touchnovel Chapter 347 The Hermit Eric Drake
Chapter 347 The Hermit Eric Drake
Chapter 347 The Hermit Eric Drake
At the dock, in the captain's cabin of the "Azure Avenger".
Suddenly, large swathes of grayish-white mist surged before Alger's eyes. He saw a person praying in a dimly lit room and heard the person's voice: "Great Fool, sir, I intend to hunt Steel Maiviti in Bayam and need some cooperation."
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After the images and sounds of prayer disappeared, Alger fell into a deep thought: "That was... 'The World'? He's already in Bayam?"
"He needs cooperation, Fool," Mr. told me directly. Was it a warning, or simply because I could help "the world," or perhaps both?
Mr. Fool is not entirely indifferent to the members of the Tarot Club; at the very least, our identities, whereabouts, and even our every move are likely under his watchful eye.
"Indeed, since Mr. Fool has convened the Tarot Club, it can't just be for us to exchange ideas, gain access to each other, and thus quickly become stronger."
"When necessary, we also need to help and cooperate with Mr. Fool, or His followers, to accomplish something, just as Justice did in the Backlund smog incident."
Why would "The World" directly seek help from "The Fool"? Normally, seeking help from deities is the last resort when one cannot complete a task on their own.
"Judging from the previous tarot readings, he seems to be 'connected' with fate. Wouldn't it be more convenient to just contact that person directly?"
"Have they already separated? Or does he not want fate to get involved in this matter?"
Alger frowned for a long time before finally coming up with a plausible possibility.
The task of hunting "Iron" McVitie comes from Mr. "Fool," while "Destiny" has other identities besides being a member of the Tarot Club. "The World" is wary of him and does not want him to participate in this task that is directly under Mr. "Fool."
At the same time, in Mr. Fool's eyes, the "fate" of multiple identities is more inclined to be a bond for cooperation with other beings and organizations, rather than a core member that can be completely trusted.
If that's the case, then this is my opportunity—an opportunity to take a stand with Mr. Fool and at the same time connect with His followers, the World.
Thinking of this, he quickly gathered his thoughts and responded with a prayer.
After agreeing on the time and place to meet "The World", Alger glanced down at his sailor uniform, frowned slightly, and then went back to his room to change his clothes.
A few minutes later, he appeared in the captain's cabin dressed in a classic dark robe and a soft hat similar to that of a clergyman, looking like a wizard straight out of a folk legend.
He turned his head to look at his reflection in the glass window, curled the corners of his mouth slightly, and then left the "Azure Avenger".
In the captain's cabin of the "Golden Dream".
Edwina, who was writing something in her notebook, suddenly stopped writing and looked up at the desk in front of her. There was a stack of drawing paper on the neat and tidy desk.
"Randolph Carter, that mysterious messenger?"
This kind of hidden ability, which is completely imperceptible to the spiritual and cannot be detected by her own observation skills, was something she had just encountered when she sent a letter to Sirion not long ago.
She paused, then picked up the drawing paper that was upside down on the table and began to look at it page by page.
Her gaze quickly swept past Danitz stepping into the trap and being chased, and landed on the last page, which contained Danitz's last words, which were only half a page long.
"Danitz" encountered an attack from "Iron" Maiviti, and is "Blood Admiral" Señor also eyeing that key, and the "Golden Dream"?
After a moment of quiet contemplation, she asked a crew member to bring her personal belongings that Danitz had left on the ship, and then used a secret technique she had invented to perform a divination.
"Danitz is fine, but the Golden Dream is still some distance from the Rosed Isles. It will take another two days before we can contact Danitz using ritual magic to find out the specific situation there."
As she spoke, she looked at the crew member who had brought Danitz's personal belongings earlier; the man was engrossed in a comic book featuring Danitz.
The crew member, belatedly realizing what had happened, awkwardly waved the drawing paper in his hand: "Captain, this drawing is quite beautiful."
"May I take these to show everyone on the ship, and while I'm at it, warn them to be careful of those treacherous fellows under 'Blood Admiral's' command?"
