3Chapter 225: Chance Encounter
Upon the turbulent sea, the White Agate was sailing steadily, breaking through the waves.
Several empty wine glasses were placed in front of Lumianna, but her cheeks were only slightly flushed.
"This place is truly different from Intis—" Lumianna thought freely while gently swirling the remaining half glass of wine, completely lacking the self-awareness that she had previously been a woman: "If I were in Intis, I imagine someone would have already come to ask me out—no, I should use more elegant wording—someone would have come to hit on me."
"But thinking about it carefully, it's still quite disgusting—I don't know how Franca overcame her psychological barrier."
"Heh, it's better not to think about it. I must not become like Franca!"
Whenever Lumianna thought of Franca, a fellow countryman of her sister, and her style that became even more open than the Intisians after becoming a Demoness, she couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart.
Thinking of this, she looked up at the clock hanging not far away.
The sunlight outside the ship spilled down brightly, shining on Lumianna's face. She stood up, downed the remaining wine in her glass, and walked toward the first-class cabin under the bartender's barely concealed eager gaze.
She hadn't forgotten the task she received from the Godfather and prepared to call her teammates, whom she had only just met, for a simple meal.
On the dining table, rich food was laid out in front of everyone. Although it was hard to compare with a formal restaurant, it was already a quite decent standard at sea—the White Agate would approach a port every one to two days, allowing it to obtain sufficient food supplies.
At the dining table, Klein maintained the persona of "Gehrman Sparrow," outwardly polite but inwardly cold and crazy, eating silently. Audrey and Sharon were similarly reserved; one was because she had received a good aristocratic education, while the other adhered to the philosophy of "restraining desires."
In such an atmosphere, although Lumianna had the heart to liven things up, she was quite powerless. As for Emlyn, it went without saying; as a Sanguine, although he could eat human food, he wasn't too adapted to it—this could be considered a drawback of the "Vampire" potion, which would intermittently cause those who consumed the potion to fall into a state of "craving blood."
Nimrod also saw that the atmosphere of the dinner was relatively cold, but this was indeed within his expectations—after all, a team needed to be broken in; this was a gradual process.
If there was no communication at all, then there would be no way to break in. After lunch, Lumianna originally wanted to habitually walk around the ship to figure out its main structure, so that she would have enough understanding of the ship in case of battle or escape.
However, at this moment, Lumianna keenly saw Gehrman Sparrow standing quietly in the shadow of the deck.
Firstly, she wanted to chat with her idol, and secondly, she wanted to promote the relationship between teammates, so she walked over there.
At this time, Klein was standing leisurely at the edge of the deck in a spot he had carefully selected, with shadows cast from the sky, just helping him block the intense sunlight.
The climate at sea was different from land. Even though the sea area near Loen had lower temperatures, the Sun at sea was a bit too dazzling—if one remained exposed to the Sun, one would definitely peel a layer of skin after a day.
But Klein, standing in the shadows, felt quite comfortable. Plus, there weren't many people on the deck right now, so he was looking at the sea in front of him quite leisurely.
Suddenly, Klein felt his spiritual intuition stir, so he turned his head and looked toward the center of the deck, seeing Lumianna, who had appeared somewhat silent at the dinner table but could clearly be seen not to be much like a lady, walking toward him.
I still don't know when Nimrod adopted a goddaughter. Uh, but according to the advancement path she—he—himself said, maybe he adopted a godson first—
She seems to know my current identity? Did Nimrod tell her about my current identity to reduce other teammates' misunderstandings about my "bounty Hunter" identity?
Hmm—I also happen to have the intention to get closer to the people Nimrod selected, so I can just ask about her—
A large stream of thoughts flashed through Klein's mind, but externally, he controlled his expression, slowly turned his body toward the direction of Lumianna, and looked at her calmly.
Did Gehrman Sparrow's spirituality sense something?
Lumianna thought that although she didn't deliberately control her footsteps, both Hunter and Demoness habits allowed her to reduce her presence and noise during movement.
Generally speaking, unless it was a Beyonder of the same Sequence who specialized in combat, it would be difficult to discover her approach.
She immediately waved her hand to indicate she had no malice, then walked to Klein's side calmly.
"Hello."
Lumianna walked to the ship's rail and spoke to Klein. Klein gently pressed his hat and replied to Lumianna: "Good afternoon, is there anything?"
"No, I just saw you standing here alone and was a bit curious." Lumianna said frankly: "We will be teammates for a while, no, for a long time. I hope to increase some understanding among you."
Lumianna emphasized the time.
Klein was silent for a moment, not answering immediately, but silently thinking about how this current identity of his would answer. However, Lumianna was obviously more talkative. She pondered for a few seconds and asked: "What did you agree to the Godfather's invitation to come to the sea for? This is not a safe job."
Logically speaking, I should refuse to answer you, but considering the status of teammates—Klein glanced at Lumianna and said concisely: "Money."
That's right, the identity he set for himself now was a Lunatic who wanted to come to the sea to seek sudden wealth. This identity was quite different from Klein Moretti, and his style of conduct was completely different from usual Klein, which could just be used as acting for "Faceless."
And the name was a little bit of Klein's private stash and some small ingenuity.
What a simple reason—I actually have no way to refute it!
Lumianna's thoughts diverged for a moment.
Uh, the Great Adventurer seemed to mention "Gehrman embarked on the path of a bounty Hunter for money."
I originally thought it was a fabricated reason because it involved some secrets related to the Beyonder world, but I didn't expect it to be a realistic description?
Lumianna thought with a bit of amusement in her heart. If those pirates, big and small, who would be hunted by Gehrman in the future knew that they had provoked this crazy adventurer because of their own bounties, what would they think?
She quickly reined in her thoughts and nodded gently: "A very reasonable idea. Well, most adventurers go to the sea because there is countless gold at sea."
Klein leaned on the ship's rail, a faint smile appearing on the corner of his mouth: "But you don't look like you have that intention."
Is it that obvious? Lumianna was stunned for a moment and asked with some curiosity: "Yeah, but how did you see it?"
Klein was silent for a moment, continuing to speak to Lumianna in the tone of those battle-hardened bounty Hunters in the taverns: "Forcing an advancement to Demoness from the Hunter Pathway at an inappropriate node, it's hard for me not to make associations. So, why did you come to the sea?"
Klein didn't say that he observed her through Spirit Vision, because most Beyonders didn't like others secretly using Beyonder abilities to spy on them.
Is it because of my Sequence? Well, it seems that people who jump Pathways like me are indeed rare—Lumianna sighed softly: "This is a long story. I might need to tell you a story—are you willing to listen?"
Klein didn't answer, just moved a step to the side, signaling Lumianna to continue.
Lumianna didn't shy away from talking about her past pain: "The time I've known the Godfather is actually not long, only about a few months."
