Pirate's Bizarre Adventure

"what?"

Klein was stunned for a moment, then his face suddenly changed: "What did you say your name is!"

"Uh, John..." The little boy said cautiously, not knowing exactly what he said that offended the other person.

"John, John, oh~ John." Klein thought about it over and over again and finally felt relieved.

john

Jon

It sounds so similar.

Klein felt a little sorry for himself.

How much torture do you have to endure and how many pitfalls do you have to go through before you have a stress reaction to a name?
Hug your thin self.jpg
Closer to home.

Little John is indeed an old horse who knows his way around this place very well.

He took the initiative to introduce Klein: "Fan Wen's mother is a well-known good person in the nearby blocks. She often gives out some rye bread for free. Although it doesn't taste very good, eating it is better than going hungry."

"In the past, I mean before the glory of the benevolent 'original and final God' shone in the East District, many children could not survive, so they would work in a bakery for a few days to earn some pocket money."

"The God of the First and the Last"?
Who gave me this unfortunate name.

Suppressing the unreasonable thoughts in his mind, Klein asked: "According to you, that woman should be very wealthy, right? Otherwise, where would there be so much spare money to donate to the emergency?"

Little John shook his head repeatedly: "Fan Wen's mother herself wears patched clothes. Her dark green skirt has not been changed for several years...and her husband, Uncle Rick, injured his waist while working in a factory in his early years. , I have to rely on a wheelchair to move around, and I am definitely not a rich person."

"You can be so kind despite being in such a difficult situation. Ha, I'm getting more and more curious now." Klein said with a smile.

Little John seemed to hear something and turned his head timidly.

However, what he saw was Klein's poker face.

The fierce temperament of the 'White Wolf' was as sharp as the north wind. Children who grew up in the slums had never seen this before, and they were immediately frightened and dared not speak.

Klein scratched the opponent's little head with his rough hands: "Lead the way well and don't worry about what's going on."

Little John was trembling and did not dare to speak.

Speechless all the way.

The two of them wandered around the narrow and cramped streets until they finally arrived at a bakery with a wooden signboard at the end of Jiuchang Street.

"Okay, it's none of your business here."

Klein put his hands in his pockets and said condescendingly: "Remember, kid, be strict with your mouth. This will save you from trouble."

He tilted his head slightly, as if he remembered something, and then said: "Also, don't show off your cleverness to strangers anymore, just to catch up with my good mood today, otherwise..."

As he spoke, he sneered.

OK, the success of leading the villain to defeat Meow cast a shadow on this child's mind.

Little John was dismissed at will.

Klein looked around, then quietly took off his citrine bracelet and performed a divination for himself.Feeling that there was no danger, I strode closer.

Push the door in.

The inside of the bakery is no better than the outside.

The cabinets and furnishings are old and worn, and they are repaired and repaired whenever possible.

Fortunately, it was clean.

Klein noticed that there was very little dust here, let alone flies and cockroaches.

Klein couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Behind the counter, a dark-skinned woman in a dark green dress looked like she was used to heavy work.She gave a simple smile and said, "Welcome, what do you want to buy?"

"Are you 'Fan Wen's mother'?" Klein asked without speaking, minding his own business.

Fan Wen was stunned for a moment and said truthfully: "It's me, sir, what do you want from me?"

"Heh." Klein sneered, "You should know best why I came to you."

He rubbed the hilt of the sword on his back, "A friendly reminder, it has something to do with the evil god you believe in."

Upon hearing this, Fan Wen immediately changed her expression and stumbled: "You...what are you talking about? I don't understand."

"I really don't understand, so I'm just pretending not to understand." Klein didn't want to force the other party too much, so he suddenly lowered his voice: "Don't worry, I'm a clergy member of the church who specializes in handling such incidents. I'll tell you everything you know. Tell me that the merciful God will forgive your sins.”

"Church..." Fan Wen seemed frightened by Klein's words.

She hesitated, her face turning from green to white, and then from white to red.

Finally, I finally made up my mind and sat slumped on the chair behind the counter, covering my face with my hands, sobbing softly: "I have no choice, I need money so much."

The story is simple.

Almost a year ago, Fan Wen met a beautiful and kind-hearted lady by chance on her way back from receiving relief.

