A Pirate's Bizarre Adventure

No way?

There's Amon nearby!

Derrick's heart was beating wildly.

But in an instant, the badge suddenly stopped moving, as if the vibration just now was just an illusion.

"Just...what happened?" Little Taiyang pinched his badge, his eyes becoming increasingly wary.

He felt that it was necessary for him to write another letter to 'Mr. Destiny' and inquire about some things.

…

…

Three days later.

Backlund, train station exit.

Klein walked out slowly holding his hat.

look up.

Um.

It was exactly as rumored.

No matter when, the sky in Backlund is always gray.

"The air pollution is very serious." Klein lowered his voice and muttered in a low voice.

At this time, a familiar figure approached and gave Klein a big hug in a very un-Loen style, "Cline Moretti, my friend, welcome to the Capital of Mandu."

"Jon." Klein's face remained calm, "I'm so happy to see you."

"You don't look happy." Jon smiled, "Don't worry, I won't be collecting debts from you so soon."

Hearing this, Klein twitched his lips and said nothing.

Jon patted Klein on the shoulder, "Okay, come home with me first. After you put down your luggage, we will go to a high-end restaurant for a meal together. After the meal, I will show you the prosperity of Backlund."

The arrangements are clear.

Klein shook his head, "Sorry, I am a reserve member of the Red Gloves this time..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Jon, "You also said that you are a 'preparatory member'. There are as many demigods as dogs in Backlund, and saints are everywhere. You are a little Sequence 8. I will report it later." fine."

He blinked, "Don't worry, the goddess will forgive you."

If the goddess knew that I was hooking up with the Evil God's Favorite, sooner or later a bolt of lightning would be thrown from the Kingdom of Silence and split me in half...

Klein sighed inwardly.

Jon took Klein to his luxury carriage.

Klein came back to his senses and asked, "Rent?"

"I bought it." Jon said calmly, "To be precise, it should be customized."

A big dog riding a horse!

Klein gritted his teeth gently.

Is writing novels so profitable?

wrong.

It should be easy for high-sequence extraordinary people to make money.

ah! ! ! I really want to be promoted as soon as possible! ! !

‘Joker’ is still too weak.

Unknowingly, Klein realized a bit of the paleness and helplessness of fate, and the progress of his demonic digestion increased by one...

Back to business.

Sitting in the luxurious carriage of the wealthy dog ​​owner, Klein didn't know where to turn his eyes.

He looked left and right.

Finally, he turned his attention to the opposite side and asked weakly: "How much does it cost to customize a carriage like this?"

Jon crossed his legs and said, "It's not expensive, five hundred pounds is about the same. After all, it's just a mortal thing."

The conversation changed, "But the charms and extraordinary materials hidden in the plywood cost a lot, about seven to eight thousand pounds."

Good guy.

I just call him good guy.

Klein decided that when he really doesn’t know how to make money in the future, he will make a fortune by robbing a big dog owner...

Of course, this thought only occurred for a moment.

Although the "poor god" is a little tight on money, he still cares about affection and principles.

"By the way, Klein, has He told you?" Suddenly, Jon looked solemn and asked solemnly.

Klein nodded.

Jon immediately relaxed and said, "Sequence 6 is quite a challenge for you."

Who says it's not?

Klein pondered for a moment and asked knowingly: "I heard... I will have some extra helpers?"

coming!

Jon perked up, "Yes, and quite a few."

He clapped his fingers and said, "Two 'Mind Readers', one 'Navigator', maybe Forsi and Miss Xio will also join this operation, so that there can be one more 'Sheriff' and An 'apprentice'."

etc!

Klein frowned.

Not to mention Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man.

After all, he is a well-established member of the Tarot Club.

What's going on with Forsi and Miss Xio?

Just come to join in the fun.

He wanted to question.

But just before he was about to speak, Klein thought that the identity of 'Cline Moretti' was not a member of the Tarot Club either.

"It was such a close call, I almost forgot about it." Klein secretly rejoiced.

If you fall off the horse in front of Jon Joestar, how many brain cells will it take to come back smoothly?