Edwina paused for a moment. Since some crew members had already seen the contents of the drawing, Danitz's last words would surely spread throughout the ship, so there was no need to hide it from him. She nodded and said, "Okay."
In the afternoon, on Olive Avenue near the pier, in a café with an occult theme.
Alger, dressed as a folk shaman, pushed open the brown wooden door, ordered a cup of specialty coffee from the Southern Continent, and then found a conspicuous spot in the hall to sit down.
On the round table in front of him, he placed a brand-new tarot deck that he had just bought, with the "Hanged Man" card flipped over on top.
After sitting for about two or three minutes, the brown wooden door with thick glass was pushed open from the outside again.
A young man wearing a black woolen overcoat and a top silk hat walked in.
Alger picked up his coffee, sipped it, and glanced at the other person out of the corner of his eye.
Although he couldn't see anything in this young man that resembled "the world," he intuitively felt that the other person might be the one he was waiting for.
The thought had barely formed in his mind when he saw the other person's gaze sweep lightly over the tarot cards he had placed on the table before walking straight toward him.
"I want to have my fortune told."
Alger pushed the deck of cards on the table toward the other person and said, "You'll have to cut and shuffle the cards yourself."
On Fragrant Tree Avenue, at the famous Old John's restaurant, Sir Ryan and Danitz sat on opposite sides of the table.
Danitz glanced at Cyril every now and then, looking like he wanted to say something but couldn't.
After a few minutes of silence, Sirion couldn't help but ask, "What do you want to ask?"
No sooner had he asked than Danitz blurted out, "Did the captain reply to you?"
"no."
"That's good... Uh, no, I mean that's terrible. I'd like to know the captain's next instructions."
"A qualified crew member should learn to proactively share the worries and responsibilities of their captain; only then can you become the coolest guy."
"The most...beautiful?"
As the two were talking, the waiter had already placed a plate of grilled fish on the table. It was wrapped with something that looked like straw and covered with many spices that he recognized and did not recognize.
The strong, complex aroma immediately filled his nostrils, giving Xireen a slight jolt and causing his mouth to water.
The waiter then placed two tree branch-like objects on each side of the plate.
Danitz skillfully picked up two branches, then awkwardly picked up a piece of grilled codfish meat, explaining, "This is the kind of utensil you have to use when eating grilled codfish. It's said that Emperor Roselle got the inspiration from elven customs."
"Of course, if you're not used to it, you can use it too, use..."
Danitz stared in disbelief as Sirion picked up two twigs and used them as utensils, his movements so practiced it seemed like a lifelong dining habit, as he picked up fish from the plate and put it in his mouth to chew.
It wasn't until Cyril swallowed the fish that he realized what had happened.
Have you used this kind of tableware before?
"No, your skillful technique is clearly a habit that can only be developed by eating like this every day."
"Could it be... you, you are actually a descendant of elves?"
After swallowing another piece of fish, Sirion shook his head slightly and said, "I am not a descendant of elves; I should be the ancestor of elves."
Danitz's lips twitched slightly: "Bullshit, why don't you just say you're an ancient god worshipped by the elves?"
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Cyril looked at him with some surprise and asked in astonishment, "You know about the Old Gods?"
"It seems that the knowledge that Edwina taught you in class was quite comprehensive."
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Danitz seemed to recall some unpleasant memory, and his face immediately fell. But he quickly raised his chin again: "We are hunters who seek treasure, not those uncultured and uncivilized pirates. Knowledge of various ancient cultures and folk customs is also a required course."
"Besides strength, you also need to have a wealth of knowledge to become an excellent treasure hunter. Otherwise, many times the treasure is right in front of you, but you miss it because you don't recognize it."
Cyril raised an eyebrow slightly, leaned back, and said, "This doesn't sound like something you would say, nor does it sound like Edwina's tone. Who are you repeating?"
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"Uh...you could tell that from that?" Danitz's expression stiffened for a moment. "Okay, actually, that's something a guy named Anderson Hood said when he was bragging."
