nownovels Chapter 305 A Wasted Effort
Chapter 305 A Wasted Effort
Chapter 305 A Wasted Effort
"I've come to borrow a book and also to ask a question."
As he spoke, Xireen looked up at the sky, which was a clear blue with only a few small white clouds in the distance.
...Judging from today's weather, there shouldn't be any lightning strikes.
Edwina turned to the side and pointed to a row of bookshelves behind her: "Most of the ship's books are here. Some special books, those involving the occult and with side effects, are kept separately."
What questions would you like to ask?
Cyril glanced at the crammed bookshelf and then said, "I have a magical item, one of its negative effects is that it increases the probability of being struck by lightning in the vicinity."
"It requires specific weather conditions; it's not like creating lightning out of thin air."
Edwina nodded thoughtfully: "If it's lightning within the normal range, then there's no problem."
The "Golden Dream" is equipped with a specially designed lightning protection system that directs moderate lightning strikes directly into the sea.
"Unless the lightning is created and guided by an extraordinary being, it will not cause damage to the hull."
"That's no problem."
Cyril breathed a slight sigh of relief, no longer worried that he would wake up tomorrow to find the "Golden Dream" riddled with holes by lightning.
This is the flagship of the Dream Pirates. If he causes it to be struck by lightning and damaged because of his own fault, he will have to pay a lot of money.
After exchanging a few words, he went to Edwina's captain's cabin, grabbed two books, and then went to the ship's mess hall to get some food before returning to his room.
On the desk, he took the crystal ball containing an eye from the painting.
"How can you read a book with just a crystal ball?"
"With our eyes, or by relying on ritual magic?"
The crystal ball on the table answered his question with its actions.
A deep purple hue appeared above those azure eyes, and glimmers of starlight spilled from the crystal ball, like nimble hands lifting up the stack of bills sent by Bernadette.
Is this eye a manifestation of the "eye of revelation"?
He muttered something, then looked away and buried himself in his lunch.
In less than ten minutes, a standard lunch on the "Golden Dream" was finished.
hiccup~
Cyril leaned back in his chair and rubbed his stomach. "To be honest, the food on the Golden Dream is really good, better than most restaurants I've ever eaten at."
"The drinks are also good, much better than regular beer or fruit juice, somewhat like fruit-flavored alcoholic beverages."
He suddenly remembered the ship's first mate's nickname at sea: "The Gourmet".
He probably knew where the title "gourmet" came from.
"He's not even a 'Brulian Craftsman,' yet he managed to surpass a bunch of Sequence 6s to become First Officer. Could it be because of his culinary skills?"
Cyril smacked his lips and suddenly burst out laughing.
Although it was a pirate crew, the "Golden Dream" was nothing like a pirate, inside and out.
Perhaps they would make more money opening a floating restaurant or a sea-based tutoring center than being treasure hunters who occasionally work as pirates.
After resting in a chair for a while, he got up and set up a spiritual wall in the room, then took out the painting containing the remaining spirit of "Bonebreaker" Basil.
Using his imagination, he conjured up a complete spiritual ritual on the drawing paper, made some slight modifications, gently rubbed his fingers together to light the candle, and began chanting incantations.
As the eerie green candlelight flickered, Basil's spirit detached from the drawing paper and was sketched in mid-air.
His eyes were open, but his face showed no emotion or expression, as if he were sleepwalking or a puppet on strings.
Cyril calmly surveyed the spirit floating in mid-air before him, then asked, "Whom do you intend to smuggle that batch of weapons you placed at the Nass base to?"
After a half-second silence, Basil's spirit said in a dreamlike voice, "The natives on Sonia Island who have not yet been fully assimilated."
Seeing that the other party only said this much, Sirion had no choice but to ask, "Be more specific."
"I don't know, the 'Deep Sea Admiral' doesn't trust me as much as the rumors suggest."
"Then tell me what you know."
"The Deep Sea Admiral has clandestine supporters, possibly the military of the Kingdom of Rune or the military of the Fusak Empire on Sonia Island."
"Although he spends most of his time plundering and searching for underwater treasures, the stealth provided by the 'stealthy ship' occasionally allows us to do things near Sonia Island that could easily escalate tensions between Rune and Fusak."
"The arms deal is a top secret. That's all I know about it; only the officers on the USS Newins have more detailed information."
'
"Sirius rubbed his forehead, somewhat speechless.
It seems like I've wasted my time. Am I supposed to go and assassinate "Deep Sea Admiral" or his first and second officers?
He sighed softly and asked some more questions until Basil's spirit began to show signs of instability, at which point the ritual ended.
He made the spiritual ritual, which was manifested through imagination, disappear, and then picked up the drawing paper with the lingering spirit of basil, and casually flicked his wrist.
Call ~
The paper spontaneously combusted instantly, turning into ashes and dissipating into the air.
