The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

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The hazy fog adds a sense of mystery to the environment.

Jon closed his eyes and muttered something.

"I pray for the power of time and space"

"I pray for the power to rewrite my destiny"

"I pray that you will turn your eyes to Selina Wood and free her from the fate that has entangled her."

"Platinum, holy relic that represents perseverance, please pass on your power to me."

"Diamond, holy object that represents resilience, please pass on your strength to me."

"Gold, the holy object that represents vitality, please pass on your power to me."

As Jon spoke, Klein could clearly feel that the other party's aura suddenly increased.

Klein thought that this guy should have directly entered the ranks of the traditional "saints on earth."

Moreover, it is still improving!

what is this.

An interruption ceremony or a divine descent ceremony?

At this moment, all the strange black air suddenly shrank, as if it had found its target, and twisted into the closed storage room.

When Klein saw this, he was so frightened that his voice changed, "Jon!"

Jon's eyes snapped open.

The imprint of a Möbius strip and a clock appeared deep in his eyes.

He hummed softly.

"The Lord Who Created Everything"

"The Lord Behind the Curtain of Shadows"

"The fallen nature of all living beings"

Klein:! ! !

Don't die.

What do you want to do?

Commit suicide!

The black gas condensed and turned into a curtain.

Behind the curtain, there are eyes without any emotion.

Klein felt that all of his spiritual energy was being polluted, and in the blink of an eye, he showed signs of losing control.

However, Jon's next words calmed his symptoms.

To the curtain, he said in another world's Russian, "Look at me, son of a bitch."

As the words fell, the curtain became visibly thinner, and those pairs of eyes also had a hint of inexplicable charm.

Soon, the curtain disappeared.

A mass of black mucus that kept squirming and seemed to have life was left in its place.

Klein gasped for breath like a drowning man returning to shore.

Jon gave him a 'come on' look, bent down to pick up the ball of black slime, and muttered to himself: "Returning gift? It seems that you are not too crazy after all."

Klein: ...

I wasn't sure before.

But now it is certain that the John Joestar in front of him has definitely been possessed again!

Jon looked back at him, exited the tuba, and allowed his aura to return to the same level as before.

He smiled and said, "Ah, it was a close call. We both almost died here. But luckily, I have always been lucky because I am favored by fate."

Klein curled his lips and didn't want to talk at all.

When Jon saw this, he threw the black slime in his hand away.

Klein caught it subconsciously, and his expression changed instantly.

Jon comforted him, "Don't be afraid, all the pollution has been removed. This thing is now considered a rare extraordinary item without any side effects, corresponding to the power of the Hanged Man's Pathway Sequence 7.

But it can only be used three times, after which it will automatically dissipate...

After all, I think this is a small compensation for making you worry for so long."

Chapter 411: Tarot Club Again

After half an hour of fear and anxiety, in exchange for a Sequence 7 level extraordinary item, this deal seems to be a good deal.

But if Klein were to choose personally, he would definitely choose to live in peace and stability and stay away from those evil gods!

"Okay, problem solved."

Jon smiled, wiped his hands, and put away the ceremonial items such as platinum, gold, and diamonds on the ground.

These things have been reborn and turned into Extraordinary items...

At the side, Klein carefully pinched the ball of black mucus. After thinking it over, he stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

Seeing this, Jon couldn't help but remind him, "Although the residual breath of the true creator has no side effects, it will instinctively affect the surrounding environment. If you leave it like this, there will be great trouble."

“I don’t have a suitable container.” Klein explained helplessly.

He sighed, "When I get back I'll pray to the goddess and enchant a suitable one..."

Before he could finish his words, Jon threw him a box.

Palm size, made of stainless steel.

“It’s a gift.”

Hearing this, Klein did not hesitate.

He will never let go of any opportunity to fleece the sheep.

Just remembering something, he asked hesitantly, "You said 'appearance fee' just now."

"Well, it's easy to talk about." Jon's mouth curled into a smile, "Chenghui, 2000 gold pounds."

