chapter 47

Chapter 5 Gehrman Sparrow

Chapter 195 Gehrman Sparrow

"You know, most angels are like antiques that have not kept up with the times. The younger ones are still in the mindset before Russell appeared, always thinking that extraordinary abilities and cavalry are enough to solve everything, while the older ones are still thinking that extraordinary abilities and cavalry are enough to solve everything. , just like you, the teacher, they make subjective assumptions, when will all their self-centered problems be changed?"

An ordinary deck of tarot cards played tricks in the hands of Will Asceptin.

He quickly cut the cards, and with a technique far beyond that of an ordinary "magician", he separated three cards and scattered them on the bed sheets.

The "Lovers" in the reverse position, the "Queen" in the reverse position, and finally... the "Death" in the upright position... are not good cards...

Klein couldn't help but click his tongue as his eyes passed over the three cards that had been turned over.

The "Lovers" card was a warning given to me by Will Auceptin before we parted last time, saying it was an opportunity for me to deal with the dangers that were about to come.

But whether I encountered the "Original Witch" or the "Desperate Nightingale", what helped me was not the turning point that the "lover" vaguely pointed to, but the existing interpersonal relationship. Of course, it was also possible that the turning point helped me get rid of the threat. In fact, It has happened, but I didn't know it clearly and didn't realize it...

Looking at Will Asceptin with a teasing look on his face, he said thoughtfully:

"Is this a prediction you made after observing my fate?"

"No, it's not a prophecy." Will Asceptin shook his head and said, "If the direction of everyone's destiny is compared to a river flowing forward, the river of destiny for most people in the world has many tributaries. It may change course at any time, exists in an unstable form, and is subject to various influences from the outside world."

"In other words, the fate of most people can be changed by themselves or chosen by external forces."

"But you are different. Your destiny is almost impossible to change or choose by internal or external forces."

Is it because of "mystery" or gray fog?

Klein frowned to hide his inner activities and asked in confusion.

"Why?"

Will Auceptin played with the remaining cards, pulled out a "Wheel of Fortune", and suddenly used force to tear the card in half, and the parts overlapped to form a new pattern.

"Because your destiny has been fixed by a very high-level power, the long river of destiny has lost its tributaries leading to other branches, leaving only the main trunk with a determined end point."

"Of course, the end of the trunk does not mean the end of life, it is just an ending that you will definitely reach, a stage that will eventually be realized on the road of life. As for the future path, I cannot see it, nor can I guess the possibility. "

There is an extremely high level of power that has fixed the direction of my future destiny... To be called an extremely high level by a Sequence 1 archangel like Will Auceptin can only be a true god... Is it "mysterious" or... "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun"?

After experiencing so much, Klein actually had an idea of ​​the problem at hand.

Whether it was the "Original Witch" or Will Asceptin, these mythical creatures who survived the old era mistook him for the long-lost "mystery" the first moment they saw him, thinking that he was It is the new identity chosen by "Secret" for itself, a disguise used to walk in reality unobtrusively.

The difference is that Will Asceptin's judgment is not exactly the same as that of the "Original Witch". After getting rid of the panic caused by the initial encounter, Will Asceptin quickly realized that I could not be the "Secret" herself, at least I cannot equate myself with the "Thousand-Faced God" and "The Fool" who stood side by side with the Creator and stood above the gods, while the "Original Witch" insisted that I was deceiving Him.

The two disagreed on whether Mystique had returned, but both had a clear message.

"Secret" is fully capable of stealing a person's identity and destiny, and then completely transforming himself into that person, resurrected through a body that has no connection with himself.

But if even the "Secret" can do this, imprison the "Secret" on the gray mist, and bring us here from another world, will the "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" whose influence spans thousands of years not be able to do it?

He still remembered what "Mystery" said to him when he first boarded the gray mist!

Only when he is truly born and can fully grasp the existence of the gray mist can he usher in liberation.

For this reason, "Mystery" has indeed been trying every means to push himself forward, and even brought him back from death once.

Perhaps the predetermined ending mentioned by Will Auceptin is not for me alone, but for all travelers who are connected with the gray mist. "Mystery", Roselle, and I, three time travelers who woke up at different points in time spanned thousands of years, and various accidents happened, so much so that even "Mystery" failed and fell after being promoted to a true god. . But even so, Gray Mist never stopped trying, but continued to select new carriers to influence them, so that these visitors from other worlds, who were suspected to be brought by "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun", could relay one after another to complete the ultimate goal.

No, these are still my guesses. I must find an opportunity to ask "The Secret". He definitely knows more than me... Thinking of this, Klein asked tentatively while sorting out his thoughts.

"Even if you directly control 'destiny', can't you influence my destiny?"

"Is it because of the difference in status, or does it require the corresponding authority?"

Will Asceptin raised his head as he watched the "Wheel of Fortune" cards torn in half reassemble into patterns.

He looked at Klein and scratched his cheek.

"You know a little more than I thought."

Put down the cards in your hand, place your fingers on the two broken parts, and stretch them outward to restore the complete "Wheel of Fortune" card, Will Asceptin explained through the playing cards.

"Let's put it this way, the 'fate' you think is the controller of destiny?"

"Actually, the sequence zero corresponding to the 'destiny' pathway should be called a concrete entity that represents the concept of destiny. That is to say, when someone becomes sequence zero, it may be me, or it may be that stupid snake Ouro Leus. They will all be equal to the concept of fate at the moment when the ceremony of becoming a god is completed."

"We can indeed influence our destiny, but that's because we ourselves are part of our destiny, so we can use the currency called 'luck' to pay the price and push things towards the outcome we want to see, rather than making crude direct choices. "

Pushing hard with two fingers, the broken playing card changed back to the new pattern that Will Asceptin originally spelled out, which was different from the "Wheel of Fortune".

"Selecting future possibilities, exchanging, and erasing, these simple and lack-of-level methods, belong to another field. They have little connection with us, at least for now, with the normal extraordinary world that you know. I don't think I can master these. The existence of authority has the ability to dictate your future."

He looked at Klein who was staring at the three tarot cards in front of him in a daze. The old-fashioned calmness in his words and deeds disappeared with his smile, and he asked deliberately like a real child.

"Did I talk too much and put you under pressure?"

