touchnovel Chapter 343 A Handsome Head Worth 3000 Pounds
Chapter 343 A Handsome Head Worth 3000 Pounds
Chapter 343 A Handsome Head Worth 3000 Pounds
"Sunia Island? Did something happen there too?" "Justice" Audrey asked in surprise.
She was somewhat curious about this largest island in the Five Seas, because it had once belonged to Rune, but during the Twenty Years' War, the Kingdom of Rune was defeated and had to cede Sunia Island to the Fusak Empire.
Although Rune later won the war against Fusak, he failed to recapture the island of Sonia.
After a brief recollection, Alger, the "Hanged Man," said, "A newly dispatched officer from the Fussac Empire to garrison the southern part of Sonia Island was assassinated, and shortly thereafter, a Rune officer secretly infiltrated Sonia Island."
"That officer was killed by an extraordinary member of the Fursak military and was also accused of colluding with elven cultists."
"The Kingdom of Rune denied the incident, insisting that no officer had deserted his post and claiming that it was a slander by the Fusak Empire."
"Ha... Nobody knows whether Fussack or Rune is telling the truth, but the escalating tensions between the two countries are real."
"Justice," Audrey said after thinking for a moment, "Perhaps the Fussac Empire suspects that the assassination of their officers is related to Rune, and wants to use this to put pressure on them and divert attention from the problem."
The Hanged Man nodded slightly: "Perhaps no one knows who is telling the truth, either Rune or Fussac."
Cyril glanced at him and calmly replied, "What Fursack said is true."
"Hmm? Why?" Audrey asked, sounding somewhat surprised.
Cyril smiled and said in a nonchalant tone, "Because I killed that corrupted Rune officer who was influenced by the evil god."
"Influenced by an evil god..." Audrey murmured before asking again, "Is this a personal experience for that officer, or is there some hidden force targeting the Kingdom of Rune?"
After some thought, Sirion replied, "Perhaps there are both reasons."
Even military officers are affected... "The Magician" Fors shifted her body uneasily, feeling that the world she knew was becoming increasingly dangerous.
After a moment of silence, she asked with some curiosity, "Which evil god is affecting Officer Rune?"
Cyril leaned back: "That officer called her Great Mother."
"Great Mother..."
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The people at the Tarot meeting immediately thought of the "Earth Mother" worshipped by Feneport, intuitively believing that there was a certain connection between this righteous god and the evil god who called himself "Great Mother".
After letting their thoughts wander, they turned their heads slightly apart to look at Mr. Fool at the head of the table.
Klein, the "Fool," shrouded in gray fog, was lost in thought:
The Great Mother... If she is related to the "Earth Mother Goddess," could she be a high-ranking being in the "Moon" pathway? For example, the "Blood Moon Queen" mentioned by the "Moon" classmate?
This person shouldn't have survived the war between the Four Emperors, otherwise the vampires wouldn't have gone into hiding.
After thinking for a while, he didn't voice his guess. After all, there was still a "Moon" at the Tarot meeting, who was a vampire, and his guess might have some impact on him.
Seeing that Mr. Fool did not give any hints, Audrey and the others were both disappointed and relieved, since the things that Mr. Fool pointed out or gave hints about were truly important.
Since Mr. Fool didn't give any hints, it probably means that he didn't think this matter was serious.
After a few more minutes of conversation, "The Fool" Klein tapped the edge of the table in front of him: "Let's call it a day."
"I foresee that everyone will have a new look next week."
Thank you for your blessings.
"Justice," Audrey said, rising first, her tone more cheerful than before.
With Mr. Fool's words, she gained more confidence in her upcoming promotion to "psychologist".
"The Sun" Derrick shared a similar mindset, harboring even greater expectations for his promotion to "Sun Priest".
As everyone rose and bowed, streaks of deep red and ethereal light rose up, melting their figures and disappearing into the space above the gray mist.
Klein then made the "world" disappear, and held the completely black eye with many strange symbols engraved on its surface in his hand.