Klein: ???

Facing those black eyes, he really wanted to ask, "Do you think I look like 2000 gold pounds?" But thinking of his insignificant strength, he kept the words to himself.

Klein curled his lips and asked, "Is it... a little too expensive?"

"Since this is an extraordinary disaster involving the true God, I'm only charging you 2000 gold pounds, which is already a friendly price." Jon had no intention of giving in.

He held up a finger. "You can go ask around and ask other people if my fees are reasonable."

Klein was speechless.

After a long while, he finally managed to say, "I don't have any money."

"I know you have no money, but just because you have no money now doesn't mean you won't have money in the future. Besides, I accept installment payments here." Jon was in a good mood.

After playing tricks for so long, I finally became the creditor of the "God of Poverty".

To put it simply, this is to satisfy some unknown bad tastes.

To put it in a broader sense, this is to set an anchor for the "Lord of Mysteries" in advance so that He does not lose His humanity!

Jon smiled slightly, hiding his achievements and fame.

Klein's face turned dark.

But he was quite open-minded.

Anyway, if there are too many lice, don’t bite them, and if you have too many debts, don’t worry.

I'll owe you first...

The birthday dinner finally ended successfully.

Both the host and the guests were happy.

Except for a very small number of extraordinary people, no one knows what kind of danger this place once faced.

Klein looked at Jon's receding back with mixed feelings.

In any case, if that guy wasn't there tonight, there would be a high probability that he would not be able to deal with the spiritual remnants related to the real creator.

Melissa's gaze aligned with Klein's.

She pinched the hem of her skirt and whispered in a voice that only she could hear: "What a charming gentleman..."

Klein reacted immediately and showed an extremely serious expression.

Dama.

A touch more, this is absolutely great!

Jon Joestar is not a good candidate for a love interest.

Benson touched his nose, seemingly seeing through Klein's thoughts, and said half in agreement and half in a reminder: "Backlund is a good place, but it's too far away from us."

Hearing this, Melissa's heart moved, her face flushed and she said, "Benson, what are you talking about? I...I don't have that kind of thought."

Changing the subject, "As for you, Fan Li Te mentioned your name to me several times today. She told me that she likes mature men the most."

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In the distance, Triss looked at the Moretti family with a sad look in her eyes.

After thinking about it, she still decided to continue to consolidate this line.

Because Klein Moretti is better than Jon Joestar.

Of course, there is another point - she is afraid.

Because the mysterious existence that made her feel helpless was actually eliminated silently by John Joestar!

Don't ask her how she knew.

Among all the people present, only John Joestar has this ability.

“Sequence 6?” Triss laughed bitterly. “The intelligence must be wrong. How could someone with that kind of strength be only a Sequence 6?”

The night is getting darker.

The depressed witch silently disappeared into the shadows.

The night passed by in a hurry.

Early the next morning.

Blackthorn Security Company, Tingen Market Night Branch.

"Klein, you did a great job." After reading the surveillance report, Dunn Smith nodded to Klein.

On the other side, Klein couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

There were some things he simply couldn't write in the report.

Rather than a true and rigorous surveillance report, it looked more like a randomly fabricated elementary school student's weekly diary.

Dunn Smith didn't care and said with a smile, "After these days of observation, I can be sure that you are capable of doing the job of a Nighthawk. From today on, you will be an official Nighthawk of the Nighthawk branch of the Church of the Night in Tingen City."

Became a regular employee!

Klein was delighted.

You know, there is a big difference in salary between interns and regular employees.

Dunn Smith tapped his temple, as if he suddenly remembered something. "By the way, I also want to thank you for what happened to Old Neil. If it weren't for you, we would have lost a kind elder."

Klein blinked and asked with concern, "Captain, is Old Neil okay? How is he now?"

Dunn Smith didn't hide it either, sighed and said: "Losing control is a big trouble for any Extraordinary, although Old Neil's sequence is not high, but he is too old.