After doing all that, he found a comfortable position to lie down on the bed, silently reciting Adam's name.
Soon, an irresistible drowsiness overcame him, and he fell into a deep sleep.
In the grand and imposing main hall of the Church of Bones, with its towering black stone pillars, Cyril awoke in a black armchair.
He glanced around at the empty space, then looked at Adam at the front and briefly described the problem he was facing.
Finally, he added, "I want to know the whereabouts of the 'Deep Sea Admiral,' or who in the Twilight Hermits' is on Sonia Island and knows who is in contact with the 'Deep Sea Admiral'?"
"I see."
Adam nodded slightly in response, and then fell silent.
Seeing this, Sirion simply fell silent as well.
Two or three minutes later, two familiar figures appeared out of thin air on the black armchair not far from him.
One of them was Barros Hopkins, the "King of Black Seats," and the other was a woman with whom he had no direct contact.
She has a great figure and is very tall, probably around 1.8 meters. She has a darker complexion, soft facial features, and bright blue eyes, like the sea under the bright sunlight. Her long black hair is thicker than the average person's.
What's even more striking is that Cyril can sense a raw, violent aura emanating from her, as if she were facing a catastrophe.
This was an illusion caused by the overflow of spirituality at the demigod level.
...a newly promoted demigod, and most likely through the "sailor" route.
As his thoughts drifted, he saw the woman, who appeared to be a newly promoted "Sailor" demigod, looking at him: "Hello, I am Cheryl Lang, the leader of the underground resistance in the southern part of Sonia Island."
"Originally, this task should have been mine, but I've been busy with my promotion, and the people from the God of War Church are keeping a close eye on me, so I had to go from being the leader of this operation to an assistant."
I have some guesses about the person who is in contact with "Vice Admiral Deep Sea," but I can't be sure yet and need some time to investigate.
"You can go to the Golden Fishing Port south of Sonia Island first. There is a suitable officer named Fussac there who can be a target. You can gather information there first."
"King of the Black Sea," Baros, chimed in at the opportune moment, "I will keep an eye on the whereabouts of the 'Vice Admiral of the Deep Sea' at sea; that won't be difficult."
"Once I find him, I can easily obtain this information."
Cyril nodded, then looked at Cheryl Lang and asked with some curiosity, "Is there an underground resistance on Sonia Island?"
Cheryl nodded calmly: "Although they are called a resistance army, they are actually more like a mutual aid group composed of people who do not want to be oppressed."
"Many of us do not have lofty ideals such as liberating our homeland; most of us just want to live a better life."
"There are also some radicals who want to expel the Fusaks, deter the Runes who have been eyeing the island of Sunia, and bring true freedom to the people of Sunia."
"The numerous frictions and conflicts, both large and small, between Rune and Fussack gave them an opportunity."
Cyril nodded thoughtfully... A demigod as leader, even if he had just been promoted, didn't seem like just the mutual aid group she described.
It's more like a nail that Rune planted on the island of Sonia.
In the land forsaken by God, in that half-collapsed temple.
Straight swords pierced the air, bursting forth with a brilliant light like the rising sun, transforming into a dazzling storm that evaporated all evil and terror.
The blinding light forced Derrick to close his eyes.
The cold air slapped against his face, jolting him awake from his deep sleep.
He saw the fire burning quietly in front of him and the team members who were resting with their eyes closed, guarding the area.
Soon, Colin, the team leader, opened his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Depart after 50 lightning strikes."
Derrick didn't think there was anything wrong with it; he just subconsciously looked up at the sky and judged by the frequency of the lightning that it was still the time when darkness dominated the earth.
I wonder what might happen in that temple.
In his cabin on the "Golden Dream," Sirion yawned and got out of bed.
He glanced at the desk opposite the bed. The crystal ball no longer emitted starlight, and the blue eye sealed inside had bloodshot veins, looking like it had been staying up too late.
The number of letters scattered around the crystal ball was about a quarter less than before.
"I read it pretty quickly, but it felt a bit blurry."
He muttered something, returned the plates on the table to the dining hall, and then took a stroll on the deck outside.
Using his powerful social skills, he learned a great deal about the extraordinary abilities of the crew on the ship.
When he returned to his cabin after estimating the time, he had just hung Steve on the wall and told it not to be disturbed when a thick gray fog suddenly appeared in front of him.
Suppressing the mental strain, he rushed to the bedside and lay down.
Slightly dazed, when he came to his senses, he found himself inside the eternally magnificent palace above the gray mist, where blurry figures sat on either side and above a mottled long table.
Guided by his spiritual intuition, Sirion immediately spotted the "Red Priest" card that Klein had placed back on the table.
...This solves the problem of potential contamination from information beyond the known sequence.
The changes brought about by "Source Castle" after a small qualitative change in the promotion sequence 6? I thought this would happen after becoming a demigod.
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