Chapter 94 Voyage Diary
Chapter 94 Voyage Diary
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11 month 7 day.
Today is the day to go out to sea, and I must commemorate it.
The weather is very good today, with calm winds and bright sunshine. I had grilled fish with herbs from a specialty restaurant this morning and it tasted pretty good.
April 11
It was a smooth sailing, nothing happened yesterday.
Captain Alger Wilson is generally a very easy-going man, as long as the pay is in place. He said that he knows the route I want, so this trip will probably take only a little over a month, which is great, and I really hope I can get back to land before the New Year.
April 11
After five days of sailing, we arrived at the Gulf of Ducie.
This place was as lively as ever, and it was one of the most beautiful and prosperous ports in the Kingdom of Loen. At the request of the sailors and me, we entered the port together and had a meal in a restaurant by the sea, because Feynaport was not convenient to dock, and after leaving the Disi Bay, there was no port to stay in. The next time we saw land, we could only look forward to those faraway islands.
I keep your request in mind and collect the legends of the abyss.
But it was never found. The most common rumors circulating on the sea were about a giant octopus or sea monster, or that the person was swept by strange ocean currents to a fertile sea he had never seen before and happened to meet a beautiful mermaid.
April 11
Extraordinary abilities attract each other. When passing through the Raging Sea and approaching the Southern Continent, the Blue Avenger encountered the ship of the Indulgence Faction.
Captain Wilson showed off his skills... Although he is only Sequence 7, he is still very advantageous in the sea, especially in the sea far from land. If I encounter Storm Angels at sea, I will probably have to ask you for help. However, they seem to be just carrying out ordinary tasks and were just attracted by me. What an unexpected disaster.
I was almost recognized by them, but luckily they quickly changed their route and ran away as soon as they saw my face. Well, I will deal with it later.
Mr. Alger seemed to take this opportunity to speculate on my methods; he was a very suspicious and insecure man.
April 11
good news.
…The ship has deviated from its course.
Such a spiritual ghost ship, equipped with a navigator and a group of sailors, actually deviated from its course silently due to wind, ocean currents, and two foggy nights where the stars could not be seen clearly.
I feel like we're getting closer to something, is it the abyss?
By the way, Mr. Alger’s reaction is also very interesting.
Because he actually used the word "deviate from the course", it turns out that he has his own route in this sea area.
April 11
I felt that wonderful connection, as if something huge that I couldn't see directly seemed to be within my perception distance.
Teacher, if you were here, you would have seen it.
I am sure we are approaching the abyss, because the crew's emotions are affected, they start to get angry for no reason, all kinds of emotional confusion. At the same time, the food and water on the ship are quietly decreasing, there are noises in the corridor in the middle of the night, people are whispering on the deck, someone is hiding food, and someone starts looking at his companions with the eyes of the enemy. This is a situation caused by the spirit of the demonic path.
Mr. Wilson was troubled for several days because of the problem with his team, but he was a boss with great prestige, and the crew could still obey him even if they began to lean towards the evil side. However, he knew that this was temporary, so he urgently changed the route and went to the Oradek Islands for repairs. I had no objection to this, because I also wanted to see the primitive forest island of Oradek, and maybe I could eat the original barbecue.
It is twelve o'clock in the evening. I have no candles. My cabin has no windows. As I write this, someone is looking at me through the crack in the door.
April 11
Today is the second day of our stay at the Oradek Islands. The crew is in much better spirits and has picked a lot of wild fruits. Mr. Wilson is also relieved and attributes the previous undercurrent to the depressing voyage.
But it is very abnormal that experienced sailors began to develop psychological problems in less than a week of sailing.
So Mr. Wilson held a simple mass in the evening in the name of appeasing everyone, praying to the Lord of Storms for protection. Although he said it was a collective prayer, the specifications and procedures were all mass, which shows that Mr. Wilson is a "captain" of the Church of the Storm.
April 11
Just after leaving the Oradek Islands, we strayed off course again.
