The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

Unexpectedly, Bai Lang was very ungrateful, "We are not brothers, I just do things with money."

"Whoever saves my life is my brother." Bishop Rommel was extremely generous.

Under the premise that the interests of the church are not involved, he is very willing to take the initiative to make friends with this talented warrior who can force Sherlock Moriarty to retreat.

“Whatever you want, but don’t forget my reward.” White Wolf crossed his arms and said in an unkind manner, “Give me a definite answer as to when you will give me the Beyonder Characteristics.”

Bishop Rommel smiled and said, "Do you dare to come back to the Church of the God of War with me right now?"

The white wolf glanced at him and sneered, "Do you think I'm a rookie who has never seen the world? Ha, I won't go!"

Chapter 622 Mr. Hong

Consider the lines a thousand times.

Rehearse countless moves.

A plot full of ups and downs.

Superb acting skills.

—A perfect drama.

Of course, this is only half the story.

And now, it's halftime.

……

……

Sherlock Moriarty slowly emerged from the shadows and adjusted his collar gracefully.

He took out his pocket watch and looked at it, then stood there expressionlessly, as if waiting for someone.

Not long after, a young man with black hair and black eyes, with a playful smile on his face, came quietly to Sherlock Moriarty.

Sherlock Moriarty bowed his head respectfully when he saw it, "Your Majesty."

Jon looked at the other person and asked, "Okay, what should I call you? Sherlock, or... the Dark Angel, Sasriel?"

"Of course it's Sherlock, I'm Sherlock Moriarty, Lord Klein's assistant." Sherlock answered calmly.

Jon asked again: "Even if you already have self-awareness, are you willing to live as a shadow?"

"This is my mission and the meaning of my existence." Sherlock Moriarty remained calm.

After a pause, he smiled for the first time, "Besides, there's nothing wrong with shadows."

"OK, as long as you're happy." Jon shrugged.

'Sherlock Moriarty' is one of Klein's fabricated identities, and is also a secret puppet controlled by him.

However, this secret doll is different from other secret dolls.

At certain moments, it is possible to control without the use of spiritual threads.

Because this flesh and blood body condensed by the black iron cross contains the self-consciousness of the new generation of dark angels, which is equivalent to a highly intelligent AI with demigod strength.

Therefore, Klein dared to disguise himself as the White Wolf and fight against Sherlock Moriarty.

Otherwise, even if he had rich experience in puppet show performances, he would inevitably reveal his flaws in front of a hunting bishop of the Church of the God of War.

"All gifts from fate are secretly marked with a price. The true Creator keeps you by Klein's side, which can be regarded as an advance investment..." Jon smiled and lightly skipped the topic.

He held out his hand to Sherlock Moriarty. "Then you'll be following me around for the next while."

"It's my pleasure." Sherlock Moriarty bowed.

Then the whole person twisted and turned into countless shadows that merged into the black iron cross.

Jon hung the cross around his neck, put his hands in his pockets, and disappeared in an instant.

next second.

He came to Saint Miron, the capital of the Feysac Empire.

This is different from Backlund, where the overall environment is relatively stable.

At this time, Saint Milon was completely shrouded in the shadow of war.

Recruitment advertisements can be seen everywhere on the streets.

There were even Feysac soldiers in military uniforms who openly conscripted young men and forced them into steam trucks.

"How cruel." Jon sighed.

But, that’s all.

He has no political stance.

Nor does it belong to any camp.

Such scenes happen either here or there.

It made no difference to him.

Shaking his head, Jon walked away quietly.

in fact……

As early as when he sighed, the Feysac Recruiting Team had already spotted this tall and strong-looking black-haired young man.

However, when they saw that Jon was wearing a coat and leather shoes that were clearly different from those of ordinary civilians, they decisively did not move forward - the poor children went to the battlefield, while the rich children drank hot soup.

This is true in any world.

Closer to home——

Jon did not walk aimlessly, but took many turns and came to a small bar located in a remote area.

After entering the door, the waiter came forward and asked, "Hello, sir, do you have a reservation?"

"I'm looking for 'Mr. Red.'" Jon said with a smile.

Hearing this, the waiter's expression suddenly became respectful, and he extended his hand to invite, "Please follow me."

Just like the bar where Sharon and Maric once hid, this bar obviously had many hidden dark rooms. After passing through one wall after another, Jon came to an iron door.

The waiter smiled at Jon and left tactfully.

