"Are you ready?" Colin asked with his back to the window, his tone normal.

Derrick, wearing the Hurricane Axe, lowered his head slightly:

"I'm ready."

Over the past two months, with the help of repeated patrol missions and hard practice, he has completely mastered the various extraordinary abilities of the "Sun Priest" and is not far from digesting them.

What he hoped most now was to obtain the potion formula of Sequence 6 of the "Sun" pathway in the next two or three Tarot gatherings to lay a foundation for his continued improvement.

——The release of "Shepherd" Lovia gave him a strong sense of crisis. He believed that only by reaching the same Sequence 5 could he effectively contain the other party and eliminate the potential crisis in Silver City. However, in a place where people are familiar with "acting method" and there is no shortage of extraordinary materials, as long as he can survive patrols and exploration missions again and again and accumulate enough merits, Sequence 6 is definitely a goal that he can aim for. However, Sequence 5, which requires a specific ritual, is quite difficult.

Colin, with messy gray hair, nodded:

"In two days, I will lead an exploration team to the vicinity of the Giant King's Court to conduct a second cleanup of the Afternoon Town that we found earlier, and your ability is very suitable for this kind of thing."

"Afternoon Town..." Derrick, who had been frantically "studying" mythology knowledge in recent months, was no stranger to this term. This was the only way for the Silver Kingdom to go to the Giant King's Court. There, humans and giants lived together in the town, surrounding the residence of the ancient gods that was always frozen in dusk, like the last gate from the real world to mythology and legends.

"Yes, Your Excellency." Derrick couldn't find a reason to refuse.

…………

In a hotel in Nas, the "White City".

Klein sat behind the table, looking out the window at the ever-changing clouds, quietly waiting for evening to arrive.

At 8 o'clock, he would board the Star Pirates' flagship "Future" at Pier 6 and head to the easternmost part of the Sonia Sea. No matter what happened in the Gargas Islands and this sea area known as the pirate paradise, it would no longer have anything to do with him.

That's why he was tolerant of the few pirates with bounties walking the streets and hanging around bars and casinos, and didn't try to hunt them, so as not to disrupt his plan to find mermaids.

My spiritual intuition tells me that the "slayer" Gilchiais at noon seems to have set his sights on me... If he really wants to deliver the goods to my door, I don't mind too much. Well, I despise him strategically and pay attention to him tactically. Without using the "Poseidon Scepter" and "Fire Seed" gloves, I am at most a little stronger than him, but I win in terms of comprehensiveness and weirdness... Klein half-closed his eyes and imagined the countless balls of light gathered together, using this to quickly enter a meditative state to maintain his spiritual sharpness.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly felt inspired and his eyes opened.

At this time, the sun had set in the west, the fiery red color was burning the sea, and the shadow of the curtains stretched long across the room.

The shadow seemed to come alive, first swaying and dancing, then twisting and standing up, projecting itself onto the wall.

It is dark and gloomy, just like the sticky malice at the bottom of human heart.

Klein watched the scene expressionlessly, raised his left palm, and slowly stretched out his five fingers in front of him.

The dark shadow's voice was as rough as if it was holding a piece of sandpaper. It looked at Klein and said:

"German Sparrow!

“Don’t meddle with what happens at noon.

"This is the will of the Undying King."

After saying this, the shadow slid down like flowing water, dissipated into the darkness, and returned to its original state.

Klein didn't pay attention to the changes in the shadow, but instead looked outside.

He could sense that the person controlling the shadow was somewhere across the street, so he had no intention of attacking the illusory thing.

"Sure enough, Gilchias the Slayer recognized me as Gehrman Sparrow, a crazy adventurer who loved hunting pirates, so he turned around and left without hesitation at noon. He might not be afraid of me, but there were other more powerful adventurers at the time...

"The ability he just displayed is somewhat similar to that of Backlund's 'Apostle of Desire'. He is becoming more and more like a Beyonder of the 'Devil' Path...

“Heh, you’re trying to scare me with the Undying King, thinking you can make me surrender? I never thought of getting involved! Now, I’m actually a little curious... Forget it, finding the mermaid is the most important thing right now. I can’t create any accidents myself…” Klein looked away and muttered in his heart.

He originally thought about reporting this matter to Nas's Church of the God of War, but after careful consideration, he found that this would hardly make much sense.

The Church of the God of War was the only legal religion in the Feysac Empire. The number of high-sequence masters was indeed slightly more than that of the Church of the Evernight Goddess, but only slightly. Even if the demigods of the Feysac royal family and the military were added, with a vast territory and many colonies, there were too many key places that needed to be protected, and manpower was also tight. Far away from the empire, with an ordinary geographical location and only a developed whaling industry, the Gargas Islands could undoubtedly only be ranked second sequence, without any saints guarding them.

