Chapter 93: The Golden Dream

Chapter 93: The Golden Dream

When Klein saw that enormous black-sailed ship, his first reaction was fear and vigilance. He suspected that the half-god King of the Five Seas, Nast, had come for him.

But he immediately rejected the idea. Ever since going out to sea, aside from the time he had used the Black Emperor card in the spirit world, he had almost never allowed that Card of Blasphemy to appear in the real world. The few times he had, it had only been when answering a summoning, and it had swiftly entered the spirit world afterward.

With the gray fog’s shielding ability and the Card of Blasphemy’s anti-divination and anti-prophecy qualities, the King of the Five Seas, Nast, could not and should not have locked onto me! Klein calmed himself, stood, and walked to the window, gazing with Danitz at the Black Emperor, a ship that violated the common sense of sailing vessels.

The enormous ship slowly approached within a vast shadow. The scene upon its deck gradually became clear. Some sailors were washing the deck, while others leaned against the ship’s side and bragged. No one drew a saber or pulled a gun. There was no sign of plunder at all.

Near the cabin stood a mottled stone chair two or three meters tall, and upon it sat a giant-like man.

Before Danitz could even see the King of the Five Seas, Nast, clearly, he could not help lowering his head. His body stiffened and trembled, as if he wanted to prostrate himself.

Klein also felt that indescribable majesty and intimidation.

He did not force himself to endure it. He did not stiffen his neck and continue looking directly at the King of the Five Seas, Nast. Doing so would most likely draw the other party’s attention and bring unnecessary trouble.

As someone hiding many secrets, one had to lower one’s head when necessary!

Klein withdrew his gaze and began admiring the carpet spread across the deck instead.

After an unknown length of time, he saw sunlight shine in again, and the shadow vanished.

He lifted his head. In his field of vision, that enormous pitch-black sailing ship was already gone. The wind was gentle, the waves were calm, the sky was high, and the sea was vast.

“Why did he suddenly come this way? Was he not said to be in the Fog Sea not long ago?” Danitz frowned slightly, murmuring in confusion.

That ship, the Black Emperor, can sail through the spirit world. Coming over from the Fog Sea in a few days is completely normal… Perhaps that is one reason Nast is the leader of the Four Kings… Klein muttered inwardly.

He believed that the King of the Five Seas, Nast, had been drawn over by the Black Emperor card, but that the other party most likely could only confirm a vague range.

Klein withdrew his gaze, sat down again, and behaved as though nothing at all had happened.

The straight-line distance from Bayam to Dyrnius was actually not very long, but the sufficiently safe shipping routes wound back and forth. The passenger liner did not enter the harbor until dusk.

After that, Klein changed his appearance, used fake identification to buy two tickets for the earliest available ship, departed again before nightfall, and arrived at Gargas in the faint light of dawn.

Danitz did not enter the city. He led Klein around to a private harbor, where they boarded a crude fishing boat and headed out to the open sea.

Nearly two hours later, a sailing ship several dozen meters long appeared in Klein’s sight. It was neat and clean, reflecting golden light beneath the sun.

Compared with similar vessels, it looked extremely unusual. Along its central axis was mounted a single main cannon, and the barrel was covered with layered symbols and patterns, flowing with a faint yet pure light.

“That is the Cannon of Purification. It can be used only ten times. Afterward, six Priests of Light are needed to hold a ritual, pray to a deity, and refill it with spirituality,” Danitz introduced proudly.

A large-scale charm capable of repeated use? After a certain period, it should also undergo spontaneous spirituality loss… Is the force behind Vice Admiral Iceberg the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun? Or can they cultivate Priests of Light or something similar? Klein’s expression remained unmoved, but inwardly he muttered in uncertainty.

When he had first seen the Golden Dream in Danitz’s dream, he had not been surprised by the main cannon. After all, dreams did not need to obey common sense. Perhaps Danitz had seen ironclad warships, leaving a deep impression of main cannons, which had then manifested in the dream.

What Klein had not expected was that the Golden Dream truly possessed something with such high mysticism knowledge content—something ordinary forces were simply incapable of handling.

Very soon, the Golden Dream lowered a small boat, which quickly approached the fishing vessel.

Danitz spread and clenched his fingers, then abruptly jumped down, landing steadily on the small boat without causing much rocking.

He whistled and slapped palms with the pirate steering the boat, regaining the feeling of roaming the vast ocean.

However, his excited mood did not last long. His back suddenly grew heavier. Another person had appeared behind him.

…I forgot about this lunatic… Danitz put away his smile and sat down.

Klein examined the pirates, pressed his hat down, and calmly took a seat without saying anything.

It did not take long before he boarded the deck of the Golden Dream and saw Vice Admiral Iceberg, Edwina Edwards, standing quietly by the side of the ship.

This pirate admiral looked almost identical to when he had met her in the dream. Her hairstyle and makeup had hardly changed. She had merely replaced her skirt with a pair of dark trousers and leather boots, adding a good deal of valiant elegance to her intellectual beauty.