"I seem to have come across a way to remove the contamination within extraordinary traits. Although Mr. Azik has not yet recovered, we can ask Tobias, the former legion commander of the Byron Empire, for help."
"His 'Conqueror' trait allows him to unleash angelic power; the only problem is, can I afford the cost of getting an angel to help me?"
"Although out of respect for Mr. Azik and Sirion, the former legion commander will most likely not refuse, I certainly can't let someone help me for free."
"Afterwards, find out from Cyril what needs the other party has that I can meet, and then seek their help."
"This matter is not urgent for now. My Faceless Man's potion will take a long time to digest."
After whispering, he looked at the pile of junk in the corner, where "Wriggling Hunger" lay quietly. Then he enveloped himself with his spirituality, simulating the feeling of falling, and left the space above the gray fog.
On the foredeck of the White Agate, Sirion, having finished his tarot session for the day, leaned against the bow and began playing his harmonica.
Before long, people on the deck began to cast their gazes at him, some with curiosity, some with admiration, and some with scrutiny!
His spirit was touched by that undisguised scrutinizing gaze, and he subconsciously turned around, only to see an old man with an unusually serious silver eye, wearing a soft hat, a black robe embroidered with storm symbols.
Ace Snake, the former Archbishop of Backlund, the Church of Storms.
Ace Snake walked toward him with a serious expression. The wind around them went from howling to thick and viscous, eventually forming an invisible wall that separated him and Ace Snake from the ordinary passengers on the deck.
"Mr. Sherlock Moriarty, the famous detective of Backlund."
Why did you suddenly go out to sea?
Disguised as Sherlock Moriarty, Cyril carefully examined the old man before him. Seeing that the man showed no hostility, he asked curiously, "Does Your Excellency the Archbishop know me?"
Ace Snake nodded slightly, his tone serious without malice: "I've seen your file. You were involved in the Great Smog Incident in Backlund. You were also an informant for Backlund's Mechanical Heart."
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"Furthermore, I am no longer an archbishop, but a senior deacon of the Punisher, responsible for handling mobile incidents."
He paused, a glint of electricity flashing in his silver eyes, and asked with unusual seriousness and an air of menace, "Why are you at sea?"
Recalling Sherlock Moriarty's speaking style from his memory, Sirion shook his head helplessly and said, "I'm on vacation. What happened in Backlund made me feel like I need to relax and sort out my feelings."
"However, I don't seem to have much luck. So many things happened on my first time taking a boat."
Ace Snake gave him a long, hard look before asking, "As a renowned detective, have you noticed any suspicious individuals on the White Agate?"
...Yes, the biggest suspect is right in front of you.
After muttering to himself, he pondered and replied, "I noticed a very beautiful blonde woman in a blue dress. She had strong intuition and an extraordinary charm. I suspect she's a witch who infiltrated the ship."
"I saw the painter Randolph Carter on the ship earlier," but I haven't seen him since passing Damir Harbour.
"As for the other passengers, although many of them have secrets, and some may even be criminals, they should not be considered the suspicious persons you mentioned."
Ice Snake, his right thumb lightly brushing against the silver ring on his index finger as he clenched his fist behind his back, then nodded: "I understand."
He then turned around and stopped halfway, as if suddenly remembering something, and said, "You didn't buy a ticket to board the ship under the identity of Sherlock Moriarty."
Cyril nodded in agreement: "Nobody wants their schedule to be completely transparent and monitored."
Ace Snake nodded noncommittally, then said with unusual seriousness, "After you arrive in Bayam, you will need to register with the authorities, or turn around at the next port and return to Backlund."
After saying that, he turned around and left the deck with steady, yet silent, steps.
After watching the other person leave, Cyril took a gold coin out of his pocket and flicked it into the air with a clang.
After repeating this several times, he chuckled and took back the gold coins.
"No one doubted me, partly because I interfered with the divination and spiritual intuition, but more likely because the identity of Sherlock Moriarty was well-established in the official system."
