Prepare... Of course there is no... Klein smiled and pointed to the secret Ou Enzo:
That glove is still to be sealed.
While he was speaking, Enzo, whose skin was red and peeling, took off the human leather gloves covering his right palm with his left hand wearing the two rings, Blood Flower and Green Hua.
This is creeping hunger.
Normally, when Klein was not in use, he tended to throw squirming hunger on the grey fog. After all, after the glove was mutated, the seal was originally invalid, so he had to eat a living person a day, otherwise he would feed on the wearer. However, considering that Mr. Azke had replied, it was possible to come and meet him recently, and he finally decided to leave squirming hunger in the real world unless in special circumstances.
After all, he had already imagined the scene of Mr. Azke's arrival and did not want the following conversation:
Didn’t you say the glove I had to be resealed?
Yes, you wait, I'll go to the bathroom.
or:
Are you ready?
...No, wait a moment, I'll go to the bathroom.
Similar scenes and lines, just thinking about it, Klein felt embarrassed and strange. Even if he did not consider the possibility of Mr. Azke discovering the secret of gray fog, it would cause his image in the other party to slide in an unpredictable direction.
So, after obtaining the new secret puppet and completing his own attempt, Klein took his wriggling hunger back to the real world and made up for the previous meal.
The difference from the past is that the wearer was changed from him to Enzo.
In addition to this, in order to curb the wriggling hunger and the daily urge to eat people, Klein carried a few ordinary mushrooms with him and kept the secret puppet at a distance of less than 5 meters from him at all times.
Hearing his words and seeing the secret doll's actions, Azk nodded and reached out to take the human leather glove.
Klein took the opportunity to take out a few mushrooms from his pocket and threw them into the trash can not far away.
Bang!
He snapped his fingers and let the mushrooms burn on their own, making them red, but did not affect other things around him.
This is the magician's ability to manipulate flames.
After doing all this, seeing Mr. Azke's gaze inevitably looked over, Klein laughed dryly:
The previous incident made the 'squirming hunger' a little scared of mushrooms, and I used this weakness to curb its usual impulses.
In fact, this is of little significance to actual use, because carrying mushrooms with you to suppress the squirming hunger will cause the seal that endures hunger to retaliate immediately after the mushroom disappears. Unless there is other food that can be easily obtained in front of it, it will only become the enemy's helper.
Mushroom... Azk held the gloves that began to dye the surface with blood, muttering to himself while making the surroundings deep, and even the sunlight outside the window was rejected.
Pale, yin and green, complex symbols, logos, and patterns emerge out of thin air, just like they were written by invisible creatures such as resentful souls, shadows, and spirits.
They intertwined and combined in mid-air, deriveting a mysterious and illusory bronze door, as if connecting another world, a deep, silent, and terrifying world.
The illusion door shrinks and becomes smaller and smaller, and eventually falls on the wriggling hunger, causing the blood on its surface to fade away quickly and become the main body.
A few seconds later, the human leather gloves returned to normal and were still thin, but even without the suppression of mushrooms, it did not show any mania or impulse.
Same as before.Azk handed Klein the wriggling hunger.
It feels so good to have a big boss support!Klein sighed and sincerely thanked him, putting the wriggling hunger on his left palm.
He thought about it and took the initiative to mention:
Mr. Azke, I have had the same dreams in succession when I brought the copper whistle you gave me before.
The main body of the dream is a dark and cold, standing upside down on the mausoleum that penetrates the underground, with countless coffins placed inside, and there were dead people lying in the coffins, with dense white feathers growing behind them.
The feathers were stained with yellow oil, and there was a cloud of black mist deep in the mausoleum.
In the dream, you and I were exploring this mausoleum. I don’t know what was alarmed, causing the black fog to make a breathing sound, extending the illusory black tubes.
Every time I dream of this, I will wake up, which seems a bit similar to the product attached to the Artificial Death Project of the Spirit Cult that appeared before.
Klein translated the content he divined with the copper whistle into the dream and explained it in more detail to remind Mr. Azke not to be careless. Anyway, dream divination is also equivalent to dreams in a sense. It is not surprising that Azke knew that he was an extraordinary person in the diviner's path, so it was not surprising that he had similar experiences.
There is only one difference between the revelation obtained by normal dreaming and the revelation obtained by dream divination, passive and active.
After listening quietly, Azke did not interrupt Klein's description, and finally nodded:
This should be related to the things left by the God of Death in the Sea of Furiousness.
The Spirit Cult's artificial death plan also seems to have made some substantial progress.
Mr. Azke deserves to be the Quaternary Consort of the Death, and he does not despise my dream at all... Klein raised his right hand, rubbed his face, and turned into the appearance of German Sparrow.
He immediately said:
There was only one preparation left, that is, to confirm that "Hell Admiral" Ludwell was not in a dangerous place, and there were no demigods of the Spiritual Cult Order around him.
