At eight o'clock in the evening, before Crane had fallen asleep, there was a sudden illusory sound of supplication in his ears, and he immediately got up and stepped into the kingdom of God.

Miss Justice has just developed a new usage of Mr. Fool, and she holds a notebook and asks Mr. Fool to provide a third party power for Magic Mirror divination.

The price of divination was 8 pence when I was in sequence nine, and now I am in sequence six, and the price will go up to at least 8 pounds, Klein thought casually, and fed back the picture obtained from the divination to Miss Justice.

Crane waited for another half minute above the gray mist, and Miss Justice had other appeals, habitually knocking on the edge of the long bronze table, and he suddenly had an idea.

Klein straightened his body, skillfully embodied the pen and paper, and wrote down the divination sentences:

"The source of the black honeycomb spots on this piece of dirt in my hands."

When he finished writing, he formed in his left hand the strange piece of dirt that he had only looked at carefully today.

Ready, Crane leaned back.

The image stagnated for several seconds in the gray mist before it blurred, and at the same time, Crane felt that his spirituality was rapidly depleted, and if he hadn't been in Sequence Six, he might have been spiritually exhausted before he even saw the picture.

The picture was always rather blurry, and he vaguely saw a huge steel monster entrenched above the sea, and below the surface of the sea, there seemed to be a thick pillar reaching into the bottom of the sea.

The picture quickly collapsed, Klein frowned slightly, and his fingers began to tap rhythmically again.

It's too vague to see clearly, but why do I always have an inexplicable sense of familiarity, and also, a creepy feeling, but why can't I remember where I've seen it, I'm a soothsayer, this shouldn't be.

The god of lights says that the answer will affect my mood, so what will affect me? What else could make me unhappy other than the loss of thickness in my wallet? And also......

The figure sitting at the bronze table suddenly trembled slightly, and Crane remembered where he might have seen such a scene, and although he was not sure, his instincts told him that it was most likely the truth.

"Don't panic, don't think wildly, there is no definite evidence yet, and it can't be conclusive."

It took Klein a long time to calm down, he thought of the transparent staircase that seemed to lead to heaven, and he had a vague realization that he could learn the truth of everything as long as he followed the staircase all the way up.

Returning to reality, Crane couldn't sleep, and he stepped out of the cabin to the deck, where he found Frank, who had made a lot of noise in the morning, sitting alone on the side of the ship.

Hearing the voice behind him, Frank turned his head, and Klein saw that Frank was holding a silver-scaled fish in his mouth.

Looks like the Lamp God didn't come to tease Frank tonight, Crane thought silently.

As soon as Frank saw Klein, he let go of the fish and stood up, blood-red liquid flowing out of the gap in the fish's body and dripping onto the side of the boat.

Frank took one look at it and muttered, "This kind of wine fish has to be drunk in its entirety once it is opened, and it can't be closed like a wine barrel, and this needs to be improved." ”

Then he looked up, grinned, and gave Klein a big smile.

"Gelman, my friend, I have a commission."

"You know, I'm a pirate, I'm at sea most of the time, I can't stay on land for a long time, I need a Primordial Moon believer for my experiments, I want to ask you to help me find one."

What exactly did the believers of the primordial moon do wrong, and you mad scientist are to use as research material.

In an instant, Crane remembered that Moon Emlyn had only prayerfully reported to Mr. Fool the recent developments of the Bloods in the past few days, including that he was about to participate in a hunt race against the Primordial Moon Cultists.

"To live or to die?"

Crane still had a cold face, and his expression did not change to confirm to Frank.

If I only need some corpses or some flesh, I can ask Emlin for a purchase, and use the waste, if you want to live, it will not be easy to do, on the one hand, Emlyn has to hand in the task, and on the other hand, the living cannot be transported by the Fool Logistics.

"Huh? Haha, of course it's the best to live, but it's probably a little difficult, if you can, some flesh and blood, I can study it first. ”

"Okay."

Klein replied lightly.

Frank seemed very happy that Gelman was indeed a good man, and instead of thinking his idea was ridiculous, he seriously inquired about his needs and enthusiastically offered to help.

"Do you want to take a sip, my new achievement, the wine taste, the wine is rich in aroma and rich in nutrients."

Frank happily asks his best friend for a drink, but is ruthlessly rejected by Crane.

"I don't drink at night."

Klein quickly weaved a reason and shifted his gaze away from Frank's face to the distant place ahead of Future, pretending to be attracted by the huge waves of the hurricane and the torrential rain of silver-white lightning there, forcibly ending the discussion with Frank about the future direction of his scientific research.

Then, Crane really saw something strange, and just on the edge of the storm, a dark behemoth suddenly appeared where the sea and the sky met.

Crane stared curiously at what seemed to be a sea monster, and the Future approached quickly, and Crane quickly recognized the other party, it was a strange galleon that was even bigger than the Future, and it was cocked end to end, like a dark crescent moon hanging in the sky in a horror story.

"Death!"

Frank put away his smile, his expression as tense as his muscles.

The muffled sound of the horn suddenly sounded on the Future, and the crew was all active, and the entire Future immediately entered a state of combat readiness.

Gadelia stood by the window, staring solemnly at the Death until the Future passed by, gradually widening the distance.

Klein's thoughts have been churning since he saw the death number, and finally stopped at the conclusion that "the stars will have a lot of face".

Frank let out a long breath and said again in a voice with a light and smiling voice:

"You say, is it true that the Immortal King can live forever, and what factors of his body are transformed by extraordinary abilities? If I can look into it, maybe I can solve the problem of my fish having a short life cycle. ”

As he spoke, Frank seemed to have a new inspiration, and he continued along the train of thought:

"If I can catch the believers of the primordial moon and cross them with fish, I may be able to get excellent breeding fish with a long life cycle and strong reproductive ability."

You're so terrible, I shudder at the thought of the sea full of caviar and fish grandchildren of the immortal king.

"You can talk to him about this, and when I finish the commission, you can come with the mission items."

Frank was stunned for a moment, and said thoughtfully, "Can the believers of the primordial moon make him want to mate?" Can it make him interested in fish as well? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the Death suddenly turned its sails and chased after the Future.

At the same time, everyone on board the Future heard a high-pitched, shriveled, malevolent, continuous burst of laughter.