Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 470: "Star Admiral"'s Doubts

No wonder Mr. "Sun" can't trade with gold pounds and other currencies. No wonder his "Silver City" is surrounded by many monsters that I have only seen in books. No wonder he has become a leader here before he has even been promoted to Sequence 7. One of the members..."The Hermit" has various thoughts in his mind.

If he comes from the isolated "Land Abandoned by Gods", then everything will be explained, and Mr. "Fool" has the ability to connect there... No, maybe he woke up there, so he knows "everything" The Final Answer" even includes the diary of Emperor Russell.

Even excluding the precious information of "Silver City", just the information that some creatures in the monster list are still alive can be exchanged in the hands of some people to make up for the benefits of this transaction...

Suppressing her excitement, she looked at the "sun" and said:

"I am willing to exchange the fruit of a glorious spirit bonding tree for this information, but how should we trade?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, she turned to look at "The Fool" and asked respectfully:

"Is it using the methods of 'sacrifice' and 'gift'?"

Zhengyi, who was about to help others, opened his mouth and gently closed it again.

Oh, I'm even more convinced that she is the pirate general... The Hanged Man, who was watching coldly, chuckled secretly, lowered his head to hide his expression when the other party looked at him in confusion, but accidentally saw the Storm Priest robe on his body, with a smile. His face froze.

Could she have discovered my identity? No, the blue-haired "sailor" path is not uncommon. Many adventurers and even pirates at sea believe in the God of Storms. She can't target me with this information alone... Alger regrets a little. If he had known there would be new members today, or would he? A new member whose position is also at sea and whose role is much greater than him comes to the Tarot Club. He will not wear a priest's robe to attend the meeting at the risk of being reported by his subordinates.

A smile appeared on the corner of the Hanged Man's mouth, feeling the pleasure brought by the information gap.

Although Mr. Fool doesn't care about these etiquettes, the Church of Storms is different...

After confirming again that the Hanged Man knew him, the "Hermit" asked.

If other members know nothing about this, it means that they are either far away from the sea, or the level of the circle is not high, and their own advantages in future transactions will be even greater...

"No, it was Kavitua who died. The 'Poseidon' is still responding to his devout followers and even started to show miracles."

Silently adjusting the direction of his future efforts, he secretly looked at the "hermit" and found that the other party was looking over. There was a trace of exploration in his purple eyes, which made him straighten up immediately and look away.

The "Hermit" just joined the Tarot Club a week late and missed such important news!

In addition, a member of the "Moss Trappist Order" who belonged to the same group as her had recently lost his trace in the "Poseidon" incident and was probably dead. She also wanted to take this opportunity to learn the details.

"The Hermit" asked subconsciously. Although he was surprised in his heart, he did not fully show it.

Usually, he was always the one who provided much-needed materials to everyone, gaining a sense of accomplishment that could not be found within the church. But now, with the entry of a pirate general, he is facing the crisis of being marginalized, and he has no way to stop it, because the opponent's potion sequence, connections and resources are stronger than his own, and his only advantage is probably still Within the Church of Storms, there are information sources that others cannot pry into.

After that, she waited for other people's answers. Unexpectedly, everyone else looked at Mr. Fool quietly without saying a word, especially the Hanged Man, whom she suspected was a Storm believer. His body language showed a kind of indifference. The feeling between relief and elation confused her.

"Kavitua died at the hands of the 'Sea King' of the Church of Storms two weeks ago."

After a moment, the kind-hearted Miss Justice reminded her softly.

But after watching Ms. "The Hermit" actively complete several transactions, selling the eyes of the six-winged gargoyle to the "World" and the sap of the Blood Mist Tree to the "Queen", Alger felt that his position was a bit precarious again.

No matter what, I will go to sea the day after tomorrow. I will go out for a while first. After leaving Bayam, I won’t have to worry about it... He made the decision and felt a lot more relaxed.

She just randomly picked a topic that was popular in the entire pirate circle recently, to cover up what she had just seen, and by the way, she also found out whether other members had good news channels.

"Everyone, have you heard about the recent appearance of 'Poseidon' Kavitua in the Rhoside Islands?"

Is there any difference between these two names... "The Hermit" frowned and thought. As a member of the secret organization "Moss Ascetic Order", she was able to get a glimpse of the secret behind the original belief of "Poseidon" and understand the other party. It is not surprising that it is an extraordinary creature of Sequence 3 at most. It is not surprising that it died in the hands of "Sea King", but why can it continue to respond to believers...

"'Poseidon' was killed by 'Sea King'?"

She knows the "Sea King" Yan Cotman of the Church of Storms. This is the nightmare of every sea adventurer and pirate. He is a Sequence 3 saint, but on the ocean he can perform close to Sequence 2, that is, an angel. In terms of combat power, even if Nast, the King of the Five Seas, is not fully prepared, he will not try to provoke him.

