Ince Zangwill, wearing three faces, toyed with the pure white feather pen in his hand, unaffected by the aura of the Death Consul. He raised his head, looked at the deep swirling vortex, and with a slight curl of his lips and half-closed eyes, sighed, "Death's legacy? With just you?"
Haiter was silent for a moment, then spoke indifferently, "In the thousand years since the Death's fall, we have not been without gains. Now, we only lack a catalyst."
"Regarding the influence on artificial Deaths, even the Pale Empress cannot compare to us in this regard. You do not need to pay too great a price."
A strange smile appeared on Ince Zangwill's face. "Let me guess, the catalyst you speak of wouldn't happen to be the former Death Consul, Azik Eggers, would it?"
"Are you trying to get me to help you find him, or rather, help you capture him?"
The undisguised mockery in his words did not cause Haiter's emotions to fluctuate. In the boundless black mist, the almost illusory black tendrils began to twitch, and a chilling wind flew out from the deep vortex, merging into Ince Zangwill's expanding Inner Underworld.
At the center of the Inner Underworld, the rotten marks on the face of the Red Angel Wraith, who had a banner mark between his brows and wore blood-stained black armor, gradually disappeared, revealing a look of satisfaction.
A moment later, Ince Zangwill opened his eyes and nodded with satisfaction. "I have felt your sincerity. I can help you with this matter."
Changing the subject, Ince Zangwill, toying with the pure white feather pen in his hand, added, "However, 0-08 is not omnipotent. Manipulating fate without any reason will certainly be detected."
The profound vortex, its aura somewhat weaker than before, was silent for a moment, then suddenly began to expand. Emerald green soul flames burned, reflecting a blurry ocean.
A huge sailing ship dominated the entire scene. Its hull was predominantly dark black, tinged with eerie green, and on the pale main sail, a blooming dark tulip was depicted.
This was Admiral Hell Ludwig's flagship, the Black Tulip!
White skeletons clad in leather armor busily manipulated the sails, while pale Zombies with long swords patrolled back and forth, their eyes, burning with eerie green flames, surveying their surroundings.
Shadows, Wraiths, and various strange Spirit World creatures occasionally flew and circled, or drilled into the ship's hull, causing indistinct transparent faces to protrude from the sides.
The next second, all the undead creatures prostrated themselves on the deck, led by Admiral Hell Ludwig, who was covered by a silver-white mask.
Ince Zangwill surveyed the passage formed by the special combination of the Angel rank and the Underworld, his gaze lingering on the square, dark ring on Ludwig's right hand. He whispered with interest, "A creation related to Death, hmm, with this item, some things won't arouse suspicion."
"Remember your promise...."
Without waiting for Haiter's reply, he walked directly towards the Black Tulip in the deep vortex. Ince Zangwill, having advanced to a Nighthawk, could not be considered a standard Spirit World creature, but the Red Angel Wraith's special nature was enough to sustain this passage.
Absorbing the rich deathly aura that emanated, Ince Zangwill stood on the deck of the Black Tulip, glanced at the prostrate undead creatures, and beckoned to Ludwig, who was looking up slightly.
Silently, the dark ring on his right hand seemed to be supported by countless spirits, flying up on its own and landing in Ince Zangwill's palm.
After observing it for a few seconds, a mysterious smile played on his lips. He picked up the ring and casually put it on his index finger, then took out the pure white feather pen from his Inventory.
-----------------
In a certain sea area at the junction of the Sonia Sea and the Berserk Sea, under the sunlight, the Golden Dream emitted a golden glow, like a moving treasure.
But at this moment, everyone was on high alert, warily watching a massive whale-like creature on the nearby sea.
Having just returned to the Golden Dream from a hidden route after completing his mission, Danitz could barely believe his eyes. He raised a hand to rub his eyes and looked at the enormous sea monster again, a familiar figure reflected in his pupils.
Gehrman Sparrow!
Danitz immediately cursed, which attracted the attention of the other crew members, but he was no longer in the mood to care about their strange looks. He lowered his head and quickly walked towards Alger, who was standing at the very front of the deck.
Damn it! This insidious fellow... He cursed himself as he walked, connecting it to his previous inexplicable discovery in Bayam. He was certain that this crazy adventurer had left a special mark on him.
The thought that he might have attracted this crazy fellow made Danitz want to slap himself, but the most important thing now was to persuade the Captain not to conflict with this terrifying Lunatic.
Klein, standing on the sea monster's back, naturally noticed the commotion on the Golden Dream. The light of Rusco's Eye, embedded in the flesh of his left hand, dimmed, and the Sea God Scepter hidden within it emitted obscure fluctuations, calming the sea monster beneath his feet.
After leaving the Abyss vortex, Klein stayed on Sonia Island for a few days, then came to the Galgass Archipelago, known as the Pirates' Paradise. The Faceless potion was digested very smoothly, which prompted him to start searching for traces of mermaids.
Originally, he only wanted to find Danitz to take him to see Admiral Iceberg, but he unexpectedly ran into the main person.
Just as Klein was thinking about how to express his goodwill and avoid an unnecessary misunderstanding, the Golden Dream, not far away, actively approached him, and the dangerous glow of its cannons gradually dimmed.
Raising an eyebrow, Klein maintained his persona as a ruthless adventurer. His right hand, Wandering Hunger, quickly turned dark blue. Using the soul of a Wind-Blessed he had grazed, he rode the strong winds and landed on the deck of the Golden Dream.
"This is Admiral Iceberg, with a bounty of 26,000 pounds..."
Following his spiritual intuition, Klein's gaze directly locked onto the tall woman standing at the very front, and Danitz, who was somewhat evasive behind her.
His expression unchanged, but with a growing understanding in his heart, Klein said in a low, indifferent voice, "I heard before that the Golden Dream obtained a key that could open the Death's treasure, and your Sailor told me that it was not true, so I specifically came to visit today."
Because he already knew Mr. Azik's true identity, Klein, feeling greatly indebted after their last encounter in Backlund, paid close attention to matters related to Death. Clues related to the Death's treasure might be able to help Mr. Azik.