Chapter 676: Tripartite Transaction

Bizarro Sorcerer... Klein suddenly woke up from his dream as

he opened his eyes to see the dark night.

It's not noon yet. It's still very dangerous... he mumbled

before returning back to sleep.

At this moment, he finally recalled that he had already left those

dangerous waters. He wouldn't vanish or go missing if he wasn't sleeping

at the end of the night.

*Phew, it's this kind of stable environment that's good! I have to say

that mysteriously vanishing due to not sleeping after dark is something

that can be used to scare kids, making them not dare to sleep late. Heh,

I was often scared by such stories when I was young.* Klein sat

up, walked to the desk, and poured himself a cup of water.

After a moment of silence, he gulped down a mouthful of water as he

gradually recovered his ability to think.

*Zaratul really went mad... What exactly did he encounter, or what

happened to him...*

*Bizarro Sorcerer. Sequence 4 is called Bizarro Sorcerer. The Seer

pathway's main focus is on being tricky, crafty, pranky, and paranormal?

Or should it directly be summarized as being bizarre?*

*Yes, Clown, Magician, Faceless, and Marionettist do give me such a

feeling. Seer appears to be an exception, but in the eyes of others, the

style of a charlatan might appear rather strange and terrifying at

times... That's why Zaratul said that fate isn't the main domain of this

pathway?*

*Also, it's clear that Beyonders of this pathway are more inclined to

being spellcasters.*

*According to Will Auceptin's explanation, there are three methods to

obtaining the potion formula to Bizarro Sorcerer. One, seek out the

Secret Order and find the mad Zaratul. Two, head to the main peak of the

Hornacis mountain range and find the treasures left behind by the

Antigonus family. Three, obtain it from the Church. For example, that

Antigonus family's notebook might contain the corresponding

formula.*

*But each one of these three options is more dangerous than the other.

According to Emperor Roselle's description, Zaratul was a Sequence 2

Miracle Invoker a long time ago, a true angel. Later, he even advanced

to Sequence 1. He's equal or slightly weaker than a King of Angels. The

crazy him, no---"Him" might have gone mad, but it's likely that "He"

will be more difficult to deal with. At the very least, there's no

possibility of me convincing or tricking "Him". Even in terms of pure

strength, I wouldn't be Zaratul's match even if I employed Mr. Azik's

help.*

*Heh heh, unless I wait for Will Auceptin to be born, but if "He" were

to involve "Himself" in this matter, there's a small chance of him

incurring the attention of Angel of Fate Ouroboros.*

*As for the treasure on the main peak of the Hornacis mountain range,

the resounding ravings, the set up of the Antigonus family, and the

rumors of the Nation of the Evernight buried in the depths of mystery,

they make me feel that it isn't a simple matter. I suspect it's likely

to be a trap.*

*I don't even need to consider the Church of the Goddess. Ignoring the

fact that the Holy Cathedral has angels presiding over it, as well as a

bunch of Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts, just the Backlund diocese where the

Antigonus family's notebook is has a terrifying demigod...*

*Klein couldn't help but recall Mr. A who had been erased like a pencil

drawing. And the one that executed all of that was likely to be one of

the upper echelons of the Church of the Evernight Goddess!*

*A beautiful lady whose eyes lacked spirituality... She even smiled at

me. I've no idea what it means...* Klein shook his head in

resignation, believing that he only had one course of action that he had

at present.

That was to find a demigod from the Secret Order who was still

considered normal.

*Compared to the mad Zaratul, I can communicate with them at least, or

even deal with them.* Just Klein alone was impossible, but he

could seek Mr. Azik's help or Queen Mystic Bernadette's help at a

certain price.

I can only consider this for now... Klein rapidly turned his

thoughts back on how to help Anderson Hood rid the bad luck curse.

*It's been more than two months. I wonder if Fate Councilor Ricciardo

has left Oravi Island. Sigh, he hasn't summoned my messenger all this

time to inform me of clues to the mystical item I seek. However, it's

not a big problem. Bellman Carnot definitely hasn't left his post. I can

contact Councilor Ricciardo through him.*

*That's good too. The Life School of Thought hasn't completed the

request up to now, meaning that they haven't made their final payment.

They can pay it off by changing Anderson's luck for the better, then I

can receive the payment from Anderson.*

*Heh heh, when it comes to a mystical item or Sealed Artifact which

possesses immense offensive powers, isn't Anderson's sword one?

According to the traits showcased by Reaper, I can ignore the item

formed after he dies... Heh, I'm not some greedy demon either. I'll

definitely pay additional fees to tide him over.*

Klein wiped away his mischievous thoughts and took out the paper crane

from his wallet. After unfolding it, he carefully erased the pencil

marks on it.

"It's really about to tear. I can use it another two times at best..."

he muttered sadly. Then, he folded the paper crane and returned to his

bed to continue sleeping. As for using the radio transceiver to contact

Arrodes, he planned on doing so after leaving this pirates' playground.

After daybreak, Klein languidly got up and slowly washed up, believing

that this was how life should be.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The knocking on the door interrupted his state of wistfulness.

