Mr. "The Hanged Man" is ready...... Lumian pulled out his gold-shelled pocket watch and looked at it.

For him, summoning the "Shadow of Armor" is always possible, the only thing to worry about is that the one who seems dangerous, and summoning it for no reason is likely to be attacked and cursed, but since the Tarot Society's big Arcana card "Hanged Man" is here, there is no need to worry about this.

The uncertainty now is whether Franka is available, after all, it is up to her to translate.

Lumian burned the letter, left the Golden Rooster Hotel, and went straight to Apartment 601, 3 White Coat Street.

"What are you doing so late?" Franka is clearly not someone who goes to bed early.

Lumian glanced at Jana, who had just finished removing her ostentatious makeup, and said to Franca with a smile:

"Do you have time tonight? You can summon the Shadow of Armor again and ask it questions. ”

Summoning the "Armor Shadow" again....... Franka's eyes lit up and blurted out, "Free!"

The "Ghost of Armor" is most likely from her hometown, involving the secrets they crossed over and the way to go back, not to mention that it was just early in the morning, even if it was six o'clock in the morning, she would say that she had time to be a translator!

Seeing that Jana was a little puzzled and a little curious, Franca couldn't hide her excitement and explained:

"Didn't Charles ask us to sort out the information of spirit creatures that met the summoning conditions? One of the summoning targets he chose had a directional ambiguity when designing the summoning spell, which led to a very peculiar spirit creature, and the ability to snort and spit came from the contract with the spirit creature you saw earlier. ”

Out of jealousy and envy, Franka describes the "art of humming" as snorting and spitting.

Janna was very impressed by the "Hum Ha Technique", and felt that its effect was both powerful and magical, and her first reaction at this time was to ask, "Is it possible for us to sign a contract with similar spirit creatures".

"Hey, I'd like to have similar contract creatures, but I can't get that special one." Franka expressed her regret and resentment with sincerity, "In short, that spirit creature is very unique and has a lot to do with secrets, and a certain boss of the organization behind us, uh, a demigod, is very interested, and now only Charles can accurately summon the target creature through contract contact." ”

Speaking of which, Franka asked Lumian, "That one is here?"

"Yes." Lumien nodded slightly.

Jaanna looked at them and asked thoughtfully, "Is it 'justice', 'magician', or 'star', 'moon' coming?"

Franca's expression suddenly froze on her face, her mouth opened slightly, her eyes were full of disbelief, and Lumian was also stunned, she didn't expect Jana to be able to name the code names of several big Arcana cards, and believed that the two companions had something to do with it.

In the indescribable silence, Jane Na's eyebrows stretched and she laughed:

"I guessed it! You belong to the secret organization codenamed Tarot!"

"You, how do you know?" Franka asked, stunned.

Janena pursed her lips and sneered:

"You put nearly ten tarot cards in this room, and you don't usually use them for divination, and then Charles told me that the 'fool' you believe in is about the same as the 'fool' in the tarot cards, and I have also heard about the legend of the big Arcana cards such as 'Justice' and the existence of the small Arcana cards during this time in the occult meeting.

"With so much information in front of my eyes, if I don't associate it, wouldn't it seem like I'm stupid?"

The more she spoke, the more smug she became.

Franka was stunned for a few seconds and said, "Your 'instigator' potion was not drunk in vain......

"Good." Lumian reluctantly praised, "Get ready to drink the 'witch' potion." ”

Without further talk, he and Franka left Apartment 601 with the intention of going to the Golden Rooster Hotel to write to the "Magician" lady, telling her that she could summon the "Armored Shadow" now.

Jaanna looked at the backs of the two and muttered to herself silently: witch......

"What happens if a man drinks a 'witch' potion......"

Golden Rooster Hostel, Room 207.

After Lumian sent the letter, the candle was not extinguished, waiting for a reply in the light of the double light.

Franka paced back and forth in the cramped room, a little nervous in her excitement.

She wants to get a clue from the "Shadow of the Armor" to return to her hometown, but she is afraid that even the last hope will be lost.

Time passed minute by minute, and just when the "Witch of Pleasure" felt that a year had passed, the candle flame in the room suddenly skyrocketed.

In the dim light of a human head, bright starlight flew out, enveloping Lumian and Franca.

It was as if they had come to the infinite starry sky, and the whole person became extremely small.

After a brief dizziness, Lumian and Franka found themselves in room 207 of the Golden Rooster Hotel and onto a deck in the darkness of the night.

The first thing that caught their eye was the ancient triple mast, the gray-white sails rolled up like an open gate.

The crimson moonlight shone down in the sky, but it didn't fully illuminate the area where Lumien and Franka were, which was dark and mottled with wooden planks, like haunted ancient buildings.

Franka quickly looked around, and sighed in a relaxed state:

"Wow, an ancient sailing ship.