Mr. Wilson was a little upset. He started to stare at me for a long time. I could hear the evil thoughts surging in his heart. In his eyes, I must have been a disaster. If he was not relieved in time, he would probably throw me and the crew into the sea and return home with sufficient supplies to escape. The crew seemed to have started writing suicide notes and then put them into the empty bottles of Lelongqi. Fortunately, there were enough bottles.
This afternoon, a crew member caught a piece of black meat. Then he lost control, and I calmed him down in time and made him forget about it.
This piece of meat remains active and will corrode other organic matter. If eaten by a person, that person will turn into black meat.
Teacher, I think I have reached the edge of the abyss.
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Backlund's winter is inseparable from fireplaces and fog. It is almost December, and there is only more than a month left until the Chinese New Year.
Amon still monitored Klein on time, so he had his own room in the villa, which was filled with books he was interested in and small gadgets he bought. A metal globe, glittering accessories, bordered wizard robes and pointed hats, many different styles, and even custom-made monocles (no prescription, all plain). Amon obviously regarded Room 2 on the second floor as his long-term residence, and persevered in slowly building his own comfort zone in it.
He has taken the first step from being an ordinary crow to becoming a crow with his own unique aesthetic.
During this period, Edward clearly felt his changes, such as consciously changing his dressing style, starting to try styles other than wizard robes, grabbing Riel as his audience and evaluator, and then going around in circles and changing back to wizard robes. Although it is still a similar style, he has added some of his favorite ornaments, such as colorful crystals, or simple jewelry, in short, they are all sparkling. Sparkling.
Edward turned off the crystal chandelier that must be turned on at night, and the gas wall lamps lit up one by one, and the warm and cheap light filled the luxurious villa.
There is no doubt that under his own indulgence, this Amon, like a sophomore middle school student (it doesn't matter whether it's junior high school or high school) in the Old Era, began to assert his presence, consciously avoiding the stereotyped image of Amon, and trying hard to distinguish himself from the stereotyped Amon, just like a spirited peacock with its feathers spread all day long.
The overly repressed (actually non-existent) self brought a strong counterattack, and this Amon showed himself ostentatiously, looking for the style and items that "he liked". Edward felt that he might put on strange clothes at any time, and then imitate the meaningless cartoons and start to speak some creepy and sweaty weird words to the sky.
Fortunately, Amon did not do so. After making a fuss for more than a week, he gradually settled down. He almost found his own preferences. In terms of knowledge, he was more interested in legends and things from the old era. In terms of food, he unexpectedly chose the flavors of the southern continent. In terms of clothing, his hobbies were a bit exaggerated. If Amon's overall style was that of a classical wizard, then he was a classical nouveau riche wizard.
"Your taste in and matching of gemstones is really..." Riel couldn't help but pat the ground with his tail, "Why not use pearls?"
"Pearls are too common." Amon took two steps, and the precious metal and gemstone ornaments jingled. He was very satisfied, "I like it this way."
"It really looks like a crow."
"That's it."
"But you're a thief." Rui Er put his hands on the cushion that was temporarily lent to him, his blue-gray eyes dizzy by the reflection. "You are dressed like this, you must be fishing, to attract thieves?"
“Now that I think about it…” Amon couldn’t help but think about it carefully. As a sophomore in middle school, he would be eager to show off and prove his uniqueness because of his awakening self-awareness. So Amon thought unethically, “Maybe I can change my path…?”
But there was no such precedent. Amon and his clone were born in the same way and would live their entire lives in the same way, so he didn't think much about it and quickly put it behind him, admiring himself like a jewelry rack.
Edward, who was drinking tea and reading a newspaper on the sofa, glanced over the top of the newspaper and then turned off a few gas lamps.
The window was half-closed, and the sound of rain could be heard outside. The winter in Loen was not only cold, but also often damp and rainy. The temperature was approaching single digits, and Amon lit the fireplace with a sense of ceremony. Riel consciously dragged the cushion to lean against the fireplace. The smokeless coal was burning with a crackling sound, and some expensive imported fragrant wood was also burned with it.
