The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

But when he reached the edge, he was suddenly teleported back in the opposite direction.

Seeing this, Klein sighed inwardly.

It seems that even with the goddess' blessing, one cannot violate the rule of the foggy town that allows entry but not exit.

After repeated attempts failed, he simply gave up the idea and settled down at the entrance of the town, quietly waiting for the red moon to dissipate.

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……

Silent all night.

When the army of secret puppets returned to the spire church in a daze, Klein found his original position and successfully retrieved the black iron cross.

"Thank you for your hard work." He said to the black iron cross that had lost its spirituality, and carefully hung it back around his neck.

For a period of time, he would not be able to use this extraordinary item.

With this in mind, Klein reached out and tried three or four times before he finally fished out Amon's historical projection.

At first, Amon's expression was a little dull, until he pinched his monocle, and his eyes became lively. He looked around and carefully checked Klein's condition, and chuckled, "As expected of you, I would call you the best when it comes to escaping death."

Hearing this, three black lines appeared above Klein's head.

Although he knew that Amon had stolen many memories of his 'previous life', he still found it difficult to adapt to the occasional nostalgic line.

Shaking his head, Klein got down to business.

Amon was delighted to hear that little Zaratul was semi-forced to bind himself to the historical projection of 'Jon Joestar'.

He clapped his legs and laughed without any grace: "Well done, Klein, you did a good job!"

"I didn't expect that the old bastard would have a day when he capsized. It's a pity that I didn't see the expression on his face, I think it must have been very exciting."

Klein didn't smile. He said worriedly, "It's only been one night, and my protective treasure is no longer usable. Although I want to give that old guy Zaratul some time, I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that you won't survive the night?" Amon pinched his monocle.

Klein thought this guy was going to say something like, "I'll take care of everything. Just feel free to fight Zaratul."

Unexpectedly, Amon nodded in approval, "Yes, if nothing unexpected happens, you will definitely not survive tonight."

Klein opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end, he just grabbed Amon's shoulders and said, "Mengge Mengge, help, help, help!"

Amon spread his hands and said, "Ake, my good brother, it's not that I don't want to help you, but I am powerless. You are only a demigod. Even if you are a saint, I can only exert 1% of my original power. Without spiritual support, it will be difficult for me to do it."

Klein didn't even use any punctuation marks in these words.

He also summoned many historical projections.

Putting aside the special case of 'Jon Joestar', the Amon in front of him is definitely the most special one he has summoned.

Of course, this special does not refer to identity.

But...

Klein pondered for a moment, as if he had made up his mind. He stretched out his hand like a curly-haired baboon and said, "Let me borrow your monocle."

"Monocle? No, no, this is my treasure. Besides, this pair of glasses is just a part of my historical projection." Amon wanted to pretend.

But when he met Klein's gaze, he suddenly felt very bored and laughed, "Okay, okay, you have some vision, but why should I help you? Do you understand the value of the uniqueness of the wrong path?"

"Why? Because these glasses are part of the support I receive!" Klein said with great certainty.

He is not stupid, he can even be said to be very smart.

Even if you can't figure out the situation at first, you will always be able to see some clues over time.

The journey to Honachis was a test given to him and contained certain dangers.

But this does not mean that he is some poor little thing who is not loved by his parents.

On the contrary, both the Goddess of Night and Jon gave him considerable support in various places.

Klein still kept his hand outstretched. "Stop talking nonsense and give it to me quickly."

Amon tutted and said reluctantly: "This thing is indeed prepared for you, but it's not the right time yet."

Hearing this, Klein was slightly stunned.

Then some enlightenment came to my mind.

Since little Zaratul is not qualified, it can only be that person.

——The demon wolf Antigonus who lives in the palace on the top of Mount Honachis!

But brother, saving people is like putting out a fire. If I can’t get through the foggy town of Zaratul, how can I go to the palace on the top of the mountain to find Antigonus?

Amon seemed to see through Klein's thoughts and spread his hands like a little bear: "I don't care. Anyway, the order I received was to hand over this monocle to you at the last moment. As for whether I can make it to the last moment... hehe, it's none of my business."

Then he changed the subject, "But don't be too disappointed. Although we don't have these glasses, we are still good brothers. I will definitely help you in any way I can. Don't worry about that."

Klein looked Amon up and down.

Without the spiritual support of the Black Iron Cross, the projection of Amon he fished out was still agile under the influence of the uniqueness of the error, but its strength was only at the level of Sequence 4.

Like him, Cricket is a demigod.

He's the kind of demigod who doesn't last long. He might give up after a few hits.

Then the question comes-

How can two demigods defeat a weak angel?

Waiting online, very anxious!

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Dusk.

Crane and Amon returned to the steeple church.

Pushing the door open, I could still hear the familiar mumbling of the wind chimes.

Klein, who had already seen the strangeness of this place, had a blank expression on his face and walked straight to the oblique rear of the statue of Mother of Heaven.

He glanced around and was stunned.

Strange, why does little Zaratul seem more haggard than when he left last night?

“Bertrand! You’re back!” Suddenly, little Zaratul raised his head with great effort, his eyes revealing an almost pleading look, “Bertrand, I know I was wrong, I shouldn’t have lied to you, please… please take him away!”

