Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 503: The Admiral’s Purpose?

Thousands of miles away, on an unnamed island southwest of Hakata Port.

Admiral Aemilius Levitt's clothes had long been dried in the hot sun during the day, and were hanging crumpled on his body. He could have used his extraordinary power to make some changes that would benefit his image, but on the island There wasn't a ghost to be seen, so there was no need for it.

His hawk-like eyes kept scanning the nearby coastline, looking for the legendary ghost ship, but found nothing.

On the island for a day and a night, he had visited every inch of the coast. Unless this warship of the Trunsoest Empire could sail on land, he should have discovered something long ago.

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

Kicking away the stone blocking the road, and listening to the soft sound of it falling into the sea below the cliff, Amyrius didn't feel too much disappointed in his heart.

That’s the good thing about not having high hopes – and not being too disappointed.

His emotional management has always been very good.

After taking a look at the nearly full moon that enveloped the earth with its brilliant brilliance, Amyrius sighed softly, turned around and walked towards the beach not far away.

Since the secret operation to find the ghost ship failed, he had to go home tonight, otherwise he would not be able to return to Olavi Island within the agreed time. That crazy adventurer has been an "admiral" for a long time. I wonder if he will Make some messes that you can't clean up.

"Humph."

At the top of the mountain behind him, a black-haired and barefooted figure stood in the air, and his golden eyes glanced at Emilius, who was leaving in despair.

Huh, anyway, as long as his brother Auston is still the governor, his mistress Cynthia doesn't wear a strange hat on him, and the royal family's spy Lu Er'an doesn't see any problems, he can solve other small things.

In the bedroom that became dark and quiet again, Klein stared at the wreckage that was still smoking, but the internal changes and pollution had been purified by the holy light. After a long time, he reached out and picked up a piece of debris that fell on the wreckage. The necklace on the necklace hung a pendant that looked like a shrunken rhinoceros horn. It seemed to have no spirituality, but their intuition told them that all the changes tonight came from it.

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

She hummed softly and raised her right hand. The originally smooth and white palm had a strange mark that was symmetrical on the left and right, with different top and bottom, and looked like a building in a heavy rain.

"The connection has actually deepened?"

This seemed to be a simplified version of the "disaster" spell that tried to kill her that day, but there was no trace of destruction or disaster.

The mast of the sailing ship that seemed to be in the spiritual world had not yet been erected, and the deck was still vacant, but it had initially acquired the power of the legendary warship that was famous all over the world two thousand years ago.

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Anne whispered in confusion, looking up to the northeast, as if looking at a certain location thousands of miles away.

The Mother Tree of Desire, Celestial Sect, weird nights, amplified desires... Angel and Klein still have various doubts in their minds, but most of them were buried with Cynthia's death, and the rest still await further investigation.

Neither of them mentioned channeling or divination. Even demigods would not dare to touch upon this obvious pollution. Purifying everything in flames was the only way to deal with it.

The naked guards and servants around them, who a few minutes ago were desperately entangled with others, have now got rid of the endless desires in their hearts and passed out. But looking at their mouths and noses that have stopped bleeding, listening to They were breathing fairly smoothly and there should be no life-threatening injuries. Of course, it is still very necessary to seek some degree of treatment from the Righteous God Church afterwards. Faced with this kind of pollution that is no less than the "True Creator", no one can be too cautious.

In fact, the pollution caused by the "Mother Tree of Desire" that Cynthia mentioned was much stronger than the several "Evil God Incidents" the two of them had seen before. It suddenly turned an ordinary person into a mutated creature with a combat power almost equivalent to that of Sequence 5. This is unheard of even in the Nighthawks' internal files, let alone the aura that permeates the entire building, making people's inner desires extremely high.

Of course, the only exception is Megoose who appeared in Tingen five months ago, but that was the vessel in which the descendants of the evil god descended, almost equivalent to an incomplete divine descent!

Could it be that the "Mother Tree of Desire" is also an evil deity whose personality is similar to that of the "True Creator"? Rather than primitive beliefs like "Poseidon" Kavitua?

Thinking about it in her mind, Angel and Klein checked around the unconscious servants separately to avoid missing some seriously injured special cases. Then, she looked at Amyrius who still looked like he had some kind of majesty. Feeling Klein asked:

"What's next? Do you want to end this 'commission'?"

"If I run away now, the admiral will definitely blame me for all the problems. I can only stay, take care of everything, and wait for him to explain face to face when he comes back."

Klein shook his head and replied softly. Seeing Angel's tendency to gradually come closer, he quietly took two steps back, turned his body sideways, and avoided the other person's sight, hiding the abnormality in his body that had appeared since he woke up from his dream.

But the instinct of the "faceless man" still allowed him to detect the changes in the other party's expression and gaze.

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

In order to ease the embarrassment, Klein asked casually, but looked away, pretending to search for clues left on the battlefield.

"Of course it's divination. I'm an expert at divination..." As if he had expected this question, Angel showed a sly smile and took a few steps closer. "I saw it in the magic mirror." , For example, did your performance go well these days, did you reveal your identity, and... did you have a strange dream? "

"Dream, what dream?"

Trying his best to keep his expression unchanged, Klein turned around and asked, his tone confident and his eyes unflinching.

This response made Angel feel guilty. She really couldn't explain the strange scene she saw in her dream, especially when she finally discovered that the person under Klein was herself, which made her feel an inexplicable shyness.

Moreover, the battle in this bedroom, as well as the lustful smell and stirred desire that filled the room, made her cheeks red and her body hot. At this time, recalling the scenes in the magic mirror divination, she could not speak. He could only hum softly, turned his head and said nothing.

Seeing that he had won the battle with words, Klein regained a smile on his face. He was about to pursue the victory and turn his back on the guest, when a humming sound came from behind him. He looked back and saw that he was slapped into the corner by a branch, and Cynthia's desperate move The blond secretary Lu Er'an, who had fainted under the roar, had regained some consciousness and was moving her hands and feet as if she was about to open her eyes.

"You leave first, I..."

He quickly looked in Angel's direction, only to find that the other person had disappeared without a trace. At the same time, the "isolation" power surrounding the area dissipated, and the crimson moon in the sky once again shed light on the building.

With a hint of disappointment and a hint of happiness, Klein walked slowly to Lu Er'an and found that his neatly combed, shiny blond hair had some traces of corrosion when it was "taken away" by the buds of the branches, and then appeared again. Hit my head on the wall. But this injury was not serious to an Extraordinary who was at least Sequence 6, and possibly even Sequence 5. Therefore, instead of squatting down to rescue him, he used his toes to kick the secretary who started to squirm unconsciously.

This is what a superior person does, and besides, he was not respectful to me just now... He thought, adding a few more kicks, kicking Lu Er'an awake, and looked at him blankly.

The strength of these kicks brought with it some personal emotions.

(End of this chapter)