Chapter 538 Return to the Ghost Ship
"Annie's story?"
Since Angel had previously told Klein about the "Mysterious Queen," he quickly understood and asked in a low voice.
"Yes, but I'm not sure if she will respond to my call. I'm going to try it later. If I fail, maybe I don't have to leave here early."
After a moment of silence, Klein nodded and said, "Be careful."
Is he referring to the "Mysterious Queen" Bernadette, or Anne?
Angel smiled slightly, "Same to you. If you have anything, just contact me directly through the messenger."
She wanted to hug the other person, but considering that they were still on the "Future", she was unable to let go in the end.
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Returning to his room, Angel sat by the window for a while, looking at the normal night outside, and suddenly said:
"are u there?"
"You can start now."
A cold voice came from behind him, and Angel immediately turned around. For the first time in "reality", he saw the mysterious queen, the eldest daughter of Emperor Roselle.
She was wearing the same light brown knee-length skirt and beige trousers that she had worn when they first met in the dream. She leaned against the wall and looked at Angel.
I don't even know when she got here... Wait, didn't she just follow me into Klein's room?
Angel complained inwardly, stretched out his right hand and looked at his palm, where was hidden a mysterious emblem forged with Anne's blood.
First of all...what should I do?
Although he didn't want the pirate king to see his hesitation, he would definitely be discovered if he just kept his hands raised without making any other movements...
Angel's mind was working frantically. He thought about everything from putting the "disaster" spell on his hand to raising his arms and shouting "Queen Anne's Revenge". In the end, he decided to try it with his own blood first.
She cut her left index finger with her fingernail, gently dripped a drop of blood onto the palm of her right hand, and then waited quietly.
"...Aren't you going to pronounce her honorific name?"
After an awkward silence, Bernadette asked.
It turns out that even if you are not a god, you can still have your own name?
Not wanting to expose his ignorance, Angel shook his head and said:
"She didn't tell me."
"A Sequence 3 Saint possesses his or her own honorific name, responding to calls within a specific range and ritual. A Sequence 2 Saint is required to respond worldwide. Of course, whether or not a Saint responds depends on the target's state and willingness. You have a contract with her, and no matter where you are, as long as you chant her name, you will receive a response."
Bernadette obviously saw through her thoughts and explained first, then switched to the ancient Feysac language and recited:
"The last rays of the empire, the ruler of the five seas, the balance of the spiritual order..."
She paused.
"Lovely Anne Gustave."
Angel took a deep breath, feeling that many of his suspicions had been confirmed.
But under Bernadette's cold gaze, she didn't dare to delay. She spread the almost dried blood on her palm and repeated Anne's honorific name in ancient Feysac.
After the last note came out of her mouth, she immediately felt her palm getting warm. Her blood was quickly absorbed by her skin, and the overlapping marks of the sword, shield, and scales appeared in her palm.
"Is that all?"
She showed her palm to Bernadette and asked.
"With the effects of blood and the contract, she should be able to sense it even in the spirit world," the mysterious queen replied, "but how long will it take for her to get here? I..."
Before she finished her words, a flash of green phosphorescence appeared outside the window.
The two of them looked over and saw that the sea surface not far from the side of the "Future", which was originally crimson under the moonlight, was mixed with a lot of green.
In the phosphorescence, a huge three-masted sailing ship quickly took shape. It was completely black, and its sails did not move in the wind. If it were not for the phosphorescence that outlined its edges, it would be almost invisible in sight.
It was the Queen Anne's Revenge that appeared directly from the spirit world!
It seems that the rumors about the "Ghost Empire" in the past two months were indeed caused by her... Is another sea legend about to be shattered?
Angel sighed and was about to ask how to get on board when she suddenly felt the tables and chairs around her become distorted, the lights on the wall turned into spots of light, and then, a film like a soap bubble wrapped around her, and she "squeezed" through the window in an unscientific way, and quickly flew towards the ghost ship opposite.
She turned her neck and found Bernadette also floating in a bubble. Her face was calm, but there was a hint of excitement in her eyes.
Soap bubbles, pea vines... why do they look like products from some fairy tale? Is this a characteristic of the path where the "Mysterious Queen" is?
Angel was thinking and found that many pirates behind him had noticed the ghost ship that suddenly appeared very close. They shouted and prepared to fight, but they seemed to have no reaction to the two bubbles.
