Frank Lee did not notice the abnormality of Gelman Sparrow and added with a smile:

"I wanted to help you just now, throw some seeds over, but unfortunately, I can't throw it that far. ”

Throw some seeds onto the "Black Tulip"? There is a residual breath of the "Earth Goddess" in this sea, and the extraordinary things in the corresponding field will be mutated, and the enemy and the enemy will attack at the same time...... I was on the Black Tulip at the time...... It's good you didn't throw it...... Crane remembered the tragic situation before the Future, and remembered the watermelon that grew above the head of the dead pirate.

He was just about to weigh his rhetoric and make the response fit the character of Gelman Sparrow, when he suddenly saw Heath Doyle in the shadows not far away, standing out, bending over and vomiting.

The "Bloodless One" retched at first, then dropped to his knees on the deck.

Gow!

He finally spat out a puddle of yellow-green liquid, a half-corroded mass of gray-black flesh wriggling like a twitch.

Vomit!

Heath Doyle spat out several similar things in a row

Seeing this scene, Klein felt disgusted and relieved, he was originally worried that Heath Doyle, the "Bishop of the Rose", would be contaminated by "eating" things indiscriminately, but now it seems that the other party should just be tolerant and isolated, and has not really digested it.

He is worthy of the "Bishop of the Rose" who is not crazy...... Klein sighed silently.

Out of the corner of his eye, he was about to remove the vomit from the vomit, when a few thoughts suddenly flashed through his mind:

"Creeping hunger" has been turned on, it must be "fed" once a day, and there are no outsiders, no ideal villains here...... The pirate who died before couldn't, and while his companions didn't necessarily value corpses, the "wriggling hunger" was meant to devour souls......

I don't know if these pieces of meat can be used as "food", at least they originally belonged to corpses with vigorous vitality that were affected by the breath of the "Earth Goddess......

Thinking of this, Crane took two steps forward and walked to the vicinity of Heath Doyle.

He couldn't bear to see the puddles of vomit, and instinctively cast his gaze to the other side, to the magnificent sea where the sun shone outside the side of the ship.

Then, he stretched out his left palm to the gray and black flesh block.

"Wriggling Hunger" did not change at all, and did not crack its mouth in the middle of the glove.

It seems that it does not want to eat...... It can only be used barely at first, dealing with potential dangers, and if you haven't found the right food for nearly a day, throw it on the gray mist...... Crane reluctantly withdrew his hand and looked up in the direction of the captain's room.

The golden brooch in front of Gardelia, the "star general", bloomed again, condensed the "Sun Spirit", and purified the gray and black flesh that Heath Doyle vomited out one by one.

The pirate general's face and expression did not change much, but he seemed a little tired, and the deep purple brilliance in his eyes became more and more obvious.

After making sure the ship had set sail again, Crane stopped and prepared to go back to his room to change his soaked clothes.

Anderson glanced at him, leaned in, and opened his mouth curiously.

"Shut up!" Klein said first.

This incident caused him to lose the fish-man armnails, so he became more and more displeased with someone who was plagued by bad luck, and almost defined it as "wriggling hunger" food.

“...... All right. Anderson raised his hands, "I'm drinking quietly." ”

Crane ignored him, entered the cabin, and returned to his room.

In the bathroom, he took out a "water-making charm", recited the words of the ancient Hermes, made a bathtub of water, then took off all his clothes and lay down.

The cold feeling and the warm sunlight made him relax a lot, picked up the pen and paper he had just brought from the desk, and wrote a divination sentence:

"The location of the fish-man armnails. ”

After meditating seven times, Klein lay down completely, pillowed the front of the tub, and entered the dream.

In the gray, intermittent, illusory world, he saw the deck, and saw a living corpse whose body had decomposed in several places, and the azure fish-man armnails were embedded in the flesh of the left waist of the living corpse.

Beyond deck, it was pitch black, making it impossible to see exactly where the ship was.

Sure enough, it was lost on the "Black Tulip...... Klein opened his eyes and made a judgment.

"I hope the 'Admiral of Hell' doesn't find out, so I can use this armpin to locate the Black Tulip......

"It doesn't matter if I find out, as long as Ludville doesn't drop the armnails and the matter doesn't take too long, I can locate it, but the place of divination has to change from reality to the gray fog......

"Also, I have to do a divination interference later, so that the 'Admiral of Hell' will use armnails to locate me and even curse me. ”

"That ring of his really looks like an item left over from the ancient Grim Reaper, well, write to Mr. Azik. Klein quickly washed himself and stepped out of the tub.

After wiping it clean and changing into the previous Rune gentleman's outfit, Crane first adjusted his equipment, pulped the laundry, and then spread out the letter paper and took out the Azk copper whistle.

Standing at his desk, looking at the things above, Crane's outstretched right hand suddenly slowed.

