8 A New Era
Klein leaned back slightly as he glanced at the two of them
before saying in a soft and pleasant voice, 'I am in a state where I can't do many things so in future help my bless in some ways. Don't worry you will get rewarded and the work if you don't want you can refuse.
Audrey and Alger both surprised to knowing about the bless. Alger don't believe if he ever encounter a bless. Both of them nodded.
At this time, klein's headaches intensified and he felt that his invisible connection with the crimson stars and gray fogs had become unstable.
"Well, today's meeting shall end here." He immediately decided.
"As you wish." Alger bowed his head.
"As you wish." Audrey imitated the "Hanged Man."
Whoosh!
Howling wind accompanied a downpour . The three-mast sailboat was tossed around by the crests and troughs of the incoming waves, as if it was being toyed by a giant .
The crimson glow in Alger Wilson's eyes faded . He found himself still remaining on the deck and nothing appeared to have changed .
Almost immediately, the quirky-shaped glass bottle in his palm shattered and the frost within melted into the rain . In seconds, there were no longer any traces left that suggested the existence of the wondrous antique .
A hexagonal crystal-like snowflake emerged on Alger's palm . It then faded rapidly until it was seemingly absorbed by the flesh, vanishing completely in the process . Alger nodded his head in a hardly noticeable manner, as if he was thinking about something . He remained still and silent for a full five minutes .
He turned around and headed for the cabin . As he was about to enter, a man who wore a similar robe embroidered with lightning patterns emerged from inside .
This man, who had soft blond hair, paused and looked at Alger . He held his right fist to his chest and said, "May the Storm be with you . "
Alger replied with the same words and gesture . There were no emotions on his rough face which had a well-defined structure .
Alger entered the cabin after the greeting and proceeded to the captain's cabin situated at the far end of the corridor .
Surprisingly, he did not encounter any sailors on the way . The whole place was as quiet as a graveyard .
Behind the door to the captain's cabin, a soft brown carpet overlaid the floor . A bookshelf and a wine rack took the opposite side walls of the room . The books with their yellowish covers and wine bottles with their dark red color peculiar under the flickering candlelight .
On the desk with the candle, there was a bottle of ink, a quill, a pair of black metallic telescope, and a sextant made of brass .
Behind the desk sat a pale middle-aged man wearing a captain's hat which had a skull on it . As Alger approached him, he said menacingly, "I will not give in!"
"I believe you can do it," Alger said calmly, so calm that it felt like he was commenting on the weather .
"You . . . " The man seemed to be stunned by the unexpected answer .
At this very moment, Alger leaned forward slightly and suddenly dashed across the room until they were only separated by the desk .
Pa!
Alger tightened his shoulder and reached out his right hand to choke the man .
Illusory fish scales appeared on the back of his hand as he crazily mustered more strength to choke the man, giving him no time to respond .
Crack!
Amid the crisp cracking sound, the man's eyes widened as his body was lifted up .
His legs twitched furiously before they soon became motionless . His pupils began to widen as he stared aimlessly . There was a stench from between his legs as his pants gradually turned moist .
While lifting the man, Alger lowered his back and strode toward the wall .
Bang! He used the man as a shield and smashed forward at the wall . His extremely muscular arm was monstrous .
A hole cracked open in the wooden wall, and rain poured in, accompanied by the scent of the ocean .
Alger flung the man out of the cabin, straight into the giant waves that resembled mountains .
The wind continued to howl in the dark as almighty nature devoured everything .
Alger took out a white handkerchief and wiped his right hand carefully before throwing it into the sea as well .
He stepped back and waited patiently for company .
In less than ten seconds, the blond man from before rushed in and asked, "What happened?"
"The 'captain' has escaped," Alger answered in an annoyed manner as he panted . "I didn't know he still had some of his Beyonder powers . "
"Damn it!" the blond man cursed softly .
He went up to the opening and stared into the distance . However, nothing was visible except for the waves and the rain .
"Forget it, he was just extra loot," the blond man said, waving his arm, "We will still be rewarded for finding this ghost ship from the Tudor Era . "
Even if he was a Keeper of the Sea, he would not have hastily dived into the sea under this weather condition .
"The 'captain' will not be able to survive much longer if the storm continues . " Alger said, as he nodded in approval . The wooden wall was repairing itself at a discernible rate .
He gazed at the wall and turned his head subconsciously towards the rudder and the sail .
He was perfectly aware of what was going on behind all the wooden planks .
The chief mate, the second mate, the crew, and the sailors were not present . There was no living person on board!
Amidst all the emptiness, the rudder and the sail moved eerily by themselves .
Alger again pictured "The Fool" who was covered in grayish-white fog and sighed .
He turned back and looked outside at the mighty waves and spoke as though in a reverie while filled with anticipation and awe, "A new era has begun . . . "
Empress Borough, Backlund, capital of the Loen Kingdom .
Audrey Hall pinched her cheeks in disbelief of her encounter a while ago .
On the dressing table in front of her, the old bronze mirror had shattered into pieces .
Audrey cast her gaze downwards and saw the swirling "crimson" on the back of her hand; it was like a tattoo depicting a star .
The "crimson" gradually faded and disappeared into her skin
Audrey Hall looked at herself in the mirror . She saw her cheeks flushed red with excitement and her eyes, so bright that they would have daunted anyone from looking into them
She did not examine any of this as she hurriedly recalled . She picked up the ruby-studded fountain pen and wrote the formula to the Spectator potion on the exquisite goatskin parchment
"80 milliliters of pure water . 5 drops of autumn crocus essence, 13 grams of cow teeth paeonol powder . 7 petals of elf flowers . A matured Manhal Fish's eyeball . 35 milliliters of goat-horned black fish blood . "
Phew . Audrey heaved a sigh of relief as she read it a few times to confirm that she had not made any mistakes
She had the urge to dance, but reminded herself to remain restrained
After some thought, she began writing various chemical names around the potion's formula . She then faked the page into complicated and messy chemistry.
Yes, as long as one doesn't read it carefully, a person who flips through this randomly will not discover the details I have hidden in here . Excellent! Audrey praised herself and turned her mind towards the acquirement of the materials
"I'll first search the few vaults we have . I'll then attempt to exchange for the missing parts with others . " .
"If I still can't gather them all, I can only seek help from the Hanged Man or the Fool . What can I offer as payment?" .
After some thought, Audrey closed the notebook and placed it on a tiny bookshelf . Following that, she briskly walked to the door and pulled it open
A golden retriever was sitting obediently outside
The corners of Audrey's mouth curled as she revealed a radiant smile
"Susie, you completed the mission perfectly!"
"In the serialized stories on the newspapers, detectives would often have a capable assistant . I think there should be a huge dog supporting a real Spectator~" .[I leave that king and ship part because I think it was like a filler and who read lotm know what happened on harbor.]
