Chapter 433: Embarrassing Questions
"Sequence 4?"
Looking at Angel, who was looking pleased with himself on the sofa, Klein asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"Yes, although my Sequence 5 'Pain' digestion level isn't very high, I have to start thinking about the next Sequence," Angel couldn't help but lower his voice and whispered as if he was plotting something. "Also, the ingredients for these potions are very expensive. Even a single auxiliary ingredient costs thousands of pounds..."
Thinking of the "Poison Needle of the Black-Striped Shadow Scorpion" that was sold for as much as 3,000 pounds in the Silver City market, she couldn't help but sigh again, and recalled in her mind the words on the "Witch" card she saw in the mysterious city she arrived in after death.
"Sequence 4, despair.
"Main ingredients: The eyes of the Gazer, and the complete venom sac of the Black-Striped Shadow Giant Scorpion.
"Supplementary materials: 150 ml of Gazer's blood, the poisonous needle of the Black-striped Shadow Giant Scorpion, 10 drops of blood mist tree sap, 1 portion of homemade highly toxic medicine.
"Ascension Ritual: Kill a demigod or an equivalent transcendental being primarily by one's own strength, and consume the potion in despair before his death."
While the materials were expensive, they could always be solved with money. However, the Sequence 5 to Sequence 4 promotion ceremony made Angel feel a little "desperate".
Only after being promoted to Sequence 5 did she truly understand the meaning of the title "demigod," and how little effort Panatia, the "Lady of Despair" who had toyed with her in Backlund's thick fog, had actually put in.
Even without the haze created by the ritual, she, with three Sequence 5s and all her magical items, would likely have less than a 50% chance of winning against a Sequence 4 of the same path... Of course, being both Witch Paths, higher-ranked Beyonders have greater suppressive power over those below them, but this also fully illustrates the gap between the two sequences...
Furthermore, he had to complete most of the battles on his own, not relying on others. Otherwise, perhaps he could use the conflicts between demigods to complete the Ascension Ceremony with a small investment...
The more he thought about it, the more discouraged he became. Angel looked up and was surprised to find Klein looking at him with concern.
"I calculated that if each auxiliary ingredient costs 3,000 pounds, and the main ingredient is 10,000 pounds each, the price of the entire potion is over 30,000 pounds... We can't even afford it even if we sell our belongings."
She forced a smile and changed the subject.
"But selling the Blood Admiral is enough. His head is worth 42,000 pounds. Even if we avoid the hassle and find someone to claim it on our behalf, we can still get more than 35,000 pounds, which is more than enough to solve the problem of potion materials."
Klein had grasped the essence of the crazy adventurer Hermann through his intermittent performances, and began to speak wildly in private, no longer taking the pirate general seriously.
This confident answer made Angel laugh, and it slightly alleviated the despair she felt from the "Despair" potion advancement ritual.
It's all because of that giant scorpion's poisonous sting. I hadn't even considered advancing to Sequence 4 because I'd never heard of anything in the formula... She muttered to herself, temporarily putting aside the distant Sequence 4 and focusing on the "Blood Admiral".
"This is a radio receiver. I got it from the underground market for 15 pounds." Klein took out a complex, yet rough-looking mechanical device from a box beside him, along with several accessories that looked like antennas. "Remember the radio spectrum and codes I got from White Shark in Damir Port? This device can monitor that spectrum. If Admiral Blood and his intelligence officers are communicating via radio, we can know what they're saying and where they are."
radio……
Looking at this rough machine that seemed to be handmade, Angel felt a sense of dislocation as if he had jumped from the steam age to the electrical age.
"You actually know all this?"
She asked curiously.
"I'm a top student at Hoy University."
Imitating Angel's smug expression when he mentioned "Sequence 4," Klein carefully placed the equipment back into the box.
"Monitoring the radio is a tough job, and I think it should be handed over to someone more suitable."
He winked and pointed his finger in the direction of the living room door.
Angel immediately understood what he meant and nodded with a smile.
Since Vice Admiral Iceberg is collaborating with us to hunt the Blood Admiral, then she should definitely put in some effort under Bayam's command, right?
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"Shit, it's me again! Last time, he asked me to light the fireworks, and I was almost caught by the patrol, and this time he asked me to monitor the radio... I hope you are all killed by the 'Blood Admiral'... No, that's not right. After killing Senior, we will die together."
Blazing Danitz cursed as he tossed aside a thick "operation manual." He roughly assembled the radio receiver and its complex antenna and placed it on the table by the window.
Although he cursed harshly, he kept his voice very low, for fear that Hermann and Angelica, who lived on the same floor, would hear him.
