Chapter 721: Klein's Guidance

On the Future, Frank Lee rolled up his sleeves and began flicking his

fountain pen while writing with a smile.

"My dear friend, Gehrman Sparrow, I have good news for you. I have

successfully cultivated a new breed of mushrooms by using the flesh and

blood of a Rose Bishop. As long as there's fish, it will keep growing.

We'll no longer have to worry about not being able to eat mushrooms due

to long voyages. Furthermore, it has been crossbred with beef, making it

taste excellent!

"Its only flaw is that there's no way to make it catch fish by itself.

External help is needed, but I don't think it's too big a problem. After

all, based on what Nina said, it wouldn't corrupt the ocean. Well, let's

just pretend she's right.

"I've mailed you some dried mushrooms. As long as you give it water and

fish, they will immediately become normal and reproduce by themselves. I

hope you will like my gift..."

After going on and on, Frank finally folded the letter and placed it in

an envelope. He stuffed three dried mushrooms into it before applying

glue and sealing it.

After doing all of this, he took out the note Klein had given him,

followed the description written, and began to seriously prepare the

ritual needed to summon the messenger.

This wasn't complicated for Frank, so it didn't take long for him to set

up the altar and create a wall of spirituality.

Finally, he solemnly placed a Loen gold coin before the candle.

He lit the candle, softly chanted the incantation, and stared at the

flame. He watched it burgeon as a headless woman walked out with four

heads in hand.

Frank first jumped in fright before staring at Reinette Tinekerr's four

beautiful blonde, red-eyed heads that looked identical with patience as

he muttered, "How was it done?

"Why are they completely identical?

"If planted in soil, will more be grown?"

The eyes of the four heads held by Reinette Tinekerr turned in different

directions before uniformly falling on Frank Lee's face.

Suddenly, the soil stored inside all kinds of vessels within the room

flew out and piled before Frank.

Following that, Frank floated up as he tumbled in midair with a shocked

expression. He was thrown straight into the pile of soil with his head

first.

His legs kept struggling as they dangled outside, but he was unable to

pull himself out of the soil pile anytime soon.

Only then did two of Reinette Tinekerr's four heads reach out forward,

separately biting down on the letter and the gold coin.

Only after she completely disappeared did Frank Lee finally find the

best spot to exert his strength to escape the soil as he fell to the

ground.

She's powerful... Frank first sighed with a sense of lingering

fear. Following that, he wiped the soil beside his mouth, bit into it,

and chewed on it carefully before muttering to himself, "It's a bit

sour..."

At that moment, Cattleya, who had just finished a sacrifice in her

cabin, sensed something. Her dark purple eyes subconsciously looked

towards Frank Lee's room, and she vaguely saw a crudely-made illusory

doll.

The doll didn't have a head!

The scene flashed as Cattleya closed her eyes immediately. She felt her

eyes were burning as she couldn't help but have her tears flow out.

She knitted brows little by little as she muttered in disbelief,

"Ancient Bane?"

After sending the Meteorite Crystal and Black-hunting Giant Lizard's

spinal fluid to Miss Magician and Miss Justice, Klein returned to the

real world. He lay himself down on a reclining chair as he allowed his

body to rock gently. He began considering where he would head to next.

*With news of Gehrman Sparrow's sighting and Crazy Captain Connors

Viktor's matter, it's unlikely that the pirates will openly appear in

Bayam for some time. They've either left the harbors or are hiding

themselves, making it difficult for others to find them.*

*That is to say that there's no need for me to stay here. The matters

regarding the Resistance can be directed by responding to them through

Sea God or by going through Danitz.*

*Hmm, I'll head to the Seaweed Bar later. I'll get a fake identity, buy

a scalped ticket, and head for Desi Bay's Conant City... That's not only

the biggest harbor around here, but it's also Davy Raymond's hometown. I

previously agreed to this Red Glove's request when I released him from

Creeping Hunger that I would pay this beautiful bay city a visit and

tell his daughter that revenge has been exacted. Yes, I'll also think of

a way to return the Nightmare's Beyonder characteristic to the

Church.*

*Heh heh, how hypocritical can people be? I'm planning on returning a

Nightmare characteristic while also planning how to steal a Sealed

Artifact from behind Saint Samuel Cathedral's Chanis Gate...*

Shaking his head, Klein closed his eyes and slept to recover his

spirituality.

After an unknown period of time, he suddenly felt something as he opened

his eyes naturally. He quickly activated his Spirit Vision.

Then, he saw Reinette Tinekerr walk out of the void.

This messenger was wearing the same complicated black dress, with a

letter clasped in one of the head's teeth.

*Who mailed it? Danitz, Vice Admiral Iceberg, Frank, or

Anderson?* Klein received the letter as he nodded in

appreciation.

"Thank you."

He was very courteous with his powerful messenger with a mysterious

background. He didn't wish to be strangled to death one day.

"Do you..." "Want to..." "Immediately..." "Reply..." Reinette Tinekerr's

four heads spoke one after another.

Klein tore open the envelope, took out the letter and opened it to read

it. The content alarmed him as he nearly forgot to reply to her. As for

Reinette Tinekerr, she wasn't quick-tempered. She silently waited by the

side.

