The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

Klein: →_→

Helpless, he replied

"Brother, stop making trouble. We can talk about it later if there is anything. Just leave the bills for now and settle them all when you are able to pay them back."

This time Jon didn't tease him anymore and sent the correct potion formula and the corresponding extraordinary ritual.

"300 ml of the blood of the Dark Wolf, plus a Star Worm and a Time Worm...Ritual: Let a lost piece of history return to the modern era."

Klein fell silent.

It's easy to deal with the Star Worms and Time Worms. If that doesn't work, just spend some money to ask Mr. Men and Grandpa Pales for a deal.

The Goddess of Night probably has some stock of the Dark Wolf's blood, so there's no need to worry too much.

Is it this extraordinary ceremony that brings a lost piece of history back to the modern era?

There is no lost history!

Klein had a headache.

Although it is possible to directly swallow the extraordinary characteristics, with the stability of his anchor point, there is at least a 99% chance that it will not mutate out of control.

But Klein really didn't dare to bet on that 1%.

Bad luck is one thing.

Whether the 'Lord of Mysteries' will take advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble is another.

"So, the only thing we can do is look for a lost piece of history?" Klein sighed.

Then he thought that the elves seemed to be the "lost history". If he could revive an elf that disappeared in the long river of time, it seemed that he could meet the conditions of the extraordinary ceremony.

At worst, Derrick’s hometown, Silver City, in the God-forsaken Land, also belongs to the ‘lost history’.

Looking at it this way, there are quite a lot of choices.

(I originally planned to end the story with a mysterious dungeon, but I always wanted to write something extra, but I couldn't stop writing. In this case, I will insert an extra dungeon, and put the story of the East Continent War and Klein's ascension to godhood in the last volume)

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"Seven Deadly Sins"

"In the ancient past, there were five completely different races on this land."

"3000 years ago, the goddesses led the fairies, giants, and humans to fight against the demons who had the power of destruction. The combined power of the four races eventually sealed the demons and restored peace to the earth. This war was later called the Holy War."

In the prosperous capital of the Kingdom of Lyonness, a black-haired young man was telling stories of the past to the children around him with a smile.

He has a handsome face, picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and a strong and tall body. The young man wears a fitted fine cloth shirt and trousers, a thick cloak, holds a banjo harp, and wears brown short boots.

He has a kind and friendly aura that spontaneously attracts people around him to stop and observe.

The piano sounds melodious with a casual play.

Even the patrolling knights couldn't bear to disturb them and subconsciously stayed away from that area.

——It’s not that no one wanted to cause trouble for the bard before, but after several nobles and even important officials in the royal court stepped in, there was no further follow-up.

"Mr. Jon, Mr. Jon, are the demons very strong? How about compared with the Paladins?"

"Mr. Jon, I saw you easily teach many hooligans a lesson before. Are you also a paladin? Where are your armor and weapons?"

"Mr. Jon, please sign for me."

It was clearly a street performance at its core, but in the end it turned into a personal fan meeting for the idol.

All I can say is that the name 'Jon Joestar' is truly on the rise in the kingdom today.

Gentle, kind, powerful.

Rumor has it that many ladies and young ladies have taken the initiative to extend olive branches to this mysterious bard.

Others said that the kingdom's paladins were unable to catch a thief, but they only asked Mr. Jon for help for one night and the problem was solved.

Anyway-

Everybody loves Jon Joestar.

"Thank you all for your support, thank you, thank you, and see you again if we have the chance." Jon waved to everyone.

He does not charge any money for his impromptu performances, and all the tips he receives are donated to buy bread and clothes for poor children.

Such a kind act was highly praised by the residents of the kingdom who valued chivalry.

The holy voice is spread, the embodiment of virtue...

Praise came like a tide, but Jon was as calm as a rock, and seemed to not care about the false reputation at all.

After finishing today's performance, he took his harp and returned to the inn where he was staying.

It's incredible.

Although Jon was just a commoner, even the lowest street performer, the so-called bard, his daily living conditions were not bad at all, and he lived more comfortably than some small nobles.

The hotel has a total of 4 floors. The 1st floor is used for drinking and eating, and the 2nd to 4th floors are for accommodation. He had the th floor all to himself.

Not only that, in order to expand the area of ​​the house, the hotel owner directly demolished the wall and rebuilt Jon's room into a large suite, comparable to the presidential suite.

Outsiders were very surprised.

Only those who know the inside story are not surprised.

If Mr. Jon is satisfied, then destroying a few houses is nothing, even if it means overthrowing the entire kingdom...

Closer to home.

Back in his private space, Jon immediately sensed something was wrong.

He narrowed his eyes, smiled and said in the direction of the curtain: "Come out, friend, I see you."

The moment he finished speaking, there was a clattering sound, like the sound of hard iron colliding.

But then a pair of knight gloves appeared on the windowsill, followed by a black metal head.

"that……"

There was a buzzing sound in the helmet.