Jon reached out and pushed the door open.

squeak-

The iron door made a teeth-grinding sound.

"Look who's here?"

"Great, merciful, most noble..."

"Lord Jon Joestar!"

The red-haired man sitting on the sofa had a fearless, villain-like smirk on his face. He was wearing a black leather armor and had a rusty long sword in his hand.

The most peculiar thing is that there is a flag mark between his eyebrows, and his face with obvious signs of corrosion has three mouths.

"Long time no see, my hot pot baby." Jon also gave a wicked smile.

Isn't it just being sarcastic? Everyone can do that.

Upon hearing this, the 'three-in-one' red angel evil spirit immediately broke through the defense.

"Three months later, another three months, and another three months after that. It's almost been a year!"

"You promised us!"

"I want my own body!"

The three-in-one is worthy of being a three-in-one, and its noise level is three times that of an ordinary person.

Jon scratched his ears and said, "Why are you so anxious? If I break my promise, there's nothing you can do. Don't use such low-level provocations to deal with me. It's annoying to hear."

As soon as these words came out, the Red Angel Evil Spirit decisively shut his mouth.

After a pause, the three of them continued, "We have established a base in Feysac according to your instructions."

"The Iron Cross has been integrated and is ready to go at any time."

"We have also inquired about the situation of the Einhorn family. With Einhorn himself acting as the traitor, those protections and seals are simply useless."

Jon was amazed and said, "Wow, you guys really did a lot."

"Of course—" the red angel evil spirits said in unison.

Then the three of them started arguing.

"Don't copy me."

"Isn't that what I should be saying?"

"Shut up Medici, shut up Soren!"

"Shut up Einhorn!" x2

The Red Priest's Beyonder just makes people feel particularly angry. Jon pinched his brows and said helplessly: "Alright, alright, stop arguing. I promised you that I will make the body as soon as possible."

After he finished speaking, the Red Angel Evil Spirit put his hands on his knees like a good baby, with a look of anticipation on his face.

The corners of Jon's mouth slightly raised, "I have good news for you. In addition to the body I promised you before, I have a special reward here..."

'Special reward'?

The Red Angel Evil Spirit couldn't help but prick up his ears.

Jon spoke slowly in a calm tone: "Amon still has a copy of the Beyonder characteristic of the Red Priest Path Sequence 1. I have decided to use this as a reward for him in a future operation."

Like a devil, he whispered to the Red Angel Evil Spirit, "Think about it. When you have your own bodies, whoever can first accommodate the Beyonder characteristics of Sequence 1 will be one step closer to that position."

Hunters are not the only ones who stir up trouble and stir up trouble.

When it comes to playing with people's hearts, 'Criminal' is better.

and so--

The Red Angel Evil Spirit knew that there were many doubts about this statement, but he still couldn't help but take the bait.

The extraordinary characteristics of Sequence 1, this thing is so good!

Even if it's a pit, we have to rush in.

After teasing the hot pot babe with pancakes, Jon finally got back to business, "So, who can tell me the details of the Einhorn royal family?"

The Red Angel Ghost (the part that belonged to Einhorn) spoke up quickly: "Me, me, me!"

Jon listened attentively.

Einhorn cleared his throat and said with a half-smile, "I haven't seen you for many years. Those useless juniors are more promising than the last. From the Black Emperor Solomon to the Night Emperor Trunsoest, they were able to survive safely until the end of the war every time. Later, with the support of the Seven Gods, they established Feysac and became the royal family."

The ancestor of Einhorn sighed, "Who would have thought that the little kids back then would become like this..."

"Stranger?" Jon asked.

Einhorn was silent.

Then he smiled with relief and said, "However, their spiritual seals and protective methods are still the same ones I left behind. There is absolutely no improvement at all."

"Yeah, who would have thought that Ancestor Einhorn would one day take the lead in rebelling?"

"You've grown up by chance, but you're still a woman at heart, Einhorn, you stinky bitch!"

"It's just—"

There is always someone who ruthlessly sabotages me when I am showing off.

Besides, I'm already a man.

Besides, Sauron, why are you joining in the fun? It's as if you were not transformed from a woman.

Seeing that the three were about to quarrel again, Jon quickly waved his hand and said, "In other words, you can easily enter Einhorn's palace and various forbidden areas, right?"

"Yes," Einhorn answered affirmatively.

He rubbed his hands together and said, "If this is accomplished, will it be considered a meritorious service?"

Jon nodded. "Of course it does. It's a great achievement."