Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool
Chapter 214: Pirates of Malbec
Chapter 214: Pirates of Malbec
The moment Klein noticed the problem, the scene before him froze.
Serris's nonchalant smile and the prosperous decoration of the Mercy Church were frozen at this moment.
The next second, accompanied by a crackling sound, cracks like broken glass appeared before my eyes.
The cracks are getting bigger.
Click.
The scene before him shattered, scattering to the ground like a broken mirror, revealing the deep darkness behind.
He's so stupid, really.
He should have understood when he saw the magnificent church, but he still held on to hope.
Don't dream the unattainable...
His slightly hazy consciousness cleared up a bit, and Klein realized that the darkness before his eyes was due to his eyes being closed. He noticed that he seemed to be lying on something hard. It felt like... a bench.
Yes, it was the simple pews that Mercy Church decorated to save money.
He heard someone talking around him.
The voice sounds familiar, is it Amon?
Two people……
Two Amons?
"No matter how much you protect him, Sefirah Castle doesn't belong to you," Klein heard one of the Amons say. "This isn't a good deal."
"Of course I know. That's not my Sefirah Castle." Klein heard the other Amon answer. "But for a moment, the gray fog did shroud me. But life isn't a drama, and I lack a bit of luck..."
"Oh, what you said. Let me think, what benefits did he promise you? I guess..." The first Amon paused, "Ah, you are awake, my friend."
Klein could feel two pairs of eyes focused on him.
At this point, pretending to be unconscious was meaningless. He opened his eyes and sat up from the recliner.
The first thing that caught my eye was the dilapidated church.
There are no brand new tables and chairs, no luxurious decorations, and no moving crowds...
really.
Klein suppressed the urge to sigh and turned to look at the two Amons beside him.
What do you call this? Amon S? Is Amon a countable or uncountable noun?
Ammons? Ammis? Aminos!
Klein glanced at the crimson moonlight shining in through the window.
"Good evening, Amenos." Klein greeted him half-consciously.
"Good evening, Klein." The two Amons responded almost simultaneously.
Looking at the two identical Amons, Klein felt a chill down his spine for no apparent reason.
He stood up a little bit bewildered and raised his hand to signal: "Then I'll go first, you guys chat."
Although he didn't know what they were talking about, Klein heard words like "Source Castle." He remembered that Serris had told him that Source Castle was the mysterious space above his gray fog.
This is not good.
"Don't be afraid of me. We had a very happy chat that day. We should be able to talk more with this guy, right?" Amon, who was standing on the left, pushed his monocle.
"Oh my, you're secretly dating another Amon behind my back. I'm going to cry." The other Amon didn't know why his tone of voice sounded strange, as if someone had marinated him.
It was Amon who was adjusted by Alicia.
Klein had completely recovered by this time. He remembered why he was lying there.
Earlier, when he first felt the foreboding of tragedy in the church, he did not choose to rush out by himself, but instead made a prompt decision to summon.
After all, the evil god had descended upon us, and it seemed irrational to rush out immediately. It was like making a decision in a dream, half-awake.
At that moment, he recalled Sunday. Then, the Sunday that had been only a memory suddenly awoke. He seemed to have done something that caused Klein to enter a dream.
Yes, Klein remembered. Because his own memories made it difficult to keep Sunday in this world, Sunday temporarily allowed Klein to enter a dream.
"Have you woken up from the dream of order? Earlier than I thought." Sunday's voice sounded from outside the church.
Footsteps came from outside, into the church.
Klein looked in the direction of the voice and saw Sunday, whose body seemed slightly ethereal.
Seeing Sunday, Ordinary Amon seemed a little apprehensive. After speaking a few words to Happy Amon, he left the church. Sunday did not comment on this.
Happy Amon didn't seem to like Sunday very much either. After saying hello to Klein, he also left, leaving the scene to the two of them.
"How do you feel? Do you feel any physical discomfort after waking up from the dream?" Sunday asked gently.
Klein shook his head. Aside from feeling a little dizzy, nothing else mattered.
"It's okay," Klein replied. "That's what I saw in my dream..."
"Those are things that didn't happen in reality." Sunday saw Klein's concern.
"That's good. I thought the whole world had seen you use Taichu Youwei." Klein said with a smile.
"Ah, actually, it wasn't just you." Sunday shook his head. "I dragged everyone in Backlund into the dream. What you saw, the other Beyonders probably saw it too."
“Ah…” Klein’s hands trembled. “This… But it should be okay, if it’s just Beyonders. And they’re all fake.”
"It's not entirely fake," Sunday said with a smile, "For example, the remnants of the power of 'Order'."
Klein recalled Dominic in his dream, throwing a ball of orderly light into the sky. So, that was actually happening in reality as well.
Although he didn't know what that meant, Klein felt for some reason that someone might not be able to sleep at night.
"Can I ask why we do these things?" Klein asked curiously.
Sunday thought for a moment and said, "This involves some secret transactions. I think you won't be able to hear it even if I tell you."
…………
The sky outside the carriage window was dark, but without the familiar fog in Backlund. Waves came in waves, blowing away all the haze and causing the high-altitude clouds to swirl and form various shapes, reflecting the golden-red sunlight.
This is Pritz Port, the largest and busiest port in the Kingdom of Loen.
A man and a woman wearing hoods and covering their faces arrived in the Horsehead area in a horse-drawn carriage.
After walking around the slightly crowded crowd, the two boarded a small boat that had docked.
It is not actually accurate to call it a small boat. It is just smaller than those large steam sailing ships and ironclad ships that can accommodate hundreds of people.
This is a two-masted sailing ship, and it looks like it can accommodate about seventy or eighty people.
"Thank you very much, but do you really think the two of us can drive such a big ship?" After climbing onto the deck, Edsak took off his hood, revealing his round face that gave people an honest feeling.
"Of course," Ceris patted the fence, "this is a fully automated sailboat."
As he spoke, Ceris handed Edessak two pieces of paper and said, "This is your new identity."
Edsak took a look.
Malbee Pirates.
"Pirate?" he repeated with a frown.
As a prince, he was not very willing to be a pirate.
"Don't be silly, Your Highness. Which of you two can act peacefully? Pirate is the most suitable identity."
After two seconds of silence, Edsak hid his identity information.
"Thank you," he whispered.
"You're welcome." Serris said nonchalantly, "We're all brothers."
"Is this a ghost ship?" Triss, who had just walked around the ship without taking off her hood, walked up to the two of them and asked.
"Hmm... I can understand it that way." Serris thought for a moment, his chin resting on his head. "This is a ship with a Machine Soul."
Edessak had never heard of the term machine soul and subconsciously looked at Triss.
"Machine Soul?" Triss repeated, frowning. "I haven't heard of it, but if I understand it literally..."
"Yes, this ship has its own personality. It's like a ghost ship." Cerus confirmed Triss's idea.
"I don't think I'm capable of controlling a ghost ship." Triss shook her head decisively. "Can we try a different ship?"
"Are you sure?" Serris leaned against the side of the boat. "Its IQ isn't very high. I feel like both the [Breeding] and the [Witch] should be very good at raising children."
"Let's introduce this ship first." Edsak gestured, asking Serris to first introduce the value of the ship and then make a judgment.
"Alright." Serris nodded. "It's called the Jackdaw, and it possesses a certain degree of self-awareness and personality. It doesn't require shells. Each bombardment is equivalent to a full-strength slash from a Warrior Path Sequence 5, with the added bonus of the extraordinary effects of the Harvester."
(End of this chapter)
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