newbobooks Chapter 332 Ince and the Evil Spirit
Chapter 332 Ince and the Evil Spirit
Chapter 332 Ince and the Evil Spirit
Klein glanced at Danitz, who had shrunk behind Cyril, and calmly asked, maintaining his composure, "Someone you know?"
He paused, then added, "I don't eat people."
Cyril stepped aside, arms crossed, looking on with amusement. "We're not that close. I have no objection if you want to use him to feed that glove on your hand; after all, the 'arsonist' ability is still quite useful."
...Gloves?
Danitz glanced instinctively at Klein's hands across the alley... He wasn't wearing gloves either.
The thought had barely crossed his mind when he felt that fleeting, oppressive, and frantic hunger again.
After a brief pause in thought, he remembered a famous glove that had once appeared at sea, the "Crawling Hunger" glove wielded by "Hurricane Admiral" Zillingus.
Damn, could it be that thing?
I heard the captain say that the thing really eats people and can also herd souls; it's a terrifying and magical object.
No, the guy who can possess an item like "Crawling Hunger" is terrifying in himself.
As his thoughts raced, he slowly backed away, saying loudly, "We know each other very well, really. We even met on the 'Golden Dream' last week."
"And my captain, Vice Admiral Iceberg, Edwina, is in this area, along with the Golden Dream!"
"you..."
Sensing Klein's suddenly sharp gaze, he paused abruptly, then turned to Cyril with feigned ease: "For the captain's sake, could you perhaps try to persuade your friend?"
Cyril raised an eyebrow and casually asked, "How can you be sure he and I are friends?"
Danitz maintained a stiff smile and said, "I think someone like you..."
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Before he could finish speaking, Klein interrupted him: "Where is 'White Shark'?"
"The second floor of that tavern we just visited."
Danitz's pride prevented him from answering such a question, but his mouth honestly gave the answer.
Klein did not respond. He raised his hand to adjust the half-high silk hat on his head, then turned and walked to the other end of the alley. His figure quickly disappeared from their sight.
Danitz watched his disappearing figure, somewhat incredulous.
"He just left like that?"
"If you feel you've made a fool of yourself, you can chase after him and fight him to regain some face, even if you lose."
"I'm just embarrassed, not stupid."
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Cyril smiled and placed a hand on Danitz's shoulder before Danitz turned away. "I guess you could say I saved you, so shouldn't you repay me?"
Danitz's relaxed mood tightened again: "What do you want? My bounty is only 3000 pounds, it's worthless."
Cyril nodded noncommittally, then asked, "So, do you know who has the highest bounty on this island?"
Without hesitation, Danitz replied, "Admiral Disease. Her Black Death was spotted in the nearby waters a few days ago."
"One of the captains under 'Hell Admiral' was also spotted nearby. Although he was somewhat disguised, I still recognized him. However, I don't know if he has left yet."
"These are the only two things I know. Most pirates who disembark disguise themselves and have their own hideouts, making them difficult for others to spot."
"After all, once you have a bounty on your head, you have to be constantly on guard against the navy, the church, bounty hunters, adventurers, and fellow pirates."
When he finished speaking, Danitz tilted his head back slightly, looking at the sky outside the alley at a 45-degree angle.
Several seconds passed, and the expected words and interruptions did not come. He couldn't help but look down at Xireen, only to find that the other person had disappeared at some point.
After looking around and making sure no one was around, he couldn't help but mutter, "What a mysterious guy."
He then put the hood back on his cloak, turned around, and quickly left the unpleasant alley.
As the last rays of twilight faded on the distant horizon, Cyril, who had just finished dinner and was about to return to the ship to rest for a while, was suddenly struck by a spiritual awakening.
"It's blurry, but it seems to have something to do with me."
As he whispered, he took a gold coin from his pocket, tossed it into the air, and then caught it.
After repeating it twice, he saw a phantom book reflected in his eyes, and at the same time, he took a step forward, his figure quickly fading and disappearing.
