Chapter 441 Ghost Ship (Thanks to Xue Zhihua Mandalin for the reward to the Silver Alliance) Mr. Hanged Man is ready... Lumian took out his gold-cased pocket watch, opened it and took a look. For him, he can summon the "Armored Shadow" at any time. The only thing he needs to worry about is that it looks very dangerous. Summoning it for no reason may cause him to be attacked and cursed. But since the Tarot Club's Major Arcana card "The Hanged Man" is there, he does not need to worry about this problem. The uncertainty now is whether Franca is available, after all, she has to translate. Lumian burned the letter, left the Golden Rooster Hotel, and headed straight for Apartment 3, No. 601 White Coat Street. "What are you doing here so late?" Franka was obviously not someone who would go to bed early. Lumian glanced at Janna, who had just removed her exaggerated makeup, and said to Franca with a smile: "Do you have time tonight? You can summon Armored Shadow again and ask it questions." Summoning the "Armored Shadow" again... Franka's eyes lit up and she blurted out: "available!" That "armored shadow" most likely came from her hometown, and was related to the secret of their time travel and the way to go back. Not to mention it was just the early morning, even if it was six in the morning, she would have said that she had time to act as a translator! Seeing that Janna was a little confused and curious, Franca couldn't hide her excitement and explained: "Didn't Ciel ask us to compile information on spirit creatures that meet the summoning conditions? One of the targets he chose had an ambiguity in direction when he designed the summoning spell, which led to a very strange spirit creature. The ability to snort and spit that you saw earlier came from the contract signed with this spirit creature." Out of jealousy and envy, Franka interpreted the "Hum-Ha Technique" as snorting and spitting. Janna was deeply impressed by the "Heng Ha Technique" and felt that its effect was both powerful and magical. Her first reaction was to ask, "Is it possible for us to sign a contract with similar spiritual creatures?"
"Ah, I also want to have a similar contracted creature, but I can't get that special contract." Franka expressed her regret and resentment sincerely. "Anyway, that spiritual creature is very unique and is related to many secrets. A certain boss of the organization behind us, uh, demigod, is very interested in it. Now only Ciel can accurately summon the target creature through the contract connection." At this point, Franca asked Lumian: "Is that one here?" "Yes." Lumian nodded slightly. Jenna looked at them and asked thoughtfully: "Is it 'Justice', 'Magician', 'Star', or 'Moon' that is coming?" Franka's expression froze on her face, her mouth slightly opened, her eyes full of disbelief. Lumian was also stunned. He didn't expect Janna to be able to name the codes of several Major Arcana cards and believe that the two companions were related to this. In the indescribable silence, Janna's eyebrows relaxed and she smiled: "I guessed right! You really belong to that secret organization that uses Tarot cards as its code name!" "You, how did you know?" Franca asked in surprise. Janna pursed her lips and sneered: "You have placed nearly ten decks of tarot cards in this room, but you don't usually use them for divination. Then, Charles told me that the 'Fool' you believe in is roughly equivalent to the 'Fool' in the tarot cards. I have also heard about the legends of the Major Arcana cards such as 'Justice' and the existence of the Minor Arcana cards when I attended occult gatherings recently. "With so much information in front of me, if I don't make any associations and try it out, wouldn't that make me look stupid?" The more she spoke, the more proud she became. Franka was stunned for a few seconds and then said: "Your 'Instigator' potion was not drunk in vain..." "Very good." Lumian praised reluctantly, "Get ready to drink the 'witch' potion." He didn't talk any more and left Apartment 601 with Franca, planning to go to the Golden Rooster Hotel to write a letter to the "Magician" lady and tell her that she could summon the "Armored Shadow" now. Jenna looked at the backs of the two people and muttered to herself silently: "'Witch'... "What would happen if a man drank a 'witch' potion..."
