The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

But, a year has passed.

Ten years passed until his mind became confused, and he never got the so-called opportunity.

So, Yim began to miss the past.

I began to miss that endless sea.

For the first time ever, he used the only 100 contribution points in his identity card and began to look for things he was familiar with.

but……

Coalition government.

New Navy.

Adventurers League.

This is not the world he is familiar with at all!

Im looked on.

He watched the Five Elder Stars die one by one.

He watched Monkey D. Dragonage speak publicly as leader of the coalition government.

He watched as Trafalgar Law, who was supposed to be dead, killed his enemy Don Quixote Doflamingo.

He watched as Portgas D. Ace, Red-Haired Shanks, Katakuri, and the Straw Hat Kid became the recognized four.

He watched as the holy land of Marijoa was rebuilt by a group of people he didn’t know, and many heavy stone slabs were moved to stand on it, which was called "real history."

He watched the elderly Kaido and Big Mom living out their days on a deserted island.

He watched as oppression and injustice were gradually eliminated, replaced by a new world full of life.

Im held out his hand.

Want to grasp those illusory and fleeting things.

But in the end, he withdrew his hand.

He has never been remembered by history.

He has been forgotten by the world.

He, once the behind-the-scenes ruler of the world government and the master of the Void Throne who wielded absolute power, gradually gave up thinking after being eroded by endless years.

Chapter 611 Thousand Faces

West of the Sea.

Feysac Empire, Cesar Port.

"Where is the person you are talking about?" Bishop Wilster Dale of the Church of War frowned.

He carried a huge sword with a handle wider than a door panel on his back. He did not wear a loose robe like an ordinary priest, but a tight suit suitable for activities. His arms and calves were also equipped with arm guards and leg armor that emitted spiritual fluctuations. His style was wild and looked extremely extraordinary.

"Please come with me, Bishop Dale."

The tavern owner, with a smile on his face, led Wilster Dale and his members of the Church of the God of War to the underground wine cellar.

In front of the wooden door, Wilster Dale narrowed his eyes, stared at the tavern owner's face and said, "You should know the consequences of deceiving the Church of the God of War. Believe me, I will tear you in half."

The tavern owner waved his hands, "How dare I!"

He swallowed and made the Ares Church's gesture of crossing his fists in front of his chest. "God of War, every word I, Old Bard, say is true."

Wilster Dale sneered.

The next second, he stretched out his hand and pushed the door open, showing the decisiveness of a warrior-like extraordinary person.

Of course, there are also some cowardly pagans who scorn their perseverance and courage as brainless reckless men.

Bang!

The wooden door made a loud bang.

Wilster Dale strode in without hesitation.

The light in the wine cellar was very dim, with only some lamps made of sea fluorite hanging around, emitting bursts of faint light.

There is a table and some chairs in the center.

Wilster Dale looked around and saw a tall and strong man with deep eyes, about 35 years old, with white hair. He was wearing an Intis-style long windbreaker, hunting boots, and two long swords in his hands, with a tough and deep temperament.

"An extraordinary person on the warrior path." Wilster Dale made a judgment in his heart.

And he almost immediately realized that the other party's level was not low and did not belong to the Church of the God of War.

That is to say...

A wild 'warrior'.

"I didn't expect that." Wilster Dale took off the huge sword from his back and sat down opposite the white-haired man. "These days, there are still wandering warriors."

Ever since the war between the Kingdom of Loen and the Feysac Empire, the power of the Church of the God of War has been greatly reduced. For various reasons, all the Beyonders of the Warrior Path have been subjected to varying degrees of "special treatment" by the other official churches, and their lives have been quite miserable.

Nowadays, wandering "warriors" are quite rare.

Of course, it's also suspicious.

"White Wolf, you can call me White Wolf." The white-haired man raised his head.

In the dim light, his eyes took on a beastly amber hue.

"White Wolf?" Wilster Dale remained noncommittal.

After a pause, he got straight to the point, "I heard that you can help me deal with some people?"

"As long as the price is reasonable, I can deal with anyone, whether it's a human or a supernatural being." The white-haired man stroked the sword in his hand while speaking, "This is the meaning of my existence."

"I understand the joy of battle." Upon hearing this, Wilster Dale showed the expression of a veteran.

But then, his face turned serious, "But the people I want to kill are in the Church of Night, the Aurora Society, and the Witch Sect. Can you handle it?"

The white-haired man listened, leaned forward slightly, and said in a nonchalant tone: "Name, I will give you a price."

Wilster Dale was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "It seems that you have some useful cards... Well, let me think about it. I want the life of Sherlock Moriarty, the Saint of the Aurora Society. How much should I give you?"

"Heh, it seems those shady guys from the Aurora Society have indeed caused you some trouble." The white-haired man chuckled.

Wilster Dale asked back: "So you are not from Feysac? Looking at your figure and appearance, I thought we were compatriots."

"I'm a wanderer." The white-haired man shrugged. "Country or something like that means nothing to me."

Then he changed the subject, "If it's the famous Mr. X... I want this amount."

