After a few seconds of quiet scrutiny, Crane stepped forward and stepped up the staircase, carefully descending one layer at a time.

The light around him gradually dimmed, and only the gray color enveloped this extremely quiet world, and the more Klein descended, the more he felt like he was locked in a dark, silent room, and he could slowly hear the sound of his own blood gurgling and the sound of his heart beating powerfully.

The latter was getting faster and faster, little by little contaminated with uncontrollable anxiety and panic, and Crane was busy gathering his spirit, visualizing the cascading balls of light to calm his emotional recovery.

To his side, the gray-white cliff that represented Grossell's subconscious realm stood cold, silent as if dead, but a point of light flashed in the gray around him from time to time.

Crane stared at one of the points of light, and saw the giant tearing open the human stuff and the terrified Grossell, who was less than 3 meters old at the time, and was clearly still in his infancy.

Dots of light flashed, revealing the twilight of the falling peaks, and time seemed to slow down here.

Crane was about to search for more valuable information in Grossell's subconscious, when the sound of a beast's gasp suddenly sounded in his ears.

With a swipe of the ground, a huge palm poked out of the gray cloud around it, its complexion was gray-blue, covered with signs of decay, with a distinct yellow-green liquid, and it quickly grabbed Crane's ankle.

In Hehehe's voice, at the stairs below, the same palms grabbed up one after another, as if to forcibly drag Crane's spirit into the most secluded and unfathomable place in the spiritual world.

All of a sudden, these rotting palms were dense and dense, constantly struggling to stretch upwards and emit a terrifying gasp that made the hairs stand on end, so frightened that Crane instinctively jumped up and jumped three flights of steps.

However, the countless palms that belonged to the corpse of the giant did not stop, propped up on the surface of the stairs, and wriggled upwards like a tide, drowning every inch of space below.

Klein was about to probe his right palm, take the "death knell", and use the purification bullet to cooperate with the "slaughter" to solve this group of countless "monsters", when two questions suddenly flashed in his mind:

Where do these "palms" come from, and why do they appear in Grossell's subconscious?

As soon as the problem appeared, Klein vaguely understood something, and immediately gave up using the "death knell", calmed his breath, and visualized the ball of light.

The huge rotting palms took the opportunity to rush to his feet, grabbing his ankles and calves!

At this moment, they disappeared silently, as if they had never appeared.

"Sure enough, this is my hallucination caused by the influence of Grossell's subconscious, here, the mind and the mind are not only directly 'faced', but also blended with each other, if there is no corresponding extraordinary ability, the deeper you go, the more likely it is to have an emotional breakdown, which is eroded by the other party's subconscious little by little, and finally the 'mind and body' is seriously polluted, and the whole person becomes a mentally ill person who cannot recover his senses, and this is likely to lead to loss of control...... This is not the same as channeling, it is not necessary to stay awake and sane to avoid being polluted, because you are already inside the target's 'mind body'......" Crane muttered to himself silently, realized.

He hesitated for a few seconds, then turned around and climbed up the stairs, no longer going deeper into Grossell's psychic world, because he lacked the extraordinary ability to soothe his own mind, and forcing his descent was tantamount to suicide.

"Once you've collected the magical items in this area, you'll think about continuing your exploration. Crane made up his mind, walked faster and faster, and finally jumped back to Grossell's dream, back to the place where the Giant's Court guards lived.

Feeling tired, he left the dream and walked through the wall to Grossell's blacksmith shop, once again examining the strangeness of the world in the book.

"I have met Grossell, Mobert and Shatas, and I have heard of the devout priest Snowman and the 'philosopher' Ronzel when I was talking to people everywhere, but there is no Anderson Hood, no Edwina Edwards, no Daniz, no Gelman Sparrow...... So, will the deceased have a new character in the book, or will the adventurer who has stayed here for a long time and fully express himself in his daily life be copied with a certain subconscious?" Klein walked along the edge of the sun-drenched street, pondering the question that was so crucial to him.

If it was the previous speculation that the deceased would be "reborn" and become a new character, then Crane would not have to worry about anything, but if it was the latter, he would have to reduce the frequency of exploring the world in the book and strictly control the length of each stay.

"It's impossible to judge at the moment, let's deal with the latter situation first, it's always right to be cautious......" Crane quickly made a decision, to return to the gray mist.

At this moment, he saw a familiar figure again.

The black-haired and blue-eyed Dragonzel sat on a long wooden chair on the side of the street, staring blankly at the sky as if it had been burned by fire, as if in contemplation.

Thinking that the former Rune soldier's urn was in his hand, ready to be sent back to the Storm Church cemetery in Beckland, Crane sighed silently, walked over, sat down beside Dragonzel, and asked casually:

"What are you thinking?"

