In the sea not far from the Von Slavic city-state south of the west coast of the Eastern Continent, an ordinary two-masted sailing ship sailed slowly southward in the sea breeze.
In a corner of the dilapidated deck, three horrified crew members wearing sailor uniforms were gagged with boat socks and tied to the side of the ship. Their professional rope skills prevented them from breaking free from the rope no matter how hard they struggled.
Right in front of them, there was a young man wearing a gray dress. He had short gray and white hair. There was no trace of time on his handsome face. His golden eyes shone slightly under the light of the red moon. Very bright.
"Hey, hey, hey, let me tell you, is it that difficult to station the crew of the Black Pearl closest to here?" Helplessness was written on the young man's handsome face, "If you don't answer my question, I can only send you They were all thrown into the sea to feed the fish.”
"Woooooooo..."
The three crew members struggled harder, whimpering anxiously.
"You're not going to say it yet? You are just the most ordinary little pirates under the banner of the Black Pearl. You usually just provide them with some information, so you don't have to work hard for it, right?"
The gray-haired young man took out a handful of gold pounds and tossed them in his hand a few times. The shiny gold pound rolled several times in the air before falling steadily into his hand.
"Or is it that my gold pound is not a gold pound?"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu?!"
Among the three crew members, the pirate's eyes seemed to be looking at a psychopath, and he whimpered even more anxiously.
The more insane you are, the more dangerous you are. Hell, you just ask questions and keep your mouth shut to prevent you from answering... If you want to kill someone, just do it, bastard!
"What?"
The gray-haired young man lost his patience. After putting away the gold pound, the smile on his face disappeared, "This is the first time I have seen people like you who dare to reject me three times! Damn..."
At this time, a voice came from the cabin behind him, interrupting his words.
"Stop playing around, Croya, let the helmsman among them come over, we need him at the helm tonight."
"Understood, Captain Menor, let him pass."
A smile appeared on the gray-haired young man's face again. He jogged over a few steps and pulled out the pirates' socks one by one. He did not mind the stench and salty smell on them, and threw them into random balls over the side of the ship.
"Sorry, sorry, I just made a little joke with you. Tell me, who among you is the respectable helmsman?"
The pirates who took a step back from the edge of death did not dare to show any dissatisfaction. The older pirate in the middle quickly said: "Sir, it's me. I am the helmsman of this 'Latifa'."
"I knew it was you!"
The gray-haired young man Croya untied him, patted the dust and seawater off his body, and said enthusiastically: "From the moment I boarded the ship, I felt that you were an unusual pirate. You are the helmsman of the Cordo Sea. Director-level extraordinary people are still scarce."
"Quick, don't waste our elder Menor's time, go in and take charge of the ship."
"Yes, yes, I'll go right away."
The older pirate did not dare to hesitate and stepped into the cabin. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw the figure sitting next to the helm of the ship - wearing a gray robe, with only a strong jaw exposed under the pulled up hood.
"Hug, I'm sorry, please leave it to me."
As he spoke, he quickly stood next to the rudder, with his back to the figure, and nervously controlled the rudder to let the ship sail southward in the sea breeze.
He didn't know why, but compared to the psychotic one outside, the hooded man who had been calm since he got on the boat frightened him more.
"Um."
Menor responded casually, his silver-grey eyes staring at the bloody ear in his hand, as if listening to something.
"...This is the Frode. An extremely large storm area has been discovered four hundred kilometers south of Leomand Island. Please ask nearby ships to detour and repeat..."
"Arteaga, please reply if you hear me. How is the situation over there?"
"I'm about to die..."
Menor frowned, these were not what he wanted to hear.
The fingers gathered a layer of spiritual power, poked at the edge of the ear, and made a cut, allowing more blood to flow out of the ear.
A groan of pain came out, and a strange murmur surrounded the cockpit.
Immediately afterwards, several increasingly clear voices came from the ears. Not only did the speed of speech increase, but the speed of change also accelerated a bit, as if responding to Menor and looking for what he wanted to hear.
