The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

One good follower like Sherlock Moriarty is worth a hundred ignorant paupers lured in with slices of fat from the docks.

Those people are not only dull, but also ugly...

Mr. A crossed his legs elegantly. “During this period, you don’t have any other tasks. Just focus on your promotion.”

Klein nodded, "I will be fully prepared."

Mr. A smiled and said, "Be careful not to let others know your sequence, especially those evil god churches. It's not time to settle accounts yet."

Excuse me, I am the member of the Church of the Evil God you mentioned...

The corner of Klein's eye twitched slightly.

At the same time, he gained a new understanding of the word "fooling".

“Sir.” Klein adjusted his mood. “I will not leave Backlund easily in the future. I plan to open a detective agency here, settle down, and become the Lord’s eyes and ears.”

"Oh?" Mr. A thought for a moment and nodded, "You are very smart. This is a good way to collect intelligence."

In a very good mood, he waved his hand and said generously: "In this case, I will approve a special amount of funds for you. Please don't let me down."

Klein: ('')

The righteous church will reimburse the money and the evil god organization will approve the payment.

Pull a handful of wool from both sides.

I am indeed a born traitor...

Chapter 431 The Fool is Busy

Backlund, 'Bar of the Brave'.

In the huge private room, a brown-haired young man in a white shirt and black vest was silently holding a handful of cards.

Opposite him, there were several zombies sitting stiffly with expressionless faces and ashen complexions.

The game is played silently.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew by, the brown-haired young man's eyes twitched slightly, and he turned to a new page of the book in his hand.

This book is the latest masterpiece of fantasy writer Jon Joestar, titled "Scented Ghost". It is not long, but it suits someone's appetite very much...

"You can totally do this kind of thing yourself." The brown-haired young man said in a cold tone.

If you look closely, you can still see the murderous intent and madness that he is suppressing in his eyes.

No one responded.

The room was still dead silent.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

The brown-haired young man was stunned for a moment, then with a sullen face, he controlled the zombie closest to the door to open it.

But I saw a well-dressed and tall young gentleman standing outside the door.

"Kaspers introduced me." He smiled slightly. "He said there is someone here who can help me."

"Come in." The brown-haired young man's expression remained unchanged.

Hearing this, the young gentleman stepped into the private room, took off his hat and introduced himself: "My name is Jon, Jon Joestar."

Ok?

The brown-haired young man's eyes became colder.

At the same time, the temperature in the room dropped rapidly!

"You are not welcome here." The brown-haired young man said calmly, "Please leave."

"Whether you make money or not, are you sure?" Jon smiled and scanned around the room.

Finally, let your eyes rest on an inconspicuous mirror.

The brown-haired young man stood up.

In an instant, all the zombies playing cards stopped what they were doing and stared at Jon.

"It seems you know where I come from." Jon was not nervous at all. He dragged a zombie away and sat down next to the brown-haired young man.

The brown-haired young man hesitated for a moment and said truthfully: "Extraordinary people like you who travel among the major official churches are very famous in our circle."

Regular fundraising and habitual reporting.

Not only is he free to get along under the noses of the major churches, but he is also ambiguous with several ladies and ladies, and his reputation is far and wide.

Although it is said that John Joestar is only a Sequence 6, many people believe that it is just a disguise...

"Ha, I'm so honored." Jon leaned back in his chair, his peripheral vision caught sight of the book in front of the brown-haired young man, and asked with a smile, "Should I be happy that he's so famous?"

"I told you, you are not welcome here." The brown-haired young man's attitude remained cold.

Jon gradually stopped smiling and said word by word: "Don't teach me how to do things."

As soon as he finished speaking, the aura of a mythical creature suddenly burst out.

Although it was only a moment, it was enough to make the brown-haired young man, a Sequence 6 Zombie, feel like he was falling into an icy cave.

"The rumors are true, John Joestar is definitely more than just a 'disaster priest'!" The brown-haired young man's face was even paler than usual.

call--

A dark wind blew.

Next to the brown-haired young man, a young woman with long blond hair and blue eyes suddenly appeared. She had a very delicate appearance, but her face was extremely pale. She wore a complicated and exquisite black Gothic court dress and a small black soft hat.

The young woman said nothing, but just stared at Jon with her blue eyes.

"You should stop acting when it's appropriate. Don't forget who you are... No one has stipulated what a 'Ghost' should be like." Jon shrugged and pointed to the sofa opposite him. "Sit down."

I don't know, I thought he was the owner of this place.

The young woman was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay."

Her voice is quite nice, but too cold.

Seeing this, the brown-haired young man also sat down obediently.

Jon scratched his brows. "This is difficult. Originally I just wanted you to help me find something, but now you know my true strength..."

