with his exceptional navigator's vision. "Will you spend the night on the ship and explore the next day, or will you start immediately after arriving?"
It was already around four in the afternoon, and the sunlight would dim in two hours at most, making it unsuitable for exploring unfamiliar places. Angel wanted to say they would set off tomorrow, but then he remembered Arrodes's reminder and worried that the "Gazer" would soon change his residence due to some kind of shock. After a moment of silence, he replied:
"I'll make the decision when we get there."
She exchanged a glance with Klein, and the two of them went into the cabin and returned to their rooms.
"I'm going to try summoning the black cat messenger first and try the method Arrodes mentioned. If Ms. Wensa responds positively, we'll set out at dusk and find the 'Gazing One' as soon as possible. If it refuses to help, we'll make all preparations and land on the island tomorrow morning."
After she told Klein her concerns, she set up the candles and built the altar.
"I've also contracted a messenger who can communicate. If you refuse, you can try mine."
Klein leaned against the wall with a smile on his face, watching Angel set up the altar.
"Ms. Wensa is very powerful. I suspect that when she was alive... well, perhaps she can still be considered alive now... she was a mid-sequence Beyonder, even as good as me now."
Angel said, "Build a spiritual wall that includes Klein." He rubbed the spiritual fire, lit the candle, and began to recite the summoning spell.
"…a messenger belonging exclusively to Angelica Thatch."
“…”
It was extremely quiet inside the spiritual wall, the candlelight burned steadily, and the two of them stared at each other, seeing confusion on each other's faces.
Ms. Winsa is not even willing to respond?
"Oh, looks like I still have to do it!"
As German chuckled and walked forward, Angel poked him hard. His abdominal muscles twitched for a long time before calming down.
He waited for Angel to extinguish the candles and end the ceremony, then he directly used the existing altar and recited the spell to summon the messenger.
Since both were searching for messengers and signing contracts under the guidance of Mr. Azik, Klein's messenger summoning spell was almost identical to Angel's, except that the final name was changed to "German Sparrow."
After chanting the mantra, the room was also extremely quiet.
"Shall we go to the island tomorrow morning?"
After a long silence, Angel said hesitantly.
…
Above the deck, Alger Wilson, with sweat on his forehead, watched the sails dancing overhead, seemingly driven by dozens of frantic sailors pulling on the ropes.
For some reason, this ghost ship had undergone unknown changes since a few minutes ago. Although it was trying to maintain its course and speed towards the nameless island, it was quite reluctant. If it weren't for the captain who kept giving it orders in his mind that it could not refuse, it would probably turn around immediately and get as far away from its destination as possible.
"Is it afraid of that island? No, we've stayed on course, and I've also raised our defenses to the highest level... Is it some messenger heading for my ship again?"
Alger muttered, looking down in the direction of the room where the two Tarot Club members were staying. An idea popped into his head that even he himself found unlikely.
“Woo, woo—”
The sound of the sea breeze whistling through the canvas could be heard, and the "Blue Avenger" seemed to have given up resistance, and the sails quickly stabilized.
…
Inside the room, Angel and Klein were about to clean up the altar and remove the spiritual wall when suddenly there was a gust of wind, and the dying candle flames exploded.
A human figure slowly emerged from the flames. She was wearing a complicated black dress with a neat cut on her neck. In each hand she held two heads with long golden hair.
At this moment, one of the heads in her right hand was biting a ball of black fur tightly, and below was a big black cat whose back was being bitten, but it was pinching the cheek of another head with its fangs and claws. The two heads in her left hand also moved forward, staring at the black cat with its scarlet eyes, waiting for an opportunity to attack.
Under the stunned gaze of the two men, the two messengers who were fighting suddenly stopped their actions.
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