"So it really was 'teleportation'... how extravagant..." Alger tensed up but quickly relaxed, though his inner wariness and vigilance didn't diminish in the slightest.
Seeing Gehrman Sparrow again, he noticed that while the man's traits were unchanged from before, the hard-to-describe aura of strength in his every move had grown even deeper and more unsettling.
No wonder he's the mad adventurer who can provoke a demigod-level battle and get away cleanly... The slight pride Alger had felt from just becoming Sequence 5 vanished completely at that moment.
Lantern in hand, he walked over slowly, looked at Gehrman Sparrow, and deliberately said:
"The traces you left here probably won't disappear for hundreds or even thousands of years."
He was confirming whether the collapse of the mountain was related to the other.
Klein surveyed the altered terrain, released his right hand that was holding down his top hat, and said with a refined smile:
"The 'Sea King' contributed the most to that."
Tsk, he really did provoke a demigod battle that could have destroyed Bayam, and the 'Sea King' directly attacked this place... And yet he survived that situation and even 'took away' the 'Blood Admiral'—it's unimaginable, unbelievable! Alger began to suspect that Gehrman Sparrow carried a '
He didn't show his shock and amazement, didn't dare pry further, and instead asked:
"Do you plan to head to that primitive island now?"
"Of course," Klein replied calmly.
It was now deep night, the time when Dwayne Dantès should be asleep, so no one would disturb him, while during the day he would have to appear in public.
Of course, to guard against accidents like fires, Klein had also summoned the 'Magic Mirror'
That is, the
Alger appraised himself, understood that he couldn't get any mystical items in a short time, then took out a black-iron ring with spike-like protrusions and put it on his left thumb.
Suppressing a convulsive headache, he nodded slightly:
"Pleasant cooperation."
Then he saw Gehrman Sparrow approach expressionlessly and reach for his shoulder.
At that instant, Alger's first reaction was that the other was about to attack him, and his instinct was to dodge, but he immediately remembered his earlier guess. In a flash of thought, he forcibly controlled his subconscious reaction and let the mad adventurer's hand land on his left shoulder.
Then he noticed Gehrman Sparrow's left hand turn transparent, as if bearing the reflection of the Spirit World. After that, the darkness around him grew denser, the crimson moon became more vivid, and all colors distinctly separated and overlapped with each other.
Countless nearly formless figures retreated "backward," and with Gehrman Sparrow's help, Alger swiftly shuttled through the Spirit World.
Squirming hunger... "Teleportation"... So that's it... Just as such thoughts emerged, he saw his body plummeting straight down. The intense colors around him faded, and everything returned to normal.
Beach... rocks... trees... This is an uninhabited island... Alger looked around and was about to speak when the colors around them thickened and layered distinctly again.
This time, when they left the Spirit World, they were suspended in midair, with the deep blue sea rippling beneath them.
Although Alger had never fought alongside Gehrman Sparrow, with his rich experience, he immediately and tacitly created a swirling gust to keep them afloat.
Thus, the "travel" was successfully triggered again, and figures of Alger and Gehrman Sparrow quickly faded and turned invisible.
When the surrounding scene restored again, the two had arrived at the edge of a giant island. Mist gathered in the air, and the crimson moonlight could only penetrate a little; not only did it not dispel the gloom of the forest and mountains, but it added a hint of eerie, bloody atmosphere.
"This is the place," Alger said, looking around.
Klein appeared nonchalant but was actually extremely cautious in observing the environment. He noticed it was very quiet—not a single bird call, wolf howl, or even the chirping of insects, giving a feeling of dead silence.
As if guessing what he felt, Alger raised his lantern, illuminating the overgrown natural path covered with animal tracks, and said:
"If you come here during the day, it's quite lively. You might even see some bird creatures flying in the forest half-sky that only exist in myths and legends.
"But at night, the 'power' that rules here seems to change, and many supernatural creatures hide away, waiting for dawn."
Mr. "Hanged Man" has been here more than once, at least once during the day and once at night... Klein nodded silently without saying anything.
Alger thought for a second and pointed ahead:
"We'll follow this path into the black forest, going straight until we reach the ancient ruins of unknown age.
"Along the way, we'll hunt the supernatural creatures we encounter that we can handle. If someone kills alone, all the corresponding materials go to the killer. If we work together, you keep the spoils, and after leaving here, we distribute by taking turns to choose, adjusting the priority and number of times based on the specific contributions made."