e-booksonline Chapter 377 Prayer
Chapter 377 Prayer
Chapter 377 Responding to Prayers
Klein nodded slightly, somewhat intrigued by Cyril's suggestion; he was very curious about the world in the book that Cyril had mentioned.
...Perhaps I won't need to ask; Edwina will invite me eventually. After all, leaving someone as strong and unfamiliar as me on the ship would be quite dangerous.
But the injured messenger... could it be the unfamiliar angel Mr. Azik mentioned?
Klein instinctively felt that this guess was a bit far-fetched, but when he thought about how the other party's strange behavior had almost caused him to explode again above the gray fog, he inexplicably felt that it made sense.
I'm not envious... really!
I should prepare to summon my own messenger. Even if it's not an angel, a demigod would be fine. If all else fails, I can accept Sequence 5.
He paused, his gaze sweeping over Cyril and Edwina, who was giving the pirates their morning lesson.
Summoning a messenger aboard the "Golden Dream" is a good option; if something unexpected happens, two powerful extraordinary individuals can help resolve the situation.
Although he felt that given "Red Light" El Moria's attitude, the probability of an accident occurring when he summoned the messenger was not high, he could not rule out the possibility of summoning a mindless spirit creature.
While he was thinking, Sirion stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder: "Want to go eat? The food on the Golden Dream is excellent, even surpassing most well-known restaurants at sea."
Is this reasonable?
Klein glanced subconsciously at the pirates sitting not far away taking their morning lessons... Piracy was probably their least important and least respectable side job.
I remember that the first mate of the "Golden Dream" was known at sea as the "Gourmet," so perhaps this is related?
Inside the ship's mess hall, most of the pirates were still attending their morning lessons, so the place was almost empty. Only a few pirates sat rudely at the tables, eating and boasting.
Since he had already familiarized himself with the cabin with Danitz the day before, Klein simply took a standard breakfast that had been prepared in advance from the display window.
Seafood porridge, toast, fried fish, and a glass of fresh beer with a few unidentified fruits, each about the size of a fingernail, floating on top.
After finding a quiet corner to sit down, he took a sip of his fresh beer with a skeptical attitude, and then his eyes lit up.
"It's very good. The alcohol taste is milder, but the fruity aroma has been enhanced, enriching the flavor."
"Would this be considered a premixed cocktail?"
Cyril paused for a moment as he nibbled on the fried fish: "Has anyone ever told you that you'd be perfect as a food critic?"
For someone like me who can only say things like "not bad," "delicious," and "awesome," you're being a bit pretentious.
"You said that," he replied calmly, then buried his head in enjoying the sumptuous and delicious breakfast in front of him.
Just as they were finishing their breakfast, Danitz finally finished his morning classes and rushed to the cafeteria.
Soon, Danitz came over with two people carrying trays and sat down next to them as if they were old friends.
He pointed to the two men behind him and introduced them: "This well-dressed fellow is 'Flower Tie' Jodson, the second mate of the 'Golden Dream'."
"This chubby guy is 'Bucket,' Daniels, our boatswain."
"Don't add any random prefixes to my title!"
"Excellent people always attract the envy of mediocre people; you have to understand Danitz."
Ignoring Jodson and Daniels' complaints, he pointed to Klein: "This is Gehrman Sparrow. You might not know him personally, but you definitely recognize the 'Wriggling Hunger' badge he's wearing."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jodson and Daniels both looked at Klein's palm, and even people at the next table turned their heads to look.
After a two-second silence, Jodson said speechlessly, "If I'm not mistaken, he wasn't wearing anything on his hands."
Danitz paused for a moment, followed Jodson's gaze, and then realized that Klein's hands were indeed empty.
"You actually removed the 'wriggling hunger' from your description?"
Could it be that they are wary of the fact that this is the "Golden Dream" ship?
No, how could that madman Gehrman possibly have any sense of fear?
