Chapter 74: Entering the Island at Midnight

Chapter 74: Entering the Island at Midnight

So he really teleported here… How extravagant…

Alger’s spirit tightened, then quickly relaxed, though the wariness and vigilance in his heart did not lessen in the slightest.

Seeing Gehrman Sparrow again, he discovered that although the other man’s traits had not changed much compared with before, the indescribable aura of a powerhouse in his every gesture had grown deeper and more terrifying.

As expected of the mad adventurer who could incite a demigod-level battle and escape successfully…

Alger’s small amount of pride from having just become a Sequence 5 abruptly melted away in that moment.

Holding his lantern, he slowly walked over, looked at Gehrman Sparrow, and deliberately said, “The traces you left here may not disappear for hundreds or even thousands of years.”

He was confirming whether the mountain’s collapse was related to the other party.

Klein gazed at the changed terrain for a moment, released his right hand from pressing on the top hat, and gave a refined smile.

“The greatest contribution here belongs to Sea King.”

Hiss. He truly created a demigod-level battle that could have destroyed Bayam, making Sea King directly attack this place… And under such circumstances, he survived and even “took away” Admiral of Blood. This is almost unimaginable—impossible to believe!

Alger began to suspect that Gehrman Sparrow possessed a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact, an item equivalent to the demigod level!

He did not reveal his shock or astonishment, nor did he dare probe any further. Instead, he asked, “Do you plan to go to that primitive island now?”

“Of course,” Klein answered calmly.

It was deep night now, precisely the time when Dawn Dantes was sleeping and no one would disturb him. Once daylight arrived, he would have no choice but to appear.

Of course, to guard against accidents such as fire, Klein had also summoned the Magic Mirror, Arrodes, to constantly watch over the mirror illusion on his side and respond when necessary.

If the Evernight Church’s “dream therapy” for the wealthy gentleman had not already ended, I would definitely have had to postpone this operation…

Klein could not help sighing inwardly.

Alger examined himself, discovered that he could not obtain any more mystical items in a short time, and took out a black-iron-colored ring with thorn-like protrusions, putting it on the thumb of his left hand.

Enduring a throbbing headache, he gave a slight nod.

“Happy cooperation.”

Then he saw Gehrman Sparrow walk over expressionlessly and reach toward his shoulder.

In that instant, Alger’s first reaction was that the other party was attacking him. Instinctively, he wanted to dodge sideways. But he immediately remembered his earlier guess, and amid a rapid flash of thoughts, he forcefully restrained his subconscious movement, allowing the mad adventurer’s hand to land on his left shoulder.

Immediately afterward, he noticed Gehrman Sparrow’s left hand become transparent, as if it were carrying a reflection of the spirit world. Then the blackness before his eyes deepened, the red moon grew brighter, and all kinds of colors became distinct yet layered over one another.

Countless nearly invisible figures retreated “backward.” With Gehrman Sparrow’s help, Alger rapidly traversed the spirit world.

Creeping Hunger… Teleportation… So that is it…

No sooner had that thought surfaced than he saw his body falling straight down. The rich colors around him receded, and everything returned to normal.

A beach… reefs… trees… This is an uninhabited island…

Alger looked around and was just about to speak when the phenomenon of thickening colors and clear overlapping layers appeared once more.

This time, when they left the spirit world, they were in midair. Below them was the deep-blue sea, waves rising and falling.

Although Alger had never cooperated with Gehrman Sparrow in actual combat, his rich experience allowed him to tacitly create a swirling gust of wind at…