"It's perfect for making ghost movies!"

"What is a ghost movie?" Lumien asked casually.

Franka smiled awkwardly, "It's a drama that tells ghost stories."

As she spoke, she ran her hand to the dark linen rope that rested on the side of the boat, as if trying to tell the exact date.

Suddenly, the rope came to life, and with dexterity and swiftness wrapped around Franka's right hand, and went up, trying to tie up the "Witch of Pleasure".

A layer of black flame erupted in response, burning the dark linen rope that seemed to have a life of its own.

The rope snapped back suddenly, as if in pain.

At the same time, a ball of rope that had been lying quietly on the deck swished towards Lumian.

Lumian took advantage of the situation and raised his faintly hot right palm and grabbed the front of the rope.

The rope was quiet, and it seemed that all its vitality had been drained in an instant.

All the ropes that had come to life in this area were normal again, snapping to the ground and no longer wriggling.

Lumian looked down at his right palm and muttered silently:

"The remnants of the 'Blood Emperor' aura on my body resonated faintly with this ship......

"After feeling the burning heat of my right palm, these weird ropes were well-behaved all at once....

"Is this the old sailboat I saw at the Lavigny pier this morning?

"Lavigny Marina...... Church of the Fools........ This is Mr. 'Hangman's ship'?"

Lumian's thoughts raced, and he quickly had a guess.

Franka spun around for half a circle and said excitedly, "This is the ghost ship, the ghost ship!"

"It's alive in itself!"

As the voice of the "Witch of Pleasure" echoed across the deck, Lumian heard the words of the "Magician" lady:

"Mr. Hangman's ghost ship is a legacy of the Tudor Empire, and there are many secrets that remain unsolved, and when he pays you, you can choose the opportunity to explore the ship, and it's up to you to decide when to explore."

Sure enough, it was related to the Tudor Empire....... Lumian's heart became determined, and he walked forward to the cabin.

Franca, on the other hand, followed as she looked around curiously, touching here and tapping there, whispering a few words from time to time, as if she wanted to communicate with Mr. "The Hanging Man's" ghost ship.

In a creaking motion, one of the doors in the cabin opened on its own.

A thick dark brown carpet flanks bookshelves and a wine cabinet with books with yellowish covers and bottles of wine in dark red.

At the front of the bookshelf is a large wooden table with inkwells, quills, brass sextants, black metal binoculars, and white candles.

Adjacent to the desk stood a man of medium stature, with dark blue hair disheveled, bronzed skin, very rough, wearing a linen shirt, a brown jacket, and dark wide-legged trousers, with a more dignified temperament, like the one Lumian had seen praying in the Church of the Fool in the morning.

"Are you Mr. 'Hanged Man'?" Lumien asked.

The middle-aged man bowed his head slightly: "I am the 'upside-down hangman'."

Franca looked at the man, remembering that he was on a ghost ship, and remembered something.

"You, are you Alger the Stormbringer? Is this the Blue Avenger?" Franka blurted out in surprise and delight.

The "hanged man" glanced at her and replied without any change in expression, "Have you heard of me?"

"Of course!" "You are the king of the seas without the name of the king of pirates, and if it weren't for the fact that you fought the 'King of the Five Seas' in the Misty Sea, causing the ships in the surrounding seas to feel a terrifying storm, no one would know that you are a demigod."

"And, unlike those pirates, you are a real, pure, aspiring treasure hunter who never plunders serious ships, and has been exploring the western borders of the Misty Seas in search of 'Lost Newnes' and 'Legacy of Solomon's Empire'."

She struggled to resist the phrase "You are my idol", feeling that it was too ahead of her time - Franca had dreamed of being a pure treasure hunter and sailing the five seas.

Alger "Stormbringer" ...... After Lumian discovered that the main forces of the Church of Fools were at sea, he consciously exchanged information with Franca about the pirate king and pirate generals, and knew that Alger, nicknamed "Stormbringer", was a demigod captain, but not a pirate king, so his nickname did not contain the word "king", and the "Sick Lieutenant General" who had become the pirate king was now called "Queen of Disease".

As for "The Lost Neus" and "The Legacy of Solomon's Empire", they are treasures that have been popular on the Five Seas for many years.

Sometimes, Lumian admires the author of the "Great Adventurer" series, Fals. Wall's, she dared to write the peachy story of the pirate king.

Aren't you afraid of being approached and executed?

Or, she was sheltered by the Church of the Fools?

In the face of Franca's enthusiastic praise, "The Hanged Man" Alger was silent for two seconds and said: "Maintaining a certain pure is a good thing and a bad thing.

"Can you start the summoning ritual?"

Franka muttered, "Men still have a boyish side until they die....."

Lumian responded to Mr. "The Hanged Man" and said, "Anytime."