Capítulo 189: Respective
Looking at the rapier placed on the table by the messenger, Ebner frowned and had various guesses.
However, he didn't see any letter from Jane except for the rapier, so he had a thought. He took out the box that was temporarily sealed last night and took out the "mirror" used for "live-streaming."
As expected, just as he removed the spirituality seal, he heard a faint voice.
"Ebner, this is Ludwell's sword. It's considered a mystical item… I'll give it to you as a gift.
"In addition, please hand the mirror directly to the messenger."
Ebner looked up at the tall messenger, who was nearly four meters tall and whose head had extended out of the roof. He complied and held the mirror high.
Upon seeing this, the skeleton messenger crouched down and received the mirror.
Ebner froze for a moment, then tipped his head back to look into the other man's eyes, which were burning with dark fire. He nodded slightly as a greeting.
Is this how Xio usually feels when he looks at others? Ebner wondered darkly as he watched the messenger disappear.
At this moment, he picked up the rapier and activated the Eye of Pure White to analyze it.
Indeed, it's not a mystical item that directly corresponds to which pathway or Sequence it is from, but a product of an irregular combination of similar characteristics…
"It only has one Beyonder power, and that is to bring absolute destruction to the object it stabs.
The results of the analysis are basically the same as the description of Ludwell's thin sword. I should be able to confirm that this is his sword…
In that case, it turns out that Jane was in such a hurry to switch off her live broadcast last night to chase after Ludwell?
Even the sword was seized. Ludwell is probably doomed… In that case, the ring left behind by Death was likely either obtained by Jane or fallen into Admiral of Stars hands…
In fact, if the plan to intercept Admiral Hell is being presided over by Admiral of Stars, that would be fine…
"If Jane really completed it on her own… then her harvest in her ancestor's mausoleum might be beyond imagination…"
After thinking for a moment, Ebner laughed self-deprecatingly. This was because even if there was anything wrong with the mausoleum, Jane had Admiral of Stars and even Queen Mystic to take care of her. It wasn't his place to interfere. Besides, with his present strength, he couldn't interfere…
I still have to raise my strength as soon as possible… This world's future will only become more dangerous. Sequence 7 isn't enough.
After sighing with emotion, Ebner placed the thin sword in his collection room and thought:
"I remember that Ludwell's weapon is called 'Harris Rapier'. It originated from an ancient prince of the Southern Continent… However, from today onwards, it will be called 'Bryan Rapier'.
After that, Ebner had a hasty breakfast and prepared to buy the relevant items for the Sun domain ritual.
He had agreed to perform another exorcism ritual for Xio yesterday, so he naturally had to keep his word.
However, after he left and arrived at the street intersection, he was about to board the public carriage when he suddenly heard the paperboy's voice.
"Extra! Extra! The Black Tulip has been sunk by the new ironclad warship. A new era is coming!"
"Extra! Extra! The Black Tulip has been sunk by the new ironclad warship. A new era is coming!"
After pausing for a moment, Ebner quickly took out a two-pence coin and bought a copy of the Daily Observer. Many passengers who wanted to take the bus made the same choice.
Opening the newspaper, Ebner immediately saw the headlines:
"The Black Tulip was sunk by the heavy cannons of the ironclad warship Pritz. Admiral Hell Ludwell jumped into the sea to escape."
…
At the same time, at Daffodil Street in Tingen City.
"Extra! Extra! Doomsday for the Pirate Admiral! The first battle of the ironclad warship has been won!"
Klein was originally covering his mouth with his hand and yawning when he suddenly felt energized when he heard the newsboy peddling.
He didn't sleep well the entire night because he kept thinking about the outcome of the naval battle. Although it had nothing to do with him, he really couldn't accept the feeling of the story coming to an abrupt end at its climax. If he hadn't remembered to maintain Mr. Fool's mystery, he would've frequently used his spirituality to touch the crimson star of the Tower, urging him to use Holy Light again to reinforce the passageway.
After spending money to buy a Tingen Morning Post, Klein quickly browsed through it.
There was not much content in the news. They only explained the time, location, characters, and results. As the saying goes, the shorter the content, the bigger the matter.
Ludwell still managed to escape in the end? With the situation last night, with a demigod personally participating in the hunt, I thought it would be difficult for Admiral Hell to escape this calamity… As expected of a pirate admiral? His strength is indeed astonishing!