As he spoke, he held up three fingers.

"Three hundred thousand is a very reasonable price." Wilster Dale nodded with a very straightforward attitude.

“In addition to the reward, the extraordinary items and the extraordinary characteristics left on the other party will also belong to me.” The white-haired man added slowly.

Wilster Dale was still straightforward, "No problem, as long as you can kill him, you can keep everything."

money?

What's the use of money.

As long as I can get rid of that dark and weird bug, I won’t feel bad about spending any amount of money!

The white-haired man smiled and said, "Well, I want a 20% deposit!"

"Okay." Wilster Dale waved back.

Immediately, someone trotted over and placed a heavy purse on the table.

Wilster Dale was about to speak.

Suddenly, a sticky, mud-like feeling crept up my body.

He felt his consciousness was in a trance, and even the white wolf in front of him had layers of double images.

"You!" No matter how stupid he was, Wilster Dale realized that he had fallen into a trap.

The white-haired man didn't hesitate and slashed with both swords!

Unfortunately, Wilster Dale was able to become the bishop of the Church of the God of War not by being merciful. Even though his consciousness was quite blurred, he still swung the broadsword by instinct to block the attack of the white-haired man.

"Get out!" Wilster Dale shouted angrily.

The white-haired man took a few steps back, a faint smile on his face, "Don't resist, become my new secret doll."

"Secret doll...you...are not a warrior..." Wilster Dale said with difficulty.

"You said I'm not a warrior, but I think I am." The white-haired man shrugged. "How can a warrior who backstabs others not be a warrior?"

Wilster Dale: ???

Finally, the spiritual thread was completely controlled and his eyes gradually dimmed.

"Huh——" the white-haired man heaved a sigh of relief in an ungraceful manner.

He looked at the members of the Church of the God of War who had quietly died at the door, stroked his smooth chin and murmured, "Not enough..."

While they were talking, a dark-haired, well-mannered, bookish young man came into the underground wine cellar. He took off his hat and greeted the white-haired man, "Well done, Mr. White Wolf."

"It's your good plan, Mr. Moretti." The white-haired man smiled slightly.

At this time, a charming, cold, pale-skinned, crazy handsome man emerged from Wilster Dale's body and said jokingly, "What about me? If I hadn't controlled him first, would you have succeeded so easily?"

"Of course, of course, I can't forget you, so elegant..."

“Respectable…”

"Mercy and compassion..."

Klein and the white-haired man said in unison: "...Yes, Mr. Moriarty."

After looking at each other, the three of them showed the same expression and smiled.

After laughing for a while, Klein said, "Okay, today's show ends here. Let's get out of here quickly."

The white-haired man and the crazy handsome guy nodded.

Then, the two of them mysteriously slipped into Klein's shadow.

Klein pressed down the brim of his hat and skillfully collected the valuables here, as well as the body of the bishop of the Church of the God of War. He suddenly turned into a ball of fire, burning, extinguishing, and disappearing without a trace.

Twenty minutes later, the daughter of a wealthy businessman named Claire Capet left the chaotic port in a carriage.

……

……

"The acting has reached its critical point." Claire, the gender-swapped version of Klein, sat in the carriage, holding a teacup very elegantly.

After going to sea, she experienced many hardships and was finally promoted to 'Master of Secret Puppet'. She successfully summarized the rules of acting, treating each secret puppet as an independent person, and performing a wonderful puppet show from time to time.

So far, Klein has a total of four secret puppets in his hands.

Claire Capet——Angel of lust, wanton witch of disaster.

Sherlock Moriarty——Mr. X of the Aurora Society, a true creator, and the head of the Aurora Society's Feysac region.

White Wolfe - A freelance mercenary, a crazy adventurer who would do anything for money.

And the latest one... Wilster Dale - Bishop of the Church of the God of War, Warrior sequence, Sequence 5 Guardian.

“Vilst is the key to breaking into the headquarters of the Church of the God of War. He needs to be carefully trained.” Klein muttered to himself and released Velster.

The original bishop of the Church of the God of War had been killed by him in the wine cellar, and the one sitting opposite him now was just an empty shell that was completely under his control.

However, Klein still followed the role-playing rules of the 'Master of Secret Puppetry' and perfectly endowed Verster with his own personality and characteristics.

However, the burly bishop raised his head and looked down at Klein with a condescending look. He said in a buzzing voice, "It is not easy to break into the headquarters of the Church of the God of War. The war is in a tense state right now. The Church of the God of War is very strict in internal review and has Sequence 2 Beyonder Items as an aid to prevent the Church of the Evernight from sneaking in."

“How rude! Are all you Feysac people like this?” Klein smiled brightly without any psychological burden.

Verster snorted coldly, "Rude? That's called masculinity. A delicate Miss Rune like you should go back quickly, or you will be swallowed up by this land without leaving anything behind."

"Ha." Klein smiled and said nothing.

Suddenly, the expression on Wilster's face returned to dullness.

And Klein also returned to her normal expression, pinching her brows with a headache.