Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 239 First Time Playing the Role of a Recollection Artist

“How about we try playing the role?” Serres suddenly asked. “I think the concept of ‘reminiscing artist’ should extend beyond just movies.”

“You mean…” Klein said thoughtfully, “I think what you said makes a lot of sense.”

He put down the spoon he was using to scoop out dessert and stood up, leaning on the table for support.

"excuse me."

After saying that, he turned and left through the restaurant entrance.

"Um...where did he go?" Danitz asked uncertainly as the monster left.

Although Serres was not a normal person either, Danitz still felt that he would be much easier to talk to.

As he asked the question, he secretly pondered the question.

Thinking back to the artist? Which path did that take?
Instead of answering directly, Serres said, "You'll find out soon enough."

By this time, Captain Airland had quickly ascertained the situation.

He stood up and said to the somewhat panicked first-class passengers, "There's only one pirate ship; we have the capacity to handle it."

"Ladies and gentlemen, please return to your rooms in an orderly manner and await good news. Believe me, the damage caused by chaos far outweighs that of a pirate attack. I do not want to hear rumors in the future that although our White Agate successfully repelled the pirates, five, six, seven, or eight passengers were injured in the fall."

Under his arrangement and with the help of the crew members, everyone in the restaurant left one by one and returned to their rooms.

Serres and Danitz also left with the crowd.

Before leaving, Danitz glanced back at the large table of food and desserts on the table and cursed under his breath.

"Shit!"

This is the huge table of food that Klein just ordered with his money.

He recognized it; the wallet was his. There was no mistake.

…………

On the deck of the White Agate, Captain Erlan held a telescope and gazed at the pirate ship in the distance.

"Do you know which pirate crew it is?" Ellan asked.

Behind him, a sailor glanced at the scene for two seconds and concluded, "Judging by the flag, it's most likely the Red Skull Pirates. A small to medium-sized pirate force. I've heard they have some connection to the Blood Admirals."

Airland chuckled. "These little pirates always like to pat themselves on the back. Don't pay any attention to these rumors."

"But what if..." The sailor hesitated, unsure of what to say.

"The Blood General and his men enjoy plundering and killing prisoners, and they take pride in it. So even if it's real, we have to make it look fake."

"I understand," the sailor nodded.

At this point, Airland said, "I know this pirate crew. Their captain is 'Sea Wolf' Johnson, with a bounty of 900 pounds, and their first mate is 'One-Eyed' Anderson, with a bounty of 500 pounds. They are indeed very strong, but they are not good enough for the pirate general."

In the pirate world, bounties are an important indicator of status and position.

Then, he heard a slightly familiar voice.

Are they cruel?

Erlan turned around and saw Gehrman Sparrow with a cat perched on his shoulder.

He had actually arrived quite some time ago, but had been lurking in a corner waiting for his chance to make a grand entrance. Airan wasn't surprised by his appearance, simply nodding, "Yes, it seems our luck has been a little off."

But Klein pressed down on his top hat.

"No, they are the ones who are unlucky."

Arlan immediately understood what the person in front of him wanted to do. He wanted to say something, but thinking of the fishman who had died inexplicably and tragically a few days ago, he swallowed his words of dissuasion.

"Then be careful," he simply said.

This Gehrman is a bit crazy, but he's not a bad person. Hopefully, nothing bad will happen to him here.

Klein smiled, walked to the edge of the boat, and stepped over the railing.

"Aren't you afraid of pulling your pants down like that?" Padmo suddenly asked.

There were indeed many upward-pointing, hook-like things on the railing along the ship's side. Klein's trouser leg almost got caught on it just now.

Klein's expression was slightly unnatural.

"Don't overthink it, and nothing will happen," he simply said.

"Oh fine."

A wave surged, and suddenly another wave emerged, stopping in front of Klein. Klein stepped forward and onto the wave.

He certainly didn't have the ability to control the waves, nor could he stand on the water.

But he can use illusion magic, and he is a Herrscher.

But the Lawgiver can fly.

On the pirate ship in the distance, the crew member in charge of observing the White Agate relayed a message to "Sea Wolf" Johansson: "Boss, there's a strange guy coming over there riding the waves."

Reflecting on the artist's illusions, there is a peculiar characteristic: his illusions target "objects" rather than "people".

If a magician's illusions exist only in the minds of the audience, cease to exist when no one is watching, and remain unaffected by distance, then consider that an artist's illusions exist on matter, remaining there regardless of whether anyone is watching, and visible no matter how far away one is.

Johansson paused for a second, then raised the binoculars and brought them close to his eyes.

He quickly spotted the strange fellow his men had mentioned, because the man's location was so conspicuous.

"A mid-series powerhouse from the Sailor Path?" he tried to speculate.

He didn't know this person, but his gut feeling was that he couldn't afford to offend him.

So he raised his right hand and said, "Attention everyone, get away from this area immediately!"

Klein, who was not far away, also saw this scene, but he would not let these pirates get away.

"It's too late." Klein muttered to himself, raising his right hand as the power of recollection condensed in his palm, forming a drop of water.

tick.

The water droplet slipped from his hand and fell into the sea below.

A rustling sound rang out.

Three sharks, consisting only of bones and a little bit of rotting skin and flesh, suddenly appeared.

(End of this chapter)