"It feels like Klein painstakingly cultivated his alternate accounts, only to have them benefit me in the end."
He muttered a few words to himself, then turned around and gazed at the unchanging sea before leaving the deck.
Sailing at full speed, the White Agate arrived at the port of Tiana in the early hours of the next day.
Because it was so early, most of the passengers were still fast asleep, and only the crew and sailors began to work under Erland's orders.
They needed to replenish a large amount of supplies and conduct a preliminary inspection of the ship, as no one was sure if the previous horrific "natural disaster" had left any hidden dangers on board.
When the sun rose above the horizon and its bright, warm rays bathed the entire sea, the passengers awoke to find that the ship had already docked while they were asleep.
In the restaurant, where fresh food was available again, Sir Ryan, Klein, and Danitz sat by the window, enjoying breakfast and chatting.
Danitz was the main speaker, with Cyril occasionally chiming in, while Klein was responsible for casting indifferent glances.
"Tsk, so many people are getting off the ship with their suitcases. It seems they've all been terrified by their previous experiences and are eager to switch to another ship."
"I wonder how many people will be left on board when the White Agate sets sail again—half, a third, or even fewer?"
Cyril noticed the hint of envy in his eyes as he looked at the people disembarking, and asked curiously, "Why aren't you getting off the ship?"
Before Danitz could speak, Klein calmly and indifferently said on his behalf, "He is a prisoner."
Seeing Danitz's face gradually contort, Cyril suppressed a laugh and patted him on the shoulder with little sympathy.
"When we get back to the Golden Dream, will you become the biggest laughingstock on board?"
"Hmm... no, you're worth at least 3000 pounds. Who knows, Gehrman Sparrow might need money someday and sell you."
(—;)
Danitz's expression suddenly froze, his mind racing, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that such a thing could happen.
A bead of cold sweat the size of a bean slid down Danitz's forehead and dripped down his cheek onto the floor.
He was just going to Bayam by ship, and he was nothing compared to the real danger, but this despicable guy insisted on targeting him, a weak and helpless pirate.
After repeated deliberation and reflection, he finally confirmed that Gehrman was after him, whose value was 3...
A handsome head worth 000 pounds.
...Did he treat me like a walking, talking money bag?
That piece of shit, when I get back to the "Golden Dream," I'm going to blast him to the heavens with the Purification Cannon.
As his thoughts drifted, he saw the cold look that Gehrman Sparrow was giving him. His body stiffened for a moment, and after a couple of dry chuckles, he buried his head in the empty plate in front of him.
...He's also a guy with comedic talent.
Muttering to himself, Klein shifted his gaze to Cyril, who had reverted to his Randolph Carter form, and calmly asked, "Has the 'Singer of God,' Ace Snake, left?"
"He left after the ship arrived at the port of Tiana, but there were now some more hidden scapegoats on board."
As Sirion casually remarked, the obvious changes in personnel on the ship could not escape his spiritual perception.
Those who concealed their identities and took the punishment were also easy to identify; one could guess from Captain Erlan's attitude towards them.
After finishing breakfast, Sirion went straight back to his room.
With a new, unseen scapegoat on the ship, he lost interest in wandering around outside and stayed in his room to focus on painting, recording everything that had happened.
Around 10 a.m., the White Agate set sail again at a high speed, as if all the crew members were eager to end the voyage.
This high-speed sailing continued until about 3 p.m. the next day, when the "Generous City" Bayam appeared on the sea ahead.
Thanks to the efforts of all the crew members of the White Agate, the original two-day voyage was compressed into one and a half days.
Unlike the clear weather of the previous days, the closer the White Agate got to Bayam, the worse the weather became.
More than half of the fish-scale-like clouds on the horizon were dark clouds, slowly gathering towards Bayam with the direction of the wind. Below, the deep blue waves rose and fell, causing the ships to rock violently.
A storm is coming.
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