"A stormy sea area was discovered, located near the original site of Duckman Island..."
"..."
"...Damn it, I found a three-masted sailing ship flying the flag of the Araniga, headed by the special 'behemoth gunner' Egrelu Pazzini!!"
"I am Jack Kim Adros! Report the location of 'Behemoth Gunner' Agrelu Pazzini!"
Um?
found it!
Menor pinched his ears to signal it to stop transforming into other people.
"In the northern waters, six days' sail from Awad Island! Damn it, they found us and are heading towards us."
"Go on, tell me everything you see!"
"...In addition to the 'Behemoth Gunner', there are four strange figures wearing black shabby robes on the ship. No other crew members are seen. No, no, they also have a black carriage on the ship, with some metal awls hanging on the carriage. …”
"First Mate Jack! Come on, he, those weird figures... there are bandages under their robes! And there is a very scary and scary person on the carriage, his strength... wuwu, Dauris and Sisi are dead , I also...damn you bastards, shoot!"
The sound was intermittent, accompanied by a harsh roar, as if he was experiencing a battle with disparity in strength.
"Hello? Milesway? Are you still there?"
"you……"
"Hiss... Black Pearl's people?"
At this time, a new voice came from the ears. The voice seemed to be illusory, and the tone was even colder. Even when facing the Black Pearl, the voice did not fluctuate at all.
"Who are you?!"
After a few seconds of silence, Black Jack's voice came to his ears again.
"Wait, I'll be at your side soon, don't leave! Bugs on the Araniga!"
"Ho ho ho ho... come on... First Officer Jack, they... are already in the deep sea... waiting for you..."
"snort!"
After hearing this, Menor finally tapped his earlobe and said calmly: "Contact me, the first mate of the Black Pearl, First Mate Jack Kim Adros!"
The torn black robe, the strange figure covered with 'straps', the black carriage, the man driving the carriage with terrifying strength...
These are connected in series, and Menor already has the answer in his heart - the Twilight Sect!
It seems that not only their Eternal Life Society is taking action, but the group of mystical monks from the Twilight Sect have also begun to speed up their plans.
The man in the carriage...is he a gravedigger?
In my impression, in the previous confrontations with the Twilight Sect, the number of gravediggers appeared very rarely.
In most cases, several mystical monks cooperate to carry out the finishing work...
Menor stared, waiting to make contact with Blackjack.
"Hey, this is the Bekli!"
"I'm looking for Black Jack and telling him, old friend is here..."
"Menor?"
Black Jack's voice sounded in his ears, seemingly surprised by his appearance, "Why do you have the communicator of our Black Pearl?"
"Robbed."
Menor glanced at the helmsman in front of him who was steering the ship, and said calmly: "Don't worry about this for now. Tell me your position. I have something very important to discuss with you."
"Don't come! I don't want to see you!" Black Jack snorted: "Every time I meet you, nothing good happens, and this time too!"
"Haha, I wasn't the one who brought the Araniga...Don't you want to know the identity of that voice just now?"
"Shut up... huh? Do you know the identities of those strange figures? They are rag bandages, and they are carriage vertebrae... They are not people from your Eternal Life Society, are they?"
"..."
Menor snorted angrily: "This is the biggest slander against our Eternal Life Society!"
"Then tell me their identities first, and then I'll tell you my current location."
"Is this a deal?"
"It's up to you to interpret it however you want!" Black Jack's indifferent voice came from his ears, and even his rogue tone was perfectly expressed.
"They are the reason why I came to you this time. I..."
Menor noticed that on the deck outside the cabin, a very inconspicuous young man with gray hair was carrying the two poor pirates and throwing them overboard.
"Croa, stop! Are you going to harm the crew of our respected allies on the Black Pearl?"
"Ah?" Croya was stunned for a moment, and quickly put down the pirates. Hao Ran laughed dryly, "I'm used to it. When I was in the Southern Continent, I always treated the 'trophies' like this..."
"Come here quickly!"
Croya curled his lips, muttered a few words unwillingly, then left the two poor pirates who were in shock and ran into the cabin.