On the streets near the dock, the dim yellow light from the gas streetlights suddenly became intermittent, as if the streetlights had come to life and were blinking incessantly.
"Won't they find us?"
"Don't speak!"
Denton and Donna huddled in their mother's arms, their bodies trembling slightly.
Crivus and his companions surrounded their employer from the front and back, constantly glancing around warily.
Donna's father was affected by the tense atmosphere and felt a little uneasy, but he still mustered up the courage to protect his wife and two children behind him.
Seeing that the surrounding gas streetlights were flashing but there was no other movement, he couldn't help but ask, "Is it just that the gas streetlights are malfunctioning?"
Krivis remained vigilant, keeping a watchful eye on his surroundings, and said in a low voice, "I don't know, but my gut feeling tells me that something is watching us, and it's dangerous."
"Cecil, you..."
"what!"
The sudden screams of the two children interrupted him. Before he could turn around, the surroundings suddenly turned bright white.
The blinding light made him instinctively close his eyes.
After he adjusted a little and opened his eyes again, he saw countless clusters of golden, illusory flames burning all around him.
In the firelight, illusory, transparent faces vanished with silent screams.
"this..."
Krivis paused for a second before reacting, and quickly turned around to look at his employer and companions behind him, but saw nothing, not a single person in sight.
A series of deep blue ripples spread out beneath his feet, and after a brief feeling of weightlessness, he suddenly regained his senses.
They saw the dim, no longer flickering gas streetlights, and their employer and companion, whose faces were pale but who had no obvious injuries.
As fragments of memories surfaced in his mind, he finally realized that he had just had a nightmare.
He opened his mouth, but for some reason couldn't make a sound, and his body felt as if it were sinking into a quagmire, making it difficult to move.
The fear that had just begun to rise in my heart was washed away by a warm force.
The next second, a majestic voice, so powerful it made one want to bow down and prostrate oneself, rang in his ear: "Sleeping is forbidden here!"
As the sound rang out, he felt everything around him disappearing, drifting away from him.
After a moment of indescribable emptiness and loss, he woke up from his dream again.
"this..."
He saw Donna and Denton gesture for him to be quiet, and then point behind him.
He took a deep breath, turned around abruptly, and saw the darkness surging like waves, layers of invisible transparent barriers, blazing golden flames, clear and holy pillars of light, and countless transparent, distorted vengeful spirits and evil ghosts.
Randolph Carter, who had previously shared fish-man flesh with Randolph Carter on the deck of the White Agate, stood beneath a clear, sacred pillar of light, wielding a broad, silvery-white greatsword that seemed to condense into light, confronting the figures surging in the darkness.
In the flickering golden firelight, he could barely make out the figure standing in the darkness.
The other person was dressed in a black double-breasted long suit, with features like a classical sculpture, without a single wrinkle. What was most striking was that one of his eyes was completely devoid of luster.
Cyril looked at Ince Zangwell, who stood in the darkness, neither moving nor fighting, and kept summoning undead and ghosts to harass him, with some confusion.
I don't know if the other party has lost their mind or if they have some hidden conspiracy.
After a two-second silence, he tentatively asked, "Ince Zangwill, or Medici Soren Einhorn?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding darkness suddenly receded, and Ince Zangwell's figure was fully exposed in the dim light.
Two wounds resembling lips were torn open on his pale cheeks, but they were suppressed by an invisible force and could not be opened.
Then, he opened and closed his lips, uttering a slightly hoarse, Medici-esque voice: "Oh, you finally guessed it. I was just thinking about whether to give you a hint."
Cyril frowned. "What do you want to do?"
Medici Soren Einhorn, wearing Ince Zangwell's face, looked at him with a smile: "I saw two cute little kids while passing by, so I came to say hello to them."
As he spoke, he looked past Sirion and towards Donna and Denton behind him.
The two children were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they huddled trembling in their mother's arms.
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Cyril frowned; he didn't think Medici Soren Einhorn, as a demon, would be so boring.
