Thousands of miles away, on a small nameless island southwest of Port Hakata.

Admiral Emilius Livitt's clothes had long since dried in the scorching sun of the day, and he could have used his extraordinary power to make some changes in his image, but there was not a single ghost on the island, and there was no need for it.

His falcon-like eyes kept slicing along the nearby shoreline, searching for the fabled ghost ship, but finding nothing.

He had visited every inch of the coast for a day and a night on the island, and unless the Trensauster Empire's warship could sail on land, he should have discovered it a long time ago.

The only possibility is that it has been driven away by someone else......

Kicking away the stone that stood in his way, listening to the soft sound of it falling into the water below the cliff, Emilius didn't feel much loss in his heart.

That's the benefit of not having too much hope – and not being too disappointed.

He has always been very good at managing his emotions.

Glancing at the moon, which was almost full and shrouded the earth with its brilliant brilliance, Emilius sighed lightly and turned to walk towards the beach not far away.

Since the secret operation to find the ghost ship has failed, he must embark on his journey home tonight, otherwise he will not be able to return to Olavi Island within the appointed time, and the crazy adventurer has been an "admiral" for a long time, and I don't know if there will be some mess that he can't clean up.

Hmph, anyway, as long as his younger brother Auston is still the governor, and his mistress Cynthia doesn't wear a strange hat on himself, and he doesn't see any problems by the royal family's eyeliner, he can solve other small things.

At the top of the mountain behind him, a black-haired and barefoot figure stood in the air, its golden eyes glancing at the departing Emilius.

"Hmph."

She snorted lightly and raised her right hand, the original smooth and white palm, the root of which was already symmetrical, up and down, looked like a strange mark of a building in a rainstorm.

It was a simplified version of the "Calamity" spell that day that tried to kill her, but without a hint of destruction and calamity.

"The connection has deepened?"

Anne whispered suspiciously, looking up to the northeast, as if looking at a location from a distance of thousands of miles.

Then, black lines flickered around her, outlining the outline of a massive three-masted warship.

The mast of the sailing ship, which seemed to be in the spirit realm, had not yet been erected, and the deck was still vacant, but it had already begun to have the power of the legendary warship that shook the world two thousand years ago.

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In the dim and quiet bedroom, Klein stared at the wreckage that was still smoking, but the mutation and pollution inside had been purified by the holy light, and it took a long time to reach out and pick up a necklace that had fallen on the wreckage, it hung a pendant that looked like a shrunken rhinoceros horn, it seemed that there was no spirituality anymore, but his intuition told the two that all the abnormalities tonight came from it.

Mother Tree of Desire, Celestial Sect, Treacherous Night, Amplified Desire...... Angel and Crane still have various doubts in their minds, but most of them are buried with Cynthia's death, and the rest is pending further investigation.

Neither of them mentioned channeling or divination, this obvious pollution, even the demigods did not dare to touch it easily, and the only way to deal with it was to purify everything in flames.

The guards and servants around them, who were naked and still desperately entangled with others a few minutes ago, have now gotten rid of the endless desire in their hearts and passed out, but looking at their mouths and noses that have stopped bleeding, listening to their steady breathing, there should be no life-threatening injuries.

Of course, it is still very necessary to find the Orthodox Church to deal with it to a certain extent after the fact, and in the face of this kind of pollution that is no less than the "true Creator", it is not too cautious.

In fact, the pollution caused by the "Mother Tree of Desire" that Cynthia spoke of was much stronger than the several "evil god incidents" the two of them had seen before, and the sudden transformation of an ordinary person into a mutated creature with combat power almost equal to that of Sequence 5 was unheard of even in the internal files of the Night Watcher, let alone the breath of inner desire that spread throughout the building.

The only exception, of course, was Megoos, who appeared in Tingen five months ago, but it was a vessel for the descendation of the children of the evil gods, almost an incomplete descent!

Could it be that the "Mother Tree of Desire" is also some evil deity whose personality is close to the "true Creator"? And not a primitive belief like the "god of the sea" Kavituwa?

Thinking in her head, Angel and Klein still checked the passing out servants separately so as not to miss some special cases of serious injuries, and then, she looked at Crane, who still looked Emilius and had a certain sense of majesty, and asked:

"What's next? Are you going to end this 'commission'? ”

"If I run away now, the admiral will definitely blame me for all the problems. I had to stay, take care of everything, and wait for him to come back and explain in person. ”

Crane shook his head and replied softly, seeing that Angel was gradually leaning up, he quietly took two steps back, turned sideways, avoided the other party's gaze, and hid the physical abnormalities that had appeared since waking up from the dream.

But the instinct of the "Faceling" still made him notice the changes in the other party's expression and gaze.

"By the way, why are you here tonight?"

To alleviate the embarrassment, Klein asked casually, but looked away, pretending to search for clues left behind on the battlefield.

"Of course it's divination, but I'm divination, divination, high, hand ......" It seemed that he had expected this question for a long time, Angel showed a hurried smile and took a few steps closer, "I have seen it all in the magic mirror, such as whether your acting has been smooth in the past few days, whether your identity has been exposed, and ...... Some strange dream? ”

"Dreams, what dreams?"

Struggling to keep his expression constant, Crane turned his head and asked, his tone straight and his gaze unevasive.

This response made Angel a little weak, she really couldn't talk about the strange scenes she saw in her dreams, especially when she finally found out that the person under Klein was herself, which made her feel an inexplicable shyness.

Moreover, the battle in this bedroom, as well as the obscene smell and stirred desire that permeated the room, made her cheeks red and her body hot, and at this time, when she recalled the picture in the magic mirror divination, she couldn't open her mouth, so she could only snort softly, turn her head sideways and stop talking.

Seeing that he had won in words, Klein smiled again, and was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue, but there was a snort behind him, and he looked back, it turned out that he had been slapped by a branch to the corner of the wall, and the blonde secretary Lu Er'an, who had passed out under Cynthia's desperate roar, had regained some consciousness, and his hands and feet were shaking, as if he was about to open his eyes.

"You leave first, I'll ......"

He hurriedly looked in Angel's direction, only to find that the other party had disappeared without a trace, and at the same time, the "isolation" power that enveloped the surroundings dissipated, and the crimson moon in the sky once again sprinkled its light on the building.

With a hint of loss and a hint of happiness, Crane slowly walked over to Lu Er'an, and found that his neatly combed, shiny blonde hair had a little corrosion when it was "snatched" by the branch buds, and then hit his head on the wall. But this injury was not a big deal for an extraordinary person who was at least Sequence 6, and possibly even Sequence 5, so instead of crouching down to help, he kicked the secretary with his toes, who was beginning to wriggle unconsciously.

That's what the superior does, and besides, he wasn't very respectful to me just now...... He thought about it, made up a few more kicks, kicked Lu Eran directly awake, and looked at him blankly.

The strength of these kicks brought a bit of personal emotion.

(End of chapter)