As for the question of whether the fishman sleeve is still on the other party's ship, Klein did not raise it, because he would make a confirmation every now and then. He believed that General Ludwell, Hell, had not found the magical item, or had already discovered it, but he deliberately did not move, waiting for the crazy adventurer German Sparrow to take the initiative to visit and step into the trap.
Azke responded peacefully:
This can be confirmed nearby.
OKKlein immediately asked Secret Enzo to go to the coat rack and pulled out the gold-inlaid cane.
Seeing that there was nothing else, Azk poked out his right palm and grabbed Klein's shoulder.
Klein also poked out his right palm and grabbed Enzo's shoulder.
The colors of the surrounding scenery suddenly changed again, redder, blacker, and bluer, overlapping each other, but not blending clearly.
The two of them immediately began to travel through the spiritual world, and the black gold-inlaid cane flew in front of them, pointing out where and where the Crane lost fishman sleeve was nailed.
Not long after, the cane stopped and hung in the air. Azk also stopped the shuttle, but did not leave the spiritual world.
He seemed to be watching something, and seemed to be listening. He said two or three seconds later:
Nothing wrong.
After saying that, he took Klein, who took his secret puppet out of the spiritual world.
Meanwhile, Klein recalled his previous experience of finding clues to his memory with Mr. Azke, whose goal was the ancient classics in the hands of Lieutenant General Tracy.
At that time, Azke also said that there was no big problem, but as a result, there was the witch Katerina opposite him...
No problem...Okay, you said there was no problem, so even if there was no problem... Klein looked around while complaining.
This is an environment he is quite familiar with. The huge ships with dark green in the darkness, the pale main sail depicting the pitch-black tulips, and the zombies, skeletons, resentful souls, shadows and other undead creatures that either manipulate sails or patrol or practice artillery are all proving that this is the flagship of Admiral Hell, the Black Tulip.
The difference from what Klein saw last time was that there were many extraordinary people living in the Black Tulip at this time.
The captain, wearing a thin sword on his waist, a lace shirt, a gorgeous coat, a white skull-headed triangle hat, and a silver-white masked face, was standing at the entrance of the cabin, looking at this side.
Suddenly, the square black ring that Ludwell wore with his right hand trembled slightly, and a light flashed.
The pale flame in the arrogant pirate general's eyes shook significantly, and finally narrowed to the extreme.
Immediately afterwards, Ludwell bent down and, in the gaze of the crew members, facing Azke Eggs, crawled on the ground and kissed the deck.
That glove is still to be sealed.
While he was speaking, Enzo, whose skin was red and peeling, took off the human leather gloves covering his right palm with his left hand wearing the two rings, Blood Flower and Green Hua.
This is creeping hunger.
Normally, when Klein was not in use, he tended to throw squirming hunger on the grey fog. After all, after the glove was mutated, the seal was originally invalid, so he had to eat a living person a day, otherwise he would feed on the wearer. However, considering that Mr. Azke had replied, it was possible to come and meet him recently, and he finally decided to leave squirming hunger in the real world unless in special circumstances.
After all, he had already imagined the scene of Mr. Azke's arrival and did not want the following conversation:
Didn’t you say the glove I had to be resealed?
Yes, you wait, I'll go to the bathroom.
or:
Are you ready?
...No, wait a moment, I'll go to the bathroom.
Similar scenes and lines, just thinking about it, Klein felt embarrassed and strange. Even if he did not consider the possibility of Mr. Azke discovering the secret of gray fog, it would cause his image in the other party to slide in an unpredictable direction.
So, after obtaining the new secret puppet and completing his own attempt, Klein took his wriggling hunger back to the real world and made up for the previous meal.
The difference from the past is that the wearer was changed from him to Enzo.
In addition to this, in order to curb the wriggling hunger and the daily urge to eat people, Klein carried a few ordinary mushrooms with him and kept the secret puppet at a distance of less than 5 meters from him at all times.
Hearing his words and seeing the secret doll's actions, Azk nodded and reached out to take the human leather glove.
Klein took the opportunity to take out a few mushrooms from his pocket and threw them into the trash can not far away.
Bang!
He snapped his fingers and let the mushrooms burn on their own, making them red, but did not affect other things around him.
This is the magician's ability to manipulate flames.
After doing all this, seeing Mr. Azke's gaze inevitably looked over, Klein laughed dryly:
The previous incident made the 'squirming hunger' a little scared of mushrooms, and I used this weakness to curb its usual impulses.
In fact, this is of little significance to actual use, because carrying mushrooms with you to suppress the squirming hunger will cause the seal that endures hunger to retaliate immediately after the mushroom disappears. Unless there is other food that can be easily obtained in front of it, it will only become the enemy's helper.
Mushroom... Azk held the gloves that began to dye the surface with blood, muttering to himself while making the surroundings deep, and even the sunlight outside the window was rejected.