"That guy always claims to be the strongest hunter in the Misty Sea, you might have heard of him?"
"Doesn't he claim to be the strongest hunter below the demigods of the Misty Sea?"
"Wait, you actually know that guy?"
He looked at Sir Ryan with some surprise... I remember Randolph Carter has been active in the Sunia Sea ever since he became famous.
The reputation of the strongest hunter in the Misty Sea shouldn't be so great that everyone in the Sunia Sea knows him. Could it be that this guy used to hang out in the Misty Sea?
It doesn't seem impossible. This guy is very good at disguising himself. Who knows what identity Randolph Carter used before he came to the Sunia Sea?
After letting his thoughts wander for a while, Danitz came back to his senses and found that Cyril was staring intently at the empty chair on the other side of the dining table, nodding occasionally.
He glanced at the empty chair, then looked at Sirion, wondering what he was staring so intently at.
...Has this guy finally gone mad?
The thought had barely crossed his mind when he suddenly saw Cyril talking to the air in the chair.
"What should I call you?"
This guy has really gone mad. Will he turn into an out-of-control monster in the next second?
Thinking this, Danitz moved his body back quite readily.
Then he heard a somewhat aged voice from the empty space beside him: "You can call me Eric Drake. I am a hermit."
Danitz suddenly froze, his expression stiff as he turned his head and saw that a middle-aged or elderly gentleman in a gray-white robe had somehow appeared on the chair that had been empty just moments before.
His hair was neatly combed back, his long, striking pale yellow eyebrows were prominent, and he had some wrinkles on his forehead. His face was an unnaturally pale white.
Noticing Danitz's astonished and direct gaze, he turned his head to look at him and returned a smile.
A nearly forgotten identity flashed through Danitz's buzzing mind: "Eric Drake, the renowned hermit of the Middle Sonia Sea!"
Eric nodded slightly: "Yes, it's me."
A look of shock flashed across Danitz's eyes, and his mind began to wander:
Goodness, I remember the captain saying that the hermit in the Middle Sudan Sea is likely a demigod in charge of maritime affairs for some secret organization.
Surprisingly, he actually knew Randolph Carter.
Is this the kind of connections that come from a clandestine organization?
After letting his thoughts wander for a while, Danitz suddenly felt a wave of drowsiness wash over him. He could only hold on for less than two seconds before his eyes closed and his body instinctively slumped onto the dining table, falling asleep peacefully.
Eric looked at Sirion and said gently, "There are some topics that are not convenient for outsiders to know."
Cyril nodded, then asked, "Does the Twilight Hermits have a new quest?"
Eric shook his head slightly: "No, I have some questions I'd like to ask you."
"About Bansi."
He paused briefly, and seeing that Sirion didn't react further, he continued, "As far as I know, an ancient angelic family, the Medici family, is hidden there."
"They worship an evil god known as the Weather God, and they practice blood sacrifices. They have been secretly developing their power, and at one point even influenced the bishop of the local Storm Church."
"But these problems should have been resolved by the Church of Storms in the aftermath of your last mission. Why did problems erupt there again, and why did the Lord of Storms directly destroy an area of the sea?"
"I'm very curious about the secrets of that place, what could possibly compel the 'Lord of the Storm' to intervene twice?"
Siri controlled her expression, asking with a mixture of curiosity and seriousness, "What's the situation with Banshee now?"
After a brief recollection, Eric said, "That area of the sea had been destroyed. I swam to that area from the ocean of the collective unconscious to observe it. All traces were covered by dangerous lightning, and no information could be seen."
"I suspect the Lord of Storms" is intentionally concealing something.
"You investigated the secrets there, and I suspect you might know some of the reasons. I'm curious about this, and I happened to see you while passing by the nearby Psychic Road, so I came to ask you."
After a moment of silence, Cyril said, "The God of Weather has been corrupted."
"It's contaminated..."
Eric nodded as if suddenly realizing something, seemingly connecting some of his guesses and thoughts.