Amon looked around but didn't see any trace of John Joestar. He was disappointed but also a little relieved. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "Where is he? Where is he? Why can't I find him?"

Little Zaratul held his head in agony like a madman: "He got into my brain! He keeps saying things I can't understand at all. Please, take him away! Take him away!"

Klein: –

It was nothing at first, but after what the old man Zaratul said, he became curious about how Jon tortured...

Forget it, it doesn’t matter.

It’s a pity that the plan I came up with after much thought was wasted.

With a serious expression, Klein looked down at Little Zaratul and said, "So, now we can have a good talk?"

"Get him away! Get him away, and we can talk about anything!" Little Zaratul looked at Klein as if he were his savior.

I don’t know how much mental pollution he suffered during this day and night.

Klein coughed lightly. He was not completely sure that he could get Jon out, so he could only tentatively ask, "Mr. Jon, Mr. Jon, are you there? It's me, Bertrand. Would you like to come out and see me?"

The moment he finished speaking, Klein watched as a mass of translucent liquid mucus slowly flowed out of little Zaratul's ear holes, nose, and mouth, gradually gathering into a complete human shape.

Klein boasted that he had seen many big scenes and could even eat beef grown from flowers without batting an eyelid.

But this...

I have indeed never seen it~

Not to mention Klein, even Amon’s face was filled with disgust.

It's just that he was afraid that some petty-minded guy would settle accounts with him in the future, so he cleverly concealed his expression.

"What's wrong, Lord Ren'er? Is there anything you want to talk to Qiao Qiao about, Lord Ren'er?"

Jon ignored Amon and Klein, the two guys who were in the way, and hooked his arm around little Zaratul's shoulder in a very familiar manner. "Why did you call me out for no reason? Aren't we having a lot of fun?"

That's not a big deal, right?

Klein and Amon looked strange.

Little Zaratul retreated frantically as if he had seen a ghost.

At the same time, the crows outside the steeple church screamed desperately, making people feel upset.

Jon finally let the poor old man go, said "boring", and turned his gaze to Klein and Amon.

Uh…mainly Klein.

Klein knew the other party too well. Without waiting for Jon to speak, he took the initiative to say, "Keep the account, keep the account. No matter how much it is, keep the account first. When I can repay it, I will pay it off."

"Very good, I like your attitude." Jon smiled and his figure gradually disappeared into the void.

Little Zaratul was stunned for a moment, then he shouted: "Wait, the connection between us has not been solved!"

"That's not right. You just told me to get him out, but you didn't say to break the bond between you two." Clay is also a pure bad boy, and he spoke without changing his expression.

Little Zaratul: !!!

Because of too much mental pollution, my brain is no longer working properly.

But now that things have come to this, he has no other choice but to pretend to be polite and say, "Anyway, I was wrong about what happened yesterday. If you want to leave this place, you must work together. I will definitely be of great use to you."

Klein smiled and said, "So, we can talk now?"

"We can talk! We can talk about anything!" Little Zaratul's attitude was very positive.

However, it is not necessarily what I think in my heart.

Klein was extremely satisfied: "Very good, then I need you to tell me a real way to leave the foggy town."

In order to prevent little Zaratul from doing anything more, he warned him seriously: "If you still want to play tricks, I don't mind calling the person out to reunite with you."

“No, no, no!” Little Zaratu’s face suddenly showed a look of horror.

This made Klein even more curious...

Suppressing those messy thoughts, Klein stated his request: "In addition to the special symbol that allows me to leave the foggy town, I also need you to take me to the palace on the main peak of Honachis."

He stared at little Zaratul, "If I'm not mistaken, you should have gotten something from there, right?"

Little Zaratul smiled bitterly: "Yes, it is normal for you to think so, but I still have to say that Antigonus is more terrifying than you think, even for me... In short, he has gone crazy and has completely fallen into madness and loss of control."

"I don't know if you know the past history. After being besieged by Zaratul, my ancestor, and Mr. Men, he had to appear in the world in a mythical form in order to protect himself. Even so, his Sequence One Beyonder characteristics were taken away. This caused him to never regain consciousness again, and he became a complete monster."

Klein said coldly, "I don't care. This is my condition. I don't ask you to help me enter the palace. I only ask you to take me there. If we can't even agree on this, then there is no point for us to continue the conversation."

Very strong.

After all, they are in the absolute initiative.

Little Zaratul still smiled bitterly: "The closer we are to the top of the mountain, the easier it is for the spiritual thread to be attracted by Antigonus. I can barely keep myself awake, but you..."

He didn't finish his words, but his meaning was very clear - I'm afraid that if you can't reach the top of the mountain, you will become a puppet of the demon wolf.

Just as Klein was about to reply, Amon suddenly leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Don't worry about this. I don't have the ability to fight, but I can still resist the gravity emitted by Antigonus."

Klein was skeptical.

But thinking that even if Amon was useless, he still had Sefirah Castle to back him up, he gradually felt relieved.

Little Zaratul had been quietly observing Klein's expression, and became more and more certain of his guess: This kid is definitely not an ordinary person!

The Goddess of Night, Amon, the True Creator (determined by the Black Iron Cross), and the mysterious 'Jon Joestar'...

Have They Already Chosen the Fool?

hateful.

This is the only thing he would never agree to.

The Fool belongs to him, Zaratul. No one can take it away from him!