The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

Amon looked at the statue of 'Mother of Heaven' with a half-smile, his meaning was obvious.

Klein's expression suddenly became serious.

No wonder little Zaratul is so miserable.

It turns out that I encountered a goddess.

Uh……

You can't criticize the goddess like this.

Children’s words should not be restrained. Children don’t understand and are just saying it as a joke.

If Amon and Little Zaratul weren't still there, Klein would have tapped his chest four times and bowed to the sky.

Unfortunately, there were outsiders present, and he had to save face, so he could only praise the goddess in his heart.

Seeing that Amon had exposed his predicament, little Zaratul's face became extremely gloomy. He stretched out his hand and said in an almost begging tone: "Help me... Amon... No, great angel king, help me..."

Little Zaratul knew that the Amon in front of him was just a historical projection.

But it doesn't matter.

If Amon's real body could be attracted.

Even if there are various restrictions of the Goddess of Night here, the Angel of Error can resolve them perfectly.

Compared to the useless little 'fortune teller', Amon is undoubtedly more reliable.

only……

Little Zaratul felt the call from the depths of his soul, and his heart moved slightly.

Amon spread his hands and said, "I am willing but unable to do anything. You should ask others to do it."

Little Zaratul pretended to be anxious.

Klein sniffed slightly and suddenly interrupted, "You want me to... uh, how can we help you."

The fish is hooked -

Little Zaratul licked his lips and said with a bitter face: "Young man, I don't know your name yet?"

“Bertrand.” Klein bowed slightly.

Little Zaratul did not doubt him and said, "Bertrand, it seems that you are the only one who can help me escape from here. Don't worry, after the task is completed, I will accept you as my personal disciple, and I will also prepare for you to be promoted to the Beyonder characteristic of 'Ancient Scholar' in return."

Klein laughed secretly in his heart.

But his expression remained calm, and he said, "Tell me how I can help you first, and I'll think about it."

Little Zaratul sat there without moving, pointing in a certain direction: "See the wall behind this statue? Is there a concave area on it?"

Turn around and look.

There were short and crude symbols carved one after another, but there was a blank space in the middle, which failed to connect into a shape. The blank area was the size of two palms, and was obviously sunken inwards, as if someone had dug out the stone bricks on the surface.

Klein nodded.

Little Zaratul said: "As long as you can find the corresponding obsidian and place it here, this wall can initially get rid of its 'hidden' state and present an illusory color. When the time comes, I will tell you a special symbol, which is the key to open the escape door on the wall."

Hearing this, Klein let out a "tsk".

So complicated.

Don't want to do it.

Also, what’s with this RPG game’s déjà vu feeling?

After a moment's silence, he stared at Little Zaratul and said, "Where is the obsidian you mentioned? Also, there should have been 'fortune tellers' who entered here before. Why did they fail?"

“Those people… hehe…”

Little Zaratul said in a subtle tone: "They didn't have time to leave the church before the red moon became clear, and were hung up there. The guy who gave himself a handsome face was one of them, and the little girl with flawless features was also one of them..."

Klein's heart trembled.

Red moon?

If the other party is not lying, when the red moon is clear, the danger to this church will increase exponentially, and even the "Strange Mage" will no longer be able to control his own spiritual thread!

It seems that we have to pay attention to the changes in light all the time.

Little Zaratul continued, "You also know that there are not many Beyonders who take the Path of Fortune Teller, and even fewer who can become 'Masters of Secret Puppetry'. The number of people who come here for various reasons can be counted on one hand."

"Of course, there are many more people lured here, but it is difficult to enter here. They are all..."

“They’re all in the palace on the top of the mountain, right?” Klein replied.

In the dream, the looming palace was much more dangerous than the spire church.

After all, it is where Antigonus himself is.

Klein did not agree immediately, but just asked himself to think about it carefully.

Little Zaratul was secretly anxious and wanted to take the initiative to attack, but he didn't dare to do so because Amon was watching him from the side.

Finally, he could only lower his head and said dejectedly: "Bertrand, I guarantee with my character that I will never hurt you. I just want to get out, I just want to... go home..."

That's what I said.

Those who hear it are sad and those who hear it cry.

