Leonard's expression froze slightly, and then returned to normal.

He remembered that Dawn Dantès was working with the military to sell a shipment of guns and artillery to West Bailran.

Therefore, although the appearance of this gentleman on the military's airship is unexpected, it is not at all inconsistent.

The only problem was that he was going to Sibailang so soon? Amun's arrival also put some pressure on him? Leonard turned his mind to eye level, and then, with his teammates, he went up the gangway to the second floor and entered a large lounge that belonged to them.

Not long after the "red gloves" took their seats, a low roar, the turning of the paddles, and various grinding sounds rang out one after another, bringing a slight tremor to the floor and walls.

The tremor gradually became violent, turned into a swing, and the airship swayed and rose, gradually returning to its level.

Crane was already seated, his seatbelt buckled, and he was looking around with a little curiosity, experiencing a different feeling of flying than before.

"The take-off is not very stable, and the altitude is relatively low, but when there is no hurricane, the bumps are relatively fine, and I don't know how to do it......" Crane looked at the window diagonally in front of him, and he didn't have the slightest idea of unbuckling his seat belt and moving around.

It's not a fear of heights, although he does have a little bit, but he is not so scared when he temporarily wears "wriggling hunger", can "fly short distances" and can directly "teleport", he is just seriously playing a rich man who is riding an airship for the first time.

At this time, Klein's inspiration was suddenly touched, and he was busy tapping his teeth and quickly turned on the "spiritual vision".

He immediately saw the colors around him become intense, vividly superimposed together, and saw white bone fountains gushing out of the ground like a huge skeleton nearly four meters high.

The skull's eye sockets burned with pitch-black flames, and in its drooping hands held a stack of folded letters.

Mr. Azik's messenger...... He had finally recovered from his changed state, and Crane was pleasantly surprised, and was about to get up to answer the letter.

But it wasn't until the obstruction in his waist and abdomen came out that he remembered that he was buckling his seat belt.

As he reached out to untie it, the Bone Courier crouched down and shoved the paper into his palm.

Klein was stunned for a moment, tilted his head, looked at the other party's eyesockets burning with pitch-black flames, and nodded slightly, which was regarded as a greeting.

He could understand why the messenger didn't appear on the next floor and only let the upper half penetrate the floor, because this was the military's airship, and in addition to the "red gloves" just now, there were probably other extraordinary people, who were also inspired, had a certain degree of "spiritual vision", and could barely detect the courier's existence.

However, I don't think it's polite to squat like this...... I'd rather be like I used to...... Crane muttered a few words, watching as the messenger disintegrated into illusory bones and fell to the ground like a waterfall.

In the large lounge, Dalie Simone, who still likes to call herself a "psychic", suddenly turned her head sideways and looked at another room across the hall.

Her brow furrowed slightly, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Dai Li immediately retracted her gaze and said to the low-level officer who was sitting in the corner of the lounge as a waiter:

"Give me a glass of mixology, half and half of the Heland and half of the champagne. ”

"It's a strange recipe, ma'am. The officer unbuckled his seat belt and walked to the wine cabinet welded to the floor next to it, trying to give his own advice.

Dai Li, who wore blue eyeshadow and blush, smiled:

"I like to taste unique. ”

Speaking of this, she changed her words and asked casually:

"There seems to be someone else on this airship besides you and us?"

The officer replied as he opened the wine cabinet:

"Yes.

"A businessman, who seems to be called Dawn Dantès, has a certain cooperation with the Ministry of Defense. ”

Daun Dantès...... Dai Li was stunned for a moment, and her eyes turned slightly:

"What cooperation?"

On her right-hand side, Leonard Mitchell subconsciously adjusted his sit-up position, from resting his right foot on his left leg to resting his left foot on his right leg.

"I don't know. The officer shook his head and replied, "It seems that I want to draw on that gentleman's experience in the Southern Continent." ”

"Southern Continent ......" Dai Li repeated the term thoughtfully, without asking again.

............

In the small lounge opposite, Klein had unfolded the letter and read it carefully.

This is indeed from Azik Eggers, who said that his previous experience allowed him to retrieve more memories, and he had to digest and recover through a deep sleep, and he did not reply in time.

Klein really relaxed, and in a good mood, he turned his gaze to the content behind him.

For the spirit marauders, Azik's description is:

“...... This is a rather cunning creature with a sparse number, very good at camouflage, and not easy to find...... One thing that can be exploited is that it is very aggressive, but it is also very dangerous, and even if it has the strength to be close to Sequence 4, you have to be cautious enough, otherwise, if you are not careful, you will become its distraction......

