6kv Chapter 365 Alger's Speculation
Chapter 365 Alger's Speculation
Chapter 365 Alger's Speculation
After silently criticizing it to himself, he continued reading:
Sequence 8: Machine...
Sequence 7: The Lucky One...
Sequence 6: The Calamity Priest...
Sequence 5: Winner Main Materials: One piece of Divine Blessing Crystal, the heart of the Crimson Flame Treant Auxiliary Materials: 80 ml of Crimson Flame Treant sap, 20 g of Divine Blessing Crystal attachment, 10 g of white mustard seeds, 9 drops of sweet chestnut flower essential oil, a lucky ritual from others: For one month, put yourself in a state of bad luck and absolutely do not have a single lucky moment.
Sequence 4: The Curse of Doom: To face a major disaster and survive when one's luck is at its lowest point, without prior preparation or finding a way to eliminate or mitigate its effects.
As expected, it's the path that best represents "fate," emphasizing that survival depends entirely on luck.
Those who manage to make it through this path are truly lucky.
After a few internal reflections, he looked up at Adam and tentatively asked, "If I want to quickly digest the 'Traveler's' potion, which places would be suitable for me to travel to?"
Adam gently wiped the blasphemous tablet from his hand, then calmly said, "For a 'traveler,' the more unique and extraordinary the place, the better the potion will be absorbed."
"For example, the abyss you are contemplating, the land forsaken by the gods, the hidden world of 'night'..."
"It's a bit difficult, but there are ways to get there..." He paused, then asked, "What about the mental world?"
Adam nodded calmly: "Didn't you already leave the coordinates?"
"You can travel to some strange dream worlds, and you might have unexpected gains."
Cyril nodded, asked a few more questions, and then stood up to bow and take his leave.
At No. 14 Fragrant Tree Avenue, Klein, who was talking with Danitz in the living room, suddenly turned his head and looked at the dark wooden door in the distance, where starlight shimmered and outlined mysterious symbols.
The next second, the door clicked open, and Cyril emerged from the deep sea behind the "door".
Sensing the lingering spiritual energy within him, Klein asked in a flat tone, "You've advanced?"
"Hmm." Cyril nodded, then looked at Danitz: "Where is your captain?"
Danitz's expression instantly turned wary: "What do you want to do?"
"My first stop on this trip is the 'Golden Dream' cruise ship."
Upon hearing his answer, Danitz's face showed a hint of confusion, and then he silently raised his level of vigilance.
Travel? Isn't this all you do on your journey?
And this guy's first stop on the plan? He's been to the "Golden Dream" before, there's definitely something fishy going on!
He paused, then organized his thoughts, saying, "Actually, I don't know where the captain and the others are either. You know the sea lanes aren't absolutely safe, especially with the standoff between Kavituwa and 'Sea King' these past few days making the atmosphere at sea very tense."
"With the captain's knowledge, he can surely guess what happened, and he might slow down."
"Moreover, the pirates had to be careful not to be caught by military and church ships, so we often had to go in circles when sailing at sea."
He paused briefly, glancing at Cyril's expressionless face, before adding, "If you have something urgent to discuss with the captain, I can try using a summoning ritual. The captain said she can respond as long as we're within 500 nautical miles."
After considering it for a moment, Sirion nodded: "Okay."
Huh? Danitz's expression suddenly froze... Bullshit, I was just being polite, don't you know what manners are?
While inwardly grumbling, Danitz said with a forced smile, "Well, the descent ceremony needs to be arranged at the right time. Hmm, around 4 PM should be fine."
"Hmm." Cyril nodded slightly, then turned to look at Klein.
The latter lifted his foot slightly, then suddenly stopped, turned to look at Danitz, and said coldly, "Go back to your room."
Danitz blinked and looked at him blankly.
"We need to discuss something."
"Okay, okay."
Danitz's lips twitched slightly, then he turned and went back to his bedroom without expression.
After closing the door, he belatedly realized... No, this is my house, this is my home! How did I become the one being ostracized?!
Those two piece of shit, I...