Menor glared at him, and then continued into his ear: "Jack, this matter is very important. I must tell you face to face, and not only you, I also need to see the 'Sea Emperor' Isabello... Captain Clijsters!”
"Huh? Aren't you afraid that he will kill you?"
"Compared with what I want to say, I believe the 'Emperor of the Sea' can understand it clearly!"
After a few seconds of silence, 'Black Jack' spoke through the blood flowing from his ears, "I can't tell you where I am now, but I will arrive at Awad Island in twenty days... Let's meet there."
"Okay. By the way, there is one more thing I can tell you first."
"explain!"
"As for the three-masted sailboat with the flag of the Araniga, the other black figures are not important. Remember to be careful of the black carriage and the person sitting on the carriage. He is a special priest named 'Gravedigger'. It can awaken projections from other worlds, and its ability is very..."
While Menor was telling the information about the gravedigger, the gray-haired young man next to him tugged at his robe several times, with increasing frequency.
"What else?" Black Jack's voice came, followed by a very quiet muttering, half-sentence?
Menor did not respond immediately to his question, but frowned and looked at Croya. After seeing the surprised and solemn expression on his face, he couldn't help but follow his gaze.
"Um?"
In the distance, on the dim sea illuminated by the red moon, a ship ten times larger than their two-masted sailboat was speeding towards them.
I saw that the ship had five tall masts, and the white sails still shone with silvery white light even under the light of the red moon. There was a huge sun printed on it... no, it was the golden symbol of half a sun.
And on its bow, there is a slightly unrecognizable bow statue, with a vague face with a warm and sunny smile, and the long sword in his hand is held high...
Is it the five-masted ship of the Church of Dawn? !
"What's wrong?"
"Sorry Jack, something happened here. I'll contact you later."
"Hey hey..."
Menor put the ears into a special container and sealed them. He wiped the blood on his hands clean on the back of the pirate in front of him and stared at the white-gold five-masted sailboat.
"who is it……"
Croya's face on the side became more solemn. He looked at the figures on the bow deck, especially the woman who was lazily leaning on a high-backed chair and supporting her cheek with her hands.
"If I'm not wrong, that person should be - Judgment Saint Celestia Edas!"
"is her……"
Menor suddenly realized that it was her!
He vaguely remembered the scene of the dawn crusade against heretics in the Southern Continent thirty years ago.
At that time, he had just joined the Eternal Life Society and was only a fifteen-year-old boy, but the figure of the Judgment Saint in that battle made him remember it for nearly twenty years, until he and Alais...
"What should we do now? It looks like that ship is going to crash us directly into the deep sea to feed the fish?"
"Walk!"
It only took a second for Menor to make a decision, looked at the horrified pirates, and shook his head.
Although he felt sorry for the Black Pearl, an ally that had not yet reached a contract, he had to choose to give up these unlucky pirates.
"Why don't you come over and say hello?"
A bright smile reappeared on Croya's face, and there was a bit of excitement in the smile, as if he really wanted to run to the five-masted sailboat and have a big fight.
"Are you sure? I'll send you there right away!"
Menor put his hand on his shoulder, a smile flashed on his serious face, "Go!"
In the void next to it, a crack appeared in the space as high as a human being. A deep and cold storm blew out of it, bringing with it a series of extremely small sharp blades, tearing the crack wider.
Before Croya could react, Menor pushed him into the gap in space.
"you!?"
"Um?"
"Brother Menoer, help, help..."
"late!"
The next second, Croya appeared on the deck of the five-masted sailboat, looking at the Judgment Knights who were surrounded by a holy, warm, serious and strange atmosphere with a look of astonishment.
"who?!"
The trial knights noticed his arrival immediately and drew their weapons instantly.
Bang, bang, bang.
"I," Croya glanced at the handsome figure who was still sitting on the chair in front of him, and licked his dry lips, "I said this was just an accident...do you believe it?"
"Heresy! Caught without mercy!"
A tall Judgment Knight, holding a thick shield, suddenly paused, and then a layer of platinum light flashed on the shield, and the strange aura was a bit more powerful.