"A bit." Klein nodded sincerely, not thinking too much about Will Asceptin's vague "extra existence".

He breathed a sigh of relief, and for a moment his unfocused eyes regained their focus. He and his fingers landed on the three cards, trying to bring the topic back to the beginning.

"By the way, you haven't explained the meaning of these three cards yet."

Will Asceptin glanced at Klein strangely.

"Aren't you a fortune teller?"

"Why do you need me to explain?"

He said confidently.

"I gave you luck to help you deal with the witch. You didn't even pay me, and now you still want me to be your free fortune teller?"

Not sure if it was an illusion, but looking at the vivid and slightly happy expression on Will Asceptin's little face, Klein suddenly had a vision and imagined what Jerry Zaratul looked like.

Damn it!

"I suggest you stop scolding me in your mind."

Klein was shocked. It was all thanks to the "Joker's" ability that no flaws were revealed on his face, so he pretended not to hear and tried to prevaricate.

He looked out the window, then looked at Will Asceptin, who had pushed all the tarot cards into the corner, turned out the quilt and was getting ready to sleep, and realized that "Serpent of Mercury" had already come to an end.

However, he still had unanswered questions.

"Why are you helping me?"

"Because you are kind and have obvious weaknesses. People with your personality cannot accept others' kindness to you without giving anything. So I want to take advantage of you. Is it easy to understand?"

Hiding under the quilt, Will Auceptin stretched out half of his hand and waved to Klein.

"Keep that paper crane. If you have any questions, write them on it. You can contact me at any time."

"If you really want to repay me, all you can do now is take your teacher and leave me as soon as possible."

"By the way, if your teacher doesn't understand the meaning of the card I gave him, remember to explain it to him."

Faced with such an intuitive eviction order, it was hard for Klein to stay any longer.

Sighing, Klein opened the door with three cards in his hand.

The whistling sound of the cold wind outside the house reached his ears. Just as he said, Azik stood guard at the door of the room, worrying about two cards.

Will Auceptin guessed correctly. The old antique of the Fourth Age, His Excellency "Death Archon" really doesn't understand the trends of young people.

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"Since you chose to take a trip to the sea first, you are not very willing to directly join the Imperial Border Force as a military bishop. It is not completely synchronized with our subsequent deployment. There is no need to waste an identity with perfect experience, so this one prepared for you is temporary. of..."

"He is a member of the bounty hunter group. He is a lunatic who wants to adventure on the sea in order to get rich. He was born in Loen. He had experience of living in the Southern Continent and Intis in his early years. He is an unbeliever who is not common even at sea. …"

Jerry Zaratul's rambling introduction finally ended. He received a series of new identity documents in a parchment bag from the air. Klein thought for a while and looked at the shadows aside.

"I heard from other people that every divine envoy will have a special item to prove his identity. It seems that Sir Kesma forgot to give it to me."

A blood-red figure grew out of the darkness, and Mr. A was still dressed as a bishop.

He did not answer Klein's question directly, but slowly pulled out a long whip made entirely of bones from the center of his palm before speaking out:

"It's not proof of identity, just some symbolic items that go with the code name."

A is a whip, which looks like a human spine, like a holy relic made from the remains of a saint in Christianity... Sweeping the weak spiritual bone whip, Klein asked.

"What does V correspond to?"

He and his partner looked at each other, and Mr. A was silent for a rare moment.

"The previous generation V was an ancient man more than three hundred years ago. This code name has been vacant for a long time. I got this holy whip to shepherd the Lord's sheep from the previous generation A, my teacher."

In other words, the inheritance behind the code name V was broken, and things were lost... Klein didn't bother with the minutiae of the issue. Anyway, he didn't really believe in the true Creator, so he immediately turned around and said.

"What are your next plans?"

Listening to what Jerry Zaratul said just now, the "Angel with the Lamp" seems to have put Sharon into the partnership of Mr. A and Jerry to form a new team.

"Accumulate merit."

Sharon, who had been watching without speaking, said coldly.

Her sudden appearance made Klein, who was originally at ease, suddenly become a little embarrassed.

For some reason, Klein would always fall into an inexplicable passivity in front of Miss Sharon. This "Wraith Spirit" lady, with a face as delicate as a doll and a temperament closer to that of a doll, is like a mirror, one side that can shine out Ke's... A mirror of Ryan's innermost thoughts. UU read books www.uukanshu.net

Even in the earth period, dolls played a role in occultism in accommodating and reflecting souls. Perhaps this is also a secret occult connection, one that is weak but unbreakable?

Klein shook his head slightly to get rid of the random thoughts in his mind, and continued the topic:

"Or pursue Gostars and seek opportunities for promotion?"

"That's right." Sharon's answer was still simple.

Her clear light blue eyes scrutinized Klein, her voice was ethereal and soft.

"In addition to him, the pirate generals who serve the 'Indulgence Faction' and the 'Spiritual Order' at sea, as well as the 'Devil' who calls himself the 'Immortal King', are also targets."

Well, after the great smog, the Intelligence Agency's activities in Loen will inevitably shrink. Is this meant to take advantage of this period to shift energy to the Southern Continent and solve nearby problems first?

Mr. Azik is also paying attention to the Spiritual Religion Group. I can also take the lead in cooperating on this matter...

Klein was thoughtful and glanced at the line of small words marked on the outside of the paper bag of identification documents in his hand.

"It sounds like there will be opportunities for us to cooperate in the future."

During the conversation, the detective's hair suddenly darkened and was combed sideways, his light blue eyes turned dark brown at some point, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes quickly faded, the lines of his facial features became much harder, and his cheeks became thinner and more angular.

Klein took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from his pocket and put them on, taking the opportunity to fit the character to suppress the emotion in his eyes, and nodded rather coldly.

"First meeting, Gehrman Sparrow."

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Chapter 6 The beginning of the trip

Chapter 196 The beginning of the trip

October 27, 10:35 am.

The weather was dark and gloomy, but there was no fog familiar to Backlund people. The waves came in waves, blowing away all the haze, allowing the high-altitude clouds to curl up and form various shapes, reflecting the golden red cast by the sky.

Klein stood outside a rather old three-story building, looking at the dozens of passenger ships and cargo ships moored in the half-moon-shaped haven in the distance. The hem of his white shirt and long black windbreaker, which were a little light compared to the seasonal temperature, were casual. The wind trembled, rising and falling with the waves.