Pale, yin and green, complex symbols, logos, and patterns emerge out of thin air, just like they were written by invisible creatures such as resentful souls, shadows, and spirits.
They intertwined and combined in mid-air, deriveting a mysterious and illusory bronze door, as if connecting another world, a deep, silent, and terrifying world.
The illusion door shrinks and becomes smaller and smaller, and eventually falls on the wriggling hunger, causing the blood on its surface to fade away quickly and become the main body.
A few seconds later, the human leather gloves returned to normal and were still thin, but even without the suppression of mushrooms, it did not show any mania or impulse.
Same as before.Azk handed Klein the wriggling hunger.
It feels so good to have a big boss support!Klein sighed and sincerely thanked him, putting the wriggling hunger on his left palm.
He thought about it and took the initiative to mention:
Mr. Azke, I have had the same dreams in succession when I brought the copper whistle you gave me before.
The main body of the dream is a dark and cold, standing upside down on the mausoleum that penetrates the underground, with countless coffins placed inside, and there were dead people lying in the coffins, with dense white feathers growing behind them.
The feathers were stained with yellow oil, and there was a cloud of black mist deep in the mausoleum.
In the dream, you and I were exploring this mausoleum. I don’t know what was alarmed, causing the black fog to make a breathing sound, extending the illusory black tubes.
Every time I dream of this, I will wake up, which seems a bit similar to the product attached to the Artificial Death Project of the Spirit Cult that appeared before.
Klein translated the content he divined with the copper whistle into the dream and explained it in more detail to remind Mr. Azke not to be careless. Anyway, dream divination is also equivalent to dreams in a sense. It is not surprising that Azke knew that he was an extraordinary person in the diviner's path, so it was not surprising that he had similar experiences.
There is only one difference between the revelation obtained by normal dreaming and the revelation obtained by dream divination, passive and active.
After listening quietly, Azke did not interrupt Klein's description, and finally nodded:
This should be related to the things left by the God of Death in the Sea of Furiousness.
The Spirit Cult's artificial death plan also seems to have made some substantial progress.
Mr. Azke deserves to be the Quaternary Consort of the Death, and he does not despise my dream at all... Klein raised his right hand, rubbed his face, and turned into the appearance of German Sparrow.
He immediately said:
There was only one preparation left, that is, to confirm that "Hell Admiral" Ludwell was not in a dangerous place, and there were no demigods of the Spiritual Cult Order around him.
As for the question of whether the fishman sleeve is still on the other party's ship, Klein did not raise it, because he would make a confirmation every now and then. He believed that General Ludwell, Hell, had not found the magical item, or had already discovered it, but he deliberately did not move, waiting for the crazy adventurer German Sparrow to take the initiative to visit and step into the trap.
Azke responded peacefully:
This can be confirmed nearby.
OKKlein immediately asked Secret Enzo to go to the coat rack and pulled out the gold-inlaid cane.
Seeing that there was nothing else, Azk poked out his right palm and grabbed Klein's shoulder.
Klein also poked out his right palm and grabbed Enzo's shoulder.
The colors of the surrounding scenery suddenly changed again, redder, blacker, and bluer, overlapping each other, but not blending clearly.
The two of them immediately began to travel through the spiritual world, and the black gold-inlaid cane flew in front of them, pointing out where and where the Crane lost fishman sleeve was nailed.
Not long after, the cane stopped and hung in the air. Azk also stopped the shuttle, but did not leave the spiritual world.
He seemed to be watching something, and seemed to be listening. He said two or three seconds later:
Nothing wrong.
After saying that, he took Klein, who took his secret puppet out of the spiritual world.
Meanwhile, Klein recalled his previous experience of finding clues to his memory with Mr. Azke, whose goal was the ancient classics in the hands of Lieutenant General Tracy.
At that time, Azke also said that there was no big problem, but as a result, there was the witch Katerina opposite him...
No problem...Okay, you said there was no problem, so even if there was no problem... Klein looked around while complaining.
This is an environment he is quite familiar with. The huge ships with dark green in the darkness, the pale main sail depicting the pitch-black tulips, and the zombies, skeletons, resentful souls, shadows and other undead creatures that either manipulate sails or patrol or practice artillery are all proving that this is the flagship of Admiral Hell, the Black Tulip.
The difference from what Klein saw last time was that there were many extraordinary people living in the Black Tulip at this time.
The captain, wearing a thin sword on his waist, a lace shirt, a gorgeous coat, a white skull-headed triangle hat, and a silver-white masked face, was standing at the entrance of the cabin, looking at this side.
Suddenly, the square black ring that Ludwell wore with his right hand trembled slightly, and a light flashed.
The pale flame in the arrogant pirate general's eyes shook significantly, and finally narrowed to the extreme.
Immediately afterwards, Ludwell bent down and, in the gaze of the crew members, facing Azke Eggs, crawled on the ground and kissed the deck.
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