"You might not believe it, but a few months ago, I was just a Sequence 9 Hunter. Now, the speed of advancement is far beyond my expectations."
I was also just a Sequence 9 Seer a few months ago, and before that, I was just an ordinary person—Klein said quietly in his heart, with no expression on his face.
"I lived in a small village in Intis. In a disaster involving an evil god, I lost my family. It was the Godfather who saved me. He provided me with all the potions from Sequence 9 to Sequence 7 and taught me a lot of mysticism knowledge."
Lumianna smiled, and after a short pause, continued: "He needed my assistance, so I followed him to Loen, to the sea."
Klein was silent for a long time, simply sorted out Lumianna's experience in his heart, and then said to her: "You didn't doubt Nimrod's purpose? If it weren't for the fact that I had known him for a long time, I wouldn't have accepted his invitation."
"I was originally prepared to embark on the path of hunting pirates alone."
Klein omitted the fact that he and Nimrod were fellow countrymen and used the excuse of "knowing each other before" to pave the way for his friendship with him.
Hearing the question from "Gehrman" beside her, Lumianna finally paused for a while in this conversation, then sighed slowly, looking at the distant sea with a leisurely gaze: "Of course I doubted it, but—I can see that he really cares about me, unlike those who want to harm me."
Speaking of this, Lumianna smiled self-deprecatingly: "After all, I am a loser."
"After that accident, my life goal was only revenge, and trying to find a way to resurrect my sister—and the Godfather is willing to support these two goals of mine, which is enough."
"I have had a period of wandering, and I understood early on that most of the feelings between people are mixed with interests. So I think I can still trust the Godfather."
After saying this, Lumianna suddenly felt that her spirit seemed to be a little better, and the psychological trauma that had not been resolved after the previous psychotherapy seemed to have eased a little.
Is it because I saw my "idol" and dared to face my own pain? She felt funny and angry at the same time, shook her head gently, and looked at Gehrman Sparrow, who had been silent since just now.
And at this time, Klein suddenly thought of himself, and also thought of Old Neil.
If it weren't for the timely report, if we hadn't discovered Old Neil's condition in advance, then Old Neil might have really lost control because of trying to involve himself in the forbidden field of resurrection—
Although Klein hadn't spent much time with Old Neil, Old Neil was, after all, his guide in The World of mysticism, his first teacher.
What's more, when he was in Backlund, Klein and Dunn would sometimes talk about Old Neil's current situation during their daily chats.
The current Old Neil was sitting securely in the church of the diocese doing work that didn't involve the Beyonder world, but at the same time, he was being closely monitored.
This was all because of the evil god named "Hidden Sage"!
Moreover, he himself had almost died because of evil god worship. No, the former "Klein Moretti" had died because of evil god worship—
Klein came back to his senses and said to Lumianna in a low voice: "There are many methods of resurrection that have serious flaws. If you find a ritual related to resurrection one day, I can provide you with some help."
Lumianna looked at Gehrman Sparrow, who was described as "acting crazy," with some surprise for a moment, and nodded: "Then thank you very much, but we might not still be acting together by that time."
This time Klein didn't answer, but pressed his hat, turned, and walked into the shadows: "I'm going back first."
Lumianna watched Gehrman's figure get smaller and smaller, and after it disappeared completely, she couldn't help but "Heh": "This is indeed different from what I imagined—"
Compared with the Gehrman Sparrow described in the books, the one in front of her was indeed more like a vivid person.
Klein returned to the room with a blank expression. After a long while, his expression relaxed, and he sighed slightly: "Another victim involved in an incident related to an evil god—"
Compared to Klein's former world, this world was indeed a bit too cruel to ordinary people.
He guessed that Lumianna should have hidden some important information in the story she told, but no one would reveal their bottom line the first time they met someone.
—
However, soon Klein regained his spirit, took out a few not-too-valuable mysticism Materials from his suitcase, and set up a Wall of Spirituality.
Now, he was ready to perform a ritual he had planned for a long time:
Summoning his own messenger.
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#227Chapter 226 The Messenger
Chapter 226: Messenger
Whether it was the copper whistle obtained from Azik or the summoning incantation received from Nimrod, Klein felt the convenience of having a messenger exclusively for himself.
On the vast ocean, all methods of communication in this era were a bit too slow; whether it was letters or telegrams, they required a significant amount of time to be transmitted, but—the messenger was different.
By traveling through the Spirit World, a messenger could save a lot of time, delivering the information he needed to him in the shortest possible time.
Why did many mid-Sequence Beyonders need to develop their own informants and forces?
In this world where knowledge was equivalent to power, the speed of information transmission could truly be of tremendous help during the process of hunting Beyonders.
A Sequence 5 Beyonder was powerful enough even when fighting alone, but they were far less terrifying than those of the same level who possessed their own forces and channels.
After confirming matters related to summoning a messenger with Ms. Daly, Klein had also cautiously posed questions to Azik Eggers. After receiving a reply from Mr. Azik, an expert in the death Domain, he had been preparing the Beyonder Materials capable of summoning a messenger before setting sail.
Before this, when Azik heard that Klein had personally killed Ince Zangwill, who had disturbed his child's eternal rest, his eyes had held both relief and gratification. He looked as if he had resolved a heavy burden and had begun to continue on his journey to find his past.
Soon, as an expert in ritual magic, Klein did not spend much time setting up the ritual before him, quickly recalling the incantation for summoning a messenger in his mind.
The essence of the messenger summoning ritual was to communicate with Spirit World creatures and finally complete a contract with the selected Spirit World creature.
When summoning Spirit World creatures, the first sentence must contain descriptions such as "wandering in the void" or "traveling in the Upper Realm," because only then could it point to the Spirit World. The suffix must clearly specify whether one is summoning a spirit body or a creature with certain flesh and blood.
Klein analyzed it; the first sentence of Nimrod's messenger's description was "a Traveler roaming the Upper Realm," which undoubtedly fit the description of the incantation for summoning a messenger.
However, after gaining a deeper understanding of knowledge regarding messengers, Klein developed some guesses about this description.
Combining it with the terrifying sense of oppression from Nimrod's messenger, it was very likely that this messenger was a—incomplete—Angel of the Door Pathway!
Klein knew that the Sequence 2 of the Door Pathway was named "Planeswalker," and among the many Pathways, only this one fit the description of a "Traveler."
Of course, this was a result obtained by synthesizing other factors. Although a "Traveler" also fit the description of a "Traveler," a Sequence 5 clearly could not possess divinity capable of directly causing a Marionettist to approach the brink of losing control.
The second and third sentences were more precise descriptions of the target, but due to format limitations, it was impossible to use more language to define them. Therefore, what would eventually be summoned was difficult for the ritual performer to predict or divine in advance.