The sea breeze in late autumn was cold and biting. After looking into the distance for a while, Klein's cheeks were sore from the blowing. He no longer continued to enjoy the leisurely and elegant sea view. He picked up the suitcase at his feet, figured out the direction a little, and walked slowly towards a A huge steamer occupying half of the dock.

This is a passenger ship with two decks and a volume capacity that far exceeds that of other ships in the same port. It is equipped with a high-horsepower steam boiler that is almost within the limit of civilian standards, and it also retains three masts. Although the appearance does not look as grand and spacious as the cruise ships that the nobles took when they went on long sea voyages, compared with ordinary steam ships, the details of the interior decoration are definitely more elegant and carefully crafted.

This is an experimental steam liner built entirely by Intis Suchit Bank. From the captain, first mate, to general boiler workers, they are all recruited and selected by the Intis headquarters of Suchit Bank... Put an envelope After handing it to the waiter on the gangway to check the ticket, Klein looked around and looked around.

The thumb wrapped in a white glove brushed the lacquer seal made of gold melted into liquid. The waiter held the letter cutter in one hand and carefully opened the envelope. Sure enough, he saw a first-class ticket.

"At 11:20 on October 27, the Queen Matilda departed from Pulitzer Port and passed through the West Balam Uttar Pradesh Pass Grand Canal, Pulitzer to Kukwa..."

This trip, from the relatively general outline of the ship and route to the selection of cabins, beds and other details, was all handled by members of the Trunsoest Intelligence Agency on behalf of Klein. It was Gehrman Sparrow's Part of the ID disguise.

Since "Cline Moretti" had been living in Loen for the first half of his life and was obsessed with the closed world of the small city of Tingen, Klein didn't know the so-called Suxi when he first got the ticket. If he knew a little bit about what the Special Bank meant, I'm afraid he wouldn't be happy to accept the ship ticket reimbursed by the Intelligence Bureau, but would rather pay the extra expenses out of his own pocket.

The birth of modern banking institutions in Intis can basically be equated with Russell. They were born in a series of reforms of "Caesar the Great", and subsequently in the "Patron God of Commerce" - "Eternal Blazing Sun" and its It flourished with the support of the church, and Suchit Bank was one of them.

The only difference is that unlike private banks with weak business capabilities, except for the Bank of Trier, which is completely controlled by the parliamentary government, large banks such as Suhit and Asset Credit were all reduced to The spoils of the religious-political struggle not only reduced the shares held by the original shareholders, but also reluctantly entered the game from a mere financial institution to the Church of the Eternal Burning Sun, the Intis military, and those who had to unite with the Esoteric Order. The Sauron family has been transformed into a financial and intelligence agency with intricate distribution of internal forces. It can be called a cosmetic change.

The purpose of arranging a ship under the Suhit Bank for me was also to perfect Gehrman Sparrow, who had lived experience in the Southern Continent and Intis, colluded with multiple forces in private, was double-dealing, treacherous, and had a personality that served money for his extreme selfish interests. ist image?

Is it to prevent that even if the identity is exposed in the future, Gehrman Sparrow's character and style can be used to conceal the true identity of Aurora Society's divine envoy V?

As expected of a professional intelligence agency, they are so considerate... After the check verification process was over, and he got the ticket back from the waiter who respectfully handed back the envelope with both hands, Klein declined the waiter's offer to find someone to help him carry his luggage. At his suggestion, he climbed onto the deck alone.

He did not rush to enter his room, but stood on the deck with his suitcase and civilized stick, pretending to use the height of the passenger ship to look down at the scenery inland of the port.

The dark brown pupils shrank slightly, the darkness spread to cover the entire eyeballs, and the illusory black and white spiritual line of vision covered the original colorful world.

After scraping away the black threads above the heads of workers and ordinary passengers, Klein noticed a couple wandering on the gangplank.

The man wore a pair of exquisite gold-rimmed glasses, a maroon coat, and a dark red and dark brown plaid scarf around his neck. His slightly wrinkled face revealed a strong bookishness. He looked old-fashioned and conservative. Has the temperament of a scholar.

Holding his arm at the side was a girl with long black hair, a pretty face, and wet eyes that looked pure and lovely. The age gap between her and the man was a bit exaggerated. If they hadn't worn the same style of ring on their ring fingers, Klein did not dare to rashly confirm the relationship between the two.

Interestingly, before Klein could fully see the details of the two of them, several more "passengers" exuding strange auras on the deck, who stood out among ordinary people like fireflies flying through the night, diverted his attention. .

A lady with a dignified and elegant manner, who looks like she has been in the social world for a long time, and whose appearance has been indelibly marked by time; a sickly gentleman who covers his cheeks from time to time and coughs, feeling that he may faint at any time; half of his body is leaning on the stick of civilization, and he is well-groomed a white-haired old man; and a middle-aged man who was clearly carrying a medical bag, but walked with the decisiveness and resounding force of a soldier.

Compared with these people, the "contrast" couple just now doesn't seem to be very outstanding.

Ha... Shaking his head slightly, Klein suddenly left the deck guardrail on which he was leaning forward, chuckled, and walked towards the cabin.

…

Deep in the foggy sea, in the sea area close to the ruins of the God War, the "Blue Avenger" was quietly docked at the edge of an island. The windows on the ship were flashing with weak lights. Looking from the distant foggy sea, Just like the eyes of a sea monster that will emerge from the sea at some unknown time, it exudes the terrifying aura of unknown mystery.

Feeling the warmth from the candle, Alger Wilson frowned and gasped for air, trying hard to squeeze the dark blue scales that kept popping up on his body back under his skin.

He has become a "Wind Blessed One" and is now a true Sequence Six. Apart from not having a powerful sealed item, he is no different from "Hurricane Lieutenant General" Qilingos who could manipulate him at will in the past.

As long as he can continue to get the attention of Mr. Fool, it is not completely unimaginable to completely surpass Qilingers and be on par with the archbishops... He is obviously one step closer to his dream, but Alger is not happy at this moment. stand up.

At the pirate conference, he perfectly completed the task assigned to him by "The World". Not only did he obtain the inheritance of Qilingos, but he also brought Mr. Fool's beloved closer to him to a certain extent. The two laid the foundation for their future cooperation.