His eyes flickered a few times, and then he put away the Azk bronze whistle and put it in a small iron box, using the "spiritual wall" to cut off the breath.

He prepared to leave the sea, leave the Future, and summon the messenger.

"This time the loss is not small, but fortunately, I have finally finished digesting the 'Faceling' potion, and I can concentrate on waiting for the mermaid to appear......

"Hmm...... The actual situation of this divine war relic is not what I expected, it actually has the breath of 'Mother Earth Goddess'......

"This is certainly not something left over from after, otherwise it is impossible for a god to lose control of his breath.

"None of the eight ancient gods of the Second Age have the authority to rule over the earth's realm......

"Among their subordinate gods, there are suspicious ones, such as the Queen of Giants, the 'Goddess of Harvest' Eumibela, and the 'Goddess of Life' who is attached to the vampire ancestor Lilith......

"Is this a divine war involving the gods, or is it really not a matter of the Second Age?" Klein suffers from knowing too little about this divine war relic, so he can only rely on speculation, supplemented by speculation.

He retracted his thoughts, re-cut the paper figures, and painted them with the variations and hidden symbols belonging to the "Fool".

Syllable!

Crane lifted the paper figure and shook it.

The flames came out of thin air, burning the paper figures to ashes.

In this way, he has been able to initially get the desired effect, if he wants to be better, he must go to the gray fog to make a response, use the "Black Emperor" card to pry the power of the mysterious space, and cooperate with the "Paper Angel" to provide protection.

After relying on the Azic Brass Whistle and Will Unsetin's paper crane to interfere with possible peeps, Crane re-entered the bathroom and completed the operation in an orderly manner.

After tidying up the room, he wore "Wriggling Hunger" and "Tinder" gloves and walked slowly to the deck area, ready to carefully observe his surroundings and not miss any clues about the mermaid.

As soon as he left the cabin, he saw Anderson Hood sitting on the floor against a wooden barrel, his expression calm and restrained, as if he were contemplating and sentimental.

Did he keep his promise and drink quietly all the time?Klein muttered as he passed in front of Anderson.

Anderson slowly raised his head and asked as if in a dream:

"There's something wrong with the wine here, isn't it?"

Klein was stunned for a moment, and replied seriously:

"Yes. ”

"......" Anderson was speechless.

This guy was so unlucky that the application of his extraordinary abilities failed to notice that there was something wrong with the wine? Crane moved the corners of his mouth and walked forward.

On the foredeck, a number of sailors were gathered around to watch Nina perform the duties of the Storm Lord priest and hold a brief funeral for the pirate who had just died.

After a prayer that was not complicated at all, Nina looked around and said:

"Revere's wish is to be buried on the hill in his hometown port after his death, where there is the most beautiful sunset.

"He wanted to be cremated so that he would not be disturbed after death. ”

"The storm is above, may he sleep in peace. Most of the sailors believed in the "Lord of the Storm" and struck their left chest with their right fists.

Looking at this scene, Klein did not approach, but stood in the distance, quietly watching.

When the funeral was over, and the body of the pirate Revere was turned to ashes with the help of the scrolls, Crane sighed and drew a crimson moon in his heart.

For most of the next day, the sun was still shining brightly, and the sky was always noon, and the Mirai went deeper and deeper into the ocean around several ruins and ruins.

Anderson somehow got back to normal and came to Klein's side.

He glanced over and pointed to the submerged complex in front of him:

"Go over this ruin, turn left and drive about 10 nautical miles, and you will have a chance to meet a mermaid. ”

Finally...... Klein was about to respond when the sky suddenly darkened and the sunlight faded steeply.

Another night is coming.

Without further ado, he returned to his room and lay down on the bed.

Soon, he woke up in his dreams, and was greeted by pristine floor-to-ceiling windows, long tables and chairs, and bookshelves full of books.

This time, he returned to the same place where he had left the dream before, back to the library.

The light of dusk shone in, casting a pale gold over everything, and Crane walked forward, slightly confused, to the bookshelf he had browsed last time.

Not surprisingly, he came across occult texts such as the Book of Charms.

Klein was just about to pull out the book and flip through it quickly, when his eyes suddenly swept to the opposite bookshelf and swept a book with a black cover:

Russell Note 3!

The Emperor's diary, the whole diary, Crane subconsciously stretched out his hand.

At this moment, the mysterious eyes that stared at him from the deck flashed in his mind, flashed to the door opener in the depths of the mural hall mentioned by Anderson Hood, and flashed to the abnormal location of his previous dream.

Crane withdrew his gaze, still pulling out the Book of Charms.

He made his way to the bench area, sat down, and began to take a quick stance.

Suddenly, he heard a clatter, clatter, clatter, clatter of footsteps approaching from the depths of the library.

Klein's spirit tensed instantly, and he slowly raised his head.

The first thing that caught his eye was a pair of black leather boots.

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