"Its specific features are...... I don't know much or don't remember the area where the Spirit Marauders frequented, and I suggest you ask the Red Light Al Moriah to be kind to humans, willing to answer similar questions, and have the authority to do so...... The key to the ritual is the correct honorific name and symbolism......

"When you have a clue about the spirit marauders, you can wait for a while, and I may be able to help......"

How embarrassing is that...... Crane raised his right hand and pinched the sides of his mouth.

He then flipped the paper and looked at the last page:

“...... Again, I'll help you seal that glove again...... It's not that I don't want to teach you how to seal, but you shouldn't be able to complete it, and with the help of the power of the underworld, at least the 'undead' can do it......

"Okay, I should be able to free up soon, I remember what you said about the Ring of Death......"

Mr. Azik does not seem to have changed much, at least not from the letter...... Crane exhaled slowly, shook his hand, and set the papers on fire, causing them to turn into ashes and fall into the trash can welded to the ground.

Although Azik did not know where the spirit marauders frequented, he could preliminarily judge that the descendant of the god of death also did not remember Calderon City, and vaguely surmised that the mysterious spirit city was probably not related to the underworld, otherwise Mr. Azik, who had long since regained contact with the underworld, should have remembered certain contents, but he still planned to ask about Calderon City in his reply.

No matter what, you always have to have expectations...... Also, I have to mention to Mr. Azik that I have arrived in the Southern Continent...... Klein thought hard about how to write a reply.

However, he didn't do it immediately, fearing that summoning the Courier would trigger the inspiration of the rest of the extraordinaries on the airship.

With a turn of his gaze, Crane looked at the window again, only to see that it was dark and silent outside.

............

Looking at the dark sky where the red moon was obscured by stratus clouds, the "star general" Gadelia withdrew her gaze, picked up her pen, and wrote thoughtfully:

The answer to that question is that neither choice is right. ”

At first, she was a little puzzled, why didn't the queen directly ask what "hometown" meant, but instead accompanied by two guesses, isn't it easy to lead to questions not being effectively answered, and then after thinking, she thinks that the queen is indeed more thoughtful than she thinks:

Because he is facing a hidden existence that is suspected of being an ancient god, and because the number of diaries provided before and after is only a dozen or twenty in total, and each time there is a corresponding answer, therefore, only three pages of diary, even if there is a three-page diary of high value, it is difficult to match the key question of the spiritual and spiritual destiny of Russell the Great, and this hidden secret may be more important than a "blasphemy card".

The queen seems to be very persistent in this problem and is unwilling to replace it with others, so she deliberately attaches two options, hoping to be excluded or affirmed, relatively speaking, this reduces the value of the problem, which is in line with the principle of equivalent exchange...... In her thoughts, Gadelia remembered some things from the past:

At that time, she was still young and was being taught in all aspects, and the queen would occasionally test her with questions and tell her that in the process of answering, there were three opportunities to reduce the difficulty, one was to ask for the elimination of one wrong option, the second was to ask someone on the designated ship to help, and the third was to pray to one of the seven lights of the spirit world to get an answer, of course, provided that she could complete the ritual herself.

Obviously, the "Mystery Queen" chose the first way to reduce the difficulty this time.

Did the queen have a similar experience as a child? After eliminating the two wrong options, she doesn't know how far away she is from the correct answer...... Gadelia's expression softened unconsciously, and she wrote:

"According to the information I have received, there is a storm brewing in Beckland, and I hope that it is well. ”

She didn't directly say anything about the deputy director of MI9 and the royal adviser, after all, this was the news shared at the tarot meeting, unlike the question she raised, which had the tacit consent of Mr. "Fool" and could be told directly to the queen.

After folding the letter, Gadelia summoned the messenger of the "mysterious queen" Bernadette.

............

In the port of Behrens, night has just fallen.

Daniz and Anderson found a hotel run by Indis immigrants and experienced the convenience of language communication.

After putting down his luggage, Daniz, who was wearing a cloak and gloves, immediately went out again and walked towards the staircase.

Anderson leaned against the opposite door and asked amusedly:

"What else?"

Daniz suddenly "heh":

"Go buy a dictionary!

"It's much more reliable than your body language, and in a few days, maybe I'll be able to master a few common words!"

Anderson groped his chin with his black-gloved left palm and said:

"Your gloves were made from that giant, right?

Daniz blurted out:

"Acting recklessly, always doing first and then thinking about the problem......"

As he spoke, he fell silent.