But at the same time, at the pirate conference, he felt an inexplicable fear that he could not find the source of.

At first, he thought that his lavish act of selling sealed artifacts from the "Arbitrator" channel attracted the attention of the spies planted by the mainland government among the pirates. He also suspected that his abnormal behavior was discovered by the sailors of the "Church of Storms" on the ship. Told.

But as time went by, as he drove the "Blue Avenger" gradually out of the Sunya Sea, this ubiquitous and traceless pressure still shrouded his head, making He had to suspect that other forces were targeting him.

For example, some secret organizations that are hostile to Mr. Fool.

Gifts are often accompanied by curses, and everything has a price... Alger had already been prepared for such an unfolding when he made the ambition to get ahead as a child.

Since he has accepted all the conveniences brought by Mr. Fool's favor, he must also bear risks.

Last week's Tarot meeting was temporarily canceled. Maybe I can try to report my guesses to Mr. "The Fool" alone at the next Tarot meeting, and see if I can ask for the help of Mr. "The Fool"'s saints... Alger was thoughtful.

"The World" used him to sell those batches of "arbitrator" characteristics and sealed objects of unknown origin, certainly not just to sell off the stolen goods.

That powerful, mysterious party member had long ago been investigating many unusual private actions of the royal family, whether it was slave trading or connections with secret organizations. Even though Alger only heard a little about "the world" and "magic" at the party. Combined with the investigation results shared by "Master" and the "Black Emperor" blasphemy card that suddenly appeared in Mr. Fool's hand one day, one can also guess that there is a huge conspiracy hidden behind these seemingly ordinary unethical transactions.

I have done so much for them, and it is not too much to ask for help only once, to protect myself...

Thinking of this, Alger, who had completely recovered from the aftereffects of his promotion, adjusted his state, found a mirror and took a look at it. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he walked out of the captain's room.

And in the distance, on the calm sea where the ghost ship captain was unaware, a deep purple eyeball with both illusory and real characteristics was quietly suspended in the sea of ​​fog.

It does not move with the sea breeze, but remains parallel to the "Blue Avenger" sailing at a constant speed, faithfully feedbacking all changes in this sea area to its owner.

The "Queen of Mystery", the leader of the Dawn of Elements, leaned against Bernadette Gustave who was sitting on the lower deck of a small boat. She looked at the "Blue Avenger" who was trying to turn back and sipped her lipstick tea leisurely. .

She had a hunch that the time hadn't come yet.

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Gudong, Gudong...

In the underground building supported by black marble, a light green lake appeared suddenly and was incompatible with the surrounding decoration. The bubbles that emerged one after another broke the tranquility of the emerald-like lake surface. The boiling spirituality continued to overflow, indicating that something was there. About to wake up.

As the number of bubbles increased again, endless thin gray mist poured out from the bottom of the lake, quickly evaporated the moment it left the lake surface, and disappeared without a trace.

The huge amount of gray mist steam turned into a pulling force close to the physical level under the spiritual transformation, dragging a dark gray cocoon to the surface of the water.

Wow...the water flow stirred up by the gray cocoon kept surging outward, diluting the green background of the lake. It washed away this magnificent color time and time again. The two waves came from different places but strangely followed the same path. The rhythmic beating of the heartbeat slowly broke the calm.

The crystal coffin next to the lake began to stir for no reason, and cracks on the surface of the gray cocoon tore apart the restraints, as if it were a precursor to breaking out of the cocoon and rebirth.

The world was overturned by invisible forces, and the picture turned into black and white. In the illusory perspective, several illusory threads connecting the ice coffin and the cocoon moved, and the cracks on the surface of the cocoon were broken by countless squirming insects.

These insects with complicated mysterious patterns on the surface and exuding bright starlight were squirming crazily. They were glued into two thin slices due to the combination of external forces, and the cracks that bound him were torn open.

The translucent insect body that condensed a corner of the starry sky melted and turned into bones. The sub-healthy white skin covered the crazy mysterious patterns. The cracks on the surface of the cocoon became larger and larger until it was enough for the fuzzy figure to walk out of it.

Finally, the naked man walked out of the shelter where he had slept for three hundred years. The crystal coffin placed next to the lake burst into flames as if cheering, and a long-haired figure wearing an asymmetrical coat slowly stood up.

Her wet blond hair hangs down on both sides, and her light blue eyes quickly escape from confusion and look to her side with a slight haste.

When he saw that figure standing there, looking at him with her beautiful green eyes, the man finally felt the peace he had not seen for a long time.

He stretched out his hand to touch the face that made him miss him so much, but the second before he touched it, he pulled it back like an electric shock.

The newly born "ancient scholar" quickly adjusted his breathing and glanced at the dim mausoleum. Starlight instantly appeared on his body, and his skin squirmed and he wore a black trench coat that was in line with the aesthetics of the current era.

Steam engines, telegraphs, trains... The man recalled everything he had seen during his high-speed "travel", a smile slowly appeared on his lips, and he looked towards the only faintly illuminated corridor in front of him.

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After placing his luggage, Klein, who was still not used to staying in the cramped cabin, decided to go for a walk on the deck and read a book www.uukanshu.net while waiting for the lunch that was about to begin.

In fact, to be honest, the first-class cabin of a first-class passenger ship like the "Queen Matilda" is not narrow and small. It cannot be like the ordinary ships that can be seen everywhere. There is only a little more space in the cabin for a bed. Klein's So he felt restrained, and it was because of his psychology, and the strange fellow travelers he had just seen on the deck were arousing his curiosity.

The first-class cabin provides three free meals, and the restaurant opens at twelve o'clock. I can still travel for forty-five minutes... Klein closed the door, followed the instructions inside the corridor, determined the direction, and walked to the left passage past.

The passenger ship with two decks was quite large inside. Klein walked for a full two minutes before leaving the cabin area.

Suddenly, before he went out, Klein heard the lady on the deck whom he had met once, lowering her voice and scolding another old acquaintance on the deck - the doctor who looked like a soldier. .

The lady with an attendant beside her was bossing around, and her condescending tone attracted Klein's attention.

The gentleman with a thin face, sharp edges, and an obvious sharpness in his coldness stopped in his tracks alertly, standing behind the shadow cast by the gate at the end of the passage.

