Chapter 522 Journey
In his temporary single suite, Klein carefully explored every corner, put away his modest luggage, and then sat down on the edge of the bed.
Just now, when Admiral of the Stars Cattleya said that she would arrange separate single rooms for him and Angel, he had a slight thought of refusing. After all, the two of them had almost slept in the same bed for the past few months and had long been accustomed to each other's presence.
Although the "Future" belonged to the Tarot Club's "Hermit," it didn't mean it was absolutely safe. Therefore, Klein agreed to live separately and spent the first night cautiously to avoid being caught in some "accident."
We did the same on the Blue Avenger. Fortunately, Angel understood what I meant and did not refuse... He thought with relief, unbuttoned his neatly tailored double-breasted suit, took out magical items, talismans and spare ammunition one by one, and placed them on the table.
Among them are Mr. Azik's copper whistle and the paper cranes from Will Auceptin. They are derived from the power of angels and can resist most mystical prying eyes.
Then there are the biotoxin bottles, fire gloves and other magical items that are not necessary to carry with you.
Klein only kept the "Creeping Hunger" to deal with possible attacks. As long as this magical item was not activated, it had no side effects, which was much better than other things.
Thinking of this, his throat felt itchy and he couldn't help coughing.
Oh no, I've been carrying the "biological toxin bottle" with me for more than two hours and I'm starting to get sick... He touched his forehead and found that he didn't have a fever, but only had symptoms of pharyngitis. He then prepared to leave the bedroom and go to a nearby restaurant to find a cup of hot water to moisten his throat.
But I guess there's only beer, or even strong liquor, on this ship... Muttering to himself, Klein stood up from the bed and suddenly heard an illusory prayer in his ears.
Angel? No, the voice was a little different. It should be Miss Justice...
He sighed inwardly, gave up his plan of "drinking more hot water", returned to his room, and under the protection of the spiritual wall and the extraordinary items from the angels, took four steps backwards and came to the top of the gray fog.
"Mr. Fool, I found a notebook from the Twenty Years' War. It's very likely related to the dragon. I'd like to use your power to perform a magic mirror divination to confirm its origin."
Rarely, Miss Justice's voice carried a hint of panic and hesitation.
Magic mirror divination... Well, although the audience channel shouldn't have the additional advantages of divination, if you pray to a being that can respond to her, it can indeed constitute a third-party force in divination... Klein subconsciously wanted to maintain Mr. Fool's prestige and put the request on hold for a day or two. But then he thought about entering the mysterious waters in the eastern part of the Sonia Sea soon, and now was the best time, so he gave the other party a direct affirmative answer.
This was the Evil God from the early days of his career, responsive to every request and personally involved in every matter… He chuckled softly within the gray mist, letting the deep, foolish tones echo through the palace. He waited a moment, then saw the crimson star representing Justice repeatedly expand and contract, and the honorific name of “The Fool” emanated from within.
After the name and prayer were finished, a dark, deep aura appeared around the stars. It surrounded the area and condensed into a halo the size of a dressing mirror. The inside was hazy and blurry, and a figure sitting in front of the mirror could be vaguely seen.
Is this what the "third party" who receives the prayer sees during divination with the magic mirror?
Klein was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered the scene every time Angel performed divination with the magic mirror.
Luckily, she only prayed to the Goddess of Night, and not some evil spirits. Well, at most, it only included the Fool, that is, myself...
He felt relieved and extended his spirituality toward the circle of light.
It was as if his eyes and vision were extended through the aperture. Klein quickly saw the real world on the other side of the mirror, just like a severely myopic person putting on his glasses. The haziness and blur faded, and the praying figure became clear.
She was a young girl with her blonde hair casually tied behind her head. She was wearing a white lace long dress. Her emerald green eyes reflected the candlelight like shining gems. Her facial features and oval face created a breathtaking beauty, and her temperament was elegant and pure.
Demon...witch?
Klein, who was quite experienced, immediately thought of Mitis in Tingen, Triss in Backlund, and Tracy at sea.
And his Angel.
Thinking about it this way, Angel was still much prettier than her. Well, it was mainly the difference in temperament. Miss Justice gave people the feeling of being underage, immature and reserved. Although Angel also restrained the power of "joy" after being promoted to Sequence 5, that was only in front of outsiders. Once in bed...
With great difficulty, he gathered his thoughts and quickly took in the environment on the other side of the mirror.
A luxurious bedroom. It seems that Miss Justice is doing divination in her own bedroom. Her blonde hair and face shape match the vague appearance at the Tarot meeting. She is not an imposter. The diamond necklace on her chest has a subtle connection with me. Is it a magical item made with the characteristics of the "Faceless Man"?
"Mirror, mirror, tell me the whereabouts of the owner of this notebook."
At this moment, the melodious and pleasant voice of "justice" came from the other side of the mirror.