Klein pretended to be reluctant, shook his head, and left on his own.

Amon raised the corner of his mouth slightly and chased after him.

Wait for the two of them to come outside.

Klein decided not to pretend anymore. He turned his head to look at the steeple church, his gaze lingering on the crows for a long time.

Amon chuckled and said, "Well, have you made a decision? Will you help me?"

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Klein asked instead of answering.

Amon thought for a moment and said, "That's a little clever."

“Then you should know that what I’m thinking about now is how to kill Zaratul, not how to help him out of trouble.” Klein spoke softly, his expression neither sad nor happy.

joke!

Why would he want to help the person who was imprisoned here by the Goddess of Night return to the real world?

Moreover.

He himself described in detail how little Zaratul came in.

But what I did after coming here was all glossed over in one sentence.

Klein always felt attracted.

It was obvious that the other party had a high-level item from the 'Fool' path.

Either an extraordinary characteristic or a legendary uniqueness.

Under such circumstances, how could he be so naive as to go looking for obsidian?

Besides...

Klein lowered his voice and said, "That little Zaratul isn't as weak as he appears, right?"

"Ha, you are really cunning." Amon laughed.

There was a hint of recognition in his smile.

Klein said nothing.

He was thinking, Zaratul in the literature was a thousand times more cunning than him, so which of his words just now were true and which were false?

and also.

Has the fact that he is carrying the Source Castle been exposed?

After all, to the High-Sequence Beyonders of the Gou San family, the aura of Source Castle is like blood dripping into the sea, which can easily attract a group of sharks.

Amon yawned, "Whatever you want."

Changing the subject, "Little Zaratul may have told a lot of lies just now, but he probably didn't lie about the Red Moon."

After he finished speaking, he pointed to the sky and said, "Look, the moonlight is already pouring down."

Klein:! ! !

I was so focused on little Zaratul's affairs that I forgot about this.

He didn't dare to delay and broke into a homestay directly.

Close doors and windows carefully to avoid being exposed to moonlight.

at the same time.

The crimson moonlight shining through the windows of the steeple church suddenly became bright and clear, and the corpses hanging in the air cast shadows.

"Honakis... Fregra..."

"Honakis... Fregra..."

"Honakis... Fregra..."

Klein and Amon hid in the guesthouse, quietly watching outside.

Amon said: "Puppet show, boring."

Klein remained silent.

Let the dead repeat their activities in life, as if they had never died. The red moon is clear, the spirituality is enhanced, and the "source" on the top of the church will have a deeper influence on the foggy town. The corpses can be manipulated to walk back and forth, pretending to be normal.

Ok.

Such a weird and terrifying scene really fits the core of the role of "The Fool".

So, Antigonus was in control?

In good condition?

Or just instinct?

Klein was very unsure.

An Antigonus, a little Zaratul.

Neither of them is easy to mess with.

But I am just a 'weird wizard'.

If you become a true 'ancient scholar', you will surely be much more relaxed.

Amon rolled his eyes and suddenly said, "Are you hungry? After all this time, it's time to eat."

Hearing this, three big question marks appeared above Klein's head.

Amon pointed to a table not far away and said, "Bread, roast beef and wine. They are free."

"What do you mean? Aren't we good brothers who are willing to behead chickens and burn yellow paper? Why are you trying to trick me now?" Klein frowned.

These seemingly normal foods are also part of the "source" on top of the spire church. If ingested, the spiritual thread will immediately be contaminated and will inevitably drift toward the church.

If he was really greedy and ate a bite of bread or drank a sip of wine, he would probably be seen as a dried corpse in the church in a few days.

Amon pinched his monocle and said, "I am just reminding you that the special laws of this town have affected you. Even though you are a demigod, you still need to eat and rest."

"As for me, I don't have this worry. After all, I'm just a projection."

Klein: ...

Just speak, don't use such a boastful tone.

Klein stared at Amon thoughtfully, with some speculations in his mind.

But he wasn't sure now, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

In fact, Amon’s reminder was very correct.

The special rules in the small town are obviously different from those in the outside world.

Otherwise, those 'fortune tellers' wouldn't be hanged in the church.

I guess many of them couldn’t stand the hunger and ate the food in the small town.