Frank Lee did not notice Gehrman Sparrow's abnormality and added with a smile:

"I wanted to help you just now by throwing some seeds over, but unfortunately, I couldn't throw them that far."

Throw some seeds on the Black Tulip? This sea area has the residual breath of the Earth Goddess. The extraordinary things in the corresponding field will change, and they will not distinguish between friend and foe, and attack at the same time... I was also on the Black Tulip at that time... Fortunately, you didn't throw them... Klein suddenly remembered the tragic situation of the Future before, and the watermelon growing on the head of the dead pirate.

He was just about to choose his words to make his response fit the character of Gehrman Sparrow, when he suddenly saw Heath Doyle standing out from the shadows not far away, bending over and vomiting.

The "Bloodless Man" first retched, then his knees gradually weakened and he knelt on the deck.

Ugh! Ugh!

He finally spat out a pool of yellow-green liquid, in which there was a piece of half-corroded gray-black flesh that was wriggling slightly.

Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!

Heath Doyle vomited several similar things in succession.

Seeing this scene, Klein felt disgusted but relieved at the same time. He was originally worried that Heath Doyle, the "Rose Bishop", would be contaminated by the random food he "ate". Now it seemed that the other party was just tolerating and isolating him, without truly digesting the food.

As expected of the Rose Bishop who is not crazy... Klein sighed silently.

He was about to look away from the vomit when some thoughts suddenly flashed through his mind:

The "creeping hunger" has been activated and must be "fed" once a day. There are no outsiders here, no ideal villains... The pirate who died before is not suitable. Although his companions may not value the body, the "creeping hunger" is to devour the soul...

I don’t know if these pieces of meat can be used as “food”. At least they were originally corpses with vigorous vitality, and were affected by the aura of the “Earth Goddess”...

Thinking of this, Klein took two steps forward and walked to the vicinity of Heath Doyle.

He couldn't bear to see those pools of vomit, and his eyes instinctively turned to the other side, to the magnificent sea outside the ship's side reflecting the sunlight.

Then, he stretched out his left palm towards the gray-black piece of flesh.

The Creeping Hunger didn't change at all, and didn't open its mouth in the middle of the glove.

It seems that it doesn't want to eat... I can only use it reluctantly for now to deal with potential dangers. If I haven't found suitable food in nearly a day, I will throw it into the gray fog... Klein withdrew his hand helplessly and looked up in the direction of the captain's room.

The golden brooch in front of "Admiral of the Stars" Cattleya shone again, condensing into the "Sun Wrathful Spirit" and purifying the gray-black pieces of flesh vomited by Heath Doyle one by one.

The pirate general's face and expression did not change, but he seemed a little tired, and the deep purple light in his eyes became more obvious.

After making sure the ship had set sail again, Klein did not stay any longer and prepared to return to his room to change his wet clothes.

Anderson glanced at him, leaned in closer, and opened his mouth curiously.

"Shut up!" Klein spoke first.

This incident caused him to lose his Murloc cufflinks, so he became more and more disgusted with someone who was plagued by misfortune, and he almost defined him as food with "creeping hunger".

"...Okay." Anderson raised his hands, "I'll drink quietly."

Klein ignored him, entered the cabin, and returned to his room.

In the bathroom, he took out a "water-making spell", chanted some ancient Hermetic words, filled a bathtub with water, then took off all his clothes and lay down in it.

The cold feeling and the warm sunshine made him relax a lot. He picked up the paper and pen he had just brought from the desk and wrote down a divination statement:

"The location of the fishman's cufflinks."

After silently reciting it seven times, Klein lay down completely, resting his head on the front of the bathtub, and fell into a dream.

In the gray, intermittent, and illusory world, he saw the deck and a zombie whose body had rotted away in several places. The azure fishman cufflinks were embedded in the flesh on the left waist of the zombie.

Outside the deck, it was pitch black, making it impossible to see where the ship was.

As expected, it was lost on the Black Tulip... Klein opened his eyes and made a judgment.

"I hope the 'Admiral of Hell' doesn't find out. This way, I can use this cufflink to locate the 'Black Tulip'...

"It doesn't matter if I find out. As long as Ludwell hasn't lost his cufflinks and the incident hasn't happened too long ago, I can still locate him. But I have to move the divination location from reality to above the gray fog...

"Also, I have to do a divination interference later to prevent the 'Admiral of Hell' from using the sleeve nails to locate me or even curse me."

"His ring really seems to be an item left behind by the ancient god of death. Well, write a letter to tell Mr. Azik." Klein quickly washed his body and walked out of the bathtub.

After wiping himself clean and changing into the Loen gentleman's suit, Klein first adjusted his equipment and washed his clothes. Then he spread out the letter paper and took out the Azik copper whistle.

Standing beside the desk and looking at the things on it, Klein's outstretched right hand suddenly slowed down.

