Inside the magnificent palace above the
"Can it be inferred from this that during the Tudor-
"If this is really the case, the 'Blood Emperor' Alista Tudor, who initially didn't intend to switch
"So, could the 'fixed-point teleportation' in the Tudor ruins have been set up by Bethel Abraham?"
"High probability!"
"Mm, only a figure of 'Mr. Door's caliber could make the entry and exit of secret ruins reach such a level, making it so that even my divination above the Gray Fog can't locate it, and even the Angels who control secrecy find it difficult to directly infiltrate..."
Amidst the flurry of thoughts, Klein increasingly felt that his guess was close to the truth.
I wonder if 'Mr. Door' left any corresponding information, providing accurate coordinates or alternative methods of entry and exit? This means I'll have to ask Miss 'Magician' to inquire with her teacher again...
Ugh, I really wish Miss 'Magician' could become a 'Traveler' soon, so she doesn't have to rely on letters to contact her teacher and can just teleport directly. Well, she can do it now, but 'Recording' that many instances of 'Travel' would itself scare her teacher and raise suspicion. What a pain...
If the Abraham family didn't leave any records, would I have to try talking to 'Mr. Door'? That's not just troublesome, but dangerous... The most important thing is, Miss 'Magician' hasn't reached Sequence 5 yet. She can't hear clearly every time, let alone respond to 'Mr. Door', and I can't turn her into my puppet or descend and possess her... When I first pulled Miss 'Magician' Fors to the area above the Gray Fog, Klein had seriously considered the issue of communicating with 'Mr. Door' through her after his Sequence increased. Later, the more he learned, the more fearful he became, and he dared not take the risk.
Moreover, his current level also lacked sufficiently effective and safe means.
As his thoughts fluctuated, Klein suddenly let out a soft sigh, uttering a single word: "Patience..."
Above the sea, on an island where pirates were particularly active.
Fors picked up a glass and, full of anticipation, took a sip of the clear, colorless liquid. Her face immediately scrunched up as if she had tasted something inedible.
"Bah, this Langli is just too low-quality. Why are they drinking it so happily?" Fors put down the glass, raised her right hand to fan her mouth, and muttered softly, "Besides having a high alcohol content, it has no other merits. Oh, right, it's cheap!"
After taking a sip of cold water from another cup, Fors picked up her fountain pen and wrote in a notebook of rather poor quality: "The pirates here only chase after strong liquor, and they care about the price. For them, getting drunk is more important than anything else.
The three pirate friends I know told me that this port city was built by themselves. Initially, they moored their ships here, hid their gains, and settled their families. Later, bankrupts, adventurers, and tax evaders drifted here, settled down, cleared land for farming, and built houses. Afterwards, a market formed, and sea merchants flocked in like sharks catching the scent of blood."
Writing up to this point, Fors raised her head and looked at the three pirates curled up in the corner: "Do you have anything else to say?"
The three big, burly pirates shuddered simultaneously and said with a mournful face: "No, really nothing."
...I gotta say, imitating Mr. World's manner to deal with pirates feels pretty good... Fors sighed inwardly, shook her head, averted her gaze, and continued writing: "The atmosphere here is very open. If women take a fancy to a man, they can make an offer. Similarly, if a man fancies a man, or a woman fancies a woman, it's allowed. According to my three pirate friends, when drifting on the sea, due to long periods of repression and boredom, some inevitably try forbidden acts. In this regard, they were very honest, each describing their own experiences...
Furthermore, they made me realize something I previously wouldn't have believed: pirates actually advocate democracy and justice.
This completely subverts my understanding, but on closer thought, it's not that hard to understand. At least they didn't say they were pursuing justice.
The explanation from those three pirate friends was: when an individual's strength plus weapons doesn't have absolute, crushing power, the majority definitely rules on a pirate ship. Moreover, sailing a large ship requires the cooperation of many people... These factors combined lead to a very democratic atmosphere in pirate groups. Every so often, there's a captain who gets voted off their ship or even killed by their subordinates.
I think if the captain had absolute power, the pirate group would certainly develop into a different form."
Writing up to this point, Fors raised her head and looked out the window. Under the clear blue sky and white clouds, buildings made of wood or stone clustered messily to form a market. From time to time, a few children in slightly ragged clothes could be seen hopping and skipping by.
Listening to the vigorous noise, Fors picked up her pen again and wrote.