He quickly realized that Gehrman Sparrow had been injured when he returned from outside last night... He hadn't had time to feed "Wriggling Hunger" after using it yesterday, so he had to remove the glove to avoid its negative effects?
Fortunately, the captain was powerful enough to make him wary, otherwise this guy might have randomly picked a lucky pirate on the "Golden Dream".
I need to find an opportunity to talk to the captain and get the ship to shore as soon as possible. We can't let this dangerous thing stay on board for too long.
Moreover, it seemed as if these two people were cursed, bringing disaster wherever they went.
First the White Agate, then Bayam, and just now we even encountered the "King of the Five Seas" and his "Black Emperor"...
If we let them stay any longer, they might encounter beings like the "Mysterious Queen" or the "Undying King".
The more Danitz thought about it, the more he felt that bringing Randolph Carter and Gehrman Sparrow to the Golden Dream was a mistake.
Bullshit! Being with these two guys makes me worry that our "Golden Dream" might sink.
While Danitz was lost in thought, Klein had finished breakfast and got up to leave.
Noticing Gehrman Sparrow's nimble left hand, he belatedly realized that the injury on the other man's shoulder seemed to have healed.
"Is your injury healed already?" he couldn't help but ask.
He remembered that when he first met Gehrman Sparrow last night, the man's left shoulder had slumped down.
Although Gehrman has the ability to transfer wounds and turn fatal injuries into serious ones, he cannot directly heal wounds. He had to take many days to recover from his fractured hand.
"The potion," Klein replied succinctly.
"The Moon," who was in debt for the baron's inheritance, charged me a full 80 pounds!
Fortunately, the medicine he prepared was effective, and it was delivered in less than an hour after I asked for it.
He muttered a couple of things to himself, then left the canteen, intending to go to the captain's cabin to discuss with Edwina the matter of summoning a messenger on the ship.
A short while later, Sirion finished his breakfast. Just as he was about to get up, his spirit was suddenly triggered. He glanced around and then "teleported" back to his room.
Inside the room, Erdfana placed a series of magical items and several folded letters on the desk, nodded slightly to him, and then turned and disappeared.
Cyril raised his hand, and the folded letter on the table flew into his hand on its own, unfolding with a shake.
The letter came from Burke Griffin, and most of it contained instructions on how to use the magical items he had created.
After reading it, he gently rubbed his fingers together, and the letter instantly caught fire, with even the ashes being pushed out the window by the swirling airflow.
He then looked at the strange items on the table: a rusty red dagger, a sinister magic book that looked as if it were stained with blood, and a black brooch that exuded a sense of majesty.
"The efficiency is a bit low, but the finished product is pretty good, and the negative effects aren't too troublesome."
"One is the 'Little Sun' one, one was reserved by 'Miss Justice,' and as for the remaining one, I can ask Edwina if she wants to buy it later; I have no use for it anyway."
As he whispered, he pulled out a piece of drawing paper and imagined the ritual depicted on it. Then he offered two magical items, which already had specific destinations, to Klein.
After the ceremony ended, he pushed his hands forward, opening a shimmering, illusory door in the air, and then entered the "hotel".
A quietly burning, brilliant flame floated in mid-air. Under the interplay of the ghostly blue flame, the starry sky above the "inn" became dazzling, and every illusory star shimmered with brilliant starlight.
"It looks like there's no problem."
He whispered something, then stepped forward, reached out and grasped the quietly burning, brilliant flame, continuously infusing it with spiritual energy.
Soon, all those illusory stars became clear in his eyes.
He can see the person or thing corresponding to each illusory star and hear their voice.
With focused attention, he quickly located the illusory star that represented Tobias.
"Great Silver Key, you come from the unknowable sublimity, you are the gate above dimensions, you are the embodiment of art and fantasy."
"You are an observer from beyond the world, a lighthouse guiding the way to truth, the door to truth, the key to unlocking truth, and truth itself..."
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Besides Tobias's own prayers, he also sensed the other's earnestness and piety within this illusory star.