At this time, Jon asked with a smile, "What, do you have a problem?"

"No." Klein was very sincere, "I don't have any problems."

"That's good." Jon was extremely satisfied.

He looked at Klein, "This is a good opportunity for you to show off. As the Lord's only favored one, your actions represent His will. I say Klein, you must not be embarrassed. "

What's going on? You haven't even written your horoscope yet, but you're already putting pressure on me, right?

What a pressure boy.

Klein said 'hmm', "I know it well."

"That's good--"

Jon didn't seem to want to continue talking about this topic, and changed his words: "'Red Gloves' are the special operations team of the Church of the Night, and the minimum team member is Sequence 7. If you can transfer it, it will probably attract the attention of some people. In the future, You have to be careful when traveling in Backlund."

Klein also knew this truth and said solemnly: "So my current status is just a 'reserve member'. I am a lucky person who was specially promoted after making meritorious services."

He smiled and said, "Didn't you say that high-sequence strong men can be found everywhere here? I think no one will have trouble with a little guy like me, right?"

Jon's eyes were meaningful, "Hey, you can't tell..."

After chatting all the way, the two came to Joestar Manor.

Seeing this vast and luxuriously decorated mansion with his own eyes, Klein didn't know how many times he cursed the rich man in his heart.

Next, comes the desire for a rich life.

When can he bring Melissa and Benson to a house like this?

"After paying off the debt, I will save money to buy a house." Klein quietly clenched his fists.

Entering it, Mr. Moretti, a small citizen in an edge city, was simply dazzled by all kinds of antiques and famous paintings.

This, this, this...how much is this worth?

"I forgot that you are a history major." Jon smiled slightly, "But these are very ordinary decorations. The real collections are in the collection room. If you are interested, I can show you them."

Klein remained silent.

After a long while, he said in a hoarse voice: "Stop reading and go eat."

I'm going to eat you up!

Facts have proved that it is indeed unrealistic to eat a rich man with one meal.

Although Klein had tried his best to order the most expensive dish on the menu, the meal still cost less than five hundred pounds.

Jon wiped his mouth with a napkin, "Do you need anything more? After all, this is your wedding banquet, and I can't treat you badly."

Klein's belly was so round after eating that he looked a little pale and said, "No, no need."

Damn miscalculation.

If I had known better, I wouldn’t have eaten white bread.

However, recalling the slightly weird look in his eyes at the next table, Klein couldn't help but feel a little hot.

Jon took out his pocket watch and took a look at it, and said: "Eat and drink. I will introduce you to someone later. After all, you are going to live in Backlund. It will be very helpful for you to expand your network. .”

Klein's heart moved, and he asked knowingly, "Who is it?"

Jon thought for a while and said in a very sure tone: "Beauty."

…

…

Four o'clock in the afternoon, Viscount Graylint's villa.

"Mr. Viscount, you are still so dazzling." Jon took Viscount Graylingt's hand, "I'm so happy to see you!"

But I'm not happy...

Viscount Grayling felt disgusted, but he didn't want to show it too obviously.

He had no choice but to twist his lips, patted the back of Jon's hand gently, and broke away from him calmly, "Welcome to join today's salon, Mr. Joestar, please do as you please."

After saying that, he took the wine glass and went to greet other guests as if running away.

Klein, who witnessed the whole process, smiled half-heartedly and said, "Is it my imagination? Why do you feel that Mr. Viscount has a strong opinion against you?"

Jon didn't hide it and smiled, "Because Mr. Viscount always thinks that it is himself that makes 'Backlund's most dazzling gem' fall into dust."

Clam?

Three big question marks appeared above Klein's head.

At this moment, he saw two familiar figures.

——Miss Xio, who is wearing a knight uniform and is less than 1.5 meters tall.

——Miss Fors, who is carrying a handbag and always exudes a lazy atmosphere.

"Them?" Klein was a little surprised.

"Everyone has their own circle, Klein, that's why we have to make more friends." Although Jon also wanted to drag Klein to reminisce about old times, now was obviously not the time to do that.

He lowered his voice and said, "Here we come."

coming?

