The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

He was in high spirits, wearing an expensive and sophisticated suit, a silver ring inlaid with a ruby ​​on his hand, and his hair was combed meticulously and shiny.

However, Emlyn's arrival was somewhat unfortunate.

Jon was not home at the moment.

Instead, the generous Mr. Azik received him in the study.

"You must be Mr. Emlyn White that Jon always mentioned." Azik smiled calmly and gently, "After meeting him today, I can see that he is indeed extraordinary."

Emlyn had not taken this honest man from the southern continent seriously. When he heard him praising him, he came to his senses, raised his head proudly, and said lightly, "You are too kind."

It’s not that he doesn’t know manners, but that all vampires treat humans in almost the same manner.

After all, one is an immortal species and the other is a short-lived species.

In addition, Azik was reluctant to reveal his aura as the Angel of Death, which led to Emlyn treating him as the steward of the manor.

Just saying a word is already a special favor.

Azik saw Emlyn's contempt for him, but he didn't say much and continued to smile gently.

I was just trying to find another topic to chat more with this interesting vampire guy.

Suddenly, he noticed that Emlyn's attention was attracted by something in the study.

Following the other person's gaze, Azik suddenly realized and kindly reminded him, "This is Jon's personal collection. It is said to have other uses. Normally, no one can get close to it."

Emlyn seemed not to hear it. His blood-red eyes flashed with excitement, and he kept muttering to himself, "It's so beautiful!"

What caught his eye were three neatly arranged dolls.

I don’t know what material the doll is made of, but it looks exactly like a real person.

It is worth mentioning that all three dolls are neutral, feminine and beautiful, regardless of gender.

Emlyn, who was used to seeing beautiful girls in gothic skirts, seemed to have opened the door to a new world!

Seeing that Emlyn was about to lose his mind, Azik coughed lightly and was about to remind him.

Suddenly, a voice sounded in his ears.

The Son of Death was stunned, thought for a moment, and decisively chose to watch the show.

Emlyn walked up to the three dolls like a madman, gazing at the workmanship that seemed to be carved by gods with a dazed look, and said excitedly, "They are so beautiful. If I can take one home, I would be willing to spend all my money to get one!"

Don’t underestimate a figure lover’s obsession with exquisite figures.

Emlyn was so overjoyed that he even forgot about important matters and Azik's previous reminder.

He stretched out his hand excitedly and touched the face of the doll in the middle.

The dull puppet's eyes suddenly turned blood red, and he spoke in a mechanical and emotionless tone, "Boy, are you looking for death?"

These words seemed to turn on a magical switch.

The two puppets on the left and right also came to life one after another, saying sarcastically: "Medici, you are being teased like a woman."

"That's right, isn't he just a bitch? Otherwise, why would he fall into the hands of that fellow Arista?"

Oh my god, the doll is alive!

Even though Emlyn was used to seeing strange things, his heart suddenly beat fast and he couldn't help but take four or five steps back.

With a bang, he crashed into someone's arms.

Turning my head, I happened to be met with a pair of eyes as dark as night.

"Do you like it?" Jon said with a smile, "If you like it, I'll give you one."

“No, no, no!” Emlyn shook his head like a wave drum, and said in fear and embarrassment: “I… I was just taking a look, I didn’t mean anything else.”

Jon shrugged. "Are you sure you don't want it? This is a limited edition. If you miss it, you'll never see it again."

Who would want this kind of shit?

Emlyn waved his hands repeatedly.

Jon didn't force it and took him back to the sofa.

After watching the whole good show, Azik felt that he had nothing to do here and left the study tactfully.

And those three top-notch puppets are still clamoring.

"You little bastard, as soon as I can move again, I will chop off your hands."

"Okay, okay, be tough."

"What a great idea. It's just a vampire. What's the big deal if I kill him?"

"Einhorn, you clearly want to start a war between Medici and those old bats."

"Sauron shut up!"

"Shut up Soren!"

Emlyn was obedient and pretended not to hear those voices.

Jon said with interest, "You can't touch this little guy. We are all members of the Church of Fools, and no one is nobler than anyone else. Of course, if you insist on killing him, I can't do anything about it."

After listening to the first half, Emlyn felt a little relieved, but after listening to the second half, he was so scared that he almost ran away.

However, after seeing Jon's expression, he knew that this unreliable angel must be joking, so he calmed down and talked about business, "Your Majesty Jon, I have already done what you asked. The blood clan has been working overtime these days to produce enough potions for the whole city."

As soon as the letter was thrown over, all of Backlund's vampires immediately turned into employees of the black-hearted factory, working 24 hours a day, as if they were split in half, to produce all kinds of potions, and they had to pay for the materials themselves.

However, no one had any complaints.

Because not only did Marquis Nibais speak personally, even the dukes far away in the southern continent also sent orders, asking for full cooperation and no mistakes.

Any sneaky behavior will be regarded as betrayal of the vampire clan.

