A Pirate's Bizarre Adventure

Backlund, ‘The Brave Man’s Bar’.

In Nuo Da's private room, a brown-haired young man wearing a white shirt and a black vest silently held up a handful of playing cards.

Opposite him, several living corpses with expressionless faces and livid complexions sat stiffly.

The game proceeds silently.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew by, and the brown-haired young man's eyes twitched slightly, and he turned the book at hand to a new page.

This book is the latest masterpiece of fantasy writer Jon Joestar, called "The Ghost of Fragrance Shadow". It is not long, but it is very suitable for someone...

"You can do this kind of thing yourself." The brown-haired young man said in a cold tone.

If you look closely, you can still see the murderous intent and madness that are suppressed in his eyes.

No one responded.

The room was still silent.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

The brown-haired young man was stunned for a moment, then with a sullen face, he controlled the living corpse closest to the door to open the door.

But he saw a well-dressed and tall young gentleman standing outside the door.

"Kaspars introduced me." He smiled slightly, "He said there was someone here who could help me."

"Come in." The brown-haired young man's expression remained unchanged.

Hearing this, the young gentleman stepped into the private room, took off his hat and introduced himself: "My name is Jon, Jon Joestar."

Um?

The brown-haired young man's eyes became colder and colder.

At the same time, the temperature in the room dropped rapidly!

"You are not welcome here." The brown-haired young man said calmly, "Please leave."

"Are you sure if you want to make money or not?" Jon smiled and scanned the room.

Finally, let your eyes rest on an inconspicuous mirror.

The brown-haired young man stood up.

In an instant, all the zombies playing cards stopped what they were doing and stared directly at Jon.

"It seems you know my origin." Jon didn't feel nervous at all. He dragged a living corpse away and sat down next to the brown-haired young man.

The brown-haired young man pondered for a moment and said truthfully: "Extraordinary people like you who travel among the major official churches are very famous in our circles."

Regularly raise funds and report regularly.

Not only did he thrive under the noses of major churches as a free man, but he also had affairs with several noble ladies and became famous far and wide.

Although it is said that Jon Joestar is only a Sequence 6, many people believe that it is just a disguise...

"Ha, I'm so honored." Jon leaned back in his chair, glanced at the book in front of the brown-haired young man with his peripheral vision, and asked with a smile, "Should I be happy to be so famous?"

"I told you, you are not welcome here." The brown-haired young man's attitude remained cold.

Jon gradually stopped smiling and said word by word: "Don't teach me how to do things."

Yuluo, the aura belonging to the mythical creature suddenly erupted.

Although it was only for a moment, it was enough to make the brown-haired young man, a Sequence 6 ‘living corpse’, feel like he had fallen into an ice cave.

"The rumors are true, Jon Joestar is definitely more than just a 'disaster priest'!" The brown-haired young man's face was paler than usual.

call--

A dark wind blew.

A young woman with long hair and blue eyes appeared out of thin air next to the brown-haired young man. She has a very delicate appearance, but her face is extremely pale. She wears a complicated and exquisite black Gothic palace dress and a small black soft hat.

The young woman didn't speak, but stared at Jon with her blue eyes.

"The acting should be done in moderation. Don't forget who you are... and no one stipulates what a 'ghost' looks like." Jon shrugged and pointed to the sofa opposite, "Sit down."

Those who didn’t know, thought he was the owner of this place.

The young woman was silent for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay."

Her voice is quite pleasant, but too cold.

The brown-haired young man saw him and sat down obediently.

Jon scratched his eyebrows and said, "This is going to be difficult. Originally I just wanted you to help me find one thing, but now you know my true strength..."

Halfway through, he changed his words and said, "How about it, does what I wrote look good?"

The young woman answered truthfully, "It looks good."

Before this, she had never read a novel with a ghost as the protagonist.

Because of her own particularity, she unconsciously took part in it.

Then she discovered that doing so had the effect of stabilizing human nature and combating loss of control.

Jon crossed his legs and said, "You hide here every day, how can you be a good 'ghost'? Go out and scare people. The scarier the rumors are, the faster your potion will be digested."

The young woman had no reaction to this.

She is a 'temperance' and advocates suppressing instincts.

