Chapter: 2199
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From time to time in Bansi Harbor at night, crows or other birds could be heard, making the whole ruins even more gloomy and silent, and even the sound of the waves could not dispel this feeling.
As believers of the "Storm Lord" and as crew members of the "Blue Avenger", the sailors are all courageous, especially when they think that gold and other valuables may be buried in the collapsed building, they are even more enthusiastic without any fear As soon as they arrived here, they disembarked one after another, and started searching in groups of two or three.
Alger was not with them, and went among the ruins by himself, looking for traces that appeared only after Bansi Port was destroyed.
Walking, wearing the "Spiritual Whip" ring in his hand and the "Poisonous Blade" on his waist, he came to a collapsed building with walls torn apart and only a few pieces of charred black wood left at the gate.
"If I remember correctly, this should have been the telegraph office of Bansi Port..." Alger nodded slightly, and moved closer to examine it.
He immediately saw a relatively blank area among the piece of wood and rock, the surface was scorched black, with two blood-red shadows printed on it, as if there were two people who were crushed into meat paste lying there.
But it has been so long since the incident, the two streaks of blood red are still bright, as if they still have a certain vitality.
Alger's forehead twitched, and he felt that he could vaguely imagine the strangeness of Bancy Port before it was destroyed.
He swept his gaze, and suddenly saw beside the two blood-colored shadows, in a place where the moonlight could hardly reach, there was a picture carved on the remnant wall.
The picture is very simple, not even colored. The main body is a monster wearing armor, with an octopus head and holding a trident. It is also wrapped in lightning, with waves on its feet, and a cloak of bird feathers behind it!
Alger's pupils suddenly dilated, and there was a gust of wind and waves surging in his heart.
He knew what the monster in the picture represented, because The Sun had shown:
This is the distortion of the image of the "Storm Lord" by "Rose of Redemption"!
And the appearance of this picture also means that members of the "Rose of Redemption" once came to Bansi Port, and it was after the building collapsed, otherwise the mural could not have been damaged at all, and it just covered an abnormally incomplete wall !
"This should be the trace that 'The World' asked me to come to Bansy Harbor to look for... He is chasing the secret organization 'Rose of Redemption'?" Argel said silently, raising his right hand.
He originally planned to destroy the picture directly, but after thinking about it, he withdrew his arm again, walked around the ruins of the original Bansyport Telegraph Office, and walked to another place as if he found nothing.
Above the boundless gray fog, inside the magnificent ancient palace.
"There is a distorted image painting of the 'Lord of the Storm', which is suspected to be left behind by members of the Rose of Redemption...Well, the 'Red Angel' Medici is one of the creators of the Rose of Redemption..." Klein sat in the seat belonging to The Fool. On the high-backed chair, he quietly looked at the crimson star representing "The Hanged Man".
With the help of the other party's feedback, he can basically confirm that the "Red Angel" evil spirit is possessing Ince Zangwill!
In the eternal silence, Klein sat silently at the top of the mottled long table, as if he had become a statue of a god.
After an unknown amount of time, he nodded his head invisibly and let out a slow breath.
His figure then disappeared, and he returned to the real world, continuing his deep sleep, without thinking about any plans, nor thinking about anything related to Ince Zangwill.
As soon as dawn dawned, Klein rolled over and got out of bed, repeated the habitual movements of the past few days, walked barefoot to the window, and opened the curtain.
On the street outside the hotel, Danitz, dressed as a native of West Balam but wearing an extra cloak, put iron black gloves in his arms, and hurried to the square on the right. According to his previous report, Klein knew that he Contact some people in the local ruling power today to understand their attitude on the arms trade.
Anderson didn't follow, and messed up his short blond hair a little more. He walked slowly to the edge of the square, found a place to sit down, and then covered the black glove on his left palm with a funny rag doll. People perform puppet show.
One person and one "couple", with different voices, witty remarks, mocking each other, quite eye-catching.
The only problem is that they use the Intis language instead of the Dutan language. Few people can understand it. They just watched it and then dispersed.
Klein stared at the strongest hunter in the Misty Sea, his expression remained unchanged, and there was no thought in his eyes.
