Chapter 470: Doubts about the "Admiral of the Star"
No wonder Mr. Sun couldn't trade with gold pounds or other currencies. No wonder his Silver City was surrounded by monsters I'd only seen in books. No wonder he became a member here before even reaching Sequence 7... Various thoughts kept surfacing in the Hermit's mind.
If he came from the isolated "God-forsaken Land", then everything would be explained. Mr. Fool possessed the ability to connect there... No, perhaps he awakened there, and therefore knew the "final answer to everything", even including Emperor Roselle's diary.
Even without counting the valuable information about the City of Silver, the information that some creatures in the monster list are still alive could be exchanged for enough to make up for this transaction in the hands of certain people...
Suppressing her excitement, she looked towards the Sun and said:
"I am willing to exchange a fruit from the Radiant Spiritual Contract Tree for this information, but how should we trade?"
Without waiting for the other party to answer, she turned to look at The Fool and asked respectfully:
"Is it through the methods of 'sacrifice' and 'granting'?"
Zhengyi, who was about to help others, opened his mouth and then closed it gently.
Haha, I am even more certain that she is the pirate general... The Hanged Man, who was watching coldly, chuckled secretly, and lowered his head to hide his expression when the other party looked at him doubtfully, but he accidentally saw the Storm Priest robe on his body, and his smiling face froze.
Had she discovered my identity? No, the blue-haired "sailor" path wasn't uncommon. Many seafaring adventurers and even pirates believed in the God of Storms. She couldn't pinpoint me based on that information alone... Alger felt a little regretful. If he had known there would be a new member joining the Tarot Club today, one who was also at sea and whose role was even more significant than his, he wouldn't have risked being reported by his subordinates by wearing a priest's robe to attend the meeting.
Although Mr. Fool doesn't care about these etiquettes, the Church of Storms is different...
Never mind. I'll go out to sea the day after tomorrow and take shelter first. After I leave Bayam, I won't have to worry about being caught in the middle... He made the decision and felt a lot more relaxed.
But after watching Ms. Hermit actively complete several transactions, selling the eyeballs of the six-winged gargoyle to the World and the sap of the blood mist tree to the Queen, Alger felt that his position was a little precarious.
In the past, he'd always been the one providing much-needed materials, earning a sense of accomplishment he couldn't find within the church. But now, with the arrival of a pirate general, he faced the risk of being marginalized, and he had no way to stop it. His potion sequence, connections, and resources were all superior to his own. His only advantage, perhaps, was his access to information sources within the Church of Storms that no one else could access.
After silently adjusting the direction of his future efforts, he secretly glanced at the "Hermit" and found that the other party was looking at him with a hint of inquiry in his purple eyes, which made him immediately straighten his back and look away.
"Everyone, have you heard about the recent appearance of 'Sea God' Kalvetuva in the Rorsted Archipelago?"
After confirming once again that the Hanged Man knew him, the Hermit asked.
She just picked a random topic that was recently popular in the entire pirate circle to cover up her previous gaze and to find out whether the other members had their own information channels.
If other members are unaware of this, it means they are either far away from the sea or their circle is not high, which will give me a greater advantage in future transactions...
In addition, a member of the "Moss Ascetic Order" who belonged to her recently disappeared in the "Poseidon" incident and is likely to have died. She also wants to take this opportunity to learn more details.
After saying that, she waited quietly for the others' responses. Unexpectedly, they all stared at Mr. Fool silently, not saying a word. This was especially true of the Hanged Man, whom she suspected was a Storm Follower. His body language expressed an emotion between relief and complacency, which left her quite confused.
"Kavetuwa died at the hands of the 'Sea King' of the Church of Storms two weeks ago."
After a moment, the kind-hearted Miss Justice gently reminded.
"'Poseidon' was killed by 'Sea King'?"
The "Hermit" asked subconsciously. Although he was surprised, he did not show it completely.
She knew about Yann Kottman, the "Sea King" of the Church of Storms. He was the nightmare of every sea adventurer and pirate. He was a Sequence 3 Saint, but on the ocean he could exert combat power close to that of a Sequence 2, or an angel. Even Nast, the King of the Five Seas, would not attempt to provoke him without being fully prepared.
"No, it was Kalvetuwa who died. The 'Sea God' is still responding to his devout believers and has even begun to perform miracles."
The Hanged Man smiled slightly, feeling the pleasure brought by the information gap.
The "Hermit" joined the Tarot Club just one week late and missed such important news!
Is there any difference between these two names… The Hermit frowned in thought. As a member of the secretive organization, the Moss Ascetic Order, she had been able to glimpse the secrets behind the primitive faith of the Sea God. She knew that the other party was at most a Sequence 3 transcendent being. It was not surprising that they died at the hands of the Sea King. But why did they continue to respond to their followers…
Wait, they're all looking at Mr. Fool... And yesterday, when I was on the verge of losing control due to the influence of hidden knowledge, Mr. Fool saved me. At that time, in his hand was a scepter that exuded the aura of storm and sea...