………… Golden Rooster Hotel, Room 207. After Lumian sent the letter, he did not extinguish the candle, waiting for a reply under the double light. Franka paced back and forth in the cramped room, feeling excited but also a little nervous. She wanted to get clues about how to return home from the "Armored Shadow", but she was also afraid that even her last hope would be extinguished. Time passed minute by minute, and just when this "Witch of Joy" felt like a year had passed, the candlelight in the room suddenly increased sharply. In the dim firelight that was the size of a human head, pieces of bright starlight flew out and surrounded Lumian and Franca. They seemed to have come to the boundless starry sky, and they seemed extremely small. After a brief dizziness, Lumian and Franca found themselves leaving Room 207 of the Golden Rooster Hotel and arriving on a deck in the pitch-black night. The first thing that caught their eyes was the ancient-style triple mast with the huge gray-white sails rolled up like an open door. The crimson moonlight from the sky fell, but failed to fully illuminate the area where Lumian and Franca were. It was dark and gloomy here, with mottled wooden boards, like a haunted ancient building. Franka quickly looked around and sighed in a relaxed state: “Wow, an ancient sailing ship. “It’s perfect for a ghost movie!” "What is a horror movie?" Lumian asked casually. Franka smiled awkwardly: “It’s a play that tells ghost stories.” As she spoke, she touched the dark linen ropes draped over the side of the boat, as if trying to determine their exact age. Suddenly, the rope came alive, and quickly and deftly wrapped around Franka's right hand, then moved upwards, trying to tie up the "Witch of Joy". A layer of black flames erupted in response, burning the dark linen rope that seemed to have its own life. The rope snapped back as if in pain. At the same time, a bunch of ropes that had been lying quietly on the deck swung towards Lumian. Lumian raised his slightly burning right palm and grabbed the front end of the rope. The rope suddenly became quiet, as if all its vitality had been drained away in an instant. All the ropes that came alive in this area became normal again, fell to the ground with a thud, and stopped moving. Lumian looked down at his right palm and muttered silently: "The remaining aura of the Blood Emperor in me resonated faintly with this ship... "These strange ropes immediately became obedient after feeling the burning heat of my right palm... “Is this the old sailing ship I saw at Lavigne Pier this morning? "Lavigne Pier... The Church of Fools... Is this Mr. Hanged Man's ship?"
Lumian's thoughts raced, and he quickly came up with a guess. Franka turned half a circle and said excitedly: “This is a ghost ship, a ghost ship! “It’s alive!” As the voice of the Pleasure Witch echoed across the deck, Lumian heard the words of the Magician: "Mr. 'The Hanged Man's' ghost ship is a legacy of the Tudor Empire. There are many secrets that have yet to be solved. When he pays you, you can choose the opportunity to explore the ship. It is up to you to decide when to start the exploration." As expected, it is related to the Tudor Empire... Lumian became more confident and walked forward to the cabin. As Franca followed, she looked around curiously, touching here, knocking there, and whispering from time to time, as if she wanted to communicate with Mr. "The Hanged Man"'s ghost ship. With a creaking sound, a door in the cabin opened by itself. There is a thick dark brown carpet here, and on both sides are bookshelves and wine cabinets, which are filled with books with yellowish covers and bottles of dark red wine. In front of the bookshelves was a large wooden table, on which were placed ink bottles, quill pens, a brass sextant, a black metal telescope, and white candles. Right next to the desk stood a middle-aged man with messy dark blue hair and rough bronze skin. He was wearing a linen shirt, a brown jacket and dark wide-leg pants. He had a rather dignified temperament, just like the praying man that Lumian had seen in the Church of Fools that morning. "Are you Mr. 'The Hanged Man'?" Lumian asked. The middle-aged man nodded slightly: "I am 'The Hanged Man'." Franka looked at the man and remembered something when she realized that they were on a ghost ship. "You, you are Alger, the Stormbringer? Is this the Blue Avenger?" Franka asked in surprise and joy. The Hanged Man glanced at her and replied without any change in expression: "Have you heard of me?" "Of course!" Franka praised sincerely, "You are the king of the sea without the title of pirate king. If you hadn't fought with the 'King of the Five Seas' in the Misty Sea, causing the ships in the surrounding seas to feel the terrifying storm, no one would know that you are a demigod. "Moreover, you are different from those pirates. You are a true, pure, and aspiring treasure hunter. You have never plundered decent ships. You have been exploring the western border of the Misty Sea, searching for the 'Lost Newins' and the 'Legacy of Solomon's Empire'." She managed to hold back the words "You are my idol" because she felt it was too ahead of its time - Franka had a dream of becoming a pure treasure hunter and sailing the five seas. "Stormbringer" Alger... After Lumian discovered that the main force of the Church of Fools was on the sea, he consciously exchanged information about pirate kings and pirate generals with Franka. He knew that Alger, nicknamed "Stormbringer", was a demigod captain, but not a pirate king, so his nickname did not contain the word "king", and the "Vice Admiral of Disease" who had become a pirate king was now called the "Queen of Disease". As for the "Lost Newens" and the "Legacy of Solomon's Empire", they are treasure legends that have been popular on the five seas for many years. Sometimes, Lumian admired Fors Wall, the author of the "Great Adventurer" series, for she dared to write the romantic story of the pirate king. Aren’t you afraid of being executed at your door? Or, is she being protected by the Church of Fools? Facing Franka's enthusiastic praise, "The Hanged Man" Alger was silent for two seconds and said: “Maintaining a certain purity is both a good thing and a bad thing. "Can we begin the summoning ceremony?"
Franka murmured softly: "A man will always have a youthful side until he dies..." Lumian responded to Mr. Hanged Man's question: "anytime." PS: Thanks to the book friend Xue Zhihua Mandarin for the reward from the Silver Alliance. (End of this chapter)