Klein muttered a sentence and slowly began the messenger summoning ritual, speaking the incantation he had long prepared: "I!"
"I summon in my name:"
"A spirit wandering in the void, a friendly creature that can be driven, an unimaginably fast being."
The messenger he envisioned should possess sufficient speed; this way, firstly, it could complete the task of delivering letters in a short time, and secondly, if it encountered enemies, it would have time to escape.
After all, there was no lack of malicious guys in the Spirit World. Once the messenger was killed by other Spirit World creatures, his letters would also have a high probability of being lost.
In the room next door, Nimrod opened his eyes, his gaze peering through the Spirit World with great interest, looking towards where Klein was.
"Klein has started summoning a messenger?"
He whispered, sitting in place, and the scenery around him changed rapidly:
The colors around him seemed to become sticky at the same time, melting into a sea that looked like it was painted with pigments. Vivid colors emerged all around, and seven beams of pure light streaked across from above.
In the distance, there seemed to be a deep, profound figure standing there, driving away the Spirit World creatures that had caught the scent of the "Dominator" of the Spirit World.
Nimrod suppressed the urge to impulsively Seal the Spirit World and cause Klein's messenger summoning ritual to fail, simply masking his own aura and looking towards Klein's location.
However, the next moment, he saw a blurred figure galloping from the distance at a lightning-fast speed. Even Reinette, who was in the middle of driving away Spirit World creatures, did not react in time as it slammed directly into the real world.
Klein's face was 30% confused and 70% dumbfounded. He blinked, unable to find the guy from just a moment ago.
"This speed is too fast—"
After confirming that such a description had no effect, Klein slowly exhaled and couldn't help but laugh.
After ending the summoning, he pondered for a moment and spoke again: "I! I summon in my name:"
"A spirit wandering in the void, a friendly creature that can be driven, a weak being easily overlooked."
The corners of Nimrod's mouth twitched because he had just felt a hint of being summoned.
—
"Because I have masked my aura now, and I also exist in the Spirit World, so I can barely be considered to fit the description?"
"Speaking of which, a weak being easily overlooked—could it be a spirit body of the Spectator Pathway? Cough, does Anthony Reid also fit this description?"
Hearing Klein's description, he inexplicably thought of the Sequence 7 cadre he had recruited in the Circle of Inevitability World.
Please do not ask who Anthony Reid is.
"Did I overlook something?"
Klein's eyebrows furrowed, and he made another attempt.
This time, he tried "a Beyonder with extremely strong survival capabilities." However, this Spirit World creature's speed was truly too slow, so he had to give up.
After experiencing three consecutive failures, Klein now had a somewhat self-abandoning thought. He was silent for a few seconds and changed his line of thinking: "I summon in my name—"
"A spirit wandering in the void, a friendly creature that can be driven, a unique being willing to become my messenger."
—
This time, the flames reacted quickly.
Almost at the same time, Nimrod sensed the disturbance in the Spirit World. He looked into the distance and saw Reinette Tinekerr respond to the ritual, incidentally driving away other "competitors." With a slightly strange expression, he muttered to himself: "I didn't expect that she actually drove away other Spirit World creatures who wanted to apply for the messenger position—"
Seeing that the ritual Klein prepared was about to end, he shook his head. The colors around him returned to normal in a few brief seconds, and the Sun-drenched room appeared in Nimrod's eyes once again.
On the other side, Reinette, who had completed the messenger contract with Klein, originally wanted to leave this area directly, but She suddenly sensed some familiar auras.
She did not hesitate but used Her gaze to scan the entire ship from bottom to top, different rays of light reflecting in Her four pairs of eyes.
One was Gehrman Sparrow, who had completed the signing of the messenger contract and carried a special aura on his body.
One was a figure who had a strong "Spirit World Dominator" mark somewhere on his body, the entire person presenting a silver-black luster interwoven with blood color.
—
One was a figure who seemed to have perfectly merged into the Spirit World; in the perception of Spirit World creatures, his sense of presence was rapidly approaching that of an ordinary person, and the bright yellow color in his eyes was rapidly fading.
While casting Her gaze on the last figure, Reinette saw that this figure, as if having sensed something, turned his head towards Her location. The Spirit World around Him seemed to solidify at the same time; the Spirit World, which could normally be entered and exited, now seemed to have turned into a cage.
Sealing the Spirit World—this was something that only Angels and even deities of certain special Pathways could do!
"How did you notice me?"
Nimrod's figure stood up and walked into the Spirit World almost without any obstruction, asking with a hint of curiosity in his tone.
The heads held in Reinette's hands all turned their four pairs of eyes towards Nimrod in unison: "I—"
"Saw on you—"
"The dissipating—"
"Special—"
So, was it the action of me entering the Spirit World that exposed the specialness on me to the eyes of high-Sequence individuals?
After hearing Reinette's words, Nimrod gently stroked his chin, the bright yellow in his eyes becoming even more intense.
But in Reinette's eyes, apart from this piercing bright yellow in his eyes, the specialness on him was rapidly fading.
She was silent for a moment and asked again: "Are you—"
"What—"
"Person?"
Reinette's last head opened its mouth, and finally, it shrank back with some grievance.
She felt that the face of the person in front of Her was somewhat familiar, but She couldn't remember where She had seen it for a moment.
"Just an insignificant adventurer."
Nimrod smiled mysteriously: "Please help me keep it a secret for now—I have many enemies, and I don't wish for others to discover my whereabouts."
Reinette's heads nodded, indicating that She would not leak Nimrod's affairs.
Her current state was also very poor. After being killed by Suah, Her state was similar to "Red Angel" Sauron-Einhorn-Medici, who also survived in the state of an evil spirit.
Now, Reinette's most urgent need was to restore Her own state, and She was not curious about the secrets of certain high-ranking existences. The reason He came to Klein's side was because He had sensed certain traces of fate existing on Klein, so He came to try His luck.
But the fate on this mysterious demigod in front of Her was difficult to pry into. Reinette was certainly unwilling to provoke such an existence suspected to be someone's Clone.
However, upon feeling that the Spirit World around Her was still as sticky as amber, and that She was finding it difficult to leave, Reinette used Her gaze to express an inquiry to Nimrod.
Nimrod deliberately waited for a moment, made a thoughtful gesture, and then said to Reinette: "Do you know Sharon? You give me a feeling that looks very similar to her."
Hearing this, Reinette turned Her body, four heads looking towards Nimrod together: "Do you—"
"Know—"
"Sharon—"
"—?"
This time, the last head finally snatched the opportunity to speak and finally showed a hint of a satisfied expression.
"Yes."