In other words, a pretty restrained housewife.

"Forget it, I'm just giving you a suggestion, it's up to you whether you want to or not." Jon didn't force it and turned back to business, "I got news about a Sequence 5 extraordinary item through some means, but recently I I have a new plan and I can’t get away for a while.”

As he spoke, he handed the clues he bought at the Extraordinary Rally to the young woman.

The young woman took it, glanced at it, and said coldly: "Can you refuse?"

"It was possible before, but not now." Jon said in an extremely casual tone: "I would be extremely merciful by not killing you."

The young woman and the brown-haired young man did not speak.

Jon blinked and suddenly thought of something, "Speaking of which, 'temperance factions' like you are quite suitable to join that gentleman and become his disciples."

He took out an expensive pen from his suit pocket and wrote the name of the god in three paragraphs on the table.

"Don't say I don't take care of you. Not everyone has this opportunity." Senior cat owner Jon smiled slightly.

He could see the trajectory of fate and knew that the young woman's name was Sharon and the brown-haired young man's name was Maric, both of whom were defectors from the 'Rose School'.

The 'Rose School' is a secret organization that believes in the 'Bound God'. Because of their different philosophies, they are divided into the 'Temperance School' and the 'Indulgence School'.

Jon couldn't say which idea was orthodox. He only knew that the Sequence 0 "Bound One" of this path had been secretly controlled by the "Mother Tree of Desire" and turned into a tool for harvesting faith and spreading desire.

This means that there is a lot of room for maneuver in this approach...

Moreover, the adjacent path of the 'Prisoner' path is the 'Criminal' path. The corresponding old days of the two are the 'Father of Demons', 'Lord of the Alien' and 'The Source of the Curse', and the corresponding source of matter is the 'World of Shadows'.

What else is there to say?

Of course, he must control such a dangerous thing in his own hands to reduce some pressure on Klein.

"I'm such a good person." Mr. Qiao was almost moved to tears by himself.

Sharon and Maric looked at the three-part honorary name written on the table, and their calm moods, like ancient wells, suddenly fluctuated violently.

It turns out that behind Jon Joestar, there is an evil god!

"It just so happens that today is the full moon. You two can choose one representative to pray to Him and explain that I asked you to do this..."

Jon stood up and pondered for a moment. He pointed at Sharon and said, "Forget it, don't choose a representative, just you. There are too few women in parties now, it's boring."

Sharon:…

‘Party’, what kind of metaphor is it?

"Then, I hope to see you at the next party." Jon nodded.

After saying that, he opened the portal and disappeared.

The room fell into dead silence again.

For a long time, neither Sharon nor Maric spoke.

Seeing the time passing by little by little, Maric's eyes twitched slightly, "So——"

"I have never felt that kind of aura even from a teacher." Sharon's expression was calm, "At least Sequence 2, not excluding Sequence 1."

Sequence 1…

Maric felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

The angels in Sequence 1 have either stepped half-foot into the Kingdom of God, or they are the representatives of the will of the true God in the human world.

Judging from Jon Joestar's situation, it should be the second one.

Alas~

That is, they simply have no other choice.

Sharon took a deep look at the table, then erased all traces, and flew into the mirror lightly, "Tonight, I will pray to the "Fool", you can go and leave me alone. "

Despite her cold appearance, there is no doubt that Sharon cares about her companions.

Hearing this, Maric said without thinking: "We will die together."

He unbuttoned the first button of his shirt. "Honestly, I've had enough of being a prisoner."

no respond.

There was dead silence in the house.

That night.

The bright moon hangs high.

In a two-story building, Klein, disguised as Sherlock Moriarty, put his legs comfortably on the table, and the old god was listening to the music on the gramophone.

Aurora will be very generous, Mr. A is very generous.

Relying on the special appropriation, he bought everything and waited until tomorrow to place an advertisement in the newspaper so that the detective agency could start normal business.

"I usually stay at the office, at the Church of the Night, because I am a reserve team member, so I don't have to do the lighting every day. I just go to the church on church days..." Klein was thinking about how to play the role by himself next. Two corners.

Suddenly, a shining crimson star appeared in front of his eyes.

This scene was all too familiar to him.

Just trying to communicate spiritually.

