Oh...Alice suddenly understood and nodded. After explaining, Azik lowered his head and looked at the ring in his palm. After studying it for a few seconds, he twisted the ring and put it on the index finger of his left hand. Suddenly, a terrifying, deep and indescribable feeling of superiority spread out from him. The living corpses and skeletons, who were either naked or wearing tattered leather armor, knelt down on one knee and lowered their heads, as if they only dared to look directly at him. Looking at his leather boots, the flying resentful spirits and shadows also fell to the ground, clinging to the deck, and no one was floating in the air. The remaining pirates on the ship fell to the ground one after another, burying their faces on the deck and not daring to lift them up. So cool... Alice looked at Azik's back in surprise, and had the urge to put the ring on. Azik took two more steps forward and came to the side of "Admiral Hell", then turned around, faced Klein, and said to Ludwell: "You will be his secret puppet for one year. When the time limit is up, you can return to the spirit world." "You actually let him go back?!" Alice blurted out. Ludwell's body, which was originally trembling with anger and unwillingness, froze. He leaned down, pressed his forehead against the deck, and spoke quickly: "Yes, the great Archon of Death."
Klein looked at Alice with complicated emotions. Mr. Azik also stopped and glanced at her. Alice subconsciously reached out to cover her mouth in these two glances. Azik's eyes fell on her for a moment, and then Falling smoothly onto Klein. Klein looked back at Mr. Azik blankly. After a few seconds of silence, Azik looked away and returned his attention to Ludwell. Alice blinked confusedly, realizing that her behavior just now might be a bit too embarrassing. Fortunately, Azik's attention was not focused on this. Mysterious symbols rendered in pale and dark green were highlighted one after another, intertwined to form an illusory bronze door. The bronze door quickly shrank, falling to the forehead of "Admiral Hell" and getting in. Then, Azik turned his head, nodded to Klein, and then pointed at Ludwell. Klein walked forward with a blank expression and manipulated Ludwell's spiritual body thread. Alice tilted her head and looked for the monocle she had thrown on the boat. Give it back to Amon when the time comes... No, give it to Will Asceptin then! Alice tossed the monocle in her hand and frowned as she recalled Amon's unclear words. She still didn't understand Amon's purpose, but since she had doubts about the relationship between the "Key of Light" and the "Lord of Mysteries", Alice thought that whether she could figure it out might not matter. After all, it seems that it is not her and Amon who really decide the direction of things. Although these two existences seem to be the same as dead now, considering the ability displayed by the "Prophet" and the possible influence of the "Lord of Mysteries" on fate Alice thought that the outcome of this matter might have been doomed. Of course, this does not mean that she does not need to work hard. Alice suspects that if she does not have the right strength or do the right thing at the right time, then what awaits her will not be good. In other words, for her, working too hard and showing off too much are probably not good things. The truly beneficial choice is "just right." But how do you determine what is just right? Alice sighed, understanding that there was and could only be one answer to this matter - fate would tell her. Alice collected her thoughts and then asked Klein and Azik, who had turned Ludwell into a secret couple: "What are you going to do next?" Alice, who asked this question without any need to respond, got the answer herself. She saw a thick darkness from Azik, and a slender white female hand stretched out from the darkness. Alice's body stiffened due to that palm, and her intuition told her that there was a terrifying person hidden behind that palm that she absolutely did not want to see now. But Alice inexplicably wanted to see the whole picture clearly, so between two different thoughts, a figure appeared along with the palm.
It was a female face. She was wearing a starry skirt. She had a beautiful face but dull eyes. Alice's gaze froze for a moment, and then she met those dull eyes. The scene dissipated, and after Alice was stunned for two seconds, she looked at Azik and Klein who were still in front of her, took a deep breath, and uttered a crisp word: "goodbye." Klein and Azik looked at her with confused eyes, but Alice did not explain. She only raised her hand to draw a crimson moon symbol on her chest and said piously: "Praise the goddess." "...?" Klein's eyes were fixed on him. He seemed to realize something. Just as he was about to speak, Alice disappeared on the spot. She did not go home, but appeared directly in a hidden street near St. Samuel's Church. Then Alice walked out of the street, raised her legs and walked into the church without hesitation. After pausing for a moment at the door of the church, she murmured in a low voice. : "Perhaps I should go to the confessional... but the content of my confession might frighten the bishop sitting across from me to death." Alice shook her head, sat on the bench, closed her eyes and prayed in her heart. Goddess, I will never pinch your face again without your permission, even if it is the face of a divine vessel, really... I must ask for your permission before pinching... … After Alice left, Azik turned to look at Klein, frowned and asked: "What did she mean at the end?" Klein silently withdrew his gaze. He could guess that Alice must have seen something, and it was probably related to the goddess - it seemed that she had been warned and dared not say anything. But if he asked Klein what Alice saw specifically, he couldn't think of it, so he thought about it and said to Mr. Azik: "She must have seen something." Mr. Azik was silent for a moment, withdrew his gaze from him, and said coldly: "Let's go to the Raging Sea. "Give me the copper whistle. " "Okay. "Klein handed over the whistle with a guilty conscience. ... Bayam, outside a house near the port. Alice, Alger, and "Admiral of the Stars" Cattleya were patiently waiting for the people inside to enjoy dinner. Before that, Alger had actually contacted Alice about Cattleya's arrival and meeting, including the information search in the middle. But Alice was not interested in these. The source of her agreement was just to watch the fun. Alger was also very clear about this. After reporting, he no longer expected it. Until tonight's action, Alice finally appeared at the scene. Not listening to the plan Alice, who was planning and discussing, actually didn't know how they were going to act. She looked at Alger and Cattleya and found that Alger was also hesitant to speak.