This is more like a pirate and less like a teacher… Klein gently nodded and smiled politely.

“Good morning, Captain.”

“Good morning, Mr. Gehrman.” Edwina smiled in response.

She turned and walked toward a place where fishing nets had been spread out to dry, signaling the other pirates to stay away and attend to their own business.

Fishing nets… As expected of a pirate crew that resembles treasure hunters more than pirates… Are these for improving their meals? Klein followed silently without saying a word, while Danitz automatically and consciously went to find several of his closest companions to drink and brag.

Of course, he did not lower his guard. From time to time, he glanced in this direction, afraid that the captain and Gehrman Sparrow might start fighting, and always ready to call his companions over for a group beating.

This time, Klein did not wait for Edwina to speak first and explain the purpose of inviting him here. After two seconds of silence, he asked ahead of her, “What do you know about Tracy?”

He intended to finish asking what he wanted to ask, then listen to Edwina’s purpose. Otherwise, if he could not agree and chose to refuse, he would feel embarrassed asking questions afterward.

“Tracy?” Edwina’s eyes moved slightly. “She is a Demoness. A Sequence 5 Demoness of Afflictions.”

Demoness? Klein almost choked. He felt that he and Demonesses were far too fated. First there had been the Witch Trissy, then Demoness of Pleasure Madam Sharon, then Trissy Cheek, who had become a Pleasure Demoness, followed by the high-ranking Demoness whose voice he had only heard, and now Vice Admiral Ailment Tracy, a Demoness of Afflictions.

Edwina did not notice the fluctuations in his heart. She continued, “She differs from ordinary Demonesses. She has her own ideals and pursuits, making her an anomaly within the Demoness Sect. However, she still serves the organization, selling people and doing other things.”

Different from ordinary Demonesses? Does that mean she has not abandoned self-awareness and chooses to grant pleasure to women? Klein abruptly thought of the red-haired Elaine.

But he did not dare make a definite conclusion, because not every Demoness had originally been male. There were also genuine women who wanted to become Assassins.

After asking about several more specific matters, Klein pondered briefly and said, “On the way here, we encountered Nast and the Black Emperor.

“Within the past month, this region of the sea has been connected one after another with you, Senor, Tracy, and Nast. That is very unusual.”

Among the Four Kings and Seven Admirals, four of them had become involved with the Rorsted waters within a short period of time. This did not even include the new Tarot Club member, Admiral of Stars Cattleya. From the perspective of probability, it was indeed abnormal.

Of course, Klein had some guesses of his own, but he intended to see whether Vice Admiral Iceberg could offer a fresh view.

Edwina listened quietly. She did not speak. Instead, she pulled up one corner of the fishing net and held it open in front of her.

From the pockets of her clothes and from hidden layers inside her belt, she took out a round-bellied fountain pen, a brass ritual dagger, a small metal bottle, and other items, placing them horizontally on the stretched-out net.

They fell steadily there, without the slightest movement, and looked as though they would not intersect in any way.

Then Edwina bent down and picked up a stone that had been pressing the net down. She let it drop vertically into the center of the stretched layer.

The fishing net immediately caved downward, pulling the surrounding area inward. The fountain pen, ritual dagger, small bottle, and other items rolled toward the middle as well, gathering around the stone.

“It is roughly like this. An unknown existence appears at the corresponding point on this net of fate, drawing us toward this place.” Edwina gave a simple explanation.

This is like a practical model of the law of Beyonder characteristic convergence… Klein nodded thoughtfully.

Regarding this, he felt both enlightened and confused. The former was because Edwina’s explanation was nearly identical to his own guess, while the latter was because it could not be used to analyze every problem.

The King of the Five Seas, Nast, appeared because of me… The matter related to Vice Admiral Ailment Tracy can barely be explained as well, since I came into contact with Trissy Cheek… But I cannot find a reason for Vice Admiral Iceberg and Admiral of Blood… Perhaps that really was pure coincidence? And the latter was brought out by the former… Klein withdrew his gaze and asked about a few other matters.

Only then did he say, “Captain, what did you invite me here for?”

Edwina looked deeply at him and said, “Your identity documents say that you come from Backlund. But according to my understanding, that identity is not authentic. There is no particularly powerful bounty hunter named Gehrman Sparrow there.”

The force backing her is strong, and it has quite an impressive information network in Backlund. They found out so quickly that there is a problem with this identity… Klein did not panic. He smiled calmly.

“Everyone has some secrets.”

Edwina remained silent for a few seconds. She did not pursue the matter. Instead, she said, “Not long before Kalvetua died, you made a sacrifice to it.”

Klein tilted his head slightly and swept his gaze over Danitz, who was drinking beer.

Cough! Cough, cough! Danitz, guilty and frightened, sprayed beer all over himself.

Klein withdrew his gaze and looked at Vice Admiral Iceberg Edwina without admitting or denying anything.

Edwina’s expression did not change as she continued, “After Kalvetua died, Sea God is still responding to believers.”