Who is coming!

Klein instinctively searched the field.

Then, he followed the gazes of most people here and looked towards the door.

Blonde, blue-eyed, exceptionally beautiful, with a pure and elegant temperament.

The girl walked into the hall with a smile, her green eyes reflecting the slightly pale firelight, which were as deep as the sea and as if they were the purest gems.

With little need for reminder, Klein knew that the young lady must be a member of his Tarot Society.

She is ‘Miss Justice’!

"Audrey Hall, the youngest daughter of Earl Hall, a shining diamond in Backlund's social scene... and also one of your helpers." Jon whispered in Klein's ear.

Klein maintained his character very well and said in surprise: "That beautiful young lady?"

Oh, they look pretty similar.

As expected of you, the master of matryoshka dolls.

Jon saw through it without saying anything, "Don't underestimate her, she is an Beyonder of the same level as you, and if you really start a fight, you may not be able to beat her."

"After all, Miss Audrey still has a dog, I understand~" Klein complained secretly in his heart, but he looked a little unconcerned on his face.

And while Klein was sizing up Audrey, Audrey was also sizing him up using her 'audience' ability.

"Dark hair and brown eyes, with a deep outline and a scholarly temperament, like a student or young teacher in a university."

"The clothes are ordinary. Although they are new, they don't seem to fit completely. There are obvious personal traces in the style. Did Mr. Jon buy them for him temporarily?"

"The pocket watch chain exposed outside the pocket is made of silver... Are you living in a tight situation?"

"He is quite wary of his surroundings, but he is obviously dependent on Mr. Jon. This is more like an unconscious behavior. The relationship between the two of them must be very good."

No one can escape the observation of the ‘audience’. In just a few glances, Klein revealed his bottom to Audrey.

On the other side, Xio and Forsi also focused on Klein.

"If I'm not mistaken, that person should be accompanied by the Nighthawks of Tingen, right?"

"Yes, I remember him, Klein Moretti."

"Foles, what is the relationship between the two of them? Why does it look so abnormal to me?"

"Don't mess around. Don't mess with Jon Joestar."

"I know."

Xio looked at his friend with an expression on his face that he was hesitant to speak.

Silly fish, it’s you who should be careful.

Those explicit hints before were useless. I was really afraid that you might accidentally jump onto someone else’s chopping board...

After some pleasantries, Audrey finally approached Jon.

"Mr. Jon." She said hello while holding up her skirt.

Jon nodded, "Miss Audrey."

After speaking, he introduced the people around him to Audrey, "This is Klein Moretti, a young hero from Tingen University, my personal history teacher."

While speaking, he winked at Audrey.

Audrey understood and stretched out her hand, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Moretti."

"Me too." Klein calmed down and shook the hand briefly.

Audrey didn't hide her curiosity at all, but she looked left and right and didn't find anything outstanding about Klein.

Is this Mr. Fool’s favored one?

It's very ordinary.

"If it's possible, Miss Audrey, can you come closer to talk." Jon asked politely, "I have some academic issues that I would like to discuss with you."

Of course Audrey would not refuse, "It is an honor for me to discuss literature with famous writers."

Anyway, this was not the first time that a similar situation had happened. Audrey didn't bother to care about those rumors, and there was not even a trace of excitement and excitement deep in her heart.

Viscount Graylint was so angry that he gritted his teeth secretly.

Jon Joestar, the dog thief! Don't let me take this opportunity, otherwise...

The poor Mr. Viscount wanted to say a few harsh words, but after glancing at the expression on Audrey's face, he couldn't say anything.

Alas, what a sin.

At the same time, Port Backlund.

Walking out of the passenger ship, Alger pressed his hat.

His blue hair has been treated with some special means, making it completely inconspicuous. The pirate attire he wore was also replaced by an ordinary suit and vest.

Not only that, he was also carrying a suitcase in his hand, like a tourist everywhere.

"Backlund..." Alger murmured softly.

Then he lowered his hat brim, paid some landing fees in a very low-key manner, and took solid steps to integrate into the embrace of this international city.