"I beg your help."

"I pray for your favor."

"I beg you to let me have a good dream."

"Deep sleep flower, the herb belonging to the red moon, please pass on the power to my spell."

"Golden hands, the herb that belongs to the sun, please pass on the power to my mantra."

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Audrey had just finished reciting the incantation and was about to meditate on the content of the prayer, when she felt the wind blowing in the sealed spiritual wall, and saw the crimson stars on the back of her hand circulating.

Her heart skipped a beat, she hurriedly closed her eyes, sketched quietly, and sincerely asked.

When everything was over, she looked around in a little doubt, but found no other strange phenomena.

"Is that enough?" Audrey frowned slightly and whispered.

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"The king of yellow and black who is in charge of good luck...a fool who does not belong to this era..." In the captain's room of the "Blue Avenger", Alger Wilson, who was dressed in a storm robe, silently recited the three descriptions he heard in the afternoon , seems to want to find clues to the other party's identity from inside.

He shook his head and got up a little annoyed, but in the end he did nothing.

Argel was not at ease about the ancient ship "Youlan Avenger" left over from the Tudor Dynasty. Although he had already mastered its control, he always had an intuition that this ship still had hidden secrets. Many secrets, just like the blood emperor.

Therefore, he will use this ship to test the Fool's ability, but he will not try unknown ritual magic on the ship.

Alger pondered for a few minutes, left the captain's cabin, came to the deck, and said to the few crew members: "We are about to arrive at Rorsted Islands and will stay there for a day."

The crew immediately cheered and shouted loudly: "Thank you, Bishop!"

Because the ghost ship does not need sailors and the crew is small, they never worry about supplies, and can enjoy fresh food and clean water every day, but the day after day of sailing and the almost unchanging scenery still make their bodies and My heart feels exhausted, as if I am always suppressing something, enduring something until I can no longer control it.

The Rorsted Islands are a well-known colony on the Sonia Sea, with developed commerce and various industries.

"I just don't want to wait anymore!" A "sailor" shrugged his waist and gave a hey laugh that men can understand.

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Klein, who was leisurely reading the newspaper on the public carriage heading to Zouterand Street, was suddenly stunned, as if he heard illusory shouts one after another.

The invisible whisper echoed in his mind, making his forehead twitch, uncontrollable.

The inaudible call came and went quickly, and disappeared without a trace in just a dozen seconds. Klein pinched his forehead, resisting the throbbing pain that came from the depths of his brain.

"The inexplicable whispers that old Neil said? The reason for the high inspiration?" One after another, Klein's thoughts flashed, and Klein suddenly saw four black spots on the back of his right hand that stood out at some point. They were like natural moles, very inconspicuous.

The four black spots originating from the transshipment ceremony quickly settled, turned from deep to light, and disappeared.

Klein stared at it blankly, and made another guess about what happened just now: "'Justice' or 'The Hanged Man' tried the ritual magic I gave?"

"Is my thinking really right?"

"Those three descriptions can indeed point to me accurately through the mysterious space above the gray fog?"

"But I'm far from strong enough, and I can't hear the content of the prayer at all... I don't know if there is any message 'retained' above the gray mist..." JrNovels.com