*One day, Frank Lee will destroy the world. He definitely needs to be

controlled. I can't give him a chance to advance! Seriously, how much

does this fellow love to crossbreed and create all kinds of strange

plants? Eh... the City of Silver is in need of food...* A

thought flashed through Klein's mind as he had a bold idea.

It was to direct Frank's research efforts towards all kinds of food that

suited the City of Silver!

This way, cows, fish, mushrooms, Rose Bishops, the sea, and the world

would be safe!

Klein hurriedly looked up and said to his messenger, "Yes, I'll

immediately reply."

He instantly got up from the reclining chair, walked to the desk, got

out a pen and paper, and started writing quickly.

"...I have a question. If you eat the mushroom breed you create, then

eat cooked fish and drink a cup of water, will it continue to

reproduce?"

After finishing the reminder, Klein proceeded to the main point.

"...Is it possible for you to create wheat that can grow without

sunlight, or cows that can produce milk and meat simply by consuming

monsters? That seems rather interesting!"

He continued on this topic and wrote a few paragraphs before folding the

letter. He then handed it to Reinette Tinekerr and, in a natural way. he

said, "The postage will be paid by Frank."

"Let's hope..." He..." "Isn't..." "Dead..." After the messenger's four

heads said those words one after another, a representative was made to

bite on the envelope.

Let's hope he isn't dead? Klein jumped in fright. Just as he

was about to clarify the matter, Reinette Tinekerr had already entered

the spirit world and disappeared.

After contemplating for two seconds, Klein wrote a divination statement

and used his topaz pendant to confirm that Frank Lee was still alive.

He silently heaved a sigh of relief, packed up the dried mushrooms, and

rubbed his temples before lying back into the reclining chair.

After dinner. At the Seaweed Bar.

Klein wore an ordinary-looking face and came here once again.

Unlike before, the customers in the bar were mainly mixed-blood or

natives who had darker skin and curly black hair. They were either part

of the gangs in Bayam, or they were secretly working for the Resistance,

or even both. There weren't many ordinary people, and the commonly seen

pirates who often came from different countries were all gone. Only a

few people dressed as adventurers were drinking liquor and discussing

rumors at sea.

Klein swept the bar and found Deniel, who Danitz had mentioned. This

thin local could provide him with fake identification documents and

scalped ship tickets.

Without any apprehension, he went over.

"A second-class ticket to Conant for tomorrow, and an identification

document."

Deniel looked up and glanced at him. After some thought, he said, "A

total of 20 pounds."

*Just a second-class ticket to Conant costs around nine pounds...

However, scalped tickets are more expensive to begin with. Together with

the faked identification documents, 20 pounds isn't too

ridiculous...* Klein silently did the math before saying, "When

can I get it?"

"In 45 minutes," Deniel replied like clockwork. "You can pay 5 pounds

first, and then pay the rest after receiving the ticket and

identification."

"Alright." Klein didn't harp on the issue as he took out his wallet and

pulled out five one-pound notes.

He wasn't worried that anyone would target his wallet, for it might mean

that he would save the 20 pounds, or even get more.

Moments after Deniel checked the authenticity of the notes and was about

to inform his subordinates to get working, he suddenly realized that the

bar was extremely silent!

Klein also sensed it as he subconsciously looked towards the door.

There were two people there. One was wearing a formal tailcoat and a

black trench coat, with brown hair neatly combed backwards. His eyes

weren't big, but they were bright and piercing. He had a thin mustache

around his mouth, making him exude a gentlemanly feeling while also

looking a little sloppy. The other person wore a hooded robe which was

rather rare. His face was hidden in the shadows, making it impossible to

identify him.

The sloppy gentleman scanned the area and was rather pleased with the

crowd's reaction. A silver coin was tumbling in between his fingers as

he walked towards Deniel. The hooded person followed behind him, taking

out something from his clothes and stuffing it into his mouth, producing

crunching sounds.

The silver coin stopped moving when the sloppy gentleman came in front

of Deniel. He said with a chuckle, "Prepare ten tickets to Pritz Harbor

tomorrow for me. They need to be split between three different ships."

"Yes, Mr. Oder," Deniel stood up in a panic as he replied.

Klein momentarily failed to recall who the sloppy gentleman who was

tumbling the silver coin in his hand was. Only when he heard the name

"Oder" did he find him familiar.

As he was recalling, he saw the man in the hood take out a

coffee-colored sweet before popping it into his mouth. He was munching

on it, producing the sounds.

After obtaining an affirmative reply, Oder and the man didn't stay any

longer. They walked to the staircase in the quiet atmosphere, and they

headed for the second floor of the bar.

Deniel exhaled as he turned his head to see Klein looking puzzled. He

then said, "Oder. The adventurer, Oder, who serves the Dawn."

*...I remember, Silver Coin Viper Oder! He's always claimed that he

works for Queen Mystic, but no one could prove it. I can ask Ma'am

Hermit later... The last I heard of him was at Damir Harbor. He was

apparently mixing with Admiral of Blood's intelligence officer, Old

Quinn... However, the latter has already been finished off by Mr. Hanged

Man...* Klein instantly recalled many things as he deliberated

and asked, "What about the other one?"

"Who knows?" Deniel turned his head to instruct his subordinates as he

got them to prepare some identification documents and the corresponding

ship tickets.