Frank Lee didn't notice the anomaly in Klein Moretti and chuckled, adding:
"I was about to help you by throwing some seeds, but unfortunately, I can't throw that far."
Throw seeds onto the "Black Tulip"? This sea area has the residual aura of the "Earth Goddess", and supernatural things in this domain will mutate and attack indiscriminately... I was also on the "Black Tulip" at that time... Good thing you didn't throw them... Klein suddenly remembered the previous state of the "Future" and the watermelon growing out of the dead pirate's head.
He was about to choose his words to make a response fit Klein's identity as Gehrman Sparrow, when he suddenly saw Heath Doyle emerging from the shadows nearby, bending over to vomit.
The "Bloodless" first dry-heaved, then his knees went weak, and he knelt on the deck.
Vomit! Vomit!
He finally spat out a pool of yellow-green liquid. Inside it, a semi-corroded gray-black piece of flesh was twitching and writhing.
Vomit! Vomit! Vomit!
Heath Doyle spat out several similar pools.
Seeing this, Klein felt disgusted but also relieved. He was worried that Heath Doyle, the "Rose Bishop", might be contaminated by eating random things, but now it seemed that he was just isolating it, not actually digesting it.
No wonder he's a "Rose Bishop" who hasn't gone mad... Klein sighed silently.
He was about to shift his gaze away from the vomit when a thought suddenly crossed his mind:
"The Writhing Hunger" has been activated, and it needs to be "fed" once a day, but there are no outsiders here, no ideal villains... The dead pirate earlier is not suitable; although his comrades might not care about the corpse, "The Writhing Hunger" devours souls...
I wonder if these pieces of flesh can serve as "food"? At least they originally belonged to corpses with strong vitality, affected by the aura of the "Earth Goddess"...
With that thought, Klein took two steps forward, approaching Heath Doyle.
Reluctant to look at the pools of vomit, he instinctively turned his gaze to the other side, to the magnificent sea sparkling under the sun outside the railing.
Then, he extended his left hand towards the gray-black pieces.
The "Writhing Hunger" did not change at all; no mouth split open in the middle of the glove.
It seems it doesn't want to eat... I'll have to make do with it for now, dealing with potential dangers. If a day passes without finding suitable food, I'll throw it into the Gray Mist... Klein helplessly withdrew his hand and looked up at the direction of the captain's cabin.
The gold brooch on "Star General" Cattleya's chest shone again, condensing into a "Solar Wraith", which purified the gray-black pieces vomited by Heath Doyle one by one.
This pirate general's expression and complexion did not change much, but she seemed a bit tired, and the deep purple light in her eyes became more pronounced.
Confirming that the ship was sailing again, Klein did not linger and prepared to return to his room to change out of his wet clothes.
Anderson glanced at him, approached, and opened his mouth with curiosity.
"Shut up!" Klein said preemptively.
This incident had caused him to lose the fishman cuff button, so he grew even more disdainful of that jinxed person, almost defining him as food for "The Writhing Hunger".
"...Okay." Anderson raised his hands. "I'll drink quietly."
Klein ignored him, entered the cabin, and returned to his room.
In the bathroom, he took out a "Water Creation Talisman", recited the ancient Hermes word, filled the bathtub with clean water, then took off all his clothes and lay down.
The cold feeling and warm sun relaxed him. He took the paper and pen he had brought from the desk and wrote a divination statement:
"The location of the fishman cuff button."
After silent recitation seven times, Klein lay down completely, with his head resting on the edge of the bathtub, and entered a dream.
In a gray, fragmented, illusory world, he saw the deck and a walking corpse with several decayed parts. The blue fishman cuff button was embedded in the flesh on the left waist of the walking corpse.
Beyond the deck was complete darkness, making it impossible to see exactly where the ship was.
It's indeed on the "Black Tulip"... Klein opened his eyes and made his judgment.
"I hope the 'Hell General' doesn't discover it; this way, I can use the cuff button to lock onto the location of the 'Black Tulip'...
"Even if discovered, it's fine; as long as Rudville doesn't throw away the cuff button, and not too much time passes, I can still locate it, but the divination needs to be done from the Gray Mist...
"Also, I must perform a divination interference to prevent the 'Hell General' from locating me or even cursing me through the cuff button."
"That ring of his really does seem like an item left by the ancient God of Death. Hmm, I'll write a letter to Mr. Azik." Klein quickly washed himself and stepped out of the bathtub.
After drying off and changing into his previous Ruen gentleman's attire, Klein first adjusted his equipment and laundered his clothes, then spread out the writing paper and took out Azik's copper whistle.
Standing at the desk, looking at the items, Klein's right hand hesitated for a moment.
His gaze flickered a few times, then he put Azik's copper whistle back into the small iron box and sealed the aura with the "Spirit Wall".
He planned to summon the messenger only after leaving this sea area and disembarking from the "Future".
"The losses this time are significant, but at least I've finally digested the 'Faceless' potion, and I can focus on waiting for the mermaid's appearance..."
"Hmm... the actual situation of this divine war ruin is different from what I expected; it actually has the aura of the 'Mother Earth'..."
"This definitely wasn't from later; otherwise, a deity couldn't have been unable to control its aura."
"And among the eight ancient gods of the Second Epoch, none held the authority in the domain of Earth..."