Chapter 84 Take Action
Chapter 84 Take Action
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"You're going to sea?"
Alger looked at the tall man in front of him who was cooking with an apron and sleeves rolled up, and couldn't help but frowning. He felt that there was not a single bit of academic atmosphere in the man, and his simple and frugal attire did not seem like someone who could afford a high salary of more than 500 pounds.
Richard pushed aside a tuft of hair that had fallen from his forehead, adjusted his glasses, and replied in a very friendly manner, "Yes, it's me."
"I'm going to do some research and investigation at sea, and I need a senior team that is proficient in various sea areas to help me. The remuneration is negotiable. May I ask if you are the pirate captain who led the cooperation in the tavern?"
Senior team... Alger found this term a little funny. As a "navigator" who had digested the potion, he was definitely worthy of this term. Although the search for the Sequence 6 potion commissioned by the Tarot Club had not yet been completed, it would definitely cost a lot of money if it was found in the future.
No, it should be said that money is needed in all aspects, no matter when and no matter what you do. This commission is just enough to kill time before the New Year and fool his sailors. Alger doesn't want to rush for performance or be the last one. He wants to maintain an above-average performance and slowly get promoted in the church without attracting anyone's attention.
So he asked, "Where is your destination?"
Richard put down the spatula, handed the half-cooked egg fried rice to another chef, and answered Alger seriously: "This is an investigation mission. My mentor asked me to go to the sea to investigate. My goal is to depart from the port of Dilinius in the Rhoside Archipelago, sail westward, cross the violent sea between the southern continent and Intis, pass through the Desi Bay and the island of Seros... Then, I will explore the waters farther west of the Oradek Islands."
If Klein were here and had a world map, he would be surprised to find that the route Richard chose was exactly the same as what Roselle wrote in his diary. The route he and the Four Knights had taken on the Black Throne was almost the same! If they could pass through the Auradek Islands and then endure a long drift without land or direction, they would eventually reach the mysterious primitive island with all kinds of extraordinary creatures!
And if you really continue along this route, one day you will catch a glimpse of the legendary "abyss".
Alger's pupils contracted.
The route seemed to pass by his original island.
He was naturally aware of this, and he did not have the virtue of sharing. Qilingos was already dead, and the primitive island full of extraordinary creatures was his exclusive resource area, and he must not let others know about it.
"Don't just cook the rice." Richard turned to the other chefs and said, "Sprinkle some chopped ham and greens in it."
"Hey, turn down the heat. Whoever burns the rice will have to eat the rice crust!"
The young chef who was instructed by Richard blushed, but he was not angry, just a little embarrassed. He carefully stir-fried the fried rice, controlled the heat, and sprinkled some chopped vegetables and ham from time to time. His movements gradually changed from stiff and timid at the beginning to smooth and natural.
"Yes, yes, that's it, shake the pot again..."
Gradually, a fragrance emerged. Richard turned his head with satisfaction and looked at Alger who was still in deep thought: "What do you think?"
"... Before that, I want to ask about the salary." Alger did not answer. His greed made him hopeful. After all, not everyone could find the island, and this person's goal might not be the original island. He could then deliberately deviate from the route, circle around the original island a few times, and finally return empty-handed.
"My salary is 600 pounds."
Alger raised his eyebrows when he heard Richard say, "If you complete the mission, you'll get another hundred. If you can return safely, you'll get another hundred."
Eight hundred pounds... Alger was a little tempted.
After all, he was very familiar with that route and could avoid most of the dangers. Maybe this voyage would be as easy as a journey.
The young man who had just met him offered a salary of 800 pounds without blinking an eye. Alger couldn't help but have some naughty thoughts and pretended to be embarrassed: "You don't even have a destination, so it's difficult to expect us pirates to help you plan a route. We may have to drift on the sea for more than a month. Not to mention how dangerous it is to go to Oradek, there are unknown waters to the west of the Oradek Islands. You should understand the dangers... in advance is too little. I have to be responsible for myself and my sailors."
Richard was not angry: "How much do you want?"
Alger, who could lie without blushing, kill and run, and basically did not consider long-term sustainable cooperation, and could confidently use some basic knowledge of the occult to cheat "justice" out of a thousand pounds, threw out a number: "I have ten crew members. 1200 pounds. An advance of , we will buy the supplies ourselves, and if we encounter danger, your safety is the top priority."