A light green smoke with a fragrance began to drift in the house. Raindrops were carried into the house by the cold wind, adding an untimely chill.
This is a rain that takes away the last remaining warmth of this winter. After this rain, the temperature will drop sharply and we will enter a real cold winter.
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The bloodstained skeletons were stunningly beautiful, and the meticulously carved new altar was enough to prove the devotion to the great gods. This was the art that the devil liked, not the brutal and straightforward tearing and killing of the indulgent sect.
When night falls, the red moon hangs high in the sky, and from below the altar one can just see the blood-red full moon hanging above the altar.
Take three fingers, cut them open, insert the wicks, pour in wax, and carve the symbol of the great being after it solidifies. The inverted pentagram and the sheep's head, the leading sacrificer brings the animals for sacrifice, and skillfully cuts open their bellies, and there are sounds of grinding teeth, running, the excited roar of the beasts, and a few short screams.
"The great mother tree of desire, the great demon king."
"You are the father of demons, the god of lost hearts, the eternal howler."
"Your humble believers beg for your attention, and your devout believers beg for your response. We have found the residence of the traitor, Edward Vaughn of "Fear" is hiding in the northern continent. I beg you to blind his perception. In the name of the Mother Tree and the Demon King, I will grant him death. How foolish and arrogant he is, daring to call himself "the Abyss" and disrespect the Mother Tree and the Demon King. He should be punished by God, and he should be punished forever and die without a burial place!"
After a brief silence, the blood flowing on the altar made a gurgling sound as if it was boiling. The blood was indeed boiling, and the seven hearts that had not yet cooled down expanded and contracted violently, simulating the beating of the human body. In the boiling blood, they gradually melted and merged into a piece of meat that kept wriggling on the altar, as if it had life.
The red moon encompassed the piece of meat, its brilliance more transparent than blood and more gorgeous than gems dazzled Grela Belia.
He smiled the kind of smile that only appears when he is completely intoxicated and happy, and lowered his head even more devoutly, pressing his forehead against the dark stone surface of the platform.
Humble prayers rose from the ocean of flesh and blood, and lofty and distant spirituality fell from the blood-red moon. Drip, drip, the mass seemed to be kneaded by invisible hands, steadily contracting and expanding, and the squeezed blood fell evenly from all sides, spreading out to form thin blood lines.
The meat paste gradually covered the entire table surface and gradually swallowed up the entire altar, accompanied by a resonance and fluctuation with the spiritual being of a higher level.
After a long time, the current patriarch of the Belia family and the actual leader of the Blood Cult finally woke up from this pleasure that was countless times better than eating and hunting. The altar that had just been built had disappeared completely, and the radiating blood lines formed a regular circle in front of him. In the center of the circle were two talismans that were red and transparent like gems, with a tree symbol engraved on them.
"Praise you, great mother tree, great god of loss of mind!"
Grela Belia prayed again in ecstasy, sincerely praising and thanking the Mother Tree of Desire, and then took the two talismans away.
Leaving the altar, the servants guarding outside knelt down to him and went to clean up the sacrificial site. After his spirit touched the spell, he easily understood the function and usage of the spell: to block the crisis perception of a specific demon, which was exactly what he needed.
It is not an exaggeration to say that the ability to sense danger is one of the core of the demon path. Although creatures of different races and personalities will transform into unique abilities due to their own preferences when they become demons, no matter how they change, unless they transform into talents such as prophecy and foresight, the importance of crisis perception cannot be shaken. Without it, demons are like losing an eye and gaining a sudden blind spot.
As it was related to the digestion of his own potion and pleasing the gods, He did not hesitate and immediately gave His word to the "Apostle of Desire" who had brought him the accurate information and was waiting for an opportunity in Backlund for the benefit of his family.
TBC
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The first day of the graduation trip: two blisters on my feet.
Copy: Jason Belia assassination case, loading begins.
*I was blocked once more, I didn’t expect that.
(End of this chapter)