Nimrod said nonchalantly: "She and Maric had previously sought my help, and my companions and I rescued her from the hands of a'Silent Apostle.' To tell the truth, facing a Sequence 3 for tens of thousands of gold pounds is not a suitable deal, but fortunately, we have similar goals to Sharon."
He paused and said to Reinette: "For example—the 'Indulgence Faction' and the Mother Tree of Desire."
While saying this, Nimrod had already prepared to quickly exit the Spirit World.
Several gazes seemed to have swept over from the distance upon hearing this name, but in the end, they found nothing.
Nimrod admitted that doing this was somewhat risky. "Sealing the Spirit World" could indeed block the gazes of high-ranking existences, which gave Nimrod a bit more certainty about the things he had prepared for later.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he did not continue. He simply placed his palm on his chest and bowed with a gentleman's etiquette: "I hope there will be opportunities for cooperation in the future. No matter what forces are controlled by deities outside of this world, it is not a good thing for this world. If we can disrupt their schemes before the apocalypse—"
"Then that will be a good thing for both me and the 'Temperance Faction'."
Having said that, Nimrod shrugged his shoulders and disappeared in front of Reinette along with the surrounding Spirit World Seal.
Reinette's figure remained in place for a moment. After a while, Her heads turned in unison and floated away in another direction.
The Sun set, and the entire deck was gradually sinking into Darkness. Only the sea surface, with its constantly churning waves, rippled with shattered golden hues.
The six of them sat at a table by the sea. The gradually cooling sea breeze blew in from outside the window, carrying a hint of freshness but also quietly carrying a bit of chill.
Compared to noon, it might be because they already knew the companions beside them, or perhaps it was because the waiting time on the sea was quite boring; the few people at the dining table were obviously more familiar with each other, chatting one sentence after another after the meal.
"Speaking of which, I originally thought we would encounter a Beyonder incident on the first day of our voyage."
The sky gradually darkened, and there were fewer people around. Most passengers had returned to their rooms to prepare for rest.
Emlyn glanced to his side and saw no other passengers, so he spoke in a low voice to the people in front of him.
However, after hearing Emlyn's words, Nimrod leaned back in his chair and shook his finger:
—
"Who said there were no Beyonder incidents?"
Emlyn's expression froze, and he immediately became nervous: "When?"
Could it be that only this demigod discovered the Beyonder incident?
Looking at the bewildered and seemingly facing-a-great-enemy Emlyn, and the team members who were all looking at him, Nimrod coughed: "Just now, I discovered some traces of corrosion on the ship's railing. A fish-man wanted to climb onto the ship and attack the passengers."
Chapter 227 Merman
It might sound ridiculous, but Nimrod was genuinely looking forward to the taste of Merman.
He still remembered that before his Transmigration, the first step he took in learning about "Lord of the Mysteries" was seeing a delicious description of "Merman meat" somewhere, which had intrigued him quite a bit back then.
And after arriving in this world and stabilizing things a little, Nimrod felt it was better to just put Merman on his must-eat list.
Hearing Nimrod's words, Emlyn White's originally tense expression gradually relaxed.
As a Sanguine, he still knew some basic information about Beyonder creatures: "Merman? I once heard the elders in my family say that this Beyonder creature is the main ingredient for a certain Sequence 9 formula, which is why it has almost completely gone extinct in modern times."
This probably had some connection to the "Sailor" Pathway.
Uh, no trade, no killing—such a phrase surfaced in Klein's mind, but wanting to maintain the cold and grim image of Gehrman Sparrow, he could only sit calmly to the side, drinking light beer, while suppressing the thoughts that popped up in his head.
"Mm, that's correct."
Nimrod answered Emlyn's question: "Merman is indeed the main ingredient for a Sequence 9 of a certain Pathway, and it poses no threat to us. So, if you are feeling bored, would you like to do some after-dinner exercise that is beneficial to physical and mental health tonight?"
Audrey, sitting at the table, blinked.
After stepping onto the ship, she had spent some time adapting to a life without servants.
And now, after hearing Nimrod's words, Audrey slightly gathered her thoughts before speaking: "Mr. Nimrod, are you planning to hunt that Merman?"
When she heard Nimrod mention that "a Merman climbed onto the ship's railing to attack passengers," Audrey had already guessed Nimrod's intention:
Hunting an incomplete Sequence 9 Beyonder creature was indeed an "after-dinner exercise" for them.
"Yes," Nimrod replied, speaking in a casual tone.
Klein's heart stirred, feeling this was a good opportunity to act as Gehrman Sparrow.
He didn't say a word, only stealthily taking out the revolver he carried with him from his coat, flicking out the cylinder, and checking the bullets loaded inside.
As a former "Magician" and current "Faceless", Klein could, if he wanted to, use "Magic" techniques to prevent others from seeing him draw his gun.
Of course, as Gehrman's current teammates, others could naturally see his actions, which was also necessary for the roleplay.
Seeing the scene of Gehrman calmly checking his revolver, Lumianna couldn't help but whistle and smile lightly: "Of course I'm coming."
For a Hunter, such a hunt was indeed a small trick.
Seeing that the others seemed quite interested, Sharon and Audrey also nodded slightly, expressing no objection.
Emlyn muttered something softly and said in a low voice: "I wonder if the blood of Beyonder creatures can be consumed—"
Hearing Emlyn's words, Klein looked at Emlyn calmly, then reminded him in a cold tone: "It's best not to."
"The blood of some Pathways can serve as auxiliary Materials for the potions of that Pathway, which will cause some damage to your health."
Gehrman's words sounded somewhat unfeeling, but Emlyn quickly understood the meaning contained within Gehrman's words.
After all, the Sanguine were, in a strict sense, a type of Beyonder creature and retained the unique customs of being a Beyonder creature.
For example, adult Sanguine would regularly consume a sufficient amount of blood.
Although some Sanguine did not know the two laws related to Beyonders, this behavior allowed them to "act" as Vampires unknowingly, reducing the tendency to lose control.
But at the same time, the Sanguine were also affected by potions and would often fall into a state of craving blood.
This was actually easy to understand; after all, in essence, the Sanguine were just "Beyonders" born with Beyonder characteristics, and long-term failure to perform actions consistent with their Sequence would naturally lead them to gradually slide towards the edge of losing control.
And consuming the blood of other Beyonder creatures was not a beneficial thing for the Sanguine.
"I understand," Emlyn said, feeling a bit dejected: "Then it seems I still have to find a way—sigh, why didn't I store some blood in advance?"
Before this, Emlyn would collect a certain amount of blood from patients as payment during his medical practice to satisfy his daily needs.
But now that he was on the ship, his original method had naturally become ineffective.
Listening to Emlyn's lament, Nimrod pondered for a moment and gave a practical suggestion: "In about two days, the White Agate will dock at the island's port. When that time comes, you can try to find local residents to buy some blood. You were once an Apothecary, so you should have brought medical tools with you, right?"