According to the intelligence Klein had learned beforehand, Archbishop Gargas of the Church of the God of War was only a Sequence 5 "Guardian". He, together with an executioner from the Inquisition, a baron from the royal family, and a brigadier general from the military, together formed the top-level extraordinary combat force here.

Of course, the existence of the seal is the key to ensuring the rule here. Klein suspects that Nas's Church of the God of War has at least one "1" level seal. Only in this way can it cooperate with the fleet and the extraordinary people to ensure that the whale oil refining industry and the "gray amber" foreign trade industry are not controlled by pirates, ensure that this place does not become a vassal of one of the "Four Kings", and ensure that in the event of a sudden attack, it can hold out until reinforcements arrive.

Because of this, the official forces of the Gargas Islands are always in a state of retreat and defense, and as long as the pirates do not cause any major trouble, they are allowed to come and go freely.

The notification is useless... No wonder this place is called Pirate Paradise, no wonder Bilt wants to organize an Adventurer Mutual Aid Association... Klein sighed and gave up his previous plan.

After dinner and a short rest, Klein took out his gold-cased pocket watch and checked the time.

Seeing that it was already 7 o'clock, he began to perform a ritual, summoning himself, responding to himself, carrying different items in and out of the gray fog, and adjusting his configuration.

Because he would be adventuring on the sea aboard the Future, the Murloc Cuffs and various Poseidon charms were necessary, so Klein left the Spark Gloves and Sun Brooch above the gray fog, using Creeping Hunger as his main weapon, along with the Biotoxin Bottle and a revolver loaded with different extraordinary bullets - he still had 7 Purification Bullets, 13 Demon Hunter Bullets, and 2 Exorcism Bullets left.

After putting on his coat, Klein stuffed the brass Azik whistle and the wallet containing only 50 pounds in cash that were placed on the table into the inner pocket of his coat, and then put the silver adventurer's harmonica and the talismans together.

After doing all this, he touched the pistol under his armpit, gently rubbed the blue cufflinks on his left wrist, buttoned up his double-breasted frock coat, put on his half-high silk hat, picked up the black leather suitcase that contained only spare clothes and a small amount of daily necessities, opened the door, walked out of the hotel, and took a carriage straight to the port area.

After waiting for a while at Pier 6, he saw a huge sailboat slowly emerging in the distance.

Based on his limited knowledge of ships, Klein knew that a sailboat of this length was unscientific, but this did not prevent the other party from moving forward smoothly on the dark sea and heading towards the glowing lighthouse.

The sailboat was getting closer and closer, and the flag became clearer. The crimson but faint moonlight allowed the people in the port to see ten white stars of the same size on it, and those stars surrounded a pair of cold eyes without eyelashes.

"Admiral of the Stars!"

"Future!"

The pirates and sailors guarding the ship cried out in astonishment, and all the docks in the entire port area were suddenly filled with restlessness.

Ten or so seconds later, the coastal defense guns on the mountains on both sides "nervously" adjusted themselves and aimed at the huge sailing ship that was not disguised in any way.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The church in the distance rang with melodious and ethereal bells, and the time was exactly 8 o'clock.

As the tension in the port area became increasingly apparent, the Future came to a halt.

A lady in a black classical robe had appeared at the bow at some point. Her clothes were covered with different symbols and magical signs, making her look like a powerful wizard in ancient legends.

Under the crimson moonlight, the area in front of her suddenly lit up, and bits of bright starlight fell down and condensed into a long transparent bridge.

The long bridge continued to extend forward and landed on Pier 6.

Very impressive... As expected of one of the seven pirate generals, and an "admiral" of a higher level than "Iceberg" and "Disease"... Klein sighed and wanted to cover his face with his hands.

He did not want anyone to know that the crazy adventurer Gehrman Sparrow had worked with the "Admiral of the Stars" Cattleya.

At this point, I can only maintain my character for now. When I have digested everything and returned to the Northern Continent, there will be no Gehrman Sparrow... Klein walked out of the shadows, pressed the half-high silk hat on his head, and walked steadily onto the long bridge of starlight.

With his footing firm and steady as iron, Klein straightened his back and walked towards the Future parked outside the port at a moderate pace, under the aim of the coastal defense guns and the gazes of ambiguous people.

The long bridge under his feet was transparent, and the deep blue, almost black, sea water swayed gently, making people with acrophobia feel weak all over.

Fortunately, I was already a "clown" and even jumped over the bell tower... Klein walked the last ten meters with an indifferent expression and stepped on the deck of the Future.

Facing the "Admiral of the Stars" Cattleya, whose eyes were dark purple, he was not nervous at all. He took off his hat and saluted:

"Good evening, ma'am."