After saying this, he stared at Richard closely, wanting to see his expression.
Richard also looked at him and shook his head: "Sorry, please go back."
"Hey, I'm very familiar with the Raging Sea. This price is absolutely suitable. Would you like to consider it again?"
"I'm sorry, but it doesn't make sense for you to raise the price like this." Richard repeated, "Please go back."
Alger realized that he had grasped the other party's budget limit, so he did not leave. Instead, he pretended to recalculate and secretly observed Richard's behavior. Richard did not chase him away. Garland De, who had heard their conversation clearly, came over and whispered to Richard.
"That guy is a Sequence 7, not even Sequence 6."
The sensitive gatekeeper replied expressionlessly: "Blue hair, navigator, he must be the ghost captain Alger Wilson. It is said that he is also related to the Church of Storms. Even if he knows the route, his reputation is not worth the price. Chief, I will contact Her Majesty the Queen for you."
"If I borrow Ludwell and the Black Tulip, even if Xia asks me to give a discount on the next batch of weapons orders, the discount will only be around one thousand pounds. 800 is my limit. It is really too expensive."
Richard thought for a moment, then turned to look at Alger: "You said you are familiar with the Raging Sea. Can I hire you as a guide? 200 pounds."
Alger hesitated for two seconds and shook his head firmly: "No. I only believe in myself."
"What if I promise that the other person will never hurt you?"
"That's not the problem." It's that I don't want you to discover the original island. Alger shook his head again, deciding that it was impossible to make any more money. But he really wanted to get this simple and well-paid mission, so he showed a very embarrassed expression for the second time, sighed, and pretended to be annoyed and said, "If you really can't come up with more money... 600 is 600. I will try my best to get you back alive. Of course, I have to discuss it with my crew members. I am responsible for them."
Richard felt a little amused. He completely saw through the ghost captain's little thoughts, but he pretended not to know and readily agreed: "Okay."
"Thank you for your understanding. Sorry, I forgot to ask your name."
Alger looked around and said, "If you are currently living in this orphanage, I will come here to find you after I make a decision."
"My name is Hestin Ernst." Richard took out the fake ID he had used for only 20 years. It clearly stated that his nationality was Intis. This made Alger very confused and he looked at the other person's face and height, which was obviously a Feysac person. Richard did not explain. Alger returned the ID card and also reported his name and contact information. He looked around and suddenly had a strange association.
"Your last name is Ernst?" Alger asked in disbelief, "Are you from the family that runs the Ernst Foundation...?"
"Ah, yes, I am the current manager."
Alger looked at Him holding the spatula, and at the apron and dusty clothes on Him. He was silent for a while, and suddenly became annoyed again.
He walked back and forth several times, and his body movements and facial expressions clearly told the two people opposite him that he was really in a very uneasy mood.
After about half a minute, Alger calmed down and made plans. His dark blue eyebrows twisted into a ball on his weather-beaten face, and he looked a little annoyed. "...Okay, Mr. Ernst, I apologize for raising the price just now, but you should also know that those of us who make a living on the sea are not reasonable."
Richard understood something and smiled: "Okay."
"I'm... Tsk, I've heard a little bit about your foundation's charity work. There's no need to discuss it. The compensation will be what you said."
"People like you shouldn't come to these chaotic and dangerous places. Fine, I'll try my best to get you back safely."
"Thank you for your consideration for me." Richard smiled from the bottom of his heart. "Thank you, let's set off as soon as possible, Mr. Wilson."
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Silver City, Berg's house.
Derrick woke up, his eyes lit up by lightning reflections. He looked around and didn't feel like he was being monitored.
But the experienced and wise Mr. "The Hanged Man"'s accurate reasoning about previous events and his calm and confident attitude made Derrick believe that his guess must be correct. He believed that at this moment there must be one or several extraordinary people with special abilities secretly watching him.
Derrick got up from the bed and stretched his body out of habit.
During this process, some analysis and suggestions from the Hanged Man quickly emerged in his mind: "Until now, no one has looked for you or locked you up in the dungeon. This means that your Chief and the other elders of the Six-Man Council are more inclined to observe and hope to find a way to get the entire Silver City out of the abandoned land from Amon, the first living person they have met in more than two thousand years.