I can understand his seriousness, but why is he so devoted to me?
As his thoughts drifted, he saw Tobias suddenly look up, seemingly noticing his gaze, and meet his eyes across the vast expanse of space.
Then, his emotions became visibly agitated.
But he quickly regained his composure, lowered his head, and repeated the prayer over and over again.
"5
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What triggered this?
If he hadn't sensed that there was nothing wrong with the other person, Cyril would have suspected that he had accidentally corrupted him.
After pondering for a moment, he felt that the other party's change was likely due to that "conqueror" characteristic.
With only a little over a decade left until the apocalypse, it would be very dangerous to still be in Sequence 3 at that time, so he urgently needed to return to the Angels.
Thinking about this, he seemed to see a tool rising up again and again.
He then transmitted some information to the other party through the connection of the illusory stars; it was a modified version of the descent ritual.
He wanted to see if he could combine the Planeswalker's "teleportation" authority with the descent ritual to open two interconnected portals in reality, instead of teleporting himself directly there.
He was originally considering who to ask for help, but now the "tool" has stepped forward on its own.
"If the descent ritual could be combined with the authority of teleportation, perhaps it would be possible to bypass the blockade of the Forsaken Lands directly, without having to traverse the ruins of the God War."
"However, this requires the Sun's cooperation. Given his current condition, he will definitely tell the Chief, but Colin Iliad will most likely not agree, at least not at this stage."
"After all, who knows what exactly is being brought down by the initiation ritual? It's no use me saying I'm not an evil god..."
After muttering a few words, he refocused his attention on the illusory stars and just then saw a new star taking shape.
Immediately afterwards, a somewhat timid male voice echoed in his ear: "From the unknowable sublimity, you are the gateway above dimensions, you are the embodiment of art and fantasy."
"Your faithful follower prays to you, hoping you can guide me out of my confusion..."
"Is this...is this alright, Ms. Triss?"
In a cheap apartment in the East District, a thin, well-mannered boy with shifty eyes, who seemed somewhat timid, looked at Triss, who was leaning against the window, with a mixture of fear and envy.
He met this mysterious and powerful woman by chance on his way home when he was harassed by several drunk men.
He witnessed firsthand how those drunkards were transformed into lifelike ice sculptures in an instant, and then burned to ashes by black flames.
He was terrified, but the woman was unexpectedly gentle, beautiful, and understanding. She asked him many questions and answered many of his doubts.
Then, in a daze, he led the other person back to his cheap rented apartment.
By the half-open window, Triss, dressed in overalls and a men's white shirt, with her smooth black hair cascading down her back, nodded slightly.
"If your faith is firm enough and your desire is fervent enough, my Lord will look upon you."
"I can wholeheartedly believe in that great being, no, I believe in my Lord."
"It's a belief, not a faith," Triss emphasized again. Just as she was about to say something more, her vision suddenly blurred.
Then she saw a blurry figure sitting above the stars, holding a quietly burning flame in its hand.
She heard a voice with a hint of chuckle and praise: "Well done."
Only after the figure in front of her disappeared did Triss react, and she bowed with her right hand half-clenched and three fingers extended in front of her left chest.
"Praise be to you, great Silver Key."
"You are from the unknowable sublimity, a gateway beyond dimensions, the embodiment of art and fantasy..."
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Beside her, the timid boy also showed excitement on his face.
"Ms. Triss, was that the great Silver Key just now?"
A flicker of surprise crossed Triss's eyes, but she nodded imperceptibly.
"Sherman, what did you see?"
Without the slightest hesitation, the timid boy called Sherman replied, "It was a great being sitting high above the stars, and He gave me a recipe called 'The Witch.'"
"The information in my mind tells me that if I take the 'witch' potion, I will become a woman."
"Miss Triss, is this true?"
"I am not doubting the blessings of a great being, I just feel..."
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"Do you find this unbelievable?" Triss chuckled.
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