Judge the aberrations, judge the extraordinary, judge the heretics, judge the judges... judge you on behalf of the dawn...
Surrounded by the low voice of singing, a thin layer of sweat broke out on Croya's forehead.
"Well, I won't resist, I won't resist..."
At this time, the figure in front stood up and turned to look at him, "A person from the Eternal Life Society?"
"Yes, yes, Lord Judgment Saint Celestia Edas."
Croya became even more nervous, damn Menor, why don’t you come and save me quickly? !
"You came to see me? Is there something wrong?" Celestia asked lazily with a smile on her lips.
"No, no... no, no, there is one thing."
"oh?"
Croya said dryly: "I have often heard Elder Menor talk about you before, saying that you are the only person he admires in Dawn Church. You are not only powerful, but also a beautiful and kind woman. So. …”
"So, can I ask you for an autograph for him to comfort him for his thirty years of absence."
Huh, if you throw me here like this, you can't even think about it easy!
"sign?"
The other trial knights were stunned for a moment, they really didn't expect him to say such a thing.
It seems that this heretic's request is probably not that excessive?
After all, that was Lady Celestia, and it was not a bad thing to be able to make a heretic never forget her autograph!
Celestia's smile became even brighter, and Croya's figure was reflected in her bright eyes. There seemed to be a sword with faint fluorescent light in the depths of her eyes, surrounding him.
hiss!
Croya felt it, and he felt a sudden chill in his body. Is this the power of authority? Isn't it too weird?
"Hehe... I took the liberty. If you don't want to, I will leave first..."
"Of course I am willing, but I'm afraid that the Menor elder you mentioned will be embarrassed."
Celestia turned her eyes and looked towards the side of the ship. A hazy shadow appeared there at some point, as if he was in another space.
"I……"
"Shut up, you idiot!"
Menor appeared next to Croya. He really doubted how the elder of the Eternal Life Church, who was responsible for the affairs of the Southern Continent, said such shameful words?
Shame on you!
"Sorry, Your Excellency Saint Celestia, he was joking..."
"I take it seriously."
Celestia took a step forward, and the long white dress on her body instantly transformed into a piece of body-hugging armor. She stretched out a shining long sword with one hand and appeared in her hand.
"Well, that..." Croya shrank his neck, "I think you can accept it, what do you think, Brother Menor?"
Menor glared at him, then looked at the majestic Judgment Saint, took a deep breath and said: "It's not impossible..."
"You agreed to accept it? You should have told me earlier!"
Celestia waved away the battle attire bestowed with authority, and asked someone to take a pen and paper. After writing a beautiful piece of Alder language on it, she handed over the white paper full of sarcasm.
"Next time, if you have such a wish, you must tell me in person."
"It is good."
Menor took the signature with a bored expression and solemnly put it into his robe, "Now, we will not disturb you anymore, Your Excellency Celestia."
With that said, he was about to take Croya away.
"etc!"
"You say."
Celestia waved her hand and chuckled: "I heard that Wayne Loft is a member of your Eternal Life Society?"
"Yes!" Menoer was on guard.
"Then tell him for me..."
Celestia looked in another direction. There was a slender blonde girl with two hanging clocks. She smiled and said, "There is an old friend who misses him very much."
"I will."
Menor nodded, and without waiting for the saint to say anything else, he quickly opened the space rift with Croya and disappeared on the ship.
"Ouch, don't start your head..."
Hearing this faint voice, the serious faces of the Judgment Knights on the deck showed a smile.
"Okay, keep going!" Celestia waved her hand.
"yes!"
…
…
Theater space, studio interior.
After Wei En finished recording the changes in the origin core, he waited for a while and saw that neither the ghost nor the occult school responded.
"It seems that regarding the Twilight Sect, the school also needs more people to participate in discussing the response plan..."
Thinking like this, he took out the era relic with a black cover inlaid with gems from the space ring.
Claire,
Then let me see, what is the secret you say is hidden in this... I hope...
(End of chapter)
