Bang!

Klein reached out and caught the slightly heavy letter.

The huge skeleton messenger did not stop, but disintegrated into a fountain, falling onto the deck one by one and disappearing, as if it did not want to stay here for another second.

Klein, holding the letter firmly, did not lower his head to examine it. Instead, he followed his spiritual intuition and instinctively turned around to look at the wooden stairs leading to the first-class cabin.

He saw Donna and Denton's eyes wide open and mouths half open, as if they wanted to scream because of the scene just now, but before they could make a sound, they saw the incident was over, so he suspected that he was hallucinating.

Children who eat Damir Port's special pickled meat have a certain, short-term clairvoyance ability... Klein's brows twitched slightly, and like when hunting murlocs, he raised his left hand, raised his index finger, and put it to his mouth to silence the two underage kids.

Donna, who was already quite tall, immediately raised her hand, covered her mouth, and nodded fearfully and excitedly, indicating that she understood.

She glanced sideways and found that her brother was still in a daze, so she quickly pulled up his arm and put his palm to his mouth.

Cleves and Cecil noticed something was wrong with them, stopped, and looked at Klein, but found nothing.

Facing their gazes, Klein nodded calmly and continued walking towards his own room.

A gold coin appeared in his hand at some point, flying up and down, swimming left and right, as if it had life.

bite!

The gold coin bounced up and down, with the number facing up, indicating a negative.

This means that the incident just now will not bring any harm to Klein.

Really, this messenger has no manners at all now. Unlike before, he would pat shoulders, push down the body, give advance warnings, or directly turn the surroundings into a spiritual world to prevent ordinary people from seeing it... Klein complained in his heart, took out the key, and opened the door.

He sat down on the edge of the low bed, lit the half-burnt candle, and opened Mr. Azik's reply.

Pulling out the items inside, the first thing that caught his eye was the "Black Emperor" card.

Looking at that unpleasant face, Klein instinctively breathed a sigh of relief and put aside his worries.

What he was afraid of was not that Mr. Azik would not return him. He still had some trust in him. After all, the potion formula and the corresponding rituals could be copied down. Only the properties of the aggregation effect with high-level materials could not be imitated, which was obviously not the path Azik was in, nor was it the kind that could be replaced. The boss had no demand for it.

What Klein was worried about was that the messenger would be robbed and lose the Blasphemous Card, which would be of great help to his spiritual state.

This is not impossible. There are countless strange creatures in the spiritual world. It is not difficult to understand why there are a few guys who like to rob messengers and are good at positioning.

Along with the "Black Emperor" card, the bronze whistle from a member of the Spiritual Cult was also returned.

Putting away the two items for the time being, Klein unfolded the textured letter paper and read Azik's reply:

"...The card depicting the 'Black Emperor' reminded me of some images. There was a Blood Emperor as tall as a mountain, wearing a bright red cloak. His eyes were extremely crazy, almost irrational, and on the verge of losing control. There was also the real Black Emperor who had returned from the resurrection, sitting on a huge throne, overlooking everything on earth.

"I looked up at them, and the Blood Emperor looked at me, and I lost consciousness.

"I should have participated in the 'Four Emperors War' to some extent, but I still need to recall the specific details. Perhaps it was the trauma of that experience that caused me to lose my memory again and again, and to keep dying and waking up.

“I am not too moved by the legend of the Death God’s Treasure in the Violent Sea. Perhaps when I take a ship to the southern continent and pass through that ocean, I will have a certain sense of it and be attracted by nature.

"The experience of the owner of the copper whistle is very similar to the ritual of the 'undead', but it is also obviously different. I sensed an evil aura and dangerous signs. I believe that the owner of the copper whistle is in some strange and terrifying state.

“You’d better not blow the whistle and drive the messenger. This will bring great danger. Wait until I completely recover my memory and figure out what such an experience means, then try again.

"The feathers left by the owner of the copper whistle you mentioned can be used in the realm of the dead. They are unique and spiritual materials. When I remember more, I will organize some rituals and spells for you to use. Speaking of this, I remember that you asked about the method of eliminating spiritual pollution within the ordinary characteristics in the past. This may require some time. At least so far, I have no idea about this.

“Also, I vaguely remember that in the southern continent, there was a group of strange creatures called feathered people.

"It's best to seal that card. Otherwise, it may attract powerful enemies and numerous disasters. I can give you some tips. It's not too difficult. The first one is the improved spiritual wall..."

Sure enough, the Blasphemy Card has a clustering effect after being opened... Fortunately, I threw it into the gray fog before... According to Mr. Azik's description, he should not be the amnesiac God of Death, otherwise there would not be the saying that he looks up to the Blood Emperor and the Black Emperor... He is the descendant of the God of Death, and followed that god to participate in the "War of the Four Emperors". Unfortunately, he was severely traumatized. This should be the case... While thinking, Klein rubbed out a flame and burned the letter paper.