He looked in the direction of the lady and the waiter, stared at the head of one of them for a moment, and raised the corners of his stiff mouth a little.

interesting.

I'm going to start torturing myself. It's because I'm out of my mind that I want to write a plot that's different from the original work.

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Chapter 7 Strange Passenger

Chapter 197 Strange Passenger

"Are you disobeying my decision, John Bird?"

The lady raised her head and folded her arms, almost looking at people with her chin, and her words were full of gunpowder.

"Please pay attention to whether your words are appropriate, ma'am." The military doctor, who was called John Bode, was calm and gentle. The lady's words were like a fist hitting cotton, having no impact on him at all.

His nose twitched slightly, his steps moved slightly, and one arm rushed to the side of his body in the direction behind him.

"I admit that your status is noble, far beyond the comparison of a provincial like me, but my trip this time does not just represent me personally. You know what it means for me to board this ship."

His eyes wandered around the exquisite decorations in the cabin corridor.

"Queen Matilda, beautiful things always require people to pay enough gold and louis to enjoy them. Madam, I can't afford to pay so much just to make the journey more comfortable."

"Scared, are you threatening me?" Facing the implicit subtext behind the military doctor's words, the lady's green eyes just gracefully drew an arc.

"Of course not, madam." John Bode protected the satchel hanging on his waist with one hand and shook his head, "How can I threaten you? I just mustered up the courage to fulfill my responsibilities and complete the assignment safely. Just a bad job for me."

As he spoke, John Bode had turned completely sideways, staring at the door blocking the cabin and public passage with his brown eyes, and raised his voice.

"Besides, we seem to have disturbed other guests."

The military doctor, the lady, and the waiter who followed the woman all paid attention behind the door.

Under their gaze, a young gentleman wearing a long black trench coat, a black formal suit, a half-height silk top hat of the same color, and a cane, with thin and sharp features and a cold temperament, walked out from behind the door.

The gentleman wearing gold-rimmed glasses looked at several people and just nodded coldly as a greeting.

He did not explain why he stayed behind the door to listen to the argument between the two, and avoided the point when he opened his mouth.

"Gehrman Sparrow, I'm sorry to disturb you two."

"Minerva Artois."

"It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Sparrow."

The noble lady who called herself Minerva Artois put on a polite smile, lowered her chin, and briefly introduced herself to Gehrman Sparrow in an arrogant but friendly manner.

"You may have heard Madam calling my name just now, but out of courtesy, let me introduce myself again." The military doctor's hand guarding the satchel became tighter, and the expression on his face was relatively relaxed, "John Bode, as you are From what I can see, he is a fairly qualified doctor."

Physician? Not a doctor?

Klein, who was now presenting himself as "Gehrman Sparrow", raised his eyebrows in his mind and suppressed the teasing that he intended to raise at the corner of his mouth.

Sir, your physique and skills do not look like those of an average doctor.

The "doctor" in front of me, who is over 1.8 meters tall and has a sharp temperament that can trigger the alertness of "poisoned wine brooches", judging from his clothes and the words he just used, there is no doubt that he is a pure Intis, and the only resident there. , will spontaneously divide the citizens of a country into two groups based on their origins - Trier and provincials.

His way of dealing with things is official. The few channels that Intis has official control are, in addition to "Hunter", "Sun", and "Artisan", which are the "diviners" brought by the Esoteric Order. Looking at him, You can first rule out the "Sun" pathway and the "Soothsayer"... Temporarily labeling John Bode as a suspected "Hunter" or "Artisan" pathway, Klein focused on the noble lady who was a little further away from him. The master is from above.

Artois is a prestigious surname.

Unlike the many cheap viscounts and barons in Intis who were named after castles and regions, Artois belonged to the powerful military nobles who took over the heads of the old nobles in Loen during the White Rose War. They were enough to be written into the history books. , an honorable family for college students to study and study.

If Mr. Azik were here, he would definitely have the same emotion as me.

Klein raised his tail with difficulty, and his eyes reflected Minerva Artois and her attendants, and immediately responded.

"It's an honor to meet you two."

Although Klein didn't want to prolong this unexpected conversation and let the pleasantries continue, Minerva Artois obviously saw his thoughts and didn't want his thoughts to come true.

The lady relaxed her forearms, which were wrapped in black lace gloves. Her dark blue dress swayed as her legs exchanged positions. There was a real curiosity in her fake smile.

"Mr. Sparrow, you don't look like an ordinary young man who goes to the Southern Continent to seek wealth."

Since the north-south continental waterway has stabilized, the Pars Kingdom and the Highland Kingdom have perished one after another, and the situation in the West Balam region has gradually stabilized, I set out from Pulitzer Port and bought a boat ticket. With the dream of gold, I wanted to go to the southern continent to get rich. There was an endless stream of young people, and Minerva Artois started with this topic, which was not too rude.

But madam, have you forgotten the name of the ship under your feet? Except for the aristocratic children, I really can't think of any young people who want to work hard to make a world, would choose to spend 70 pounds to buy a ship ticket. This But the total income of an average person for most of the year...

Faced with Minerva's somewhat perfunctory conversational skills, the corners of Klein's raised lips sank again.

"I'm an adventurer."

This time it was the medic John's turn to be surprised.

"adventurer?"

"I'm afraid you are the first adventurer to board the Queen Matilda as a passenger in all her years of sailing."

Really, that's still a great honor... Klein cursed and followed John's words, wanting to end this conversation as soon as possible that was not suitable for the character of Germain Sparrow.

"Maybe, I'm more professional than them."

"Oh, more professional!" John sighed slightly exaggeratedly.

He half-turned his body and his shoulders inadvertently shrugged, revealing the disdainful sarcasm in his heart.

But soon, John Bode suppressed his instinct, and his mouth with nasolabial folds on both sides twitched, as if he had swallowed something hard.

He glanced at Minerva, who took the handkerchief from the waiter's hand, and said in a half-joking tone.

"It looks like the rest of the journey won't be as boring as I imagined before boarding the ship."

"Adventurers are the people with the most stories on the sea besides pirates. You must have hidden a lot of interesting experiences. I can also contribute one or two. There is wine on the ship. We can all go to the cafe to play cards and chat. No need. All day long we can only use the dining room, the room, and the deck, so that we can have fun without disturbing other people's eyes."

