672 Bystander (1/2)
Upon glancing at the silent Cattleya, Klein suddenly felt a little awkward.
He didn't speak again as he turned and jumped off the boulder. He walked into the black cloister through the half-opened door.
In the square surrounded by a gloomy tower and the buildings, there were remnant fires from a war. Gigantic arrows were embedded in the ground, with the end of their shafts softly wobbling from the wind.
Frank Lee was still digging and planting something, but there wasn't food by his feet anymore, but a pool of flesh and blood.
”What experiments do you plan on performing on them?” Klein, who walked past, couldn't help but ask.
Frank smiled in excitement.
”Plenty!
”For example, all I need is one ox that can satisfy the meat requirements of an entire ship. Every time a piece of meat is sliced off, it will regrow new flesh again!”
… Why is it oxen again? Klein was momentarily unable to provide a response. All he could do was silently draw the crimson moon inwardly.
Along the way, he encountered Navigator Ottolov, who was reading on the ground; Nina, who was almost taking off her clothes due to her inebriation; Heath Doyle, who was hiding silently in the shadows of a corner, before arriving at the hall filled with murals.
At some point in time, Anderson Hood had conjured a reclining chair and was leisurely lying on it, observing the extremely religious and holy murals on the dome.
”Sigh, we're finally about to leave these cursed waters. It will just be another two noons and nights!” Seeing Gehrman Sparrow enter, the Strongest Hunter sighed from the bottom of his heart. ”As long as we successfully leave this area, then I'll no longer need to worry about any remnant problems.”
Klein originally wished to ask him to shut up, but since he was talking about himself and no one else, he couldn't be bothered. He asked in passing, ”Are you from Intis?”
”Barely. My father is from Intis, and my mother is from Segar,” Anderson answered, with the full intention of having a chat.
Klein continued taking a few steps forward.
”Then, do you believe in the Eternal Blazing Sun, God of Steam and Machinery, or the God of Knowledge and Wisdom?”
Anderson's expression suddenly turned a little odd.
”My faith was originally in the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, but their priests are too despicable. Just because I failed my examinations, they ignored my ordinarily handsome face and treated me as a ret*rd. Pui! I'm just better at other topics. My intelligence is in no way lacking! My eye for aesthetics and my basic foundation in drawing has always been excellent! Heh heh, before becoming a hunter, my dream was to be an artist.
”Of course, after coming to the sea, my faith is more or less in the Lord of Storms.”
Upon hearing Anderson's description, Klein suddenly thought of a joke—a priest from the God of Knowledge and Wisdom might make such a statement: ”He failed his examinations? This child is hopeless. Just bury him.”
He was about to lead the conversation into Anderson's life as a hunter, as he was the only person apart from Queen Mystic who could communicate with him normally in this dream world when he suddenly heard the sound of a door creaking open.
In the depths of the hall of murals, there was the sound of a door opening!
Anderson just mentioned about successfully leaving these waters… Klein felt an inexplicable urge to facepalm himself as he focused his gaze on the source of the sound.
Following that, he saw a man in a short linen robe running out from the depths of the hall of murals and towards them.
The man had luxuriant raven-black hair, but he had wrinkles on his face, as though he had suffered plenty of hardship.
Saint of Darkness Leomaster! Leomaster's good side! Klein recognized the man, and he immediately discovered a tall figure surface in the depths of the hall of murals.
The figure was dressed in thick and heavy black full-body armor. His eyes emitted a deep redness.
He held a huge sword as he chased after Leomaster.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
His metallic boots hit the ground repeatedly, releasing clear and hurried sounds.
It's the real Leomaster! The main persona of the Saint of Darkness! Klein saw the two approaching figures as he instinctively turned to the side and quickly retreated.
He immediately held himself to the hall's wall before realizing that Anderson Hood had leaped up from his reclining chair at some point in time, clinging close to the other side of the wall.
Sensing Gehrman Sparrow's gaze, Anderson grinned, returning a smile that meant ”so you are the same as me.”
Who's the same as you? This isn't cowardice. If you weren't around, I would've taken out the Sea God Scepter and fought the Saint of Darkness! I've always been considering what would happen in the real world if I were to help the good Leomaster kill the main persona in the dream…
Yes, there are crewmembers from the Future outside. If Leomaster's main persona really goes mad, Queen Mystic will definitely take action…
It shouldn't be a coincidence that these two fellows left their own dreams and came here… Both parties are already very close in the real world? Perhaps someone had directed the good Leomaster over. Queen Mystic? Many thoughts flashed through Klein's mind.