Chapter 169: Meeting Again

Chapter 169: Meeting Again

Upon seeing Will Auceptin’s reminder, Klein’s first reaction was relief.

“Good thing I didn’t court death by continuing the exploration…” he exhaled without the slightest attempt to hide it.

Although he had indeed seen a mural related to the Tail Devourer, Ouroboros, and had encountered Anderson, who had clearly undergone something unknown and transformed into a terrifying monster, he had at least not fallen into any real danger.

I wonder, when I enter the dream next time, whether I’ll appear randomly within a certain area, or whether I’ll start from where this one ended… If it’s the latter, the smartest thing to do is not to disturb Anderson again, so I don’t provoke him. I should just return the way I came and leave the black monastery… Klein withdrew his gaze and continued reading the remaining warning:

“Other than the dream, everything else is relatively less troublesome. As long as you do not attempt to approach ruins and relics, do not look directly at the thing that flies across the sky at noon, do not challenge storms that show signs of forming, and continue along safe routes already verified by others, there will not be too much of a problem.

“As for mermaids, if you continue sailing forward, you will eventually encounter them. At their level, they can only live in relatively safe areas, and there are not many such places.

“Lastly, I wish you all the best. Your sincere friend, who is at a critical stage of development and may often fall asleep in the near future—Will Auceptin.”

That final long sentence was somewhat awkward, but Klein instantly understood what the Snake of Fate meant:

Before I’m born, unless it is especially important or critical, don’t disturb me!

I’ll try… Klein answered inwardly, not sounding very certain even to himself.

If he managed to advance successfully this time, it might not be long before he needed to consult Will about where to find the Sequence 4 potion formula of the Seer pathway.

Feeling more confident about the search for mermaids, Klein immediately left the dream, put on his hat, and headed for the pirate dining room.

Because of the delay caused by the dream, many of the dishes had already gone cold. Yet the pirates still ate with great cheer, because this time no one had died.

Since no one had died, and since they had witnessed more strange events that could serve as material for bragging, they were naturally in excellent spirits.

“Would you like a glass of milk?” Frank Lee sat down opposite Klein with a plate in hand and asked warmly.

Remembering their conversation in the dream, Klein shook his head with an outwardly calm but inwardly firm expression.

He was deeply worried that the milk aboard this ship might be one of Frank’s experimental products.

Frank, not minding at all, took a loud gulp of milk and said, “I remember telling you about those little things in the dream?”

“Yes.” Klein cut off a piece of draconic bone fish covered in sauce and put it into his mouth.

This fish was famous for having few bones. Much of the time, it had only one main spine. In Backlund, depending on the variety, it belonged to either the middle- or high-end category of ingredients. East of Olavi Island, however, near the edge of the safe routes, it could often be caught.

Frank chuckled.

“What I said then wasn’t entirely accurate. Their true purpose is to allow living beings to produce milk smoothly even outside the lactation period. Whether female or male, they can produce milk after taking it, then return to normal after stopping. That way, those poor cows no longer need to suffer such torment. That way, men and women can be made more equal when raising children, and it will also make it easier for women to go out and work…”

Wait, what exactly are you talking about… Klein almost failed to maintain the persona of Gehrman Sparrow.

In that instant, he felt that the true synonym for madness was not Gehrman Sparrow, but Frank Lee.

“He’s actually someone…