After a second of silence, he suddenly clenched his fist and pushed forward, hissing in ancient Hermes, "Exile!"
An invisible, immense force suddenly erupted, catching Ince Zangwell off guard. He was thrown into the air, his figure fading and disappearing rapidly in mid-air.
Before the figure completely disappeared, Cyril saw his slightly parted lips as if he were saying something to him, but his voice was drowned out by the surging air currents.
Something's not right. Something's extremely wrong.
Neither Ince Zangwell nor Medici Solo Einhorn is right.
Cyril frowned, wielding his silver greatsword to purify a nearby transparent soul, then raised his hand and pushed it forward: "Imprison!"
Layer upon layer of transparent walls appeared out of thin air, freezing the wandering undead spirits in place.
Then a phantom book, constantly turning its pages, appeared in his eyes.
Snapped!
With a crisp snap of the fingers, golden, illusory flames, imbued with the pure and sacred aura of the sun, spontaneously ignited all around.
Notarized: Valid!
As he spoke, the golden flames burned even brighter, and the undead spirits frozen in place melted away like lit candles, disappearing with silent screams.
The few remaining undead that were not imprisoned fled quickly after Ince Zangwill was no longer at his command.
Seeing that the problem had been solved, Sirion made the silver greatsword in his hand disappear into specks of light, and then walked towards Krivis and the others.
They were still reeling from witnessing a battle between extraordinary beings.
Although undead spirits are not normally visible to ordinary people, their distorted, transparent faces emerge from the flames when they are burned by the fire of light.
And then there was the surging darkness, the figures flying backwards in the air and suddenly disappearing, the layers upon layers of dreams, all of which exceeded their imagination.
He reached out and patted the little boy Denton on the shoulder, and after the boy came to his senses, asked, "Where's your lucky coin?"
"Oh, here it is!"
Denton quickly took the gold Horn from his coat pocket and handed it to him.
After receiving it, Sirion flicked his finger and sent the gold coin flying into the air with a clang.
Clang!
Everyone's eyes unconsciously followed the gold market upwards.
Then they saw a sacred, bright, and pure warm light descend from the sky and fall upon them.
In the warm, pale golden light, all the fatigue, cold, and fear on everyone's bodies were swept away.
Snapped!
The falling gold coin was caught by Sirion, who looked at Denton, raised an eyebrow and smiled, "You've used up your lucky coin, so I'm going to take it back."
Denton was a little disappointed when he heard that his lucky coin was going to be taken back, but he still nodded.
"it is good."
Will I be able to get lucky coins again in the future?
"That depends on whether you're lucky enough."
Cyril twirled the gold coin in his hand and looked at Crivus: "I'm a little curious about what happened to you before. Could you tell me about it?"
Krivis nodded, then frowned and shook his head, saying, "Actually, I'm not quite sure what happened just now. I only know that I had a lot of dreams on and off, and I can't tell which ones were dreams and which ones were reality."
"I understand. You should hurry back to the ship. I think you need some warmth from the blankets or the stove."
Cyril nodded and didn't press the matter further.
For ordinary people, it is indeed very difficult to distinguish between reality and dreams in such a constantly alternating dream sequence.
Donna and Denton's father stepped forward and bowed very sincerely and gentlemanly: "My name is Uldi Blanche, brave and kind sir, thank you very much for your help just now."
"If it weren't for you, we would probably have faced an unimaginable danger and paid the price with our lives."
"Sir, are you also a crew member of the White Agate? After I've settled my frightened wife and children, I'll come to your door with a gift to thank you."
Cyril nodded without saying anything more.
After everyone thanked him, the group hurried towards where the White Agate was docked.
After watching them disappear, Cyril turned his head to look at the spot where Ince Zangwell had vanished. A piece of paper torn from a notebook lay there quietly.
"That's interesting..."
"In the end, Medici's evil spirit chose Ince Zangwell, her former doorman." Was this a correction from fate, or a correction from a certain author?