Withered and yellow vines hung down, covering the rotten wooden buildings. The entire ruins were filled with the dullness of a place where no one had stepped foot for a long time.

Alger and several sailors walked around the ruins in the bleak winter environment, but still did not find anything valuable.

"Captain, wave after wave of adventurers have come here, what can be left for us?" Finally, a sailor in his thirties broke the silence with a lack of patience.

This resonated with the rest of the companions, who all echoed:

"It didn't take us long to find out the place, and others can definitely find it easily."

"Yes, yes, yes. Let's continue to fight the Feysac people!"

"Captain, do you want to make this place a stronghold?"

Alger glanced around slowly, causing the sailors to stop complaining and obey him.

After a few seconds of silence, he finally spoke:

“I plan to use this place to ambush the Feysac people.

"Let's observe the terrain first to see if it's suitable."

With such an excuse, the sailors reluctantly cheered up, and the group soon entered the depths of the elven ruins.

As he walked, Alger was suddenly inspired and subconsciously turned his head to look behind a giant tree.

The soil there showed some signs of being disturbed, and it could not have been more than a year old.

Alger withdrew his gaze, pretending not to notice anything wrong, and looked elsewhere naturally.

After exploring the elven ruins, they returned all the way to their new camp.

At this time, it was almost evening and the forest was getting colder and colder. After Alger and the sailors had dinner, they left two patrols behind and went into different tents.

The sharp wind whistled through the trees, causing the campfire to sway. Alger, who had intended to leave the camp in the middle of the night, suddenly heard a faint singing voice coming from afar.

The song was ethereal and unreal, like a lady singing softly, expressing her inner worries.

This made Alger unconsciously recall the past, recalling his mother who had passed away many years ago, and recalling his childhood when he was bullied.

Unspeakable sadness surged uncontrollably in his heart. He did not wake up immediately, but waited for several seconds before he suddenly turned over and sat up, frowned deeply, and listened attentively.

This time, he heard nothing, and the melodious singing seemed to have never appeared.

Alger narrowed his eyes, grabbed his thick jacket and put it on, then walked out of the tent and came to the campfire.

The two sailors on night duty had just finished a patrol and were getting some warmth there.

"Did you find anything unusual?" Alger asked in a deep voice.

The two strong and sturdy sailors shook their heads at the same time:

"No."

Alger's brows relaxed a little, and he turned around, intending to take a look around on his own.

At this moment, he caught a glimpse of the situation from the corner of his eye:

The two sailors were too close.

If it were ordinary pirates, this would not be a problem, but Alger's men were all sailors who had received formal training from the Church of Storms. They must know that in this environment, patrollers must maintain a certain distance between each other, not too far, nor too close. They must be able to see their companions, but also prevent being taken away at the same time in a single attack.

Alger took two steps calmly, then turned back and asked casually:

"Did you find anything normal?"

He changed the question to make it very strange.

The two strong sailors shook their heads one after another and answered with unchanged expressions:

"No."

No... Alger nodded slightly with a relieved look on his face.

"very good."

He immediately turned around and slowly walked into his tent.

As soon as the sailors' gazes were cut off, Alger suddenly pulled out the "Poison Blade" and "Gargoyle Glasses" and opened his mouth, ready to sing a song.

At this moment, the ethereal and sad song just now appeared again, echoing in Alger's ears and piercing his spirit.

This was an extremely ancient ballad that expressed extreme sadness and melancholy, and it seemed as if pale, empty arms had grown out of Alger's spirit, constantly tearing at him.

Alger's expression twisted, and smooth, light black fish scales appeared on the surface of his skin. His dark blue hair, which was as messy as seaweed, stood up one by one, becoming abnormally thick.

The thoughts that originally existed in his mind were disturbed by the song, interrupted by the pain, and could no longer take shape.

Alger fell to the ground, struggling and squirming, becoming less and less human, and on the verge of losing control.

Suddenly, the singing stopped, and a slightly indifferent voice reached Alger's ears:

"There is some elven blood...

"That's it, let's make good use of Siatas's extraordinary characteristics."

Alger slowly got up with cold sweat on his forehead, and saw a figure appear in the tent at some point.

This is a woman with black hair, delicate features, slightly pointed ears, deep eyes, soft contours, and she is wearing a simple and elegant long skirt. Even though she has no height advantage, she still gives people a feeling of being superior.

"...Are you the Queen of the Elf, the 'Queen of Natural Disaster' Cosinamu?" Alger asked after a flash of thought.

The woman played with a beautifully patterned golden wine glass and said calmly:

"Haven't you already met me?"