Klein, who had been well prepared, quickly wrote the divination statement on a piece of paper and entered the dream state for divination, while simultaneously materializing the image he saw on the "magic mirror."
This is indeed a notebook related to dragons!
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"This notebook is related to the 'Apprentice' path. Specifically, it corresponds to the 'Recorder' at Sequence 6. It allows you to record any Beyonder abilities you encounter for future use."
In front of Magician Fors, a broad-shouldered middle-aged man pointed to a palm-sized, copper-green ancient notebook. Written on the cover in ancient Feysac was the words "I came, I saw, I recorded."
He is Dorian Grey Abraham, a descendant of the ancient Abraham family and Fors's teacher.
After confirming through divination that Fors could have a positive impact on the fate of Abraham's family, the descendant took her in as a student and taught her carefully. Fors did not disappoint him and quickly mastered the acting method, safely passing the stages of "apprentice" and "magic master". Unlike other Abrahams, she did not die inexplicably on a full moon night.
This allowed Dorian to confidently hand over the Sequence 7 "Astrologer" formula to her, as well as entrust her with the "Lemanno's Travel Notes."
"It's also called 'Lemano's Magic Book.' It has a high success rate for recording abilities below demigod level. However, at Sequence 4, attempting to record abilities with divine influence requires using only three burnt-yellow pages, and the success rate is less than 10%."
Spreading out the "Travel Notes", Dorian introduced to Fors in detail the function and usage of this magical item.
The ability to record, which can then be used once, can record up to demigods. Is this really something a Sequence 8 like me can possess… Fors’s mind was a little confused. She tried hard to remember what her teacher had taught her, but she couldn’t help but think of the powerful and mysterious members of the Tarot Club, as well as Mr. Fool, who was at the pinnacle and seemed like a god.
No, that would be too disrespectful to Mr. Fool... But the other members, the powerful "Queen," the mysterious "Hermit," the cold "World," they could all perhaps let me record their abilities. Of course, for a fee...
Fors could barely conceal the smile on her face. She took the notebook from Dorian, stroked the words on the cover, silently reciting the name "Travel Notes," and couldn't help but recall the moment she became powerful.
Even those who don’t like to go out have their own dreams!
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"Look, once this kind of fish is successfully cultivated, our dining table will have not only salted fish, but also red wine and Nepos produced from it!"
Catching a fat sea fish whose tail was still flapping, "toxin expert" Frank Lee excitedly said to Klein.
Then he took a small knife, stabbed it accurately into the fish's belly, pulled it open, and placed the incision close to the wine glass.
Deep red blood flowed out, and what entered Klein's nostrils was not a fishy smell, but a faint aroma of alcohol.
It really was wine. Although he looked and acted like a madman, the things he made were surprisingly magical... Klein watched speechlessly as Frank poured out a full glass of wine and held it high in a show-off manner. He glanced at the sailors beside him and saw that they had all taken a step back. He also quietly moved forward, protecting everyone in front of him.
At this moment, "Admiral of the Stars" Cattleya came from a distance. She was still wearing the same black robe and thick glasses that blocked her deep purple eyes.
"Frank, is Nina ready?"
She asked, looking past the sailors who were huddled together, unwilling to approach First Mate Frank.
"She's already finished a whole bottle of Nepos, warmed up, and is changing clothes." Seeing his captain arrive, Frank put down his glass and the red wine fish that was already rolling its eyes, and pointed to the hatch on the other side. "Look, they're coming."
they?
Klein was stunned and subconsciously turned around to look in the direction Frank was pointing.
The boatswain Nina, who was over 1.8 meters tall and had her blonde hair tied in a high ponytail, walked out of the cabin door. She was wearing a black tights that looked like it was made of whale skin. It was connected from the ankles to the wrists and then to the neck, leaving only a small amount of fair skin exposed.
This outfit concealed her somewhat broad shoulders and hips, but highlighted her bust which was much larger than that of an average person. The sight of her swaying as she walked stunned the sailors on the deck.
Nina had no intention of hiding anything. She walked out of the cabin generously, spread her arms, and did stretching exercises before going into the water.
Klein could hear the heavy breathing of the sailor beside him, and he felt a little uncomfortable. However, the pride of a crazy adventurer made him stare at Nina fiercely. Then, he looked away with a guilty conscience and looked behind the boatswain.
Angel, also wearing a fish-skin bodysuit, stepped out of the door hesitantly. She was nearly half a head shorter than Nina, and her figure was even smaller, presenting a typical contrast in size between the people of Loen and Feysac.
Her long, light golden hair, which had gradually grown to her waist, was carefully tied into a ponytail and then wrapped behind her head. Her fair and translucent skin looked even more delicate against the black tights. Her calves were slender and beautiful, and her smooth feet and toes stepped on the rough deck. Her slender fingers were gathered together and protected in front of her chest, covering her breasts, which were slightly smaller than Nina's but more prominent on her somewhat thin body.
Suddenly, Klein felt his breathing become heavier.
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