After vigorously shaking the generator handle for a while according to the instructions in the manual, he breathed a sigh of relief, lay down on the rocking chair beside him, and assumed a comfortable position, ready to take a nap.
For something as simple as this, why not hire someone to guard it? It might only cost a few soli a day... But the captain would definitely not agree, and neither would Hermann... Danitz's mind was wandering as he gradually fell asleep.
"Da, da da da—"
A rhythmic knocking sound woke him up. Looking at the hazy red moon outside the window, Danitz squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of the sound.
The set-up receiver was running automatically, the firing pins of different letters struck rapidly, and a translucent, somewhat illusory piece of paper was spitted out from below.
Did I receive a message from "Blood Admiral" so soon? No, that's not right. I didn't even put the paper in or press the print button!
Danitz's sleepiness was frightened away. He reached for the pistol at his waist with one hand, summoned a solid flame with the other, and quietly moved closer.
If it makes any more strange noises, I'll rush out to find them... But being able to automatically spit out paper is already strange enough. Shouldn't I stay here?
A few drops of sweat appeared on his forehead. He didn't know whether to leave or stay, so he had to stand still again and watch the receiver spit out the complete paper.
"Hello, is anyone here? I sense a familiar presence."
There was a line of words written on it in ancient Feysac language.
Damn it, this definitely isn't Blood Admiral Senior and his men. Those pirates aren't that polite... Danitz licked his dry lips and tried to ask back:
"Who are you?"
Tap, tap, tap, another illusory piece of white paper appeared from under the receiver.
"You can call me Arrodes.
"In exchange, you must answer a question."
A quiz game? It sounds a bit like the strange trap under the deep sea that the captain mentioned. If you answer incorrectly or displease the other party, you will be trapped in the sunken ship, never able to leave... Danitz chuckled and said:
"you say."
He decided to see what the other party was going to ask first.
Tap, tap, tap, the paper continued to spit out, and a few new lines of words appeared at the top, with a strange red color, better than the moonlight outside the window.
"You always yearn for those beautiful, powerful, and mysterious women in your heart, longing for them to trample you under their feet and play with you in their hands, such as the distinguished lady next to you, or the captain you have a crush on, right?"
What...what is this?
Danitz thought he had misread it. He rubbed his eyes, took two steps closer, and read the question again. His face suddenly flushed red, as if a fire was burning inside.
Nonsense! How could I possibly like that evil-hearted woman... No, that's not the point. How did it know how I felt about the Captain...
"What a silly and ridiculous question."
He squeezed out a word from his tightly pursed lips, and pressed his finger on the trigger of the revolver again and again.
"Then let's change the question. You claim you want to escape the captain's boring lessons, but you always end your vacation early and rush back to the ship as quickly as possible. What's your reason?"
The firing pin inside the receiver was tapping rapidly, as if there was a devil inside who knew everything and was grinning and outputting those shameful questions.
"I don't!"
Danitz blurted out and unbuttoned his collar, feeling a bit hot on the cold winter night.
"Wrong answer. Next question, you often dream that the 'Golden Dream' was severely damaged, and you rescued your captain by chance, thus narrowing the distance between the two of you and even allowing you to go further. Yes or no."
This thing is a devil, just like its owner Hermann!
Danitz could no longer endure it. He strode forward, hands outstretched, ready to dismantle this abominable machine into parts, pack them into a box, and return them to the abominable adventurer who had so arrogantly ordered him to monitor the radio all night.
Suddenly, his body stopped, his hands and feet froze in place, and his clothes were tied tightly in circles, sticking to his body and restricting all his movements.
The only eye that could move turned to the side, and Danitz despairingly discovered a man and a woman standing at the door of the living room. They were German and Angelica, whom he had just cursed in his heart.
"You, you're here. This radio receiver just received some information, and I was just about to check it out..."
He forced a smile on his face and spoke in a trembling voice.
Just say it’s okay, that you just arrived here… He shouted loudly in his heart, trying to move the gods and get them to bless him.
"But didn't it already ask you three questions?"
Angel asked softly, his lips curled up slightly, manipulating the invisible silk thread to make Danitz, who suddenly began to dance again to break free and was even ready to throw flames to destroy the radio receiver, move away from the table.
"If the flame in your hand falls on that machine, I'll use your bounty to buy another one," Klein said with a stern face and a flat tone. "By the way, did you know your bounty has increased to 4,800 pounds?"
Danitz, who was struggling in the silk net, suddenly stopped, as if all his strength had been drained away.
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