Chapter 232 Autograph!

Chapter 232 Autograph! (Subscribe)

In the sea not far from the city-state of Fengslav in the south of the west coast of the East Continent, an ordinary two-masted sailing ship was sailing slowly to the south with the sea breeze.

In a corner of the dilapidated deck, three crew members in sailor suits with terrified expressions were gagged with boat socks and tied to one side of the ship. Their professional rope skills made it impossible for them to break free from the ropes.

And right in front of them, there was a young man in a gray suit. He had short gray and white hair. There was no trace of time on his handsome face. His golden eyes flickered slightly under the red moonlight, very bright.

"Hey, hey, hey, is it so difficult to tell you where the Black Pearl crew is stationed closest to here?" The young man's handsome face was full of helplessness, "If you don't answer my question, I can only throw you all into the sea to feed the fish."

"Woo woo woo..."

The three crew members struggled even harder, sobbing anxiously.

"Are you still not going to tell them? You are just the most ordinary pirates under the flag of the Black Pearl. You usually just provide them with some information. You don't have to risk your life for it, right?"

The gray-haired young man took out a handful of gold pounds and tossed them a few times. After the glittering gold pounds rolled a few times in the air, they landed steadily in his hands.

"Or, my gold pounds are not gold pounds?"

"Woo! Woo! Woo?!"

The three crew members looked like they were looking at a psychopath in the pirate's eyes, and they sobbed more anxiously.

The more psychopathic, the more dangerous. Damn, you just ask questions and block your mouth to prevent answers... If you want to kill someone, just do it, bastard!

"What?"

The gray-haired young man lost his patience. After putting away the gold pounds, the smile on his face disappeared. "This is the first time I have seen people like you who dare to refuse me three times! Die..."

At this time, a voice came from the cabin behind him, interrupting him.

"Stop playing around, Croa, let the helmsman among them come over. We'll need him to steer the ship tonight."

"Understood, Captain Menor, let him go right away."

The gray-haired young man smiled again, trotted over, and pulled out the boat socks that blocked the pirates one by one, not caring about the stench and fishy smell on them, and threw them over the side of the ship in a mess.

"Sorry, sorry, I just played a little joke on you. Tell me, who among you is the respected helmsman?"

The pirates who took a step back from the edge of death did not dare to show any dissatisfaction. The older pirate in the middle quickly said: "Sir, it's me, I am the helmsman of this 'Latifah'."

"I knew it was you!"

The gray-haired young man Cloya untied him, patted off the dust and sea water on his body, and said enthusiastically: "From the moment I got on the ship, I felt that you are an extraordinary pirate. The helmsman in the Cordo Sea is more scarce than the director-level extraordinary."

"Hurry, don't delay our Elder Menor's time, go in and steer the helm well."

"Yes, yes, I'll go right away."

The older pirate did not dare to hesitate, and stepped into the cabin a few steps. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw the figure sitting next to the rudder-a gray robe, with only a strong jaw exposed under the pulled up hood.

"Hold, sorry, please leave it to me."

As he said, he quickly stood beside the rudder, with his back to the figure, and nervously manipulated the rudder, letting the ship sail south along the sea breeze.

For some reason, compared with the psychopath outside, the hooded man who had been calm since boarding the ship made him feel more frightened.

"Yeah."

Menor responded casually, his silver-gray eyes staring at the bleeding ear in his hand, as if listening to something.

"...This is Frode. Four hundred kilometers south of Leomande Island, a severe storm area has been found. Please ask nearby ships to detour. Repeat..."

"Arteaga, please reply if you hear me. How is the situation over there?"

"I'm almost dead..."

Menor frowned. These were not what he wanted to hear.

He gathered a layer of spiritual power with his fingers, poked the edge of the auricle, cut a hole, and let the ear bleed more.

A painful groan came out, and a strange whisper surrounded the cockpit.

Then, several clearer voices came out of his ears. Not only did the speaking speed increase, but the speed of change also increased a bit, as if responding to Menor, looking for what he wanted to hear.