Without his acumen for danger, his spiritual intuition told him that it

was Anderson Hood.

*As expected of the Strongest Hunter. He successfully survived up to

now...* Klein tsked and controlled his expressions before

opening the door.

Anderson was wearing a deer-hunting cap of unknown origin. He grinned as

he handed him a Loen gold coin.

"What I owe you from yesterday."

Klein received the gold coin and measured its weight in his hand.

"There's an answer to your problem."

Anderson's eyes lit up.

"What's the solution?

"Don't tell me that the answer is that there are no solutions..."

*Am I such a person? I'll just say that it's hopeless, so just wait for

your death. Goodbye!* Klein lampooned as he swept Anderson with

an indifferent gaze.

"A demigod that's good at changing one's luck stays in Oravi Island. He

owes me a favor."

"Excellent!" Anderson didn't hide his joy. "So, what sort of payment

must I make?"

Very sensible of you... Klein deliberately fell silent for two

seconds before saying, "I need a mystical item with powerful offensive

abilities. Do you have any clues?

"If the value exceeds that of the luck enhancement ritual, I will pay

the difference."

Anderson frowned bit by bit before easing them. He said with a smile, "I

have a mystical item that matches your request. It has a Beyonder power

that can deal lethal damage. The negative effects aren't bad either. It

eats, sleeps, and has some bad luck, easily attracting monsters and

enemies. Occasionally, it will be talkative and be a little off-putting.

Haha, it's a joke.

"To be frank, my Death Brachydont is the mystical item you need, but

it's the only weapon I have left. Eh... I do have one relevant clue.

It's a rather special revolver. The bullets it shoots have the effects

of 'Weakness attack,''Lethal attack,' and a 'Slaughtering effect.'

Furthermore, it can be matched with bullets of different

characteristics. The negative effects include developing a weakness that

originally didn't exist after every use, such as the fear of light, the

fear of ships, the fear of dogs, etc. And such a weakness will last for

six hours.

"There's almost no negative effects when having it on you. It just makes

you easily thirsty. This is something completely tolerable. If not for

the characteristics of the revolver overlapping with my abilities and

the mystical items I have, then I would've bought it back then. The

seller is offering it for 9,000 pounds!

"So, the total price would be 1,500 pounds and the clues to the

revolver. How about that?"

Sounds very suitable. Besides, it fits my combat habits...

Klein didn't directly agree as he asked in return, "1,500 pounds?"

"Haha, I found more than ten pirates yesterday. They were all very kind,

contributing all their wallets to me. Otherwise, they would lend me

their characteristics and heads. In just one night, I received 1,600

pounds. Seriously, I love this pirates' paradise!" Anderson said with a

beaming smile. "I have to keep 100 pounds for myself for the ship

tickets to return to the Fog Sea. So all I can do is pay you 1,500

pounds."

*Earning 1,600 pounds a night? Not only are there many pirates in

Toscarter, but they are either worth a lot or have plenty of

money?* Klein suddenly had thoughts about staying a few more

nights in the port city.

But considering how the easily cashable and locatable targets had mostly

been finished off by Anderson, what was left was definitely not easy. He

felt depressed again as he coldly asked, "Aren't you afraid of being a

target of revenge for doing something like that in a pirates'

playground?"

"What's there to worry about? I'm not afraid, even if they're

subordinates of a pirate admiral. Heh heh, I believe you're the same. If

they're men of the Four Kings, that's not a big problem either. We're

about to leave, and the propagation of information takes time. By the

time they come, I'd have changed ships and identities several times!"

Anderson said without much concern.

Why are you cursing yourself again... Klein silently swept him

a look of pity.

"Deal."

"Haha, here's 300 pounds. You'll have to wait for the remaining 1,200

pounds. That's when the bounty rewards and characteristic money arrive.

Don't worry, it will definitely come today. It's not a lot." Anderson

took out a thick wallet filled with plenty of soli bills and handed them

to Klein.

In consideration of his persona, Klein only did a simple count before

stuffing the cash into his wallet and pockets. He said without emotion,

"Buy two tickets to Oravi for tomorrow."

He didn't deliberately exhort Anderson to buy them with a different

identity, as he believed that the hunter across him was mature and

experienced.

*If he's lacking in experience and strength, with the way he does

things, he would've long been buried in some sea...* Klein

couldn't help but lampoon inwardly.

"Alright." Anderson pointed at the floor. "Breakfast together? My

treat."

Klein nodded without refusing him.

Once they arrived downstairs, the two sat at a table near the window.

Midway, a waiter brought white porcelain cups and teaspoons over.

Just as they interacted, the waiter's gaze suddenly turned adrift. He

picked up the teaspoon and stabbed it at Anderson's throat without any

warning.

Although Anderson was surprised, his reaction was in no way slow. He

immediately leaned backward and dodged the sudden strike.

Bang!

Not far away, the hotel's boss suddenly shot at Anderson's dodging body.

"W-what am I doing..." After the gunshot, the boss muttered with a look

of alarm and blankness.