Chapter 223: Mythical Creature

Chapter 223: Mythical Creature

…She offered it before I even asked… I was originally a little embarrassed to bring it up myself… Klein secretly breathed a sigh of relief. After weighing Gehrman Sparrow’s persona, he said calmly, “I don’t take advantage of others.”

The moment the words left his mouth, he regretted them a little, afraid that Vice Admiral Iceberg might truly change her mind.

Edwina’s pale-blue eyes shifted slightly.

“The only condition is that if you discover anything through your research, tell me the answer.”

Phew… Klein said no more. He gave a slight nod.

“All right.”

Dozens of seconds later, carrying the iron-black key that was the size of a seven-stringed lyre, he returned to his room.

At that moment, from the front deck came a burst of fervent, impassioned song:

“How enchanting your eyes are, like the morning sun;

“Whenever night falls and darkness descends, I wander alone, sorrow in my heart, stubbornly waiting for the light;

“Oh, how enchanting your eyes are, like the morning sun…” (Note 1)

Klein subconsciously went to the window and leaned out to look. He saw that a bonfire had already been lit. The off-duty crew of the Golden Dream surrounded it, some roasting meat and fish, some gulping down liquor, some dancing along with Singer Orpheus’s song in steps that were neither standard nor polished, but lively enough. The atmosphere was extremely cheerful.

The tempting aroma of roasting fat spread outward, drifting upward in thin strands. Klein saw Anderson Hood among those pirates as well, drinking happily, eating merrily, occasionally roaring a few lines and telling a few jokes. He seemed to have become a member of the Golden Dream, completely unlike his earlier rejected state. Danitz, on the other hand, did not appear outside. At least, Klein did not see him near Iron Sheet or Barrel.

As long as he doesn’t provoke people, Anderson really does have strong social skills… Perhaps this belongs to a Conspirer’s information-gathering ability? Mm, he probably transferred all the hatred onto me…

I wonder whether Danitz will work hard after what happened this time. If he can improve step by step and gain more strength, then I, The Fool, will no longer have only myself as a subordinate. I won’t constantly have to play a trinity state. Heh, this hidden existence finally has a believer in reality, a clerk who can be directly ordered around—though for now, there’s only Danitz… I have to say, that’s still rather shabby…

As Klein sighed inwardly, he prepared to arrange a ritual and sacrifice the Giant Key above the gray fog.

Just then, his spiritual intuition was suddenly touched. Instinctively, he activated Spirit Vision and looked to the side.

White bones flew out one after another, condensing into the messenger whose eye sockets burned with black flames.

Most of the messenger’s body remained on the lower floor, so it was almost level with Gehrman Sparrow and did not pierce through the ceiling again. However, the hand holding the letter was still enormous, as though it could wrap around Klein’s head directly.

Mr. Azik replied rather quickly this time… Klein politely nodded while accepting the paper and unfolding it.

He was just about to read when he suddenly discovered that the skeletal messenger still remained where it was, not disappearing immediately after delivering the letter as usual.

“Is there something else?” Klein asked in surprise.

The moment he opened his mouth, a thought suddenly flashed across his mind. He hurriedly added, “If I need to reply, I’ll summon you again.”

The skeletal messenger’s enormous head nodded. Its body abruptly broke apart, falling like a waterfall and returning to the Underworld.

“Last time, Madam Reinette Tinekerr waited for a reply, and now the skeletal messenger did the same… Is this some new regulation or rule in the ‘messenger world’? Bah. There isn’t any such thing as a messenger world. Everyone summons their own, and most messengers are only part-time…