Under such heavy pressure, who would dare not do their best?

Fortunately, the level of those potions was not very high, and with full speed operation, production went smoothly.

It's just a pity for those young vampires who indulge in sensual pleasures all day long. Banquets and salons didn't do anything to them, but the pharmaceutical assembly line made them look like pandas.

"Very good, I feel confident in the potions made by you vampires. However, it is not enough to supply the whole city with them. We must expand production and strive to benefit the whole country." Jon said with a smile, fully experiencing the fun of the black-hearted factory owner.

No need to pay wages, and you can work continuously for 24 hours, and you don’t even need to provide your own raw materials. Where can you find such a good business?

Of course, every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor. He, Qiao, is just a messenger. The one who truly issues the decree is the Mother Goddess of the Earth, the former ancestor of the blood clan, Lilith.

In order to stand on the right side, the woman began to order these servants around like a mule.

However, it's all worth it.

These potions will definitely be of great use!

Thinking of this, Jon stood up, walked to the three temporary bodies of Medici, Soren and Einhorn, and asked, "Are you ready?"

Six eyes blinked at the same time.

“The storm is coming.”

"Dark clouds will arrive soon."

"The war is about to begin."

Finally, the three of them said in unison: "We are ready."

"Very good." Jon nodded. "Whether we can become the Orthodox Church this time depends on your performance."

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……

Seven hours later, somewhere in the Sonia Sea.

The 'Blue Avenger' slowly moved forward.

Since joining the Church of Fools, Alger has shown some signs of cleansing himself up. He no longer engages in pirate activities, but instead often hunts pirates in exchange for bounties.

With his strength as the Wind-Favored One, plus the fact that he possessed the Sequence 5 Extraordinary Item Knight's Grip, and that he could always find more than one angel to back him up, all these conditions allowed him to even earn the title of Lieutenant General in a short period of time.

'Lancelottery Blue' Alger Wilson, how pleasant it sounds~

In the thin white mist, the ghost ship moved forward quietly, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

Alger, wearing his captain's coat, stood alone on the bow, admiring the white world with an extremely focused look in his eyes.

Suddenly, his eyes focused, and some silver-white spots appeared deep in his eyes.

But in the distant fog, a huge ship with sails flying passed silently.

There was not just one large ship, but many similar ships following behind, forming a long fleet.

“Here it comes!” Alger’s heart trembled.

Recalling the instructions of 'Mr. Fate', he quickly suppressed his uneasiness, lowered his head, and prayed silently.

"Great God of War, symbol of iron and blood, lord of turmoil and strife, I ask for your attention."

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……

Contrary to his usual behavior, Klein used the Faceless Man's ability to pinch his face back and returned home.

Because it was Saturday, Benson and Melissa were at home.

They were both very happy to see the newcomer, because Klein hadn't been back for some time.

“Melissa, Benson, listen to me.” Klein’s face was full of seriousness. “Don’t worry about anything else. Come with me now!”

“What’s wrong?” Seeing Klein’s unprecedented solemn expression, Benson was extremely confused.

Klein checked his pocket watch to confirm the time, and said briefly: "I received internal information that Backlund is about to face an air raid!"

Air raid?

The brother and sister were shocked.

You know, Backlund is the capital of the Kingdom of Loen, how could there be an air raid!

“There’s no time to explain.” Klein grabbed Benson and Melissa’s arms and dragged them outside without saying anything.

Outside the house, a carriage had been waiting for a long time.

Klein pushed his family into the car and drove them personally to St. Musser's Cathedral.

"Don't come out until the air raid is over."

"I have things to do."

"Don't worry about me, I can protect myself."

After giving a few brief instructions, Klein drove away.

Almost at the moment when Melissa and Benson were dragged into St. Musser's Cathedral by priests and nuns in a daze, Klein's inspiration was touched.

He pulled the bridle and looked up at the sky.

However, in the not-so-thin sky, dark brown airships were approaching in dense numbers.

The hulls of those airships were painted with diagonal red, white, and yellow tricolor logos—that was the national flag of Feysac!

Oh oh oh!

Alarms were sounded.

A large number of airships cut in from the northern area and came over the sky of this international city.

However, as soon as they approached the official churches such as St. Mussel's Cathedral and Holy Wind Cathedral, the Orthodox Churches seemed to be prepared.

Dark energy and green wind blades whizzed towards the target like surface-to-air missiles.

However, just as these defensive measures were about to hit the airbag of the airship, there was a buzzing sound and an invisible defense appeared out of thin air, blocking all the attacks outside.

Under the violent attack, these transparent force fields became shaky, but they finally held on.

wow-

The gun muzzles, machine gun ports, and launching ports on the airship opened one after another, aiming coldly and mercilessly downwards.

Klein took a deep breath, jumped off the carriage, put on Chick's Ring, and ascended to the Witch of Scourge.

He doesn't want to see war and even hates it.