He then tried out the sealing technique, becoming proficient in the knowledge that Azik had taught him in the letter.

After doing all this, he held a ceremony and brought the "Black Emperor" card and the Spiritual Cult's bronze whistle into the mysterious space above the gray fog to eliminate any possibility of accidents.

There is no doubt that Klein did not want to suddenly encounter the "King of the Five Seas" Nast on the ocean.

…………

In the early morning, the sun jumped out of the horizon, dyeing the distance golden.

Klein went to the second-class cafeteria, where the food was not very rich, and ate two slices of toast with bacon and butter and drank a cup of lemon tea.

After filling his stomach, he went out on deck, breathing in the fresh air and admiring the beautiful early morning scenery.

At this moment, he saw Captain Ireland coming back drunk, his straight sword shaking.

Thinking of what happened last night, Klein walked over and said without smiling:

"Good morning.

“Did the white shark cause you any trouble?

"He should be able to find out that I'm a passenger on the White Onyx."

Ellan, who was wearing a dark red coat, took off his boat hat and laughed:

“That’s his own problem.

"Actually, he asked you to pay half of the bar counter repair costs, but it wasn't much, just a few soli. I happened to win 6 pounds last night, so I gave him a little more tip, and the matter was settled."

Captain, are you afraid that a crazy adventurer like me might make a big deal out of it for the sake of face, so you just took the responsibility yourself? Klein was silent for a few seconds and said:

"I see."

Then, he turned around and walked back to the bow, leaving behind a few words:

"Thanks."

Returning to his previous position, Klein felt the sea breeze on his face and exhaled slowly. He felt that it was too damn difficult to create a character.

After enjoying the breeze for a while, he was about to return to the cabin when two figures suddenly appeared beside him. They were Donna and Denton, brother and sister.

Cecil, who was responsible for protecting them, was cruising a few steps away.

Donna obviously didn't sleep well last night. Her eye bags were a little swollen and her face looked rather gloomy, but she was quite excited. She was clearly imitating Klein's way of looking at the scenery, but her eyes were moving flexibly.

Just as Denton, who was in a similar state, was about to speak, she spoke first:

"Uncle, last night, who was that last night?"

While speaking, she looked forward without turning her head, but her body was trembling slightly, as if she was recalling the scene she saw at that time.

"That's a messenger, you can think of it as a postman." Klein also didn't look at the two little guys, as if he was talking about what they had for breakfast today.

"Messenger?" Denton could barely control his voice.

"The world is so big, there are always some strange creatures. Believe me, although it looks ferocious and scary, it is actually very gentle and has a lot of professional ethics... It just sent me a letter on behalf of a friend far away." Klein explained briefly, trying to describe the nearly four-meter-tall skeleton messenger as pitiful, weak, and helpless.

After a night of panic, Donna had calmed down a lot because she had not suffered any harm. Her eyes lit up unconsciously and she said:

“Oh, how amazing!

“It’s like listening to a story!”

"Very cool!" Denton also expressed his opinion.

Then, he asked in confusion: "But why didn't the others see it? They didn't react!"

"That's because your hearts are pure." Klein said with a slight curl of his lips.

This was a white lie. After all, he couldn't just say it was a problem with the special pickled meat, as that would make the two curious little guys unable to resist trying it.

In this case, not to mention the problem of getting sick from consuming a large amount, just using clairvoyance randomly is a very dangerous thing - even if Klein can now sustain the consumption of clairvoyance for a long time, he dare not keep it on all the time. Sometimes, seeing things that you shouldn't see can cause madness or even death!

"Can we, can we have our own messenger?" Donna asked curiously and excitedly.

"It depends on luck." Klein answered calmly and concisely.

He couldn't help but complain in his heart:

I don’t even have my own messenger!

To obtain a messenger, one must first design an accurate summoning ritual and prepare the corresponding spiritual creature contract. This is specialized knowledge, and it is very easy to summon something bad if one fumbles with it. Therefore, Klein did not dare to try rashly until he was sure.

"Yeah." Donna was quite expectant.

Then she whispered:

"Uncle, we will keep it a secret for you!"

Denton beside her nodded heavily.

At this time, a new passenger who boarded the ship at Damir Port walked onto the deck carrying his luggage.

After finishing the telegram, Flame Danitz decided to interrupt his vacation and head to the capital of the Rorsted Archipelago to wait for orders, considering that the captain might have some instructions.

He got a boat ticket through his own channels, put on a wig, painted his eyebrows black, and boarded the White Agate very easily, waiting for the passenger ship to sound the whistle and leave the port.

Alas, just as Emperor Roselle said, capable people will always be a little tired... Danitz walked towards the cabin and looked around leisurely. Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure.

He saw the young adventurer, wearing a black coat, with a gentle appearance but a crazy nature, standing at the bow, smiling at him politely like a gentleman.

Danitz's facial muscles gradually stiffened.

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