The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

“Then… create another account!” Klein finally made up his mind.

He wants to fabricate a secret identity and become his own mouthpiece in the Tarot Club, saying things that a "fool" is not suitable to say, and doing things that a "fool" is not suitable to do!

Just do it.

Klein began to pinch his face.

This is something that is easy to do.

Not long after, a white-haired man with deep eyes appeared in front of him. He was about 35 years old, wearing an Intis-style windbreaker and hunting boots, with a tough and deep temperament.

"From now on, you are White Wolfe."

Klein added a little fun into it, paying tribute to a famous demon hunter, Mr. White Wolf.

However, the only one who could notice this is the current "Black Emperor" trapped in the secret tomb...

Thinking of this, Klein sighed.

"Old Huang, I have spent a lot of money on you. You must repay me for this favor in the future."

……

……

"Despicable! Shameless!"

"Localization of the online version, right?"

"Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, it's all over. I didn't even have the nerve to copy it back then, and you actually copied it like this?"

"A Chinese Ghost Story? Humph, it's just bullying those uneducated natives."

"It's boring, it's boring, these are all left over from my old Huang's play."

In the secret mausoleum on the nameless island, Roselle complained while looking delighted.

Ok.

After reading these things, he was finally sure.

The man who now sits on the throne of "The Fool" is not only a fellow countryman, but also a fellow Chinese.

Tsk, isn't this a coincidence?

what?

Anyone who can understand the diary is Chinese?

But Russell himself also knows English.

Who can say for sure about this kind of thing?

However, anyone who can copy books and localize the Singularity.com text must be a Chinese person without a doubt.

Moreover, he was of the same generation as him.

Russell was very relieved.

But Bernadette on the other end of the video looked much better.

Because she couldn't understand what her husband was mumbling.

It’s simple. Russell just spoke in Chinese and Beibei couldn’t understand.

This resulted in her holding the works of John Joestar, unable to read them or leave them.

Roselle came back to his senses and laughed, "Sorry Bernadette, I just thought of something interesting."

In order to avoid awkward moments, he took the initiative to ask, "You should be able to get promoted, right?"

Bernadette nodded. "The potion has been almost digested, but I still lack a drop of mythical creature blood, and I don't have time to care about such things recently."

"You, you worry too much. You should smile more often." When video chatting with his precious daughter, Roselle did not have the dignity of an emperor at all. "If I really die, it won't be a big deal. But you, if you can become stronger, you can have more..."

He was about to say the word 'doomsday', but then he realized something and quickly stopped talking, saying, "It just means one more ability to protect yourself."

Bernadette bit her lip lightly and said nothing.

Seeing this, Roselle blinked and said, "How about this, you ask The Fool for a drop of blood from a mythical creature in my name.

In return, you will tell him about a treasure I have buried on an island.

Although those things are of little use to the gods, they can definitely enhance the strength of his subordinates, so they are worth a lot of money."

Chapter 455: Silly Dependents

A treasure buried on an unknown island?

This deal is worth doing!

Nowadays, The Fool has many angels under his command.

Not counting Jon Joestar, there are also Azik Eggers and Will Auceptin.

When the oracle comes down, a drop of blood will not be a problem.

The key is……

Isn’t it a bad idea to do this?

Klein couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

She knew very well that any devotion must be repaid with a gift, especially from an evil god like The Fool who was not recognized by the world.

It would be bad if you were blinded by greed and committed a serious mistake.

After thinking for a long time, Klein used the power of the gray fog to reply to Bernadette: "I will give you my blood soon. Please give my regards to Roselle on my behalf."

After he finished speaking, he severed contact.

When his consciousness returned to the real world, Klein saw that there was no one around, so he cut his finger with his fingernail and squeezed out a drop of blood.

The blood is alluring and fragrant, like sweet honey dew.

But after a while, the spirituality evaporated and it became no different from an ordinary blood bead.

Seeing this, Klein was a little disappointed.

I wanted to "feed myself well", exploit the "Original Witch" bug, and sell blood for money, so that the suffering I have endured during this period would be more worthwhile.

However, unexpectedly, under the influence of the rules, these crooked ideas are completely useless.

“If I had known, I would have secretly kept some of Barranca’s blood. Forget it, I should ask Mr. Azik for a drop of blood. He’d better talk…” Finally, Klein made up his mind.

In return, she will share with Azik the secret of the treasure left behind by Roselle.

It’s a win-win situation and no one suffers.

Just do it.

Klein took off Chick's Ring for the time being.

Of course, this did not restore her to her original state, but her status dropped sharply, returning to Sequence 6 of the Fortuneteller path.

Using the Faceless Man's ability to pinch his own face, Klein finally turned back into the bookish black-haired young man.