"I'm wondering who I am, where I've come from, and where I should go back......" Ronzel said dreamily without retracting his gaze.

Without waiting for Klein to ask again, he shook his head and chuckled:

"I always felt like I didn't belong here, I wasn't who I am now, and there was a place waiting for me to go back.

"They laughed at me for always thinking about these useless questions, so they nicknamed me a 'philosopher'......"

As he spoke, he looked at the setting sun, and once again fell silent, stunned.

Crane didn't speak, sat quietly, watched the sunset with Longzel for a while, and then disappeared without a sound.

Longzel did not notice that the people around him had left, like a marble statue, staring into the distance and not moving for a long time.

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

After the resupply was complete, Alger Wilson commanded the Blue Avenger to leave the rebel harbor without stopping too long in the Rorsted Islands.

He had to return to Passu Island within the stipulated time to report on his duties.

At this moment, in the captain's room, he was looking expectantly at the illusory door of spiritual objects and inflated candles on the altar.

It was the door of sacrifice and the door to receiving the gift!

With a creaky and illusory sound, the mysterious door slowly opened, revealing the endless depth and darkness within.

The light burst out from within, and soon converged, and when everything calmed down, there were two more items on the altar at some point, and the door covered with all kinds of strange symbols was gone.

Alger was very calm, thanked Mr. "Fool" earnestly, and ended the ritual according to the process, before reaching out to pick up the two items on the altar.

One of them is neatly folded paper, and the other is a transparent "jellyfish" wrapped in azure water.

Alger examined the latter first, and found that sometimes the wind blew whirlpools, sometimes there were silver and white electric flashes, and sometimes there were distant and beautiful singing voices coming out.

"This voice has a feminine feel to it...... It seems that the owner of this feature is a lady. Alger couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, because it meant that it wasn't any quasi-high-ranking member of the Church of the Storm who had been killed.

The Storm Church has no female quasi-high-ups and high-tops!

Putting away the extraordinary properties of the Ocean Singer, Alger unfolded the paper, skimmed over the main material column, glanced at the auxiliary materials, and finally stopped at the ritual part.

For him, there are already extraordinary characteristics, it doesn't matter what the main material is, you can see it later, and the auxiliary materials are relatively easy to collect, you don't need to care too much, only the ritual is the most important:

"Pot......ion in the belly of an Obnis," Alger read the ritual silently, and the corresponding information quickly came to his mind:

Obnis is an ancient sea monster that can directly swallow a sailing ship, with a massive, twisted body, up to three heads, and entwined tentacles, and is the protagonist of many legends on the sea;

Most of these sea monsters have been tamed by the Church of Storms, and have a fixed area of activity, but it is unknown if they have intelligence close to that of humans.

"No wonder the Church wants to control Obnis, not the other sea monsters...... It is no wonder that there are many extraordinary people in the 'Sailor' path among pirates, but only a few can reach Sequence 5, they are either directly inherited hereds, or they are subordinates of the 'King of the Five Seas' and the 'Mysterious Queen'...... So where do I go to find Obnes who doesn't belong to the Church......" Alger frowned slightly, thinking about how to get promoted through the Storm Church.

His first reaction was to find the "Mysterious Queen" Bernadette through the "Star General" Gardelia, and find out from her where Obnys, who did not belong to the Storm Church, and the second reaction was that there was a risk of exposing himself, because the corresponding Obnes Kraken was likely to be a servant of the "Mysterious Queen", and it would report everything it saw to its master.

"Well, that's an option when there's no way around it at the end. Alger's thoughts raced, and he quickly had another idea.

That is to pray to Mr. "Fool"!

This resurrected being has secretly grasped the original authority of the "sea god" Kavituwa, and can drive the creatures of the sea, and it is possible to know where Obnis, who does not belong to any faction, can be found!

"Don't worry, if you are promoted now, the uncontrolled scattered spirituality will not be able to hide from other people's eyes, and when you are done with your duties, you will leave the island of Passu and try to pray......" Alger calmed down, jotted down the recipe for "Sea Singer", and then pressed the paper to the flame at the top of the candle.

Watching the flames devour the formula faster and faster, Alger's gaze deepened.

When he finished processing the remaining traces, his gaze fell on a chart and locked on to a spot:

Bansey!

On his way back to Passu Island, Alger had planned to stop by Bansey to see what was going on in the port.

He had informed the sailors of the idea, and they were all right, for they were equally curious about why Port Bansey had been suddenly destroyed, and what had become of it.

PS: The old time in the early morning is added.