He reached out and pressed his hand on the doorknob, then pulled it back as if he'd been electrocuted.
No, if they really find out their secret, given Gehrman Sparrow's cold and inhuman nature, he'll definitely feed me to "Wriggling Hunger" as a snack.
The thought of the madness he had experienced before, the hunger that felt like it was tearing him apart and devouring him, sent a chill down his spine.
But this is my house! Shouldn't they discuss it somewhere else?
There's no reason to kick out the homeowner... Damn it, could they be after my property?
After hesitating for a while, Danitz gave up thinking, lay down on the bed, covered his head with the blanket, and looked like a quail in danger.
In the living room, Klein sat in the armchair that Danitz had previously occupied, and then asked, "How will the spoils of 'Poseidon' be distributed?"
Cyril pondered for a moment and said, "The Scepter of the Sea God and its followers are yours; the rest are mine."
Klein's expression paused for a moment, then he suddenly turned his head: "Hmm? I don't think I've told you the name of that short staff yet?"
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After a half-second silence, Xireen crossed her arms and said matter-of-factly, "With your naming skills, which are all plagiarism, you can only come up with simple and straightforward names like this."
Klein:
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How can you call it plagiarism when it's the work of a scholar? It's called learning from others, do you understand?
Whether it's Sherlock Moriarty or Gehrman Sparrow, these are names I carefully pieced together based on my own knowledge and experience, okay?
After muttering to himself for a while, he decided to skip the topic. He felt that if he continued, the other party would bring up the matter of him giving the Ten Commandments to the followers of the sea god.
"What do you plan to do with Kavitua's body? When can you take it away?"
"It takes up too much space, and the air in the space above the gray fog smells fishy and rotten."
"Uh... let's do it now. I'll find a spacious place where we won't be disturbed."
As he spoke, he took a step back, and fine, dazzling starlight appeared around him, quickly intertwining to outline a phantom door covered with mysterious patterns and symbols.
After receiving his new mission from Bishop Khogorli at the Sea Wave Church, Alger looked up thoughtfully at the clearing sky above Bayam.
It seems that "Sea God" Kavituwa has completely fallen, but judging from Bishop Jogori's reaction, the Church of Storms did not get what it wanted.
Investigate extraordinary individuals and magical items associated with the "Sun" pathway that appeared in the Rhodes Islands during this period...
Neither "World" nor "Destiny" should be extraordinary beings of the "Sun" pathway. Could it be that others have also set their sights on Kavituwa?
Are they other followers of "The Fool," or other hidden forces?
"Sun" was probably obtained from Mr. Fool's "Singer" potion recipe. Perhaps Mr. Fool also mastered part of the "Sun" pathway?
After letting his thoughts wander, he headed straight for the Ralf Trading Company, which was also located in the area. He knew that the owner was a devout follower of the deeply hidden "Sea God" Kavituwa.
...maybe we can get some clues.
With that in mind, he quickly found his boss, who was leisurely reading a newspaper.
This is not the state a devout believer should be in after the fall of the god he worships. Did he not realize that "the sea god has fallen? This shouldn't be the case."
As he pondered, Alger took a few steps closer and asked with a grin, "Do you know where Kovaro is lately?"
The shop owner shrugged and replied casually, "Who knows? It certainly won't be in Bayam."
"Not many pirates can escape the thorough search of the past two days. Since he didn't die, it means he was very lucky to avoid this crisis."
"You're right, it seems he really is lucky."
Alger nodded, then, as if suddenly remembering something, casually asked, "I heard that many 'Sea God' statues have been breaking apart on their own lately?"
The shop owner nodded frankly: "Yes, but that's not necessarily a bad thing."
"Because God has taken on a new form, this is a necessary change!"
Has the "Sea God" acquired a new image?
Alger's gaze sharpened; in that instant, many thoughts came to mind.
Perhaps this is the true collaboration between Mr. Fool and the entity behind "Fate": one obtains the characteristics left behind by the "Queen of Calamity," and the other obtains the identity and followers of the "Sea God" Kavituwa.