"So, if you don't do anything too outrageous, they will definitely not rashly alarm you, lest Amon discovers anything unusual."
"In this way, their surveillance would not be too close. They probably did not notice that you had coughed up the 'Time Worm'. Their subsequent reaction also indirectly proved this."
“Similarly, they should only be able to observe what ritual you are performing, but will not be able to figure out who you are praying to. You can openly complete the ritual to request the grant, and then put all the blame on Amon. Of course, you must act cautious and careful enough, and be prepared to be examined by Beyonders of different sequences such as the Psychoanalyst after everything is over. In this matter, you can pray for Mr. Fool’s help…”
Following the advice of the Hanged Man, Derrick walked around the table twice, carefully closed the window, lit the candles, and set up the ceremony to request the blessing.
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Above the gray fog, in the majestic ancient palace.
Klein was idly staring at the stone pillars supporting the dome. At this moment, the deep red star corresponding to the "sun" shone brightly, quickly creating ripples and condensing into an illusory and mysterious door. Above the entire gray fog, a little power was pried open and flowed like water.
Hearing the layers of prayers, Klein lowered his head and looked at the "All-Black Eye" in front of him.
"I hope the little 'Sun' doesn't lose it, otherwise Mr. 'World' will have to die heroically..."
With emotion, Klein spread his spirituality, driving the flowing gray mist power to flow towards the illusory door, stabilizing the transmission channel.
Then, he put the "All Black Eye" into an iron box, threw it into the gap of the mysterious door, and said casually:
“Don’t touch the items inside directly.”
After doing all this, he did not linger for too long, because he knew that the little "Sun" would not find an opportunity to act so quickly, and he did not know when Miss "Magician" would be able to finish transcribing two chapters of "Spirit World Observations".
Klein's figure suddenly disappeared in the gray fog.
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Outside the window of Klein's residence at 15 Minsk Street, a crow stood on a tree, watching Klein's movements.
He didn't wear his iconic hat, but the white circles on his eyes revealed his identity. At around three o'clock, he saw Klein return to his living room in a relaxed manner, sit on a reclining chair, and then close his eyes, as if taking a nap.
It was a little strange to take a nap at this time, but it was not suspicious. However, he immediately felt a fluctuation that was very secretive to other channels and could not be detected without paying attention, but was very obvious to the high-sequence "Thief", "Fortune Teller" and "Apprentice".
Although he had been cut off from communication with other clones and his original body for more than a hundred years, Amon's existing memories still allowed him to instantly understand the source of the wonderful fluctuations that made his spirit rejoice.
It is the source substance.
It’s Sefirah Castle!
Is this ordinary person, no, this magician actually connected to Sefirah Castle? And unlike Medici, even with the help of his father, he still couldn't tame the "City of Disaster" immediately, so he was contaminated by the other party, and finally died because of it... This magician actually has a stable and safe mystical connection with Sefirah Castle, and there is no sign of contamination at all! Could it be that the Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun at the top of his path has descended to the earth? No, no, if that's the case, the Outer Gods would have confirmed it long ago, and there is no need for me to find out...
Could it be that the magus was controlling Sefirah Castle? This was simply unbelievable. He had no personality and no power. It was impossible for him to do that.
The most likely possibility is that someone has mastered Sefirah Castle. No, this is almost impossible given the existence of the mark of the Celestial Lord. It should be said that someone is able to pry open the power of Sefirah Castle. This person named Klein Moretti is one of those chosen by Him. There must be something special about him... Amon thought absentmindedly, and then saw Klein gradually wake up, stretch, and then walk to the window to open it for fresh air. He quickly moved behind the leaves and continued to observe in the blind spot of vision.
Who could be up there, a new face or an old acquaintance?
About an hour later, Amon saw Klein go out, apparently to buy ingredients for dinner. So he felt that there was no point in observing him any further, so he flapped his wings and flew towards the direction of Cherwood District.
TBC
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Hehehahahahahaha, update is coming!
The thesis issue was resolved, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief. But Qidian was catching up too fast... Now some of the readers who were diverted by Old Ford should come over.
(End of this chapter)