When deceiving Emlyn, Nimrod had invited Emlyn to board the ship under the guise of being a doctor.
The reason Nimrod said this was because when that unlucky Vampire Emlyn was lost while holding the "master key", it was because he had fallen into a state of craving blood that he attacked Father Utravsky.
If he kept relying on his willpower to resist, the longer it took, the greater the probability that Emlyn's Sanguine instinct to crave blood would reawaken.
However, after hearing Nimrod's words, Audrey still instinctively felt a bit of resistance.
Nimrod saw the subtle emotion flash in Audrey's eyes and said to her: "Ms. Asmode, such a thing is not a bad thing for those poor people, especially the poor in the colonies."
Watching everyone's gaze turn towards him, Nimrod said in a calm tone: "For the residents of the Rorsted Archipelago, many of them live even worse than the people in Backlund's East Borough. For them, selling their bodies is a very normal thing."
"If Mr. Emlyn calculates the dosage strictly and provides corresponding money and medicines to treat their bodies, then for those in need, it is a rather lucrative deal."
"I must emphasize one point: our purposes for coming to the sea are different, but our principles are the same."
Nimrod said seriously to the five people around him: "We are just adventurers, and adventurers who strictly require things of themselves. I trust everyone's morals, otherwise I wouldn't have invited you to participate in this adventure—"
"We are not pirates, so I don't want things that break moral bottom lines to happen among us."
"Of course!" Emlyn nodded quickly: "Actually, I was already planning to look for some patients who need treatment when we reach the port, and I would only take a portion of blood after their illnesses have been properly treated."
"Of course, I understand your thoughts. After all, in many legends, Vampires are man-eating Monsters, but we Sanguine also despise those Monsters that lack intelligence and only know how to kill—some of those Vampires are even murderers who killed our kind and used our blood essence to concoct potions."
Speaking of this, Emlyn even waved his fist, looking quite agitated.
Listening to the two, Audrey nodded gently and said thoughtfully: "I understand—"
"I also agree with your words."
Sharon, who was sitting quietly to the side, seemed to recall something and also spoke up: "On the premise of restraining desires, we also need to release them at certain times."
First restrain desires, then release—Lumianna cast her gaze towards Sharon, who was sitting as upright as a doll, and a conjecture inexplicably surfaced in her heart:
This philosophy is very similar to the Temperance Faction within the Rose School of Thought!
Is she a member of the Temperance Faction in this world?
Mm, the Sequence also fits—
Emlyn White didn't think so much; he just felt that the words spoken by this lady, who quite matched his aesthetic, had reminded him, and he put away the "Sanguine arrogance" he had maintained before, nodding to Sharon: "I understand, thank you for the reminder."
It's a pity she's a living person, not a doll—such a thought flashed suddenly in Emlyn's mind.
"Alright, then we will in about—"
Complex characters appeared in Nimrod's eyes, and then a radiance mixed with mercury and silver-black appeared: "Gather on the deck in two hours."
Under the crimson moonlight, Nimrod stood on the balcony of his room, feeling the state of the "Mendicant Monk" and "Robot" potions within his body.
Thanks to the Clone's efforts and sweat, these two sequence 8 potions had been digested for the most part; now only the slow, meticulous work remained—and the urgent priority was to find the next potions.
Nimrod only knew that the next Sequence name for "Robot" was "Lucky One", but he knew nothing about the detailed formula and the source of the potion.
However, Nimrod did have a relatively simple and easy-to-understand method:
Find a random "Lucky One" or a higher-Sequence "Fate" Pathway Beyonder, then slaughter them and swallow the characteristic raw.
This might be called ancient-method advancement; after all, the object this method imitated was the many ancient gods of the Second Epoch.
As for the target—Nimrod did know one, and that was "Winner" Enzo who had joined the Rose School of Thought.
This person, not to mention small evils, could be considered heinous, making him the most suitable hunting target.
However, this person who defected from the Life School of Thought should still be in the Southern Continent now, making him not easy to find.
Therefore, Nimrod prepared to extract the "Contractee" boon directly from Lumianna after his own potions were digested and Lumianna had also finished digesting the "Witch" potion, prioritizing advancement to Sequence 7 of the "Fate" Pathway.
After the "Fool" Divine Descent in the last Circle of Inevitability World, the Amon within Lumianna had been more properly sealed, and it would still take a very long time to finish gnawing on Termiboros.
But the earlier he extracted the boon, the greater Nimrod's confidence would be.
He now had a premonition that once he extracted the Fate boon to a certain extent, he might have to directly contend with Amon for the power of Fate.
However, before that, he still had to go hunt a lone Sequence 3 Amon—Nimrod thought, his mind drifting to another direction:
The characteristic he used to advance to "Parasite" was obtained from Flora, but—the "Error" Pathway characteristics after sequence 4 seemed to only be obtainable from Amon.
Even the other high-Sequence "Error" Pathway Beyonders had been killed off by Amon; Nimrod didn't believe Amon would leave Sequence 3 potion main ingredients outside, and the creatures serving as the main ingredients for the potions had also likely been eaten by Amon.
After all, this was a long process—Nimrod sighed in his heart, turned around, and walked onto the deck in a grand manner.
During the process of Nimrod walking to the deck, the Sailors responsible for patrolling acted as if they hadn't noticed Nimrod at all, walking along the directions they were originally responsible for.
When passing by the shadows to the side, Nimrod deliberately glanced at Captain Elland, who was carefully hiding himself in the Darkness, and kindly did not go to remind this captain, only disguising himself as an "ordinary" adventurer to prevent this captain from being overly shocked after knowing the Beyonder Sequences of himself and the others.
On the deck, the sea breeze had become quite cold.
Gehrman Sparrow, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a thick windbreaker, stood by the ship's railing, waiting for the others to arrive.
Beside Gehrman, Audrey and Lumianna were both wearing coats capable of resisting the cold wind.
Audrey stood a little further away, quietly observing the actions of Gehrman and Lumianna, detaching herself from the stance of a "participant" and quietly watching everything happening before her as a "Spectator".
And Lumianna was holding a short knife emitting a silver-black luster, seemingly squinting her eyes, observing the flow of the silver-black light on it.
From another direction, Emlyn walked over; it was very obvious that his teeth were chattering.
He had originally wanted to show off his Sanguine nobility and was only wearing a thin garment, but he was quickly taught a lesson by the maritime climate.
Although his Physique allowed him to be active on cold nights—but, it was uncomfortable to be cold!
Hearing Emlyn's footsteps, Nimrod also walked over along the deck and consoled him: "The weather at sea is like this; the temperature difference between night and day is very large."
Emlyn's teeth were chattering a bit, and it was unclear if it was the Sanguine's pale skin color or if he was frozen to a bluish-white: "Aren't you cold?"