After changing his clothes again, he slowly walked out of his temporary residence and came to the 'Jostar Manor'.

Jon was not there and no one knew what he was busy with.

Klein didn't care and went straight to find Azik.

"Mr. Azik." He smiled, "I need your help."

Azik smiled when he saw that it was Klein who came. "Klein... ahem, Klein, I haven't seen you lately. Are you okay?"

The Son of Death is always gentle and considerate, and he sees things but never speaks them out.

After training, Klein's thick skin was no longer comparable to that of ordinary people. He showed no signs of abnormality and answered fluently, "The Church of Night has been unstable recently. I have been on duty at St. Samuel's Cathedral and only had the opportunity to come out today."

If you say yes, then it is.

Azik still smiled.

At first glance, it looks like a loving elder coaxing a child.

Even though Klein had a strong mind, he couldn't help but blush when he met his mentor's half-smile. He simply got straight to the point and stated his request truthfully.

After listening, Azik was silent for a while, then nodded and said, “Since it is Mr. Fool’s order.”

As he spoke, he made a small cut on the palm of his hand and took out a drop of pure gray blood.

As the blood came out, the whole room was suddenly filled with an atmosphere of decay and silence.

Klein was horrified and took three steps back.

When Azik saw it, he quickly used a secret technique to seal it, turning it into a crystal clear amber. He then handed it to Klein and said with a smile, “Speaking of which, Miss Bernadette and I often meet. If she asks in person, I will help her.

Now that it has passed through your hands, you have made some money from it."

After resolving the issue of his origins, Azik's temperament became more cheerful, and his attitude towards Klein became more intimate. It really felt like a transformation between a foster father and a foster son.

Klein held the amber in his hand and said nothing, only grinning foolishly.

Azik shook his head and said, "The situation is turbulent. You must become stronger as soon as possible. Only by becoming a saint on earth can you have the power to protect yourself."

With his keen eyesight, he could naturally see that the reason why Klein possessed the power of a witch was all thanks to the ring inlaid with sapphire.

Although extraordinary items are also part of strength.

But, external things are external things after all.

The only way to achieve a higher level of advancement is to take the right path.

Hearing this, Klein nodded solemnly.

Changing the subject, "Mr. Azik, where is Jon Joestar?"

"His Majesty Jon said that he would first visit Mr. A and then go to the Harvest Church to rescue someone." Azik stared at Klein and said seriously, "His Majesty is acting on God's will. Don't ask too many questions about what he does."

Don't think that just because you are favored by gods you can be disrespectful to the King of Angels.

When the critical moment comes, your identity as a follower will not be able to protect you.

Azik did not say these words to Klein, but he knew that this smart child of his... ahem, student, could comprehend the deeper meaning behind them.

Klein looked educated, but he didn't care in his heart.

I am the Fool myself, and naturally I am the one most favored by God.

But what Mr. Azik said does make sense.

Klein curled his lips as he remembered a certain guess.

but.

He decided to let things take their course and wait until the critical moment before making any decisions.

the other side.

In a small town fifty miles away from Backlund, John was having a friendly conversation with Mr. A.

Faced with a genuine High-Sequence Person, and one who had a very good relationship with the "True Creator", Mr. A's attitude was very humble, "Your Majesty Jon, the Lord can get a moment of peace, all thanks to your management.

Alas, as the head of the Aurora Society, I was unable to help with what happened not long ago."

When talking about the shameful things, Mr. A's body churned, as if he was about to spit out some squirming flesh and blood in the next second.

Jon is familiar with the characteristics of these "secret praying people" and quickly said, "Stabilizing the Royal Family of Loen, how can that not be a credit?"

After hearing this, Mr. A felt a little better, but he still kept his head down. "Unfortunately, the Loen royal family noticed something was wrong afterwards, turned against me, and forcibly expelled me from Backlund."

"Expulsion is the best outcome. If they weren't so busy, they might have taken action against you." Jon smiled. "Besides, this is also a chance to start over, right?"

Mr. A certainly knew what the other party was talking about, and he echoed, “I feel very relieved to hand over the Aurora Society to Sherlock. He is the Lord’s favored one, no different from me.

However, most of the new believers he recruited are ordinary people, and there are only a few "hermits" lurking among them. I am afraid that he will not have capable subordinates to command by then, and will not be able to accomplish anything."

It is because there are no extraordinary people that we can start over.

Otherwise, they could be replaced by a bunch of "secret praying people" who have nothing to do all day long and could just be packed up and sent to a mental hospital.

"Don't worry, I will help him." Jon took a sip of tea and said indifferently.

Mr. A was so happy that he couldn't say anything else. He could only sigh in his heart, "Good luck Sherlock."