Sir, there is no need for you to turn into the Riddler after hearing that I am an adventurer. Even if you tell the lady next to you in front of me that I am dangerous, I will not hold a grudge... It is different from the colorful inner drama. , Klein had no intention of wasting his words, he picked up a silver chain that was hidden by the open placket of his windbreaker, and took out the pocket watch that was placed in the breast pocket of his formal suit.

He glanced at the time, then turned over the side with the moving hands, facing the military doctor and shaking it.

"The journey is still long, and now I'm looking forward to lunch."

"Heroes see the same thing, haha, this is the famous saying of Emperor Russell." Military doctor John Bode said, "I have always believed that compared to mellow coffee, confit duck, pan-fried duck breast and Savoie cheese fondue is more to my taste and that's what's available on the Queen Matilda."

"I heard that the big bosses of Suchit Bank, in order to improve the quality of the Queen, specially hired the chef of Serenzo Restaurant. Their black truffle porcini is excellent, although I don't like it very much."

As he spoke, military doctor John Bode naturally moved closer to Klein.

"By the way, I just passed by the restaurant. They said they would prepare appetizers and desserts before the official meal begins. Let's go and take a look?"

He took the time to look at Minerva Artois behind him.

"Madam, are you going?"

After seeing Minerva clearly rejecting his invitation, John Bode just shrugged indifferently, and then stared at Klein, looking forward to his answer.

After thinking about it, Klein agreed to the invitation from the military doctor.

Not only was the other party curious about his purpose of boarding the ship, he was also interested in the identities of the two ship passengers from Intis, not to mention that before being discovered by the two, he also noticed a more interesting detail.

His eyes moved towards the well-maintained lady who was still graceful even though there were signs of age, and Klein nodded slightly.

"OK."

…

"Albert, I let you board this ship because of our past friendship!"

"Don't forget, your current identity is not a damn painter, you are now a temporary waiter. Hurry up and take those sheets that should be thrown into the boiler and send them to the laundry room, otherwise I will throw you in!"

The man in simple formal clothes stopped and stood in the staff passageway that ran through the restaurant's kitchen, staff quarters and captain's room, watching indifferently the farce between the passenger ship manager and the sickly young man.

The manager, who was wearing a black tuxedo and a small vest with a tie around his neck, slapped the man on the back who kept coughing hard, knocking him out of the air.

"Remember your current status. To be a waiter, you must behave like a waiter. Apart from changing the sheets for the guests, you are not qualified to walk in the guest aisle, nor can you push the damn starch bucket through the main entrance of the restaurant. You If you want to walk, you have to go through the employee passage and take a detour through the side door!"

"I understand, Kane, cough." The sick young man, Albert, covered the lower part of his face and coughed a few more times.

He exuded a strong smell of soup. He put one hand in his pocket and took a long time to pull out a handkerchief. While covering his mouth and nose, he looked at the uninvited guest who had been watching the two quarreling for a long time.

But before Albert could become curious about the identity of this man who was wearing a simple formal suit and looked like a high-end attendant, the passenger ship manager who also saw the man suddenly changed his expression.

He almost pushed Albert into the room, scolded him casually, and asked him to quickly deal with the sheets that would be changed tomorrow morning, and then quickly walked towards the direction where the man was standing.

The passenger ship manager carefully made sure that no one was passing by around him, lowered his voice, and bowed his head to the man with a mixture of respect and fear.

"Sir, are you here to see the captain?"

The man in simple formal attire did not speak, and his reaction seemed to be delayed. He nodded after two seconds.

"Brent is in the captain's cabin?"

"Yes, the ship has just sailed. The captain and first mate are both here. The second mate is on the deck now."

Regarding the man's question, the passenger ship manager answered the question in great detail and even took the initiative to add some information.

"good."

There was still a slow response. After the man got the answer, he ignored the frightened passenger ship manager, bypassed the black tuxedo that was bent at 90 degrees, and walked straight to the captain's cabin at the end of the staff passage.

Two minutes later, the dark wooden door was pushed open. The captain and first mate of the "Queen Matilda" who were discussing something were about to get angry, but after seeing the appearance of the person clearly, their expressions invariably changed from anger to fear to fear. Humbly, they all lowered their heads.

"gentlemen."

They couldn't afford to offend the big shot who worked in an important department in Trier, so they had no choice but to bow their heads even when facing her attendants.

The man in simple formal attire looked around the entire captain's room, then closed and locked the door. His tone fluctuated for the first time, showing a slight displeasure.

"There are many dangerous people on the ship. Didn't you notice it before sailing?"

A dangerous person, an extraordinary person from an enemy country?

Only the captain and the first mate of sequence nine looked at each other. Under the captain's eyes, the first mate explained bravely.

"Sir, you know, after all, we are just temporary employees of the company. If it were not for the special nature of the Queen, we have not been exposed to extraordinary opportunities. Our level is really limited..."

"The level is limited..." the man repeated, then nodded, "Understandable."

Suddenly, he passed over the captain and first mate who were standing side by side, walked quickly to the desk behind them, and grabbed a paper bag from it that he had not yet had time to seal and burn. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net

"Is this the passenger information registered this time?"

"Yes." The captain hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell the truth.

Watching the man begin to pull out the documents with the details of the ship's passengers one by one from the paper bag, the captain's entire face couldn't help but wrinkle up.

Although collecting passengers' private information privately is absolutely against the law and the Chamber of Commerce Agreement, this is the request of the supporters behind Suchit Bank. With the bank's cover-up, this kind of behavior will certainly not be exposed in ordinary times.

But if the collected information happens to be used by the Kingdom's secret agency to participate in operations in the gray or even black fields, then once the incident occurs, not to mention how much losses the bank will suffer, the captain knows that his end will never be happy.

Fortunately, the visitor with a special identity did not make any more attempts to violate the privacy protection regulations. He just picked out a few documents after quick identification, and returned all other documents to the bag.

He put the selected documents into a pile and pointed to the sealed paper bag.

"The rest can be burned."

When the captain heard this, he let out a big sigh of relief as if he was being pardoned.