"A stormy sea area was found, near the original site of Dakman Island..."

"..."

"... Damn it, a three-masted sailing ship flying the flag of the Araniga was found, led by the fucking 'Giant Gunner' Agrelu Pazzini!!"

"I'm Jack Kim Adros! Report the location of 'Giant Gunner' Agrelu Pazzini!"

Hmm?

Found it!

Menor pinched his ear, signaling it to stop changing to other people.

"In the northern waters six days' sail from Avad Island! Damn it, he, they found us and are heading towards us."

"Keep talking, tell us everything you saw!"

"...In addition to the 'Giant Gunner', there were four strange figures wearing shabby black robes on the ship, and no other crew members were seen. No, that's not right, they also had a black carriage on the ship, with some metal spikes hanging on the carriage..."

"First Mate Jack! Come on, he, those strange figures... they have bandages under their robes! And there is a very scary person on the carriage, his strength... Woohoo, Doris and Cece are dead, I am also... damn bastards, fire!"

The voice was intermittent, accompanied by a harsh roar, as if he was experiencing a battle with a huge disparity in strength.

"Hello, hello? Milesville? Still there?"

"You..."

"Hiss hiss hiss... Black Pearl's people?"

At this time, a new voice came from the ears, the voice seemed illusory, and the tone was even more indifferent. Even when facing the Black Pearl, the voice did not fluctuate at all.

"Who are you?!"

After a few seconds of silence, the voice of Black Jack came from the ears again.

"Wait, I'll be there soon, don't leave! Bugs on the Araniga!"

"Hehehehehe... Come on... First Mate Jack, they... are already waiting for you... in the deep sea..."

"Hmph!"

After hearing this, Menor tapped his earlobe and said calmly: "Contact him for me, the first mate of the Black Pearl, First Mate Jack Kim Adros!"

The tattered black robe, the strange figure tied with "bandages", the black carriage, the man driving the carriage with terrifying strength...

All these put together, Menor already had the answer in his mind - the Twilight Sect!

It seems that not only their Eternal Life Society is taking action, but the group of secret monks of the Twilight Sect have also begun to speed up their plans.

The people on the carriage... are gravediggers?

I remember that in the previous confrontations with the Twilight Sect, gravediggers rarely appeared.

In most cases, several secret monks cooperated to do the finishing work...

Menor stared at his ears, waiting to get in touch with Black Jack.

"Hello, this is the White Pearl!"

"I'm looking for Black Jack, tell him, an old friend is here..."

"Menor?"

Black Jack's voice came from his ears, as if he was surprised by his appearance, "How did you get our Black Pearl's communicator?"

"I stole it."

Menor glanced at the helmsman in front of him, and said lightly: "Don't worry about these, tell me your location, I have something important to discuss with you."

"Don't come! I don't want to see you!" Black Jack snorted: "Every time I meet you, it's no good, this time is no exception!"

"Haha, the Aranega is not I attracted... Don't you want to know the identity of that voice just now? "

"Shut up... huh? Do you know the identity of those strange figures? There are rags and bandages, and carriage cones... They are not from your Eternal Life Society, right?"

"..."

Menor snorted unhappily: "This is the biggest slander against our Eternal Life Society!"

"Then tell me their identities first, and then I will tell you where I am now."

"Is this a deal?"

"Whatever you think!" Black Jack's indifferent voice came from his ears, and even the rogue tone was expressed vividly.

"They are the reason why I came to you this time. I..."

Menor noticed that on the deck outside the cabin, the unremarkable gray-haired young man was carrying the two poor pirates and throwing them overboard.

"Kroya, stop! Are you going to hurt the crew of our respected Black Pearl ally?"

"Ah?" Kroya was stunned for a moment, and quickly put down the pirates, and laughed dryly, "I'm used to it. When I was in the southern continent, I treated the "trophies" like this..."

"Come here quickly!"

Kroya curled his lips, muttered a few words unwillingly, and ran into the cabin, leaving the two poor pirates who were still in shock.