His eyes flickered a few times, and he put away the Azik copper whistle, placed it in a small iron box, and used the "Spiritual Wall" to block the breath.

He was ready to leave this sea area, leave the "Future", and then summon the messenger.

"This time the loss was not small, but fortunately I finally digested the 'Faceless Man' potion and can concentrate on waiting for the mermaid to appear...

"Hmm... The actual situation of this God War Ruins is not what I expected. There is actually the aura of the 'Mother Earth Goddess'...

“This definitely wasn’t left behind, otherwise a god wouldn’t be able to control his own aura.

"None of the eight ancient gods of the Second Era had the authority to rule the earth...

"Among their subordinate gods, there are some who seem suspicious, such as the Giant Queen, the 'Harvest Goddess' Omibella, and the 'Goddess of Life' who is attached to the vampire ancestor Lilith...

"Is this a war between gods with the participation of subordinate gods, or is it definitely not something that happened in the Second Age?" Klein knew too little about this relic of the war between gods, so he could only make guesses and use his imagination as a supplement.

He collected his thoughts, cut the paper figure again, and drew all over it the changes and secret symbols belonging to the "Fool".

Bang!

Klein picked up the paper figure and shook it.

Flames appeared out of nowhere and burned the paper man to ashes.

In this way, he has been able to initially achieve the desired effect. If he wants better results, he must respond above the gray fog, use the "Black Emperor" card to leverage the power of the mysterious space, and cooperate with the "Paper Angel" to provide protection.

After using Azik's copper whistle and Will Auceptin's paper crane to disrupt any possible peeping, Klein reentered the bathroom and completed the operation in an orderly manner.

After tidying up the room, he put on his "Creeping Hunger" and "Fire" gloves and slowly walked to the deck area, ready to carefully observe the surrounding environment and not miss any clues about the mermaid.

As soon as he left the cabin, he saw Anderson Hood sitting on the ground leaning against a wooden wine barrel. He had a calm expression and a reserved look, as if he was thinking and feeling sad.

Did he really keep his promise and drink quietly? Klein muttered and passed in front of Anderson.

Anderson slowly raised his head and asked in a dreamy voice:

"Is there something wrong with the wine here?"

Klein was stunned for a moment, then answered seriously:

"Yes."

Anderson was speechless.

This guy was so unlucky that his application of his extraordinary ability failed, so he didn't realize that there was something wrong with the wine? Klein moved the corner of his mouth and walked forward.

On the front deck, many sailors were gathered together, watching Nina perform the duties of the priest of the "Lord of the Storm" and hold a brief funeral for the pirate who had just died.

After a simple prayer, Nina looked around and said:

"Revere's wish was to be buried on the hill above his hometown port, where there was the most beautiful sunset.

"He wanted to be cremated so he wouldn't be disturbed after death."

"Storm is above, may he rest in peace." Most of the sailors believed in the "Lord of Storms" and they all hit their left chests with their right fists.

Watching this scene, Klein did not approach. He stood far away and watched quietly.

When the funeral was over, the pirate Revere's body turned into ashes with the help of the scroll. Klein sighed and drew a crimson moon in his mind.

For most of the next day, the sun remained bright and the sky was always at noon. The "Future" bypassed several relics and ruins and went deeper and deeper into the ocean.

Anderson had somehow recovered and came to Klein's side.

He looked around and pointed at the buildings submerged in the water ahead and said:

"Go past the ruins, turn left and drive about ten nautical miles, and you'll have a chance to encounter mermaids."

Finally... Klein was about to respond when the sky suddenly darkened and the sunlight suddenly disappeared.

Another night is coming.

Without saying anything more, he returned to the room and lay down on the bed.

Soon, he woke up from his dream and saw clean floor-to-ceiling windows, neatly arranged long tables and chairs, and bookshelves filled with books.

This time, he returned to the place where he left the dream before, back to the library.

The light of dusk shone in, casting a pale golden glow on everything. Klein walked forward with a slight sense of confusion and came to the bookshelf he had browsed last time.

As expected, he also saw the "Book of Spells" and other occult texts.

Just as Klein was about to pull out a book and quickly flip through it, his eyes suddenly swept across the bookshelf and saw a book with a black cover:

"Roselle's Notes 3"!

The Emperor's diary? The entire diary? Klein subconsciously reached out for it.

At this moment, his mind flashed with the pair of mysterious eyes that were staring at the deck and looking at him, the door opener deep in the mural hall mentioned by Anderson Hood, and the abnormal transfer of the location in his previous dream.

Klein retracted his gaze and pulled out the Book of Talismans as usual.

He came to the long table area, sat down, and began to browse quickly.

Suddenly, he heard a series of footsteps approaching from the depths of the library.

Klein's mind tensed instantly, and he slowly raised his head.

The first thing that caught his eye was a pair of black leather boots.

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