She immediately connected all the doubts and came to a conclusion that she couldn't believe. Her eyes widened as she quietly looked in the direction of the Fool.
Is The Fool now responding to believers on behalf of the dead Sea God?
Was Kalvetuwa's death planned by Him?
What is His purpose in accepting the faith of believers and performing miracles on behalf of the "God of the Sea"?
New questions popped up one after another, causing the Hermit's brain to overload. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he felt that Mr. Fool behind the gray fog was unfathomable.
It was not until the other party tapped the table and announced the end of the Tarot Club that she woke up in a crimson light and found herself back in the real world and in her captain's cabin.
A chaotic cacophony of information instantly entered her eyes: the sailors who had been ordered not to approach her room, the sailors cleaning the deck in the distance, the marine life beneath the waters surrounding the "Mirai", and the illusory things swimming around...
She quickly grabbed the framed glasses on the table and put this magical item on her nose to block out all the commotion and anxiety in her sight. The "Hermit", who was also the captain of the "Future", the leader of the "Star Pirates", one of the seven pirate generals, and the "Admiral of the Stars", Cattleya breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the broken planetarium on the table.
"Mr. Fool, the God-Forsaken Land, and Emperor Roselle's diary..."
Muttering, she reviewed everything she had heard and seen at the Tarot Club in her mind, staring silently at the desk in front of her, as if it held an unsolved puzzle.
After a moment, she took a pen and paper, considered carefully, and wrote down a paragraph:
"Some people have been deliberately collecting the 'Emperor's Diary' recently."
She emphasized and underlined the last few words.
Mr. Fool did not allow the disclosure of His name, and Cattleya did not dare to reveal any information about the Tarot Club. However, the act of "collecting diaries" should be an open action for all members, and she believed that the other party could obtain enough information from this action.
After folding the letter, she blew a golden harmonica. A moment later, the envelope in front of her mysteriously disappeared.
Will she come to see me because of this?
Looking at the harmonica in his hand, "Admiral of the Stars" thought blankly, then smiled bitterly and put it away close to his body.
"I must be going crazy. Haha, attending a party called by a god, the pressure is too much..."
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"Attending a party convened by a god puts too much pressure on the wallet..."
Looking at his three-masted sailboat docked at the pier, Angel touched his wallet which had become empty again, and felt like crying but had no tears.
At the Tarot Club the day before yesterday, she spent a full 1,000 pounds to buy 10 drops of precious blood mist tree sap from the new member, Ms. Hermit. After the meeting, she took the disguised Elaine to meet with "The Hanged Man" Alger and his "supplier" and ordered a three-masted sailing ship that required a full 40 people to sail, not including the combatants operating the 16 cannons and the rotating sailors.
Of course, there is no sailor or artillery now. Elaine is recruiting personnel with the help of the Dominican Federation, an intelligence dealer known to Angel. It will probably take a month to sail this sailboat worth 2,000 pounds out of the private port controlled by the rebels.
This is all my money... Angel reluctantly turned his eyes away from the sailboat named "Redhead Lady" and looked at another dock with a deeper draft, where a larger three-masted sailboat was docked, but its structure was obviously inferior to that of "Redhead Lady". There were only a few sailors on it, busy delivering the fresh water and food brought onto the deck from the dock into the cargo hold, and rolling up the sails, as if it was about to leave the port.
"Why, are you worried about your money?"
A low, teasing voice came from beside her, and Klein, wearing a half-top hat and gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, came over.
"That's a full 2,000 pounds!"
Angel replied unhappily, then thought of something and the smile reappeared.
Audrey will pay back the 3,800 pounds she owes her this week, which will bring her savings back to over 8,000 pounds. Although 3,200 pounds of it will soon belong to Mr. "The World", it does not prevent her from temporarily counting the money in her account.
Thinking of the glittering gold pounds in Audrey's hand, her eyes narrowed happily again.
"Then why are you helping Elaine? Wouldn't it be better for her to just go back to Intis? You should know that there's a high probability that you'll lose all the money you put into it."
Picking up the suitcase, Klein followed Angel towards the ancient sailboat, while harshly commenting on her impulsive investment behavior.
Maybe she just wanted to make Tracy, the "Lieutenant General of Disease," feel uncomfortable and miserable. Maybe Elaine's renewed passion infected her, and...
"You're so down on her? Maybe she can become a legend on the sea."
She didn't answer Klein directly, but instead gazed at the three-masted sailboat they would be boarding today. Standing on the bow observation deck was a figure who wasn't particularly muscular, but had a strong back. His dark blue hair danced in the sea breeze, and he looked over here with a deep gaze.
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