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From time to time in Bansi Harbor at night, crows or other birds could be heard, making the whole ruins even more gloomy and silent, and even the sound of the waves could not dispel this feeling.
As believers of the "Storm Lord" and as crew members of the "Blue Avenger", the sailors are all courageous, especially when they think that gold and other valuables may be buried in the collapsed building, they are even more enthusiastic without any fear As soon as they arrived here, they disembarked one after another, and started searching in groups of two or three.
Alger was not with them, and went among the ruins by himself, looking for traces that appeared only after Bansi Port was destroyed.
Walking, wearing the "Spiritual Whip" ring in his hand and the "Poisonous Blade" on his waist, he came to a collapsed building with walls torn apart and only a few pieces of charred black wood left at the gate.
"If I remember correctly, this should have been the telegraph office of Bansi Port..." Alger nodded slightly, and moved closer to examine it.
He immediately saw a relatively blank area among the piece of wood and rock, the surface was scorched black, with two blood-red shadows printed on it, as if there were two people who were crushed into meat paste lying there.
But it has been so long since the incident, the two streaks of blood red are still bright, as if they still have a certain vitality.
Alger's forehead twitched, and he felt that he could vaguely imagine the strangeness of Bancy Port before it was destroyed.
He swept his gaze, and suddenly saw beside the two blood-colored shadows, in a place where the moonlight could hardly reach, there was a picture carved on the remnant wall.
The picture is very simple, not even colored. The main body is a monster wearing armor, with an octopus head and holding a trident. It is also wrapped in lightning, with waves on its feet, and a cloak of bird feathers behind it!
Alger's pupils suddenly dilated, and there was a gust of wind and waves surging in his heart.
He knew what the monster in the picture represented, because The Sun had shown:
This is the distortion of the image of the "Storm Lord" by "Rose of Redemption"!
And the appearance of this picture also means that members of the "Rose of Redemption" once came to Bansi Port, and it was after the building collapsed, otherwise the mural could not have been damaged at all, and it just covered an abnormally incomplete wall !
"This should be the trace that 'The World' asked me to come to Bansy Harbor to look for... He is chasing the secret organization 'Rose of Redemption'?" Argel said silently, raising his right hand.
He originally planned to destroy the picture directly, but after thinking about it, he withdrew his arm again, walked around the ruins of the original Bansyport Telegraph Office, and walked to another place as if he found nothing.
Above the boundless gray fog, inside the magnificent ancient palace.
"There is a distorted image painting of the 'Lord of the Storm', which is suspected to be left behind by members of the Rose of Redemption...Well, the 'Red Angel' Medici is one of the creators of the Rose of Redemption..." Klein sat in the seat belonging to The Fool. On the high-backed chair, he quietly looked at the crimson star representing "The Hanged Man".
With the help of the other party's feedback, he can basically confirm that the "Red Angel" evil spirit is possessing Ince Zangwill!
In the eternal silence, Klein sat silently at the top of the mottled long table, as if he had become a statue of a god.
After an unknown amount of time, he nodded his head invisibly and let out a slow breath.
His figure then disappeared, and he returned to the real world, continuing his deep sleep, without thinking about any plans, nor thinking about anything related to Ince Zangwill.
As soon as dawn dawned, Klein rolled over and got out of bed, repeated the habitual movements of the past few days, walked barefoot to the window, and opened the curtain.
On the street outside the hotel, Danitz, dressed as a native of West Balam but wearing an extra cloak, put iron black gloves in his arms, and hurried to the square on the right. According to his previous report, Klein knew that he Contact some people in the local ruling power today to understand their attitude on the arms trade.
Anderson didn't follow, and messed up his short blond hair a little more. He walked slowly to the edge of the square, found a place to sit down, and then covered the black glove on his left palm with a funny rag doll. People perform puppet show.
One person and one "couple", with different voices, witty remarks, mocking each other, quite eye-catching.
The only problem is that they use the Intis language instead of the Dutan language. Few people can understand it. They just watched it and then dispersed.
Klein stared at the strongest hunter in the Misty Sea, his expression remained unchanged, and there was no thought in his eyes.
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