Emlyn's gaze landed on Nimrod—Nimrod's attire at this time was similar to the daytime, a formal outfit of a white shirt paired with a black vest.
He smiled, his tone slightly humorous: "This is a demigod."
A demigod would still be afraid of the cold?
It seems they really aren't—Emlyn's gaze was a bit dazed, slowly looking at Sharon standing to the side.
Sharon seemed to notice Emlyn's gaze, her body becoming slightly transparent under the illumination of the crimson moonlight, while her gaze remained calm.
A "Wraith" naturally would not fear the cold.
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#229Chapter 228 Hunting
Chapter 228: Hunting
Emlyn was very happy.
Although Nimrod was not a Spectator, he felt that since Emlyn was smiling, he must be genuinely happy.
It couldn't possibly be because he was cold.
He took two steps toward the ship's railing and called out in a normal tone, "Friends over there, do you also want to participate in this hunt?"
As Nimrod's voice carried into the distance, several footsteps sounded from that direction. From the shadows of the cabin, a man with a weather-beaten face emerged and nodded slightly toward Gehrman Sparrow, who was standing by the railing.
Klein recognized the man nodding at him. It was Crevis, a former adventurer he had seen on the deck earlier, now working as hired security to protect his employers.
Why are they here? Is it because they also discovered traces of the fish-man?
Klein's heart stirred. While maintaining the cold and sharp demeanor characteristic of the Gehrman Sparrow identity, he took the initiative to ask, "Friend, are you also preparing to hunt this fish-man?"
Upon hearing the words of the "Gehrman" before him, Crevis's face remained expressionless: "We borrowed two rifles from the Sailors and spent a significant amount of money to get their promise not to disturb this area for twenty minutes."
His words clearly expressed his desire to participate in this hunt, while Klein, disguised as Gehrman, used his gaze to convey an inquiry toward Nimrod.
Seeing the direction Gehrman's gaze was directed, Crevis naturally understood who the "person in charge" here was, and thus also turned his gaze there.
Nimrod nodded slightly: "How about we split the spoils of this hunt equally? We have already prepared a method to lure that fish-man, so you won't need to expend any extra effort. When the time comes, you just need to assist my companion in killing the fish-man."
"Of course, although you have also paid the cost of money, it is highly likely that you won't need to take action."
"After all, we are barely considered professionals. Under the circumstances where you didn't do any extra work, this distribution of spoils is very fair."
Crevis did not hesitate and replied, "That's acceptable."
Nimrod cast his gaze into the Darkness behind Crevis and raised his chin: "Who are they?"
Crevis looked behind him. Three figures, one large and two small, were crouching in the shadows, looking as if they were listening to the conversation with great interest. He turned his face and continued expressionlessly: "Cecil wasn't careful enough and woke up Donna and Denton, so I had no choice but to let them follow."
After saying this, he also looked at the three ladies behind Nimrod.
Among these three ladies, only the one with her black hair tied up made Crevis feel a sense of "professional" aura; the other two looked more like employers.
Nimrod did not mean to explain, just smiled lightly: "Then it seems tonight should be quite lively."
After saying that, he turned his head and said to Lumianna, "Begin."
Hearing Nimrod's words, Lumianna immediately understood. She used the "fallen mercury" to carefully scrape some mucus from the corrosion marks on the railing, controlling the silvery-black luster on the "fallen mercury" to begin flowing.
Theoretically, "fallen mercury" requires the target's flesh and blood to control their Fate, but from a mystical perspective, the mucus secreted by the fish-man also possesses a connection to the fish-man.
Coupled with the Witch's proficiency in curses, Lumianna was attempting to use this mucus to "curse" the fish-man and fix its Fate.
Soon, a silvery-black ring-shaped river appeared before Lumianna's eyes. She extended the tip of the blade and gently hooked one of the tributaries, causing this tributary to gradually grow larger and eventually replace the original trajectory of Fate.
This was the power of a "Fate Appropriator"!
While Lumianna was busy by the railing, the others around her also professionally surrounded the area to prevent any fish-man wandering nearby from suddenly jumping out and attacking others.
Although they hadn't trained in coordination, everyone had experience dealing with Beyonder incidents—including Audrey, who was traveling alone for the first time, and the Sanguine Emlyn, who had always stayed at home.
The former had also experienced Beyonder incidents, while the latter had frequent opportunities to interact with other Beyonders in daily life and had systematically learned methods to combat Beyonders.
After all, according to official classifications, the Sanguine belonged to "Beyonder creatures" and were targets that could be legally hunted.
"Uncle, what is that big sister doing?"
Donna, the daughter of Crevis's employer, asked Gehrman Sparrow, who was closest to them, with curiosity.
Her face was covered in playful and cute freckles, and she had absolutely no fear of the Beyonder world.
Klein did not answer, only held a finger to his lips, signaling her to remain quiet. At the same time, Klein felt somewhat melancholic:
Why was his companion Lumianna Lee called "big sister," while he was called "uncle"?
Moreover, judging by the ages of his companions, this title might soon become exclusive to him and Nimrod——
Just then, Crevis's ears twitched, and he said in a voice only he and his companion Cecil could hear: "It's here."
Although Crevis didn't understand what Lumianna was doing just now, he heard some discordant splashing sounds coming from the water.
Crevis had originally been somewhat disappointed because he hadn't seen the others making preparations, and he had been ready to aim and throw out bait. But after hearing the splashing sounds likely caused by the fish-man in such a short time, Crevis's expression became more serious.
At that moment, a muffled scratching sound quickly came from the bottom of the ship, and with a heavy thud, a figure jumped onto the deck with a "bang."
This figure was a Monster bathed in crimson moonlight, covered entirely in dark green scales, and between every scale flowed greenish mucus.
It stood over 1.9 meters tall, looking more like a fish that had grown strong limbs than a human. It gazed greedily at the crowd, locking its eyes on Lumianna, who was closest to the railing.
In legends, the fish-man's favorite food is human internal organs. For such a Beyonder creature, compared to strong men, the internal organs of women and children are both tender and easier to obtain. The not-very-intelligent fish-man naturally targeted the young girl closest to it.
It was a pity, however, that the fish-man before them clearly lacked sufficient judgment. The moment it pounced, Lumianna lowered her body, then her palm, like a blade, thrust fiercely forward:
This was the Assassin's "Full-Strength Strike"!
With this blow, the fish-man's chest was directly pierced by Lumianna's arm. She withdrew her right palm, which had some skin corroded by the mucus, and just as she was about to continue the attack, the corner of her eye caught Gehrman Sparrow unhurriedly drawing his revolver.