Is this their way of uniting against the "Lord of Storms" and seizing the authority that belongs to the "Storm"?
Or is there an even deeper plan or scheme?
To be able to plan and succeed in such a short time, and to have it all go unnoticed by almost anyone from beginning to end...
The ability of those great beings to plan silently is truly terrifying.
One of the phrases in Mr. Fool's honorific name is "King of Yellow and Black who holds good fortune," which may be a manifestation of good luck.
Gathering his thoughts, Alger couldn't help but swallow the saliva that welled up in his mouth after leaving the Ralf Trading Company, a surge of excitement rising within him as he glimpsed a truly secret secret.
On a deserted, rocky beach outside Bayam, Cyrion tossed out a sheet of paper and imagined a ritual of supplication depicted on it.
"A fool who does not belong to this era, a mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the king of yellow and black who holds the reins of good fortune."
"Your faithful followers pray to you;
We implore you to open the gates of your kingdom;
I pray that you will bestow your blessings.
Ugh!
The surrounding light suddenly dimmed, even the sea breeze became chilly, the flickering candlelight was tinged with gray, and a faint mist wafted out.
The brass holy dagger, salt dish, hydrosol bottle, and herbal powder that were part of the ritual all floated up and drifted in mid-air.
The grayish-white candlelight swelled and leaped three or four meters high, outlining a dark blue-black illusory door.
Through the creaking, swaying open door, a huge, grotesque, rotten, deformed snake head emerged.
A stench mixed with the smell of decay hit him, and Cyril retreated several meters away, his expression contorted.
He raised his hand and summoned a howling wind, blowing the surrounding air, tainted with the fishy stench, toward the sea not far away.
Half a minute later, the creaking, swaying, dark blue-black illusory gate vanished silently.
The carcass of a giant snake, which covered most of the rocky beach along the coastline, emitted a foul stench. Its flesh hung on the skeleton like mud, revealing large patches of white bone underneath.
Besides Kavituwa's body, there were also fist-sized objects radiating intense spiritual light on the open ground where the ceremony had been set up.
There are clear, bright silver crystals that radiate a light like the dawn; there are entirely black crystals with a pure, shimmering light at their core, like a star-studded night sky; there are twisted, spiral-shaped, translucent, dark green sacs...
Cyril snapped his fingers, dispelling the illusionary ritual, and then pushed forward with both hands.
Dense and dazzling starlight appeared before him, outlining a double-opening illusory door as he reached out.
He then turned his head and summoned an "invisible hand" that threw all the objects radiating spiritual light on the ground behind the "door".
After doing all that, he looked at the huge sea serpent carcass and pondered how to move it away.
"It's stinking. How about we process it and keep only the useful bones, fangs, and scales?"
"But it's too big. Even if we exhaust all our spiritual energy, the invisible hand can't move it off this beach."
After hesitating for a moment, he lowered his head and recited a passage in ancient Hermes: "Holy Spirit who seeks knowledge, Lighthouse of the Mysterious World, Eye that peers into destiny, King of the Sea."
A few breaths later, his vision blurred, and he saw a pair of exceptionally sacred, wise, pale purple eyes, as if surrounded by stars.
The "mysterious queen" Bernadette answered his prayers.
Before the other party could ask any questions, he recounted the whole story. At the end, he added, "Although Kavituwa's corpse has lost its special characteristics, it still possesses many mystical qualities. I intend to turn it into a magical item."
"But I don't know any craftsmen of sufficient skill," well, except for Archbishop Horamik at St. Hillan Cathedral.
"Cavitua's body is enormous; I can take half of it as payment."
After a two-second silence, Bernadette's voice echoed in his ear: "You found the ruins where Kavitova was hiding before Arne Courtman?"
"Kavituwa had been hidden for over a hundred years, but now he suddenly collapsed and died completely within just a few days. Do you know why?"
Cyril nodded and answered without any hesitation, "It's all thanks to the help of a friend."
"As for the sudden collapse of Kavituva, it was because a member of the Moss Ascetic Order named Latisia Dorella took the Book of Calamities from the ancient elven ruins on the island of Simim."