Halfway through his words, he changed the subject and asked, "How is it? Is what I wrote good?"

The young woman answered truthfully, "It looks good."

Before this, she had never read a novel with a ghost as the protagonist.

Because of its own particularity, she couldn't help but put herself into it.

Then she discovered that doing so actually had the effect of stabilizing human nature and preventing it from getting out of control.

Jon crossed his legs. "How can you be a good 'ghost' if you hide here every day? Go out and scare people. The scarier the rumors, the faster your potion will digest."

The young woman had no reaction to this.

She is a "temperanceist" who advocates suppressing instincts.

In other words, a fairly restrained homebody ghost.

"Forget it, I'm just giving you a suggestion, you can listen to it or not." Jon didn't force it, and turned his head to talk about the business, "I got news of a Sequence 5 Extraordinary item in some way, but recently I I have a new plan, and I can't get away for a while."

As he spoke, he handed the clue he had bought at the extraordinary gathering to the young woman.

The young woman took it, glanced at it, and said coldly: "Can I refuse?"

"It was possible before, but not now." Jon said in a very casual tone: "Not killing you is already a special favor."

The young woman and the brown-haired young man did not speak.

Jon blinked and suddenly thought of something. "Come to think of it, you, the 'moderation faction', are quite suitable to join that master and become his followers."

He pulled out an expensive pen from his suit pocket and wrote the three-part name of the deity on the desk.

"Don't say I don't take care of you. Not everyone has this opportunity." Jon, a veteran cat keeper, smiled.

He, who could see the trajectory of fate, knew that the young woman was named Sharon and the brown-haired young man was named Maric, and both of them were defectors from the "Rose School".

The 'Rose School' is a secret organization that believes in the 'Bound God'. Due to their different philosophies, they are divided into the 'Temperance Faction' and the 'Hedonism Faction'.

Jon couldn't say which philosophy was orthodox. He only knew that the Sequence 0 "The Bound" of this path had been secretly controlled by the "Mother Tree of Desire" and turned into a tool for harvesting faith and spreading desire.

This also means that this path has a lot of room for manipulation...

Moreover, the adjacent path of the "Prisoner" path is the "Criminal" path. The old days corresponding to the two are "Father of Demons", "Lord of Alien" and "Source of Curse", and the corresponding source quality is "Shadow World".

What else is there to say?

Of course, such a dangerous thing must be controlled in one's own hands to relieve Klein's pressure.

"I'm such a good person." Qiao was almost moved to tears by himself.

Sharon and Maric looked at the three-part honorific name written on the table, and their calm moods, like an ancient well, suddenly fluctuated violently.

It turns out that behind John Joestar stands an evil god!

"Today happens to be a full moon. You two can choose one representative to pray to Him and explain that I asked you to do so..."

Jon stood up and thought for a moment. He pointed at Sharon and said, "Forget it, let's not elect a representative. Just elect you. There are too few women at the party now. It's boring."

Sharon: ...

'Party', is that a metaphor?

"Then, I hope to see you at the next party." Jon nodded.

After saying that, he opened the portal and disappeared on the spot.

The room fell into silence again.

For a long time, neither Sharon nor Maric spoke.

Seeing the time passing by bit by bit, the corners of Maric's eyes twitched slightly, "So—"

"Even from the teacher, I have never felt such an aura." Sharon's expression was calm. "At least Sequence 2, Sequence 1 is not excluded."

Sequence 1...

Maric felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

Sequence 1 angels have either one foot in the Kingdom of God or are the representatives of the true God’s will on earth.

Judging from John Joestar's situation, it should be the second one.

Hey~

In other words, they have no other choice at all.

Sharon took a deep look at the table, then erased all traces and flew into the mirror. "Tonight, I will pray to the Fool. You can go now. Don't worry about me."

Although she appears aloof, there is no doubt that Sharon cares about her companions.

Hearing this, Maric said without thinking: "Let's die together."

He unbuttoned the first button of his shirt. "Honestly, I've had enough of being a 'prisoner'."

no respond.

There was dead silence in the house.

That night.

The bright moon hangs high.

In a two-story building, Klein, disguised as Sherlock Moriarty, rested his legs comfortably on the table, listening to the music on the phonograph calmly.

Aurora will be very generous, Mr. A is very generous.

With the help of special funding, he has purchased everything and is waiting to put an advertisement in the newspaper tomorrow so that the detective agency can start normal business.

"I usually stay in the office. As a reserve member of the Church of Night, I don't have to report for duty every day. I just need to go to the church on Sundays..." Klein was thinking about how to play two roles next.

Suddenly, a shining crimson star appeared before his eyes.

He was very familiar with this scene.

I am trying to communicate spiritually.