Wait, they all looked at Mr. Fool... And yesterday, due to the influence of hidden knowledge, I was saved by Mr. Fool when I was on the verge of losing control. At that time, there was a scepter in his hand that exuded the breath of storm and sea...

She immediately connected all the doubts together and came to a conclusion that she couldn't even believe. Her eyes widened and she quietly looked in the direction of the Fool.

"The Fool" is now responding to believers on behalf of the dead "Poseidon"?

Was Kavitua's death planned by Him? What is the purpose of accepting believers' faith and performing miracles on behalf of "Poseidon"?

New questions emerged one after another, causing the "hermit"'s brain to start overloading. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, feeling that Mr. Fool behind the gray fog was unfathomable.

It wasn't until the other party tapped the table and announced the end of the Tarot session that she woke up in a deep red light and found that she had returned to the real world and her captain's cabin.

The chaotic information in front of her was instantly transmitted to her eyes. She was told not to come near her room, the sailors who were cleaning the deck in the distance, the marine life under the water around the "Future", and the illusory things swimming around...

He quickly grabbed the frame glasses on the table and put this magical item on the bridge of his nose to block out all the commotion and uneasiness in his sight. The "Hermit" was also the captain of the "Future" and the leader of the "Star Pirates Group". One of the seven pirate generals, "Star Admiral" Cattleya breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the broken astrology device on the table.

"Mr. Fool, the land abandoned by the gods, and the diary of Emperor Russell..."

She murmured, reviewing everything she heard and saw at the tarot meeting in her mind, and looked at the desk in front of her silently, as if there was an unsolved puzzle on it.

After a while, she took the pen and paper, considered it, and wrote down something:

"Recently, some people are deliberately collecting the 'Diary of the Great Emperor'."

She wrote the last few words emphatically and underlined them.

Mr. Fool is not allowed to reveal his name, and Cattleya does not dare to reveal any information about the Tarot Club. However, the act of "collecting diaries" should be a public act for all members. She believes that the other party can get enough information from this act. .

After folding the letter paper, she played a harmonica made of gold. After a moment, the envelope in front of her mysteriously disappeared.

Will she come to see me because of this matter?

Looking at the harmonica in his hand, "Admiral of the Stars" thought blankly, then he smiled bitterly and put it away close to his body.

"I must have gone crazy, huh, it's so stressful to attend a gathering held by a god..."

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“It’s too much pressure on the wallet to attend a gathering convened by a god…”

Looking at his three-masted sailboat docked at the dock, Angel touched his wallet that had become shriveled again, feeling like he was about to cry.

At the Tarot meeting the day before yesterday, she spent a full 1000 pounds to buy 10 drops of precious blood mist tree sap from the new member Ms. "The Hermit". After the meeting, she brought Elaine in disguise and "The Hanged Man" Al Jie met with his "supplier" and ordered a three-masted sailing ship that required forty people to sail it, not including the combatants who operated the 16 cannons and the rotating crew of sailors.

Of course, none of the sailors or artillery have been found. Elaine is recruiting personnel with the help of Dominic, an intelligence dealer whom Angel knows. It will probably take a month to sail this sailing ship worth 2000 pounds out of this private port controlled by the rebels. Finally.

This is all my money... Angel reluctantly moved his eyes away from the sailboat named "Redhead" and looked at another pier with a deeper draft, where a larger but more powerful ship was docked. The three-masted sailing ship was obviously lagging behind the "red-haired girl". There were only a few sailors on board busy, transporting fresh water and food from the dock to the deck, rolling up the sails, and looking like it was about to leave the port.

"Why, do you feel sorry for your money?"

A low, teasing laugh came from beside her, and Klein, who was wearing a half-top hat and gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, came over.

"That's a full 2000 pounds!"

Angel replied angrily, then thought of something and his smile appeared again.

The 3800 pounds Audrey owes her will be repaid this week, which will bring her savings back to more than 8000 pounds. Although 3200 pounds of it will soon belong to Mr. World, it does not prevent her from temporarily using the money. Count it on your own account.

Thinking of the shining gold pound in Audrey's hand, her eyes narrowed happily again.

"Then why are you helping Elaine? Wouldn't it be better to let her go back to Intis? You should know that there is a high probability that this money will be lost."

Lifting the suitcase, Klein followed Angel towards the ancient sailboat, while unceremoniously commenting on her impulsive investment behavior.

Maybe he just wanted to make Tracy feel uncomfortable and miserable, maybe it was Elaine's renewed passion that infected her, and...

"You don't think so highly of her? Maybe she can become a legend on the sea."

She did not answer Klein directly, but looked at the three-masted sailboat they were going to board today. On the observation deck at the bow stood a figure who was not strong but had a strong waist. His dark blue hair was blowing in the sea breeze. Dancing, his deep gaze looked this way.

(End of this chapter)