Menor glared at him, then continued into his ear: "Jack, this matter is very important. I must tell you in person, and not only you, I also need to meet the 'Sea Emperor' Captain Isabel Clijsters!"

"Huh? Aren't you afraid that he will kill you?"

"Compared to what I want to say, I believe the 'Sea Emperor' can tell the difference!"

After a few seconds of silence, 'Black Jack' spoke through the blood flowing in his ears, "I can't tell you where I am now, but I will arrive at Avad Island in another twenty days... Let's meet there."

"Okay. By the way, there is one more thing I can tell you first."

"Say it!"

"Regarding the three-masted sailing ship with the flag of the Araniga, the other black shadows are not important. Remember to be careful of the black carriage and the person sitting in the carriage. He is a special priest named 'Gravedigger' who can awaken projections from another world and has very strong abilities..."

Just as Menor was telling the information about the gravedigger, the gray-haired young man next to him tugged at his robe a few times, and the frequency became faster and faster.

"What else?" Black Jack's voice came, followed by a very quiet muttering. Speech halfway?

Menor did not respond to his question immediately, but frowned and looked at Kloya. After seeing the surprised and somewhat solemn expression on his face, he could not help but look in the direction of his line of sight.

"Huh?"

In the distance, on the dark sea illuminated by the red moon, a ship that was ten times larger than their two-masted sailing ship was approaching them quickly.

There were five tall masts on the ship, and the white sails were still shining silver-white even under the red moonlight. There was a huge sun printed on it... no, it was a golden symbol of half a sun.

And on its bow, there is a slightly unrecognizable bow statue, with a vague face with a warm and sunny smile, and the long sword in his hand is held high...

Is it the five-masted ship of the Church of Dawn? !

"What's wrong?"

"Sorry Jack, something happened here. I'll contact you later."

"Hey hey..."

Menor put the ears into a special container and sealed them. He wiped the blood on his hands clean on the back of the pirate in front of him and stared at the white-gold five-masted sailboat.

"who is it……"

Croya's face on the side became more solemn. He looked at the figures on the bow deck, especially the woman who was lazily leaning on a high-backed chair and supporting her cheek with her hands.

"If I'm not wrong, that person should be - Judgment Saint Celestia Edas!"

"is her……"

Menor suddenly realized that it was her!

He vaguely remembered the scene of the dawn crusade against heretics in the Southern Continent thirty years ago.

At that time, he had just joined the Eternal Life Society and was only a fifteen-year-old boy, but the figure of the Judgment Saint in that battle made him remember it for nearly twenty years, until he and Alais...

"What should we do now? It looks like that ship is going to crash us directly into the deep sea to feed the fish?"

"Walk!"

It only took a second for Menor to make a decision, looked at the horrified pirates, and shook his head.

Although he felt sorry for the Black Pearl, an ally that had not yet reached a contract, he had to choose to give up these unlucky pirates.

"Why don't you go say hello?"

A bright smile reappeared on Croya's face, and there was a bit of excitement in the smile, as if he really wanted to run to the five-masted sailboat and have a big fight.

"Are you sure? I'll send you there right away!"

Menor put his hand on his shoulder, a smile flashed across his serious face, "Go!"

In the void next to it, a crack appeared in the space as high as a human being. A deep and cold storm blew out of it, bringing with it a series of extremely small sharp blades, tearing the crack wider.

Before Croya could react, Menor pushed him into the gap in space.

"you!?"

"Um?"

"Brother Menoer, help, help..."

"late!"

The next second, Croya appeared on the deck of the five-masted sailboat, looking at the Judgment Knights who were surrounded by a holy, warm, serious and strange atmosphere with a look of astonishment.

"who?!"

The trial knights noticed his arrival immediately and drew their weapons instantly.

Bang, bang, bang.

"I," Croya glanced at the handsome figure who was still sitting on the chair in front of him, and licked his dry lips, "I said this was just an accident...do you believe it?"

"Heresy! Caught without mercy!"

A tall Judgment Knight, holding a thick shield, suddenly paused, and then a layer of platinum light flashed on the shield, and the strange aura was a bit more powerful.