It seems that this mysterious queen usually relies on similar methods to move and hide herself on the "Future"?
Soon, the two floated above the dark deck, the bubble burst with a "pop", and Angel landed smoothly with the help of "lightness".
The entire body of the "Queen Anne's Revenge" flashed green phosphorescence again, and its figure quickly disappeared from the sea. In less than half a minute, the pirates on duty on the "Future" did not even have time to load the first shell.
At the hatch, Klein, dressed in formal attire and putting on his top hat again, strolled onto the deck, his gaze fixed on the phosphorescent sea, his mind wandering.
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In the spirit world outlined by rich colors and blocks of different sizes, this pitch-black ghost ship is slowly floating.
Anne, dressed in a simple white dress and barefoot, looked exactly the same as when they last met. She stood face to face with Bernadette, who was half a head taller than her and opened her mouth slightly. The spirit world, which was already a little deserted and now even quieter without a single spirit creature in sight, seemed even quieter.
You... one is nearly two hundred years old, the other is almost two thousand years old, what kind of feelings are brewing here... Angel felt that he was vaguely tending to become a light bulb, and quietly took two steps back, moving a little further away from the two ladies.
She thought she had figured out the relationship between the two, but now she felt extremely embarrassed.
"Annie, I didn't expect you were still here... I thought you had already... "
Bernadette was the first to speak. A hint of redness appeared on her usually calm face, and her speech was somewhat halting.
There was an inexplicable gleam in Anne's golden eyes. She opened her arms and embraced this "old friend's daughter" tightly.
Because of the height difference and temperament, to Angel the scene looked a bit like a hug between mother and daughter.
Anne, of course, is the daughter.
Not to mention saying such words out loud, even thinking about them in her mind was very dangerous, so Angel immediately looked towards the spiritual world in the distance, studying the color composition of the seven-colored light in the sky to clear his mind.
Fortunately, Annie didn't seem to want her to hear their private conversation. She waved her hand lightly and built an invisible wall separating the two sides. The sound of their conversation could not be heard from this side, and even the light over there became a little blurry.
So, what is the meaning of my coming here... At this moment, Angel began to doubt the meaning of his own existence.
She didn't dare walk to the edge of the deck for fear of accidentally falling into the depths of the spirit world, but she didn't want to enter the inner cabin without permission. She had no choice but to stroll in the middle of the deck, waiting for the conversation to end, her eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, but she couldn't find any spirit creature.
Were they all scared away by the Queen Anne's Revenge? Well, a ghost ship equivalent to a Sequence 2 Balancer docked here, even if it didn't emit hostility, most people... no, most creatures would slip away.
Angel glanced at the two blurry figures again, yawned to express his dissatisfaction, and returned his gaze to the outside, suddenly noticing a black dot appearing between the color blocks in the distance.
It continued to grow larger and soon became a black ball of fluff, rapidly approaching the Queen Anne's Revenge.
"Wait, Annie, that's my messenger!"
Seeing the appearance of the fluff ball clearly, Angel immediately shouted to prevent the ghost ship from bombarding friendly forces.
"I see the connection between you two."
Anne's somewhat lazy voice came from the other side of the invisible wall.
Click.
The ball of fluff fell on the deck, rolled and stopped in front of Angel, stretched its limbs, and held an envelope in its mouth. It was the messenger she had contracted with, Ms. Wensa.
Could it be a letter from Klein? But I've only been away for less than ten minutes, and Wensa has clearly come from far away... Angel was a little confused. She took the envelope but didn't open it immediately. Instead, she asked,
"Who sent the letter?"
Only a few acquaintances such as Klein, Azik, Laura, and Elaine knew about the ritual to summon Wensa.
But the black cat just shook its head, pointed a paw at the envelope in her hand, indicating that the answer to the question was in the letter, and then immediately jumped up, left the black deck, and floated in the air.
It twisted its limbs and quickly turned into a ball of lint like before, shooting itself out like a bullet, away from the ship.
Compared to the first bird messenger who came to apply for the job, he still seemed a little slower. Besides, why did he wrap himself up like a ball... After muttering a few words in his mind, Angel lowered his head to open the envelope, turned his head to look at Anne and Bernadette again, and seeing that they didn't seem to have any intention of ending, he focused his attention on the letter paper.
The first sentence on the letter made her hand tremble, and she almost threw the letter away:
"Angelica Sage, I'm Katerina Pelle."
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