In the city lord's palace in the ghost city, Plisson shook his sore hand and looked at Della and others in front of him with a sad expression.
"Is the handover ceremony of the city lord of the Ghost City always so outrageous?"
"Sitting on the stage signing autographs, is this a book launch for a writer or a handover ceremony for the new city lord?"
"I've been signing all morning, and now I don't even recognize Pleasant Wilson."
"What other arrangements are there for the handover ceremony? I have to rush to attend the Four Seas Council." Della patted Plisson on the shoulder and said comfortingly: "City Lord, I know you are in a hurry, but you Don’t worry, this tradition of signatures at the handover ceremony of the group started with the first generation of the Pirate King of the West Sea."
"The paper you signed on is a special spiritual paper made by the City Lord's Mansion. Seeing your name is like seeing the Ghost City City Lord. Pirates from all over the West Sea will give you a little favor. Everyone wants it."
"So the name you signed is not just your name, it also represents the goodwill of the Ghost City to the residents and visitors of the city, as well as the authority of the Pirate King of the West Sea."
"Signing has always been a tradition in the handover ceremony of the city lord. All other procedures and ceremonies can be omitted, but this one must be carried out. Which Pirate King of the West Sea did not sign hundreds of names when he took office? You are pretty good, your name is relatively good Short, the first Pirate King of the West Sea came from Nanyang. His full name was very long and had to be written in two or three lines. It is said that he spent three days on stage selecting people to sign."
"It's noon now. You should have a good rest. There will be a second half in the afternoon, and a group of distinguished guests from Albany will come. Remember to pick a few more people from them when the time comes. They will come all the way. Come on, at least give me some autographs as souvenirs." After listening to Della's words, Pleasant felt his scalp numb, and his right hand holding the pen began to feel sore unconsciously.
"No, it took me so long to sign in the morning and it was only the first half. I have to sign again in the afternoon. Is this the city owner or the clerk?"
"No, no, no, the old injury from the previous fight with Joseph has recurred. My hand hurts now and I can't move it. Can I find a substitute to sign it for me?" Della looked at Pleasant pretending to be in pain. He sighed helplessly.
"You didn't tell me earlier. Before you officially showed up, you might have been able to get a stand-in that looked like you, but now you've been sitting there all morning, and the camera in Albany took pictures of you. How can you pretend to be so clear?"
"The appearance thing is no problem. I have extraordinary items that can change my appearance." Plisson took out the Substitute Face that he had obtained in the core before, and then shouted to Namie next to him,
"Old Snake, sign for me this afternoon. I will allow you to go out and gossip with others as the city lord's special envoy. If necessary, I can even make a license plate for you."
"Um, but a few days ago, as a brother of the city lord, I finished talking to others. Compared with the special envoy and the brother, I still think the brother is more distinguished." Namyi said to Plissen.
"City Lord, it's not just a matter of appearance. Your handwriting also left behind your signature in the morning. You can't have two signatures in different handwritings spread around the world by the same City Lord." Della persuaded her earnestly.
"Oh, I'll sign, why don't I sign?" Plisson also sighed and reluctantly accepted his afternoon arrangement.
"Oh, that's right, but there are more guests coming in the afternoon. Then you can sit on the stage and I will send you a message. When you choose people, follow my instructions and choose more parties. The powerful distinguished guest will sign his name."
"You have to do something shady when you sign? Isn't that true?" Plisson was a little surprised.
"This is not a shady story. You randomly selected people with your eyes closed in the morning, and you have already done the fair part. In the afternoon, you need to focus on making friends. Since all the forces are willing to send representatives to attend your handover ceremony, then Naturally, we have to give some thin noodles, and we can’t let people come in vain.”
"We can't afford to give away gold and silver treasures, so we can still get some broken signatures." Della has been the deputy city leader for a long time, so she thinks very clearly about this aspect.
"Oh, okay, okay, as long as you sign and leave, don't tell me that there are other polite aspects."
"That's not the case. The Four Seas Council is about to convene. We have basically saved you all the processes that can be saved." Della nodded. He also knew that Pleasant was pressed for time, so he saved those rather cumbersome processes. They have all been deleted. If we really follow the most traditional handover ceremony, I'm afraid it won't be available for a few days.
"Okay then, let me go back to the room to take a rest and wait until the second half of the autograph session starts on time in the afternoon." Plisson said listlessly.
"Okay." Seeing that Plisson's attitude had softened, Della said nothing more. After getting the answer, Plisson rushed into his room without looking back and threw himself on the bed.
After Plisson woke up, he has been busy with the reconstruction and follow-up planning of the ghost city streets in the past few days, and has not had much rest. Who knows that as soon as the things over there are completed, such an incredible signing meeting for the city owner will be held directly afterwards. .
I still have to sign for 5 hours in the afternoon. No matter what, I can rest for a while. Della outside the room watched Pleasant enter the room, so she prepared to return to the main venue to make arrangements for the afternoon.
But at this moment, a piece of spiritual information was transmitted directly from her side. At the same time, Mr. Snake, who was wearing a crow mask, gradually turned his head this way.
"Come here, I have something to tell you." Della quickly interpreted the spiritual message conveyed by Mr. Snake. After everyone gradually dispersed, she followed the message and came to the corner of the hall where Mr. Snake was.
"Is there a problem?"
"Yesterday I had a chat with the new city lord and found out about Pandimaninanne, my only remaining relative." Mr. Snake took off his mask, revealing a pair of dim dark green eyes.
"He died, and even the remaining skin became a tool for the evil god to fabricate lies."
"He shouldn't have died. I made contact with him in the spirit world at the beginning of the fifth era. If we keep this contact, his mental state can definitely be stabilized."
"But who could have expected that my body would later be taken away by an Ouroboros, and my spirit body would be completely locked by the snake's eyes. I would not be able to go to the spirit world to reply to him. Since then, there has been no news from him. "
"I didn't learn of his death until yesterday."
"My brother, Archduke Andre of Nancy." Della looked at Klein with gloomy eyes. Ever since she joined the Alchemy Society, the president of the Alchemy Society in her impression had never shown such an expression. .
Klein is smiling almost all day long without any airs. Even though he is in a high position, he can still chat with juniors like Della quite well.
Even after his body was taken away, Della had never seen such a look in his eyes.
"From Klein of the Ouroboros sect to Darwin of the Alchemy School of Life, I have been hiding like a mouse for too long, and I still dare not face the evil god who used a deception to tie me down."
"I can only watch helplessly as the evil god in the spiritual world controls my body and carries out all kinds of evil things in my name."
"What happened to the Ghost Count gave me an inspiration. People...may not be able to compete with those lofty gods." Klein's dim eyes gradually became a little brighter, as if he had made some determination at this moment.
"Are you crazy? The rising Ouroboros cannot be compared to the weak Mammon. In your current state, it is completely impossible to be his opponent."
"In my current state, it is indeed impossible to be his opponent, but if I am willing to give up everything in the future and use my soul as firewood to integrate into 012, he and I may not be incapable of fighting!" Clay Yin's expression was extremely determined, and he, being alone, was willing to try this gamble.
"Have you...really made your decision?"
"Of course, since you can hear this, it proves that I have already made up my mind." Klein smiled, and the figure in the black robe behind him began to gradually fade.
"Wait, Klein..." Della wanted to reach out and grab Klein, but as soon as her hand touched the black body, the opponent's entire figure turned into a mist, Completely disappeared in Della's eyes.
The Klein who just talked to Della was just a spiritual projection, and the real Klein had left the Ghost City as early as yesterday.
He went to seek answers about himself, and no one could stop him from his determination.