Judge the aberrations, judge the extraordinary, judge the heretics, judge the judges... judge you on behalf of the dawn...

Surrounded by the low voice of singing, a thin layer of sweat broke out on Croya's forehead.

"Well, I won't resist, I won't resist..."

At this time, the figure in front stood up and turned to look at him, "A member of the Eternal Life Society?"

"Yes, yes, Lord Judgment Saint Celestia Edas."

Croya became even more nervous, damn Menor, why don’t you come and save me quickly? !

"You came to see me? Is there something wrong?" Celestia asked lazily with a smile on her lips.

"No, no... no, no, there is one thing."

"oh?"

Croya said dryly: "I have often heard Elder Huili Menor talk about you before, saying that you are the only person he admires in Dawn Church. You are not only powerful, but also a beautiful and kind woman. So. …”

"So, can I ask you for an autograph for him to comfort him for his thirty years of absence."

Huh, if you throw me here like this, you can't even think about it easy!

"sign?"

The other trial knights were stunned for a moment, they really didn't expect him to say such a thing.

It seems that this heretic's request is probably not that excessive?

After all, that was Lady Celestia, and it was not a bad thing to be able to make a heretic never forget her autograph!

Celestia's smile became even brighter, and Croya's figure was reflected in her bright eyes. There seemed to be a sword with faint fluorescent light in the depths of her eyes, surrounding him.

hiss!

Croya felt it, and he felt a sudden chill in his body. Is this the power of authority? Isn't it too weird?

"Hehe... I took the liberty. If you don't want to, I will leave first..."

"Of course I am willing, but I'm afraid that the Menor elder you mentioned will be embarrassed."

Celestia turned her eyes and looked towards the side of the ship, where a hazy shadow appeared at some point, as if he was in another space.

"I……"

"Shut up, you idiot!"

Menor appeared next to Croya. He really doubted how the elder of the Eternal Life Church, who was responsible for the affairs of the Southern Continent, said such shameful words?

Shame on you!

"Sorry, Your Lady Saint Celestia, he was joking..."

"I take it seriously."

Celestia took a step forward, and the white dress on her body instantly turned into a close-fitting armor. She stretched out a shining long sword in one hand.

"Well, that..." Kloya shrank his neck, "I think it's okay to accept it, what do you think, Brother Menor?"

Menor glared at him, then looked at the majestic Saint of Judgment, took a deep breath and said, "It's not impossible..."

"You agree to accept it? Why didn't you say so earlier!"

Celestia waved her hand to disperse the battle suit given by authority, asked someone to take a pen and paper, wrote a beautiful paragraph of Oldes on it, and handed over this white paper full of sarcasm.

"Next time, if you have such a wish again, you must tell me in person."

"Yes, okay."

Menor took the signature with a disgusted look on his face and put it solemnly into his robe, "Now, we won't bother you any more, Sir Celestia."

As he said, he was about to take Kloya away.

"Wait!"

"You say."

Celestia waved her hand and chuckled, "I heard that Wayne Loft is from your Eternal Life Society?"

"Yes!" Menor was alert.

"Then tell him for me..."

Celestia looked in another direction, where there was a slender blonde girl with two bells, and smiled, "An old friend misses him very much."

"I will."

Menor nodded, and then without waiting for the saint to say anything, he quickly took Kloya to open the space crack and disappeared on the ship.

"Ouch, don't hit your head..."

Hearing this faint voice, the serious face of the Judgment Knight on the deck showed a smile.

"Okay, keep going!" Celestia waved her hand.

"Yes!"

...

...

In the theater space, in the studio.

After recording the changes in the origin core, Wayne waited for a while and saw that there was no feedback from both the ghost and the spiritual mystery school.

"It seems that the school also needs more people to participate in the discussion of the response plan regarding the Twilight Sect..."

Thinking this way, he took out the epoch relic with a black cover inlaid with gemstones from the space ring.

Claire,

Then let me see what the secret you mentioned is hidden in it... I hope...