After getting to know each other, she first showed great sympathy for Fan Wen's fate.

Then through various methods, Fan Wen came into contact with a god named "Original".

The kind lady told Fan Wen that for some unexplainable reasons, the "original" was sleeping, waiting for the awakening of devout believers.

At that time, He will bestow supreme grace and glory.

to be honest.

It's just a telecommunications fraud.

Let me first tell you how good the prospects are to get you to join us.

Once you join, you are falling into a deep pit.

This trick is especially effective for certain groups of people who are uneducated and think they are literate.

Although Fan Wen is kind.

But given the environment in which she grew up, it was impossible for her to read.

and so--

Under the temptation of white bread, pâté and sausage, and a settled life.

She is enrolled.

Became a peripheral member of the Witch Sect.

Never underestimate the status of peripheral personnel.

Precisely because it does not involve the extraordinary field, it is more secretive.

The Witch Sect, which had disappeared since the Great Smog Incident, took root again in Backlund.

If it weren't for his brother's peach blossom incident, which made Klein do some divination on a whim, he would never have thought that someone had already touched his hometown.

You know, the headquarters of the Church of Fools is now located in the East District!
"It's no wonder... the name of 'Original' has been taken up by the Fool, and the Witch Sect will have ghosts if they are willing."

Klein thought to himself: "After the Great Smog Incident, the Church of Fools rose up and attracted enough hatred. Those witches don't dare to provoke behemoths like the Church of Night and Church of Storms, so why not take it out on the 'newborn'."

He never imagined that one day he would be treated as a soft persimmon by others.

The words say so.

The power of the Witch Sect is not weak at all.

Even though the true God they believed in had lost his authority, personality, and uniqueness, he did not return from the Kingdom of God in the starry sky, but he still stayed well.

"The successor to the saint, the angel, and the king of angels, now he wants to take the half-broken god as his opponent." Klein smiled bitterly in his heart.

However, it’s not that scary.

Fan Wen is still telling the story: "It was peaceful at first, and then they started to arrange some simple tasks for me. After completing them, they would give me some reward every time."

She stared at Klein with a miserable expression: "Sir, I must live. I have a paralyzed husband and three children who are not yet adults."

Klein was unmoved.

Of course, he just maintains his character by being unmoved on the surface.

He understands Fan Wen.

Think differently.

He probably couldn't resist the temptation of the witch.Bitter.

The people at the bottom are really suffering.

What about the Capital of All Capitals?
There are still people who don’t have enough to eat...

Klein took a deep breath: "I roughly understand the situation. Now, tell me your contact person."

Upon hearing this, Fan Wen shook her head like a rattle, "No, no, no, if they find out, my family and I will die."

With a clatter, Klein pulled out the steel sword from his back. Like a real villain, with a disregard for life in his eyes: "You will die if you betray them. Do you think I am a good gentleman?"

Fan Wen was like a quail, scared to death.

Klein was well aware of the principle of 'loosing and tightening is the most efficient', so he softened his tone slightly: "I have already told you that I am a clergyman of the church. Don't worry, as long as you cooperate obediently, the kind and great Mr. Fool will protect you." nothing."

He smiled: "The original? There is only one original that I know. He is both the beginning and the end. He is the past, the present, and the future."

Fan Wen was stunned and speechless.

After thinking for a long time, she seemed to have made up her mind and swallowed nervously.

Then he crossed his fingers in front of his forehead: "Praise...praise the fool."

Clay smiled with satisfaction, "Praise the Fool."

……

Late at night.

Kerosene lamps lit up the streets of the East District one after another.

The dim lights and the vague pungent smell add a magical and hazy color to this poor street.

Several drunkards came out of the closed pub, swearing.Groups of small and large, noisily turning the corner, just need to unbuckle their belts.

However, at this moment, one of the drunken men suddenly rubbed his eyes and said to his companions in great horror: "There is a ghost!"

"I just said you can't drink well. Where did you get this from?"

"I think you were sucked silly by the neighbor's little widow."

"Hahahaha!"

The other drunkards were laughing and joking, not believing what the drunkard said.

However, what they didn't know was that not far behind them, a beautiful woman shrouded in a white robe and with long hair hanging down her waist walked by.She is stunningly