Alger suddenly remembered the similar song he heard on Pasu Island, and remembered entering the underwater coral palace in his dream and seeing a high-ranking elf.

"You are still alive." After a few seconds of silence, Alger spoke in a low voice.

At the same time, he quietly recited Mr. Fool’s name in his heart, but he didn’t know if it would be useful without reciting it aloud.

The woman with black hair tied up in a high bun responded without changing her expression:

"It is difficult for an angel to fall unless he encounters an enemy."

"Then why do you want to split your characteristics and put yourself in a strange state, so that you have to wait for an opportunity to revive?" Alger had learned about the relevant situation in the Tarot Club. He asked this question at this time, partly out of curiosity and partly to buy time.

The elf woman who looked like the "Queen of Natural Disasters" Cosinamu snorted:

"Because the throne of Storms is occupied by Leodro, and I am powerless to resist the 'tyrant'.

"Also, the elves are becoming fewer and fewer, and my anchor is becoming less and less stable."

Others might not know who Leodero was, but Alger knew very well and did not dare to continue the topic in the real world.

Just when he wanted to ask the "Queen of Natural Disasters" Cosinamu what her purpose was in coming here, the Elf Queen took the initiative to speak:

"Do you want to be a demigod?"

He wants to use my body to revive? He wants to use the bait of advancing to Sequence 4 and gaining divinity to corrupt me? As Alger was tempted, questions popped up in his mind one after another.

Considering that Mr. Fool could purify all kinds of pollution, Alger keenly felt that this was an opportunity.

This reminded him of a term once proposed by Emperor Roselle:

Sugar-coated bullet!

And now, there is a good chance that he will swallow the sugar coating and throw back the cannonball.

"What do you want me to do?" Alger did not act too anxiously and asked the question according to his personality.

The "Queen of Natural Disasters" Gao Xinam looked at him for a few seconds and said:

"When you have the qualifications and opportunity to access the Book of Natural Disasters, take out something from it that no one else would notice, and take it to the Western Continent."

Western Continent... the legendary homeland of the elves? Alger frowned slightly and said:

"Hasn't the Western Continent disappeared?"

Gao Xinam curled his lips slightly and said:

“If it disappears, it will reappear.

“When the end comes, it will surely reappear.”

Without waiting for Alger to ask again, the Elf Queen paused and said:

"You don't have to deliver it to the Western Continent yourself, but you must entrust it to someone you can trust. Although I'm not good at cursing, I can still make you die in pain if you break your promise."

"But what if the Western Continent does not reappear, or is inaccessible?" Alger thought seriously and said.

Gao Xinam, with shiny black hair and gentle features, had a vacant look in his eyes, as if he was lost in some beautiful memories.

After a few seconds, she spoke calmly:

“If it doesn’t happen again, then the agreement is void.

"Perhaps a spell or password is really needed to enter the Western Continent, but I don't know what it is. However, you can ask a being."

"Who?" Alger asked doubtfully.

Gao Xinam glanced at him and said coldly:

"The Mr. Fool you just recited in your mind.

"I have a feeling that He is the key to whether this matter can be accomplished."

Alger's heart tightened, and he quickly lowered his head and responded:

"I see."

Seeing this, the "Queen of Natural Disasters" Gao Xinam nodded slightly and said:

"If you wish to become a demigod, keep this promise and head to the elven ruins when the sun rises."

After the voice fell, the figure of the Elf Queen quickly disappeared, like the kind of illusion often seen in the sea and the desert.

Alger suddenly opened his eyes and found himself lying in the tent, having just woken up.

His memory was a little confused, but he quickly sorted out the relationship:

He and his sailors had just heard of the location of an elven ruin and had come nearby, but had not had time to explore.

The previous "exploration", singing, sailor mutations, "natural disasters" and dialogue exchanges were all just a dream!

No wonder I was so careless... I knew I might encounter the "Queen of Natural Disasters", but I didn't pray to Mr. Fool in advance... Did the "Queen of Natural Disasters" rely on the angelic status to create this real dream? Or, she has the corresponding seal, and even if she exists in a special state, there is a way to borrow power? Alger listened to the movement outside the tent and found that everything was normal.

He immediately sat down and prayed devoutly to Mr. Fool.

In just twenty or thirty seconds, Alger arrived above the gray fog and saw Mr. Fool sitting at the head of the mottled long table.

"Have you seen Cosinamu?" After The Hanged Man greeted him, Klein the Fool asked casually.

The Hanged Man Alger replied seriously:

"Yes, but I'm not sure that's the Elf Queen."