Even with his head bowed, Danitz still felt the gazes from all around him scraping against his body. He cursed under his breath, then awkwardly raised his head and explained, "This is all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding...."
Edwina waved her hand, stopping the other crew members who wanted to say something. A complex symbol outlined itself deep within her clear eyes as she scrutinized Klein opposite her.
Her gaze lingered on the transparent human-skin glove for a few seconds before Edwina slowly shook her head and spoke softly, "I did indeed obtain a peculiar key, but it was not the so-called key that could open Death's treasure. Instead, it came from an even older epoch."
"Moreover, half a year ago, I already sold this key to someone else. What is currently circulating in the Five Seas is indeed just a rumor."
As she spoke, she took out a roll of light gold scroll from her sleeve. As it opened, Klein also felt a momentary daze, as if he saw a huge, strange, black-iron colored key flash before his eyes.
A Mystical Item that can trace back and reproduce a certain memory? Klein quickly came back to his senses and gave a strange look at the scroll in Edwina's hand, which had lost its charm. After thinking for a moment, he changed the subject and asked, "I've long heard that Vice Admiral Iceberg is knowledgeable and well-informed. I wonder if you know where mermaids can still be found in the Five Seas today?"
Whether it was out of fear of the hidden force behind Klein, or simply her usual habit of teaching pirates, Edwina's expression was calm, and she even explained the information she knew in considerable detail. Finally, she reminded him, "Most of the rumors circulating on the sea are fabricated and false. I rarely explore the Sea of Ruins. I cannot confirm if there are truly mermaids there."
"But I advise you to stay away from the Sea of Ruins for a while, as that place has become a place of trouble."
Klein subtly frowned. He did not get the answer he wanted. After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked, "There's a rumor on the sea that you had a conflict with Vice Admiral Ailment. Is this true or false?"
Edwina was startled by the sudden change in question. It took her a few seconds to slowly nod, then she looked at Klein with some confusion.
A very bad feeling suddenly arose in Danitz's heart. Hiding behind Edwina, he instinctively raised his head again, only to see the Crazy Adventurer's hidden wonderful smile.
Danitz's face twitched involuntarily, and as expected, he heard the subsequent words:
"I want to try to hunt Vice Admiral Ailment before she joins the Pirate Kingdom. I wonder if Vice Admiral Iceberg is interested in participating?"
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Mist Sea, La Cha Island, Emerald Palace.
With the help of True Sight, Aaron thoroughly examined Arrodes, confirming that the pollution on this Ferryman had been removed, and only the damage to his inner netherworld remained. Aaron then relaxed.
"Abyss of Ferrying, 'City of the Undead' Manuel...."
Aaron silently recited the location of the Fourth Epoch Death Church's headquarters, which was also the current lair of the Artificial Death faction, as told by Arrodes.
He quickly marked the specific location on the map of the Southern Continent in his mind, and corresponding information emerged in Aaron's thoughts.
He did not intend to attack immediately. After all, the black mist filling the Abyss of Ferrying still required Arrodes to lead the way to avoid alerting the enemy. Therefore, he would at least have to wait for this Ferryman to recover from his injuries.
Aaron took out a Stone of Life from his Life Imprint and placed it on Arrodes's glabella. Dense vitality and Death intent intertwined, repairing the fragmented inner netherworld.
After doing all this, Aaron's spirituality stirred, sensing a gaze. A strange, inexplicable feeling arose in his heart. Following the sensation, he looked towards the deepest part of the Emerald Palace.
Created by Mystical Reenactment, deep within the secluded paradise, a Sealed Artifact was sealed. It was entirely golden, resembling a miniature kettle, its surface covered with mysterious and complex symbols, and a wick protruded from its spout.
0-05 "Magic Wishing Lamp"!
And the moment Aaron's gaze fell upon it, the wick of this Grade 0 Sealed Artifact ignited on its own.
The light it emitted was exceptionally viscous, like water mixed with a lot of sugar. They surged upwards, converging into a twisted and blurry pale golden figure.
Aaron's aura was chaotic for an instant, as if a force wanted to sever his connection with the Sefirah.
But Aaron, having already become a complete mythical creature, had long since completely controlled the Nation of Disorder. He instantly suppressed the anomaly and firmly bound a force that surged from the Magic Wishing Lamp.
The blurry, twisted golden figure swayed slightly, and its lamp-like, flickering gaze suddenly brightened, filled with pure malice, as it looked at Aaron outside the barrier.
The expected temptation and transaction did not occur. After the Lamp Spirit's attempt failed, it directly returned to the Magic Wishing Lamp, so quickly that Aaron, who had intended to say something, didn't even react.
"The power that affected the Nation of Disorder just now exceeded that of an ordinary angel. The power of the 'Lamp Spirit' itself shouldn't be able to penetrate the seal too much. It's more about using its own Beyonder characteristics to amplify the power of wishes..."
Amidst his thoughts, Aaron turned his head to look at Bernadette, whose expression had slightly changed. After thinking for a moment, he said, "The Magic Wishing Lamp will temporarily remain sealed by you. A divine oracle will come after a while, and then you can sacrifice it to My Lord!"
Without asking for the reason, Bernadette simply nodded gently. Torrents of information surged from within her body, filling the "Source of Peach Blossoms" that had been torn by the power of the Magic Wishing Lamp.
Just as she finished mending, Bernadette, seemingly sensing something, suddenly turned her head to look beyond La Cha Island. She gently raised her arm, and a rift connecting to the outside world appeared.
Amon, with an increasingly profound aura and deeply sculpted features, stepped out of the rift. In a single stride, he arrived before the two angels and also saw the somewhat agitated Arrodes not far away.
Amon's expression shifted from blankness to pain, and he instinctively clutched his forehead, but he quickly regained his composure.
After nodding to Aaron and Bernadette, Amon, his eyes growing more ancient, walked towards the heavily injured and weakened Arrodes.
Reaching into his own chest, Amon extracted a drop of crimson blood. As runes flowed, it transformed into a lifelike feathered serpent.
Amon touched it to Arrodes's glabella, instantly stabilizing his inner netherworld, which had been on the verge of collapse.
"Your Highness..."
Arrodes, whose injuries had finally stabilized, looked at the familiar face, inexplicably recalling the secrets the Pale Empress had spoken of in the "Underworld" at that time, and his emotions suddenly became complex.