Lumianna's heart stirred, and several thoughts emerged in her mind:
The Godfather's purpose in gathering so many people for a "group action" was easy to guess; he wanted to temper this six-person adventure group into a real squad——
A team is not about fighting alone. If Lumianna did everything herself, how would the team be tempered?
Thinking of this, Lumianna let go and agilely jumped backward, dodging the fish-man's attack in its enraged state.
A faint light flashed in Nimrod's eyes, and the fish-man's movements slowed down slightly.
Audrey and the other two on the side were somewhat hesitant—after all, their abilities either caused too much disturbance or were auxiliary Beyonder abilities.
If no one were watching, they naturally wouldn't need to worry about exposing their abilities, but there were four pairs of eyes watching from not far away!
Is she trying to give me a chance to perform? Not bad, she has good team spirit——
Klein noticed Lumianna's deliberately restrained movements. While aiming his pistol at the fish-man's head, he pulled the trigger, and a thought couldn't help but emerge in his mind:
Our process of beating up this fish-man seems to be "smurfing" in the true sense of the word——
This is a battle with a sequence 4 leading a bunch of mid-Sequence Beyonders, luckily defeating a half-step Sequence 9 powerhouse!
As a gunshot rang out, the bullet engraved with gilded patterns reflected an eerie luster under the crimson moonlight. It spun as it drilled into the fish-man's skull, and the attached "Demon Hunter" effect penetrated the Beyonder creature's scales, piercing through the fish-man's brain.
"Demon Hunter bullet——" Crevis, who was on the side, had just wanted to help the others finish it off, but before he could react, the fish-man lay on the ground in such a frustrated manner. He muttered to himself, and his gaze toward the group changed slightly.
Although after seeing Gehrman Sparrow and greeting him, letting this adventurer know not to harbor any thoughts about his employers, Crevis had judged from the cabin they occupied that they were not short of money and were not traditional sea adventurers, he hadn't expected that he would be willing to use expensive Demon Hunter bullets.
At least only one shot was fired, so the loss wasn't too great. If it hadn't worked, could the spoils from a few shots really earn back the cost of the bullets?
Thinking of the golden luster that had appeared before his eyes just now, Crevis couldn't help but have such thoughts, associating it with the color of gold pounds.
One must know that such a fish-man could normally be sold for about 150 to 180 pounds, but the price of a single Demon Hunter bullet was equal to a tenth of that, or even more!
Of course, what Crevis knew were the Demon Hunter bullets sold by certain Beyonders through secret channels, which were much higher than the cost price of Demon Hunter bullets.
Nimrod walked forward and felt around the fish-man's body, confirming whether the fish-man was completely dead. Emlyn, on the side, walked up quickly and said to Lumianna with an awkward tone: "You're injured?"
Lumianna glanced at her skin, which had been burned by the acidic mucus and looked somewhat terrifying, and generously showed it to Emlyn: "It is a bit, but it's not serious——"
To Lumianna, this didn't even count as a minor injury.
"Not serious?" Emlyn's eyebrows twitched. He quickly took a bottle of potion from his bosom, unscrewed the cap, and poured it onto Lumianna's wound.
Lumianna hissed, and although she wanted to subconsciously pull her hand back, she forcibly suppressed the thought—she knew this was Emlyn fulfilling his duty as a doctor.
"Large-scale skin damage might just be simple pain at first, but after a few days, it could potentially cause many complications. Don't think that just because you are a Beyonder, you shouldn't take this seriously. Diseases can also make Beyonders suffer, or even take their lives."
Emlyn explained quickly, with a hint of arrogance in his tone: "Of course, this is just a very insignificant potion, but it's enough to treat this kind of minor injury that could cause infection."
But my physical state will return to normal after six o'clock tomorrow morning—— Lumianna looked at the white foam bubbling up on her palm and the accompanying pain, feeling somewhat dumbfounded and not knowing what to say.
But Emlyn White didn't know her secret!
Reasonably and emotionally, she felt she shouldn't refuse this kindness.
"I'll help you bandage it later. I brought some medicine and bandages." Looking at the condition of Lumianna's wound, Emlyn felt relieved, and then muttered: "But it looks like some supplements will be needed later——"
A little further away, what Emlyn said reached Klein's ears. His lips pursed slightly, and he looked quite serious.
But at that moment, Nimrod's voice came to Klein's ear: "Hold it in, don't laugh out loud. I know what you're thinking."
"I'll try my best——" Klein said to Nimrod in a whisper using ventriloquism: "But Emlyn White really gives me a sense of being a 2D anime protagonist——if he were female, the "tsundere" attribute would be off the charts."
"That's how they are in 2D. Emlyn's hobby is collecting dolls; it's a good thing Roselle didn't bring anime to this world too." Nimrod said casually, his fingers moving, and he tossed a twisted and deformed bullet to Klein: "Your Demon Hunter bullets were issued by the Church, so try not to leave any traces for others."
Taking the bullet, Klein nodded thoughtfully: "Alright, I will pay attention in the future."
After finishing these few words, Nimrod turned his head and said aloud to Crevis and the others in the distance: "I have checked; this fish-man is completely dead—it's time to inspect the spoils."
Hearing Nimrod's voice, Crevis also signaled Cecil to bring the two employers' children over slowly, but his tone was somewhat complicated for a moment: "I didn't expect the hunt to be so simple——really."
This was Crevis's heartfelt thought. Since when did hunting sea Monsters become such a brute-force affair?
"That's not important, friend. Being able to succeed is a good hunting method." Nimrod smiled and looked in another direction: "Captain, am I right?"
At the end of Nimrod's gaze, a middle-aged man wearing a thick dark red coat and loose white trousers walked out, carrying a gun.
Chapter 229: Late Night Barbecue
"Your skills are quite good. Please forgive me for watching from the side—as the captain, I must ensure the safety of the ship."
Elran's face was covered in wrinkles. He walked toward Nimrod with a faint smile, extending his hand in a very friendly manner.
Nimrod shook off the blood and mucus on his hands casually, using some magical Beyonder powers to make his palms clean again before shaking hands with Elran: "The captain is the law on the ship. Of course, I have no objections—I am just an ordinary passenger. If I am not mistaken, you should be 'Just' Elran?"
Upon hearing the word "law," Elran narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering what was on his mind.
However, he quickly heard the title Nimrod used, so he smiled quite happily—at least on the surface: "It seems I am quite famous? Well, I don't have the intention of forcibly taking your loot, but I have a better plan."
"The next replenishment of water and food is in two days. You still have to figure out how to preserve the merman's corpse. So, you might as well sell it to me. Since you've already recognized me, I will offer a fair price."
"150—160 pounds. I heard the distribution method between you, and I can't make things difficult for you."
"Fine." Nimrod replied with a smile: "But perhaps we can complete the transaction in another way, Captain. I am a bit curious about the taste of mermen. Can I borrow the ship's chef? The corresponding money can be deducted from my share of the reward."