However, the matter happened last night in the outer seas of Pritz Harbor. As for Tingen City, it was already revealed by the newspapers this morning. The speed of information exchange in this world isn't too slow. This is all thanks to Emperor Roselle's outstanding contribution. Thank you for inventing a telegram. If not for such a convenient way of transmitting information, even with a steam locomotive, it would have taken at least two to three days for Tingen to receive it…
Just as he thought of this, Klein suddenly froze as he frowned.
He realized that he had made a common sense mistake regarding Trissy's divination before watching the "live stream" last night!
Only Earthlings would make such a common sense mistake!
During his divination above the gray fog last night, Klein had seen Trissy take the steam locomotive into the distance. Therefore, he subconsciously determined that this was happening.
However, no one in this world had invented electric lights or similar devices. There was almost no steam locomotive after dark, and Klein, who was used to seeing green trains traveling at night, instinctively ignored it!
In other words, that wasn't what happened last night!
It was the scene of the future that he had foreseen!
With this in mind, Klein couldn't be bothered to save money to squeeze into public transportation. He immediately called for a rental carriage and quickly boarded it.
…
At the Backlund train station, Daly, who was wearing a hooded black robe, blue eye shadow, and blush, stood on the platform with her sidekick, Chelly. The latter was looking at her watch as she frequently looked at the station's entrance.
"Chelly, there's no need to rush. There's still some time before the train starts driving… Besides, even if he doesn't come, we can still wait for him in Tingen." Madam Daly's bewitching and beautiful face revealed a smile as she consoled Chelly.
"That Mr. Deacon of the Church of Storms sure isn't a gentleman. He actually made a lady wait for him," said Chelly unhappily.
"According to that Hero Detective, it's not surprising for the Church of Storms to be late…" Daly added with a smile.
At that moment, a youth in his mid-twenties walked over quickly. After hearing Daly's words, he explained, "Ma'am, I think you and that detective might have some misunderstanding about us Mandated Punishers…"
Daly looked at the person and saw that he was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. His hair was wheat-colored, his eyes were grayish-blue, and his cheekbones were high. He had the characteristics of the south, identical to the photos of the so-called "elites" she had previously seen from the Church of Storms's headquarters. Hence, she directly asked, "Stewart?"
"Yes, Ma'am Daly. I'm Stewart. Yes, I'll reiterate here. The reason I'm late is that I accidentally got engrossed in the analysis of a spell… It wasn't intentional, nor can it represent the style of the entire Church of Storms…"
After a simple self-introduction, the youth named Stewart emphasized once again. Then, he actually turned around and ran towards the ticket office… to buy tickets.
"Ma'am Daly, is this person reliable or not?" Chelly's mouth twitched when she saw this scene as she asked hesitantly.
"There should be… no problem, right? According to the information, this is a… secret arts instructor."
Daly answered with uncertainty. Her voice became softer until she could no longer hear clearly.
…
In Tingen City, under Saint Selena Cathedral, Klein closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair.
Due to his misinterpretation of Trissy's divination, he deeply realized that divination wasn't omnipotent. He also used it as an opportunity to completely digest the potion.
He felt the complete digestion of the potion and vaguely saw illusory stars one after another. Those stars had an inexplicable connection with him, as though they wanted to gather together and become one.
After an indescribable feeling of hunger and thirst subsided, Klein returned to normal and didn't have any additional insights.
At that moment, he knew that he was a true and complete Seer.
Next, I'll lay the foundation three to four times with Captain before formally requesting… At the same time, I can go to the underground market to see if there are any corresponding Beyonder ingredients… It should be very expensive…
Having digested the Seer, Klein quickly made a decision.
In the afternoon, seeing Captain Dunn and company return one after another, Klein asked about the situation and obtained the outcome of not capturing Trissy.
Klein first expressed his regret before pausing and deliberating over his words.
"Captain, I haven't heard anything I shouldn't have heard in more than a week. I've seen things I shouldn't have seen. Furthermore, this is under the condition that I often use my Spirit Vision in Cogitation."
"Oh?" Dunn frowned in puzzlement.
At the same time, there was a soft gasp at Dunn's office door.
Klein hurriedly turned his head and saw Madam Daly looking at him with a faint smile.
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