For no reason, Klein felt a little weird.

After thinking for a moment, he picked up the newspaper on the table and walked into the bathroom.

Eh.

It tastes right.

Using his spirituality to communicate with the crimson stars, his consciousness came above the gray fog, and he put on the vest of "The Fool" with ease.

At the same time, Sharon in the private room of the Brave Bar felt her vision blurry.

The next second, she came to an extremely majestic and huge palace, and saw the mysterious figure surrounded by gray mist, whose face could not be seen clearly.

"He is the Fool?" Sharon thought to herself.

She did not hesitate, lifted up the hem of her black skirt in an extremely standard manner, and bowed, "First meeting, great Fool, my name is Sharon. "

Klein:? ? ?

what happened.

Know my identity? All the opening remarks I prepared are useless!

He chuckled, "You know me? This is really strange."

Sharon didn't dare to look up, "The angel under you told me your honorable name. He said, this is my chance."

Angel……

Jon Joestar!

Klein suddenly felt a bit of toothache.

certainly.

With his current status, this feeling must be phantom pain.

Changing to a more relaxed posture, Klein seemed to say casually: "Haha, what did he say?"

"He..." Sharon considered her words, "He said that people like me are very suitable to become your disciples."

Klein was speechless.

Although he knew that this method of recruiting people to join the club was very likely that Jon Joestar was taking the initiative to please the "Lord of Source Castle".

But the key point is that I am just a small Sequence 7, and I just did this without saying anything in advance. Isn’t it just a joke?

Klein chuckled, "He can always come up with new tricks for me...

Forget it, since you are here, it means this is your destiny.

I am a "fool" who is deeply interested in long history, and people like you are guests at my parties. They have different identities here, it's up to you to choose one. "

After speaking, a stack of tarot cards appeared on the long bronze table next to Sharon.

Sharon pondered for a moment and pulled out the 'temperance' card.

Klein said: "Then, Miss Temperance, you are welcome to join us."

After talking about the Tarot Society, Klein sent Sharon back to the real world.

With no outsiders present, he immediately returned to his original form.

"What a depressing aura. What kind of extraordinary person is that young lady?"

"The strength is not low, at least Sequence 5."

"What the hell is Jon Joestar doing? I have to give him a proper beating at the party in a few days, otherwise..."

I thought today's events would end here.

Unexpectedly, just as Klein was about to log out, another crimson star began to twinkle.

"Come again!" Klein's scalp went numb.

My God, how many people has Jon Jostar deceived into believing in "The Fool"?

"Take a look, take a look..." He muttered to himself, sinking his consciousness into the stars.

But in a certain bedroom, a young woman with slightly curly brown hair was praying with a pale face.

Klein was surprised: "Miss Fors?"

This time it was a bit difficult.

To be fair, he had a good feeling about Forsi.

And judging from the other party's appearance, it was obvious that he was affected by external forces and was on the verge of losing control.

Klein sighed.

never mind.

There is already a new member tonight, and one more Miss Fors is okay.

Communicate with the crimson stars through the power of gray mist.

The influence of Mr. Men on Forsi immediately disappeared.

Like Sharon, her consciousness came to the mysterious palace.

Next, similar rhetoric and similar processes.

Finally, Xianyu left the gray fog with the codename of 'Magician'.

"Huh~" Klein took a long breath.

I don’t know why, but the impact of Miss Forsi’s moonlit whispers was particularly severe tonight. If it weren’t for this, she wouldn’t take the initiative to pray to the “Fool”…

Meanwhile, somewhere in the starry sky.

"A few more. Seeing how stingy you are, Amon's Worms of Time will be sent to me in pieces." Jon said while using transparent filaments to pull the insects on Mr. Men's body.

Mr. Men wanted to cry but had no tears.

Under the shock of his mind, the second personality that had been gradually suppressed showed signs of loosening.

Just now, his consciousness was in a trance for a while, and the second personality created by the pollution began to act like a monster again, shouting at the top of his lungs.

well.

I hope it won't affect future generations in his homeland.

"I don't know if anyone heard the information about 'Tinggen' that was delivered last time, except for getting rid of the clone sent by the Starry Sky Evil God." Mr. Men sighed in his heart.

Today, He is still extremely melancholy.