Elran looked at Nimrod with some surprise, then quickly reacted, saying in a straightforward tone: "You don't look like someone who travels by sea often—haha, there's no need to deduct the reward. How about I treat you to a taste of merman? Believe me, this will be a delicacy you will never forget for the rest of your life."
Speaking of which, Elran turned his gaze toward Donna and her younger brother who had run to the side of the crowd, his gaze softening a bit: "You can try it too. Don't worry, this shouldn't really be called a merman, but a fish monster. It has nothing to do with humans."
The lively appearance of this little girl reminded Elran of his own daughter, making the old captain generous with his kindness.
Watching Elran pick up a knife to start dissecting the merman lying on the ground while calling for the chef, Lumianna stepped forward and said with a smile: "Do you need any help, Captain Elran?"
Elran saw the traces of corrosion on Lumianna's hands from the merman's mucus and said with a smile: "Be careful, don't hurt yourself."
On the deck, the meat under the merman's cheeks was sliced into thin pieces and served to everyone in the form of sashimi.
After helping move the merman, Lumianna cheekily asked Elran for a bottle of beer. At this moment, she was holding the bottle with one hand and chugging it down.
A thick layer of asbestos was laid on the deck. The roaring bonfire constantly sputtered sparks, dispelling the cold of the night at sea.
Around the bonfire, the fat chef skillfully sprinkled various seasonings on the tender white fish meat skewered on iron sticks. The fish meat, roasted until crispy, fully absorbed the aroma of these seasonings, and the dripping grease fell into the flames, emitting an enticing fragrance.
At the round table by the bonfire, everyone sat separately by gender. Elran also considered that there were several ladies present, so he restrained his desire to tell dirty jokes.
"I haven't seen a girl with your drinking capacity in a long time. Seriously, if any man invites you to drink Sonia Blood Wine, he will definitely fall down before you."
Looking at Lumianna, who was drinking beer in a very heroic manner, Elran said with deep emotion, then poured her a large glass of Sonia Blood Wine and took the fish meat handed over by the chef: "It's just a pity that, except for you, others don't seem to want to taste it."
Lumianna smoothly took the glass from Elran's hand and said with a smile: "Actually, I would prefer you to treat me as a man. Would that make my performance feel more normal?"
Klein did not like high-concentration spirits because the feeling of being drunk would remind him of losing control. And Clevis on the side answered solemnly: "Only when returning home is an adventurer allowed to drink."
However, sweet iced tea was different—Elran was very thoughtful. Knowing they didn't intend to drink, he didn't persuade them but served them a portion of sweet iced tea.
Audrey gently lifted the veil covering her face, revealing lips that looked a bit sharper than before. Besides the veil, she had also disguised herself. Even if she met someone familiar, she would not be associated with the noble Young Miss Audrey. The veil was a second layer of insurance.
After swallowing a mouthful of sweet iced tea, she curiously took a bite of the grilled fish meat. The taste, different from the sashimi just tasted, suddenly exploded in her mouth:
First was the enjoyment of the texture brought by the friction between the crispy fish meat and her teeth, and then the taste of the fish meat, which was slightly worse than the sashimi but still delicious, permeated the entire mouth.
The reaction between the grease and the flames made the fish meat crispy and juicy, immersing everyone present in the enjoyment of delicious food. Nimrod drank a sip of Sonia Blood Wine with a smile, savoring the sweet, honey-like texture, and for a moment, he felt a sense of "no regrets in this life."
Perhaps next time I can try other Beyonder creatures—this thought emerged in his mind, and he subconsciously looked at Klein beside him.
He and Klein both saw each other's thoughts from the opposite gaze, and the two had a surprisingly good synchronization rate at this moment.
He saw Sharon sitting quietly out of the corner of his eye. A thin layer of frost condensed where Sharon's palm touched the glass, making the sweet iced tea cold.
"There is also fried fish meat next. There is quite a lot of meat on the fish monster, so you can eat to your heart's content—" Elran smiled and clinked his glass with Nimrod's: "You seem to be companions? I see that the destination on your tickets is the same."
"Yes." Nimrod put down his glass, forked a piece of fish meat roasted with sweet seasoning into his mouth, and said to Elran: "We plan to try our luck at sea later, but before that, we have to go to the Rorsted Archipelago. You know, the sea is full of opportunities, but it will also ruthlessly devour those reckless people."
"Ordinary adventurers wouldn't buy first-class cabins, let alone six at once." Elran said with a smile in his tone, without a hint of probing: "Unlike other adventurers, you don't seem to lack money."
"After all, we have several ladies among us. We can't let our companions sleep in the servant's room, right?"
"Not to mention, as adventurers who are not too short of money, such a performance also helps us meet some wealthy passengers, who are the main clients for posting commissions."
Nimrod shrugged his shoulders: "This one merman is enough to make up for our extra expenses, and if we go to the center of the sea—then such opportunities will be even more."
"That might be very dangerous." Clevis muttered to himself, but then recalled the shock of Lumianna punching the merman, and he, who usually spoke in a calm tone, now had a little envy: "But it is indeed very easy to accumulate money. After working for a few years, you can become a rich man—"
"Perhaps, you can also find the treasure on the sea." Elran replied.
On the plate in front of him, the batter-fried fish meat exuded a golden luster, reflecting the golden-red Sonia Blood Wine in the firelight: "For example, Death's Treasure; for example, the Fountain of Youth; for example, the heritage of the Solomon Empire—"
His smile seemed a bit mysterious, appearing as if he really knew the secrets of these treasures—but at sea, this was the beginning of bragging: "And the'Silent Laurel', it is said that the items on it are worth millions of pounds in total."
It's almost the same as my family's assets—hearing this, such a thought suddenly popped up in Audrey's mind, but she suddenly noticed that Nimrod's expression on the side was a bit subtle, looking as if he was thinking about some impolite things.
Now the White Agate is roughly dragging a "Laurel"—before Audrey discovered her little thoughts, Nimrod withdrew his gaze, smiling and listening to the treasure legends told by Elran in a storytelling tone.
However, Nimrod actually had clues and leads to most of these treasures, but the danger of these places was too great. Even if Nimrod had become a demigod now, he still had no intention of getting involved.
The treasure sounded very beautiful, but no one knew which treasure hid the resurrection backups of gods like Solomon, Trunsoest, Tudor, Salinger, etc., and no one knew which treasure was fished out by Amon.
This night began with hunting and ended with gourmet food.
The light of the crimson moon shone on the deck. The ladies returned to their rooms one after another, and Emlyn, who had been shivering from the cold before, recovered to normal with the help of the bonfire and delicious food, preparing to return to his room to enjoy the rest of the night—