Chapter 163: Finally at Ease

Chapter 163: Finally at Ease

Leonard’s expression froze slightly before swiftly returning to normal.

He had already remembered that Dawn Dantes was cooperating with the military and preparing to sell a batch of guns and cannons to West Balam.

Therefore, although this gentleman’s appearance on a military airship was surprising, it was not incongruous at all.

The only question was: he is going to West Balam so soon? Has Amon’s arrival also placed a certain amount of pressure on him?

As Leonard’s thoughts turned, he leveled his gaze again. Together with his teammates, he walked up the gangway, boarded the second level, and entered a large lounge reserved exclusively for them.

The Red Gloves had not been seated for long when deep rumbling, the turning of propeller blades, and all kinds of friction sounds rang out in succession, bringing faint tremors to the floor and walls.

The tremors gradually intensified into swaying. The airship shook as it lifted upward, then bit by bit regained stability.

Klein had already sat down and fastened his safety belt. With a slight curiosity, he looked around, experiencing a sensation of flight different from anything in his past.

“The takeoff is not especially stable, and the altitude is rather low. But without encountering a hurricane, the turbulence is relatively acceptable. I wonder how they achieved that…”

Klein gazed toward the window ahead at an angle, showing absolutely no intention of unfastening his safety belt and walking around.

This was not fear of heights—though he did have a little. After all, if he temporarily wore Creeping Hunger, he could fly short distances and directly Teleport. He was not that afraid. He was merely seriously acting the part of a Desi millionaire taking an airship for the first time.

At that moment, Klein’s spiritual intuition was suddenly touched. He hurriedly clicked his teeth softly and rapidly activated Spirit Vision.

He then saw the colors around him become rich and vivid, layered distinctly over one another. He saw bones after bones surge from the floor like a fountain, forming a huge skeleton nearly four meters tall.

Dark flames burned inside the skeleton’s eye sockets. In its lowered hand, it held a stack of folded letter paper.

Mr. Azik’s messenger… Has he finally recovered from his state of change?

Klein felt a surge of pleasant surprise and immediately prepared to rise and take the letter.

Only when something at his waist and abdomen pulled against him did he remember that he was still wearing his safety belt.

Just as he reached down to unfasten it, the skeletal messenger crouched and stuffed the papers into his hand.

Klein froze for a moment. Then he lifted his head, looking at the messenger’s eye sockets where pitch-black flames burned, and lightly nodded as a greeting.

He could understand why the messenger had not appeared one level lower and only let its upper body pass through the floor. This was a military airship. Apart from the squad of Red Gloves from earlier, there were likely other Beyonders aboard. They likewise possessed spiritual intuition and a certain degree of Spirit Vision, and could faintly detect the messenger’s existence.

But I do not think crouching to deliver a letter is polite… I would rather it do things the way it used to…

Klein muttered silently as he watched the messenger collapse into illusory bones that fell to the floor like a waterfall.

Inside the large lounge, Daly Simone, who still liked calling herself a Spirit Medium, suddenly tilted her head and looked toward another room separated by the hall.

Her brows furrowed slightly, and her eyes narrowed a little.

Daly quickly withdrew her gaze and said to the low-ranking military officer seated in the corner of the lounge acting as an attendant:

“Bring me a mixed drink—half Highland and half champagne.”

“That is a rather strange formula, ma’am,” the officer said while unfastening his safety belt and walking toward the liquor cabinet welded to the…