He carefully leaned forward and took away the paper bag. At the same time, he inevitably caught sight of the top few documents picked out by the man from the corner of his eye.

It was a couple with a huge age difference, and a stern gentleman wearing gold-rimmed glasses and upright features. The one with the portrait of the gentleman was facing the ceiling, facing a spider hiding its head on the ceiling. .

The update is late tonight. I went to the hospital in the afternoon and looked at the old man. I apologize for understanding.

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Chapter 8 Hit it off

Chapter 198 Hit it off

Sure enough, I met a colleague...

Manipulating the spider to slowly retreat to the shadow-covered corner of the ceiling, Klein relaxed his fingers and disconnected the spiritual body thread he had mastered. At the same time, his left hand holding the dinner plate couldn't help but tremble.

"What's wrong?"

"Don't like foie gras?"

With his shameless face and ignorance of the details, John Bode, a military doctor, managed to sit at the same dining table as Klein.

"You Loen people just lack the courage to try new things, so you haven't made any innovations in food for hundreds of years."

Looking at the large restaurant decorated with gold and white marble, John Bode deliberately waved the hand holding the knife in front of Klein's eyes, and then cut into another piece of foie gras he took.

"Try new things more. Young people, especially those who create a life at sea, will not make money if they remain conservative."

Sir, no one ever said that your conversational skills are really bad? Klein followed John Bode's example and carefully cut the red foie gras into finger-sized pieces. He spread it evenly on the toasted toast and dipped it in some extra jam for seasoning. .

He didn't exactly follow John Bird's lead, opting for relatively fluffy toast rather than the specialty baguette from Intis, even though it looked familiar to him.

"There are not enough manpower and guns on this ship." After finishing a small piece of foie gras and boarding the ship, Klein suddenly looked across the dining table and asked abruptly.

Noticing the change in Klein's attitude, John Bode couldn't help but chuckle.

"What, are you afraid that some pirates will come up and snatch your pants away when the boat is halfway full?"

"Don't be afraid, young man, at sea it's not about who has the number of sailors and guns, whoever is the boss."

"Look at Vice Admiral Iceberg, she only has one ship. Just looking at the number of pirates in the group, she can't even compare with many small and medium-sized pirates. But except for those who are also pirate generals, who dares to find her? Looking for excitement?"

"But there is no shortage of desperadoes on the sea." Klein said stubbornly, as if he didn't understand John Bode's hint.

He needed to get the other person to speak more clearly, and try to see if he could induce the other person to unintentionally reveal something of real value.

"So what?" John Bode looked at the tableware on the dining table and said with a smile.

He looked around at the ornamental barriers that divided the restaurant into small areas, then lowered his voice.

"Desperados only want money over their lives when they want to make money, but they also know that when they have money, they also need opportunities to spend it."

"Sir, let me give you a piece of advice. Don't think so foolishly of the pirates at sea."

"You look like you have gone to school. Indeed, many pirates are hopelessly illiterate. They want to sleep when they read words, but this is different from being brainless."

Picking up the knife, John Bode used the remaining brown-red sauce to draw a zigzag line on the white dinner plate.

It's the route map this time... Klein recalled it for a moment and overlaid the route map he just saw on the wall of the guest room with the simple lines on the dinner plate.

The knife slid along the curve until it left the ceramic plate at the end. John Bode spit out a series of place names before taking a sip of the light beer at hand.

"Mr. Sparrow, we have just left Pulitzer. We will first go to the archipelago where pirates frequent the most, and then go to the violent sea with dangerous storms. Finally, we have to go deep into West Balam, where newspapers report the war every day. There is no bunker. Protected Pas Grande Canal…"

"As far as I know, the Queen Matilda has sailed on routes like this dozens of times, almost a hundred times, but have you ever heard of any accidents she had?"

He couldn't help but sneer as he looked at Klein who said nothing but had a much more serious look on his face.

"On the sea, no one will take the initiative to cause trouble for the church and state troops."

"Don't look at the newspapers, they always report on which country's navy the pirate generals and the so-called pirate kings had a conflict with, how many warships they sunk, and how."

"Believe me, what the reporters didn't say is that the pirates' damage is definitely far greater than that of the navy."

"Although I have only known you for less than an hour, and maybe you are really professional, I can tell that you have never been to the sea before, and you have always been active on the mainland." John Bode squeezed out With an unpredictable smile, "Mr. Sparrow, I suggest that if you want to start a big business in the future, you must never call yourself an adventurer again."

"They are all desperadoes, villains and traitors. It is easy for others to misunderstand and prejudice you."

As he spoke, John Bode dipped the last piece of bread into the soup and said with a smile.

"Of course, young people always have their own ideas."

"What I say may not be right. It's up to you how much you listen."

…

Four o'clock in the afternoon, stern.

"Some of the passengers on this ship are very strange."

The sudden inquiry broke the tranquility with only the sea breeze blowing, causing the lady who was leaning on the fence without a waiter to look back.

The person who came was a figure carrying a cane, wearing a neat half-height silk top hat, a double-breasted gown that complemented the endless blue and black, his face had clear lines, and there was an obvious sharpness in the coldness.

"It's not surprising, this is the norm at sea, Mr. Gehrman Sparrow."

Madame Minerva Artois, who was still dressed as she was in the morning, but with a soft hat on her head, said with a smile.

"Why do we need to meet here?"

With that said, Klein walked to Mrs. Minerva's side.

"Because I can see the light."

Minerva took her hands off the fence and tried to make an intimate move with Hermann. After several failed attempts, Minerva had no choice but to lean against the fence again and pretend to be overlooking the blue sea.

"This identity is a member of the Artois family. With such a surname, it is not surprising to hold an important position in the royal government. Even if your identity is exposed, others will only think that I am contacting you and conducting official business. handover."

"It's you, you don't seem to be a colleague I'm familiar with?" Mrs. Minerva turned her head to look at Gehrman Sparrow's angular face, and narrowed her eyes slightly.

Didn't you take the initiative to expose my disguise and invite me to meet in private?

Recalling the threads of spiritual bodies that trembled abnormally in front of his eyes after leaving the restaurant, which attracted him to search for the source of the anomaly, Klein joked in his mind.

"Maybe I'm not a 'Secret Puppet Master', I just used a sealed object."

