At eight o'clock in the evening, before Klein fell asleep, an illusory prayer suddenly sounded in his ears. He immediately got up and stepped into the kingdom of God.

Miss Justice has just developed a new usage of Mr. Fool. She holds a notebook and asks Mr. Fool to provide third-party power for magic mirror divination.

When I was in Sequence Nine, the price of divination was 8p. Now I'm in Sequence Six, and at least the price will increase to 8 pounds. Klein thought about it casually, and fed back the picture obtained from the divination to Miss Justice.

Klein waited for another half a minute above the gray fog. To prevent Miss Justice from having other demands, he habitually tapped on the edge of the long bronze table. He suddenly had an idea.

Klein straightened his body, skillfully represented a pen and paper, and wrote down the divination statement:

"The source of the black honeycomb spots on this piece of dirt in my hand."

After writing, he formed in his left hand the strange piece of soil brought from the ruins under the sea that he had only looked at carefully today.

Ready, Klein leaned back.

In the gray mist, the picture stagnated for several seconds before the lake formed. At the same time, Klein felt that his spirituality was rapidly depleting. If he hadn't already been in Sequence Six, he might have been depleted of spirituality before he even saw the picture.

The picture is always quite a lake, and he vaguely saw a huge steel monster entrenched on the sea surface, and under the sea surface, there seemed to be thick pillars sticking straight into the bottom of the sea.

The picture quickly collapsed, Klein frowned slightly, and his fingers began to tap rhythmically again.

Taimo Lake is too old to see clearly, but why do I always have an inexplicable sense of familiarity, and a creepy feeling, but why I just can't remember where I've seen it, I'm a fortune-teller, It shouldn't be.

Deng Shen said that the answer will affect my mood, so what will affect me? What could make me unhappy other than a wallet losing its thickness? and also……

The figure sitting at the head of the long bronze table suddenly trembled slightly. Klein remembered where he might have seen such a scene. Although he was not sure, his intuition told him that it was most likely the truth.

"Don't panic, don't think about it, there is no definite evidence, so you can't make a conclusion."

Klein took a long time to calm down. He thought of the transparent staircase that seemed to lead to the kingdom of heaven. He had a vague understanding that as long as he walked up the stairs, he would know the truth of everything.

Returning to reality, Klein couldn't sleep. He walked out of the cabin to the deck and found that Frank, who had been making a lot of noise in the morning, was sitting alone on the side of the ship.

Hearing the voice behind, Frank turned his head, and Klein saw that Frank was holding a silver scale fish in his mouth.

It seems that the Djinn didn't come to tease Frank tonight, Klein thought silently.

As soon as Frank saw Klein, he let go of the fish and stood up. The blood-red liquid flowed out of the gap in the fish's body and dripped onto the side of the boat.

Frank glanced at it and said, "Once this kind of wine fish is opened, it will be drunk completely. It cannot be closed again like a wine barrel. This needs to be improved."

Then he raised his head, grinned, and gave Klein a big smile.

"Gelman, my friend, I have a commission."

"You know, I'm a pirate. I spend most of my time at sea and can't stay on land for a long time. My experiment needs a believer of the original moon. I want to ask you to help me find one."

What the **** did the believers of the Primordial Moon do wrong to be used as research material by you, a mad scientist.

In a blink of an eye, Klein remembered that Emlyn the Moon had only reported to Mr. Fool the latest developments of the blood race through prayer in the past few days, including that he was going to participate in a hunt for the original Moon believers.

"To live or to die?"

Klein still had a cold face and confirmed to Frank with the same expression.

If I just need some corpses or some flesh and blood, I can ask Emlyn to buy them and make use of the waste. The method is to use Fool Logistics to transfer.

"Ah? Haha, of course, living is the best, but it's probably a bit difficult. If possible, some flesh and blood will do. I can study it first."

"it is good."

Klein replied sullenly.

Frank seemed very happy. Gehrman was indeed a good person. Not only did he not think his ideas were absurd, but he seriously asked about his needs and offered help enthusiastically.

"Would you like to try it, my new fruit, the wine tastes, the wine is rich and nutritious."

Frank happily invited his good friend to drink, but was ruthlessly rejected by Klein.

"I don't drink at night."

Klein quickly weaved a reason, and shifted his eyes from Frank's face to the distant place ahead of the future of the future, pretending to be attracted by the huge waves rolled up by the hurricane and the rain-like silver-white lightning, forcibly ending the relationship with Frank. A discussion on the future direction of his research results.

Then, Klein really saw something strange. Right at the edge of the storm, a dark giant suddenly appeared where the sea and the sky meet.

Klein stared curiously at the thing that seemed to be a sea monster. The Future approached quickly, and Klein quickly recognized the other party~lightnovelpub.net~ It was a strange ship even bigger than the Future. The sailboat, its head and tail cocked, is like a dark crescent moon hanging in the sky in a horror story.

"Death!"

Frank pulled his smile away, his expression as tight as his muscles.

The low-pitched horn sounded suddenly on the Mirai, the crew members were all active, and the entire Mirai immediately entered a state of combat readiness.

Cattleya stood by the window, staring solemnly at the Death Ship, until the Mirai passed smoothly and gradually opened up the distance.

Klein's thoughts had been churning ever since he saw the death number, and finally he came to the conclusion that "the generals above the stars are pretty decent".

I heard Frank let out a long sigh and said again in a relaxed and smiling voice:

"You said, is it true that the undead king can live forever, and what factors has his extraordinary ability transformed in his body? If I can study it, maybe I can solve the problem of my fish's short life cycle."

Talking, Frank seemed to have a new inspiration, and he continued along the line:

"If I can catch the believers of the original moon, I can cross them with fish, and I may be able to get excellent breeding fish with a long life cycle and strong reproductive ability."

You are so terrifying, I shudder to think that the sea is full of caviar and grandchildren of the undead king.

"You can ask him to discuss this matter, and when I complete the commission, you can bring the task items over there."

Frank was stunned for a moment, and said thoughtfully, "Can the Primitive Moon believers make him want to mate? Can it make him interested in fish?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Death Sentinel suddenly turned its sails and chased the Future.

At the same time, everyone on the Mirai heard a high-pitched, piercing, malicious, continuous laughter.