Breathless.

emmmm

It sounds a bit weird and a bit astringent.

"Excuse me, are you... John... Mr. Joestar..."

The strange knight leaning on the windowsill asked with difficulty.

Jon nodded.

He blinked and said, "By the way, do you need help? I think you're about to fall."

"Ah... by all means... please give me a hand..." The strange knight's voice lowered a few decibels, probably because he felt a little embarrassed.

Jon didn't think about anything else and walked straight to the windowsill.

He stretched out his hand and with a little force, he threw the lump of iron into the house intact.

boom--

A shallow human-shaped pit was smashed into the wooden floor, which showed how heavy the strange knight's full body armor was.

The Strange Knight screamed.

He quickly got up and apologized to Jon: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Jon scratched his brows: "How should I put it? From the day I was born, I had a feeling that we would meet sooner or later... After all, according to the theory of 'trampoline pinball', the existence of my quality will unconsciously attract 'the one favored by fate', the so-called 'protagonist'."

Weird Knight: ???

I do not understand.

But it seems very powerful.

Jon pulled a chair and sat down, crossing his legs, looking relaxed: "So, what do you want from me, Elizabeth Lionesse...Princess."

"Eh!!!"

Because he was too shocked, his helmet fell off, and a handsome face appeared in front of Jon.

White hair, blue eyes.

His face was a little chubby, sweaty, and steaming with heat.

Looks very cute.

"You, you, you...how did you know..." Elizabeth looked at John with wide eyes, unable to understand how she was exposed.

Jon frowned slightly.

After pondering for a moment, he followed his heart and said, "Princess Elizabeth, do you know that knights are generally called stinky cans?"

Without waiting for the other party to reply, he continued: "What I mean is that you should take a shower."

Elizabeth:? ? ?

Chapter 716 Departure

There were ready-made bathing facilities in the suite. The third princess Elizabeth blushed and took off her armor. Without saying anything, she turned around and rushed into the bathroom.

After a while, the sound of rushing water was heard.

Jon sighed.

I was staring at the sky outside the window, lost in thought, not knowing what I was thinking about.

About ten minutes later, Elizabeth poked her wet head out and said, "Um... Sir Jon..."

She blushed and stammered, "Excuse me, do you have any change of clothes or something?"

The tight black leotard was already soaked with sweat, and the smell was not that pleasant.

Jon said 'wait' and got up to take out a new set of clothes from the closet.

White shirt, black pants.

This classic combination is suitable for both men and women.

But Jon is tall after all, and the clothes look loose on Elizabeth.

As a last resort, Jon used a knife to cut off the excess parts, turning the long clothes into cropped pants and short sleeves.

Elizabeth thanked her profusely.

After everything was packed up, Jon sniffed lightly, stared at the nervous Elizabeth and spoke slowly: "So - what does Her Royal Highness the Princess of the Kingdom want from a commoner like me?"

"Oh, please don't say that." Elizabeth was so terrified that she couldn't even speak clearly. "I've heard of your great reputation, Lord Jon. Even the Kingdom Paladins are no match for you."

"These are all rumors. The sedan chair is carried by everyone, and our friends in the underworld are giving face." Jon waved his hands and refused to acknowledge this fact at all.

After a moment's silence, he said, "By the way, there seem to be rumors recently that you've disappeared and your life or death is unknown."

"I'm not missing. I took the initiative to flee from the dangerous palace." Elizabeth said anxiously, "The kingdom is controlled by treacherous people. I fled this time to find the legendary Knights of the Seven Deadly Sins."

"Oh." Jon nodded to show his understanding, "And then?"

"And then?" Elizabeth didn't expect Jon to ask this. She blinked blankly and said as a matter of course, "And then... we can drive out all the bad guys and restore the kingdom to normal order."

"Excuse me, Princess Elizabeth, but in my opinion, there is no order or chaos at all." Jon said with a smile, ignoring the changing expression on Elizabeth's face.

He scratched his brows and said, "Let me guess. You heard about my reputation from somewhere, and then you ran away from the palace in a fit of rage. Do you want me to help you find the legendary Knights of the Seven Deadly Sins?"

Elizabeth was stunned for a moment, then nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, that's what I mean."

Hearing this, Jon raised a finger. "Let's not talk about whether I am willing to help you. Don't you know that the Order of Seven has long become history? No one has seen them since the rebellion. Until now, no one knows whether those seven people are dead or alive. Even so, you still want to find them?"

"Yes!" Elizabeth seemed not to hear the sarcasm in Jon's tone and admitted it excitedly.

"Okay, okay, let's get back to the original question." Jon held his forehead helplessly, "Why are you so sure that I will help you?"

Then he chuckled and said, "Rather than helping a crazy princess who thinks whatever she wants, I can get more benefits by handing you over to the Paladin Order."

"Benefits?" Elizabeth was completely stunned. "But you are the 'holy voice' and the 'embodiment of virtue'!"