"Come on, let's not talk about how many of the characteristics of the 'Secret Puppet Master' are out there. At least I have never seen someone who can use a sealed object to completely and for a long time control a marionette and perform precise operations."

The noble lady Minerva's words suddenly became extremely professional, and she immediately dropped her last guard.

"The owners of the two identity documents you showed me are the targets of your mission this time, right?"

After a pause, Klein asked proactively.

"It's an unexpected surprise. They were not my original mission target." Minerva moved her stiff shoulders. "What about you, why did you come to this ship?"

"Don't tell me it's to monitor the dishonest wild dogs raised by the Sauron family. They are not worthy of our action."

"Do you think I eavesdropped on your conversation because of John Bode?" Klein asked the question without answering.

The person in front of him in the skin of a noble lady is undoubtedly a believer of the True Creator and the "Secret Puppet Master" in the Secret Order, but Klein has no plans to reveal too much of his origins to him, at least not yet.

The identity of Gehrman Sparrow is currently known to only ten people, including the members of the Intelligence Agency who created this false identity.

Accepting the title of God's Envoy is one thing, but Klein's heartfelt unwillingness to have more to do with non-essential followers of the True Creator is another matter.

"John Baldur..." Minerva murmured the name, the smile on her lips was mean and sarcastic, "He is a very capable person, but unfortunately he chose the wrong person to be loyal to. There are so many extraordinary people on the ship, Only the information about him and the husband of that couple was something I had seen in advance."

"He had previously served in the southern continent colony of Intis. After he retired, he became the steward of a manor of the Sauron family with a good income. He worked there until 1334, that is, fifteen years ago, when he left the manor and continued to be loyal to him. The old boss, from a watchdog guarding the door of the wine cellar, quickly transformed into a biting hound."

"Unfortunately, I thought you were on board the ship to investigate the little secrets he did when he came to Loen this time." Minerva shrugged her shoulders in an unladylike manner, "I'm quite curious."

In other words, are most of the extraordinary people gathered on this ship really due to coincidence? Klein felt a little incredible.

But after a second thought, he immediately accepted this reality calmly.

Also, except for the Church of Storms, the power of various national governments and secret organizations in the sea is relatively weak. They are far from the absolute control on the mainland, and are more suitable for covert activities and fishing in troubled waters.

"Talk about your unexpected surprise." Klein suddenly changed the topic and took the initiative to explain to Minerva Artois. "My mission is not clear yet."

"The marionette is damaged. Do you want to get a new marionette?"

When they met in the morning, Minerva Allua discovered that this colleague she had never met did not have a matching marionette.

She obviously misunderstood Klein's intention and mistook his whim as a wish to join forces with colleagues who met by chance and get a share of the pie within the scope of the colleague's mission.

Klein had no desire to explain this.

He happens to lack a marionette that he can take advantage of. If one of the couples is really suitable, it is not impossible for him to transform one of them into a marionette.

And he is almost certain that among the couple with an exaggerated age difference, the younger wife is a "witch" who hides her identity.

This comes from the experience he accumulated from having just met the "Witch" and successfully escaped from the "Black Saint" and the "Desperate Nightingale".

"I have no problem, but the subsequent distribution issues need to be discussed in advance." Minerva said, "I can help you get a new marionette. In contrast, give me the information found on those two people. I read their information. What they may be doing now is related to the content of my mission to a certain extent. I need to hand it over to my superior. As for the items found on those two people, we will share them equally. It's nothing. Problem?"

Fair enough... Klein was about to nod when he suddenly thought of something, smiled meaningfully, and asked for no reason.

"Are you a member of the Islands side?"

Hearing this, Minerva glanced at Klein slightly strangely, and the vigilance she had lowered just now became a little higher.

Although she didn't answer, her behavior seemed to have provided Klein with an answer.

Minerva Artois, or the "Puppet Master" behind this identity, was indeed a member of the Islands branch of the Trunsoest Intelligence Agency.

Huh, I didn't expect that compared to other "Secret Puppet Masters", Jerry Zaratul could be considered a good professional. Compared with him, Minerva Artois is somewhat amateur...

Emotional changes can be reflected in body parts and detailed expressions. This "clown" magic potion performance is not very good... Klein did not pursue it further and skipped to the next link.

"How do you plan to get the information?"

"That couple, Ricardo Colombo and Giorgia Colombo, the husband was a director of a grain import and export company in Feneport and was very close to the royal family of Castile and was probably a 'magistrate', The most 'interrogator', the wife is most likely a witch."

Minerva changed her previous lazy style and analyzed it carefully.

"Such a combination, the two of us working together, is not even difficult to deal with, but considering that we are now on the Queen Matilda, in a relatively densely populated closed space, it is best to reduce the temperature as much as possible. Influence, try not to let any news leak out."

She thought for a moment and suggested tentatively.

"My suggestion is that I will deal with the husband and separate them. Of course, I will also deal with the witch with you. I will provide you with some help. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net will ensure that you can successfully transform her into a Secret Puppet."

"What if they carry sealed objects that pose a greater threat, or hide other dangers?" Klein asked reasonably.

Witches have comprehensive abilities. In addition to direct confrontation, the black magic they master is also very effective in escape, so they have to be taken seriously.

Faced with what Klein pointed out as an omission that might lead to accidents, Minerva thought for a moment and replied.

"I'll test their ins and outs tonight."

"The ship under our feet has shares from the Eternal Sun Church, the government, the Sauron family, and us. As long as Colombo from Feneport is still sane, even if he discovers my temptation, he will not If you choose to do it on the ship, you will be as low-key as possible for a few days at most and not leave the room."

Okay... Klein nodded slightly.

"Move after four o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

"Why is it afternoon?" Minerva asked curiously.

Generally speaking, the early morning hours are the most lazy time to put on guards, and most passengers have not had time to wake up from their dreams.

The young gentleman with a thin and stern face gently touched the glove on his left hand and said with a faint smile.

"Some personal matters."

Because tomorrow afternoon at three o'clock is the time for the tarot session that is a week late.

There is a reason why the secret puppet master on the ship easily won Xiao Ke's trust.

Because "Secret" became the true "Fool" at the end of the Fourth Age, and coupled with his previous hard work, he also monopolized the diviner path like other true gods, so there will be no wild marionette masters loyal to other forces. Appear.

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