Alice soon realized that Alger didn't know the details of the action, so she lost interest in asking and looked at Alger without saying anything. Alger received the information from her eyes and turned to the "Hermit" Cattleya. When he was about to ask, a figure suddenly emerged from the shadows. When she saw the tall, pale and sick figure, Alice blinked and said his name: "Heath Doyle?" "Miss Destiny." Heath Doyle saluted her respectfully. Alice waved her hand and stood back a little, leaving the main field to Cattleya. Heath then looked at Cattleya and said to her: "Captain, they didn't notice anything unusual, and made the mushrooms into a creamy soup, and prepared to pan-fry meat and fish as the main course tonight." "Very good. "Cattleya took off the heavy glasses on her nose and looked at the restaurant in the house blocked by the wall with her mysterious purple eyes. Heath Doyle didn't say anything. His figure darkened instantly and returned to the shadows. He didn't know where he went. Mushrooms...fish...Alice's eyebrows jumped, and she thought of the "Creeping Hunger" that was sealed again. She looked at Cattleya with fear. As if receiving her gaze, Cattleya nodded at her. Alice swallowed in horror. This exchange seemed like a riddle to Alger, the "Hanged Man". Although he realized that the core of tonight's action was mushrooms, and they were poisonous mushrooms, he still didn't figure out more details. He hesitated and asked: "Will this lead to the death of the 'craftsman' Sharf? " Wild "craftsmen" are quite rare, and Alger does not want to lose such a "friend" while there is still room for maneuver. For him, the most ideal solution is to imprison this guy and make him a "craftsman" exclusively for himself and the "Hermit". "No." Cattleya shook her head calmly and explained casually, "Both the intelligence you provided and the details observed by my crew mentioned that Sharf does not like to eat fish, and even hates it very much. This may be related to the fact that he had a fish bone stuck in his throat when he was a child. " Alice swallowed again, and she decided not to eat fish when eating mushrooms in the future. "I hate eating fish..." Alger whispered, looked at Alice who was swallowing, and then looked at the "Hermit" Cattleya, thinking that these two people seemed to have some secrets and excluded himself. He was confused, but did not ask, and decided to observe first. Her figure instantly became transparent, as if she had become a statue formed by countless starlight. The statue shattered, and the bright starlight surged, and suddenly came to the door of the house and drilled in through the gap. The stars reunited inside, and Cattleya's figure appeared. Then, she heard the sound of the wind and There was a loud bang. The door frame shook, the door opened, and the hooded and masked "Hanged Man" Alger entered the target building not much slower than the "Admiral of the Star". Alice, who came here as a decoration, followed in openly and saw the whole picture. "Craftsman" Sharf retreated with a look of horror, away from the long tea table. There were two men and one woman lying on the ground, vomiting mushrooms continuously. Their clothes had torn between their chests and abdomens, and mushrooms grew one after another. Noticing someone coming in, these people subconsciously raised their heads, and white mycelium appeared on their faces, one clump after another.
Alice reached out to support her forehead, realizing that this was indeed Frank Lee's victory. "It is indeed a mushroom that can kill Sequence 5. "She exclaimed. This made "Hermit" Cattleya and "Hanged Man" Alger stunned for a moment, and then turned to look at her. After a little thought, "Hermit" Cattleya realized that this was probably the record of German Sparrow. Cattleya turned around, pinched her mouth with her right hand, and whistled. Illusory ropes emerged from the ground, coiled like snakes, and tied up the three "Original Moon" believers. "Is there a way to stop it?" Cattleya turned her head to the shadow in the corner. After a moment of silence, Heath Doyle's voice came from there: "Frank said he hasn't experimented with a way to stop it yet, so he can only cremate it." Alice breathed a sigh of relief, glad that she didn't need to do it herself. Cremation... Cattleya's eyebrows moved slightly, and she immediately took out a handful of powder from her secret bag and threw it over. The powder seemed to have its own vitality, and accurately fell on the three "Original Moon" believers and the mushrooms. Silently, the red flames rose, quietly burning everything they touched. "Craftsman" Sharf was frightened and stunned when he witnessed the change. After someone broke in, he wanted to rely on his magical items to resist, but he quickly recognized the intruder, so he gave up rationally and decisively stood aside and waited. He asked himself that he still had a high value of use. No matter where he went, he would not be killed directly, and the "Admiral of the Star" had never had a bad reputation. The worst case scenario is to join the Star Pirates... Moreover, this pirate admiral himself is better looking than the portrait on the wanted poster, with a completely different temperament... But who is the lady next to him? Sharf pulled the wolf tooth top chain, confusion flashed in his heart, and then a flattering smile appeared on his face, and his eyes occasionally passed by Alice. Although the rumors about "Miss Destiny" mentioned that this lady is a blonde and blue-eyed girl who looks young, people can't just suspect that she is an angel when they see a girl who fits the description. There was no Gehrman Sparrow next to him, and Alice did not show the unique deterrence of a strong man above demigod, so Sharf didn't think in that direction, but was only confused about what kind of girl could appear in the current occasion. And his status seems to be not low... While he was thinking, Alice turned her head as if she had noticed something. After staring at him for two seconds, she turned her head and asked Alger a question that made people nervous: "Will digging out his eyes affect his ability to make magical items?" "...Yes," Alger paused for a moment, and then answered without hesitation, "But if you want, you can do so... Or do you want to wait until he finishes making the magical items in his hands?" Sharf froze, he looked at Alger, who was respectful and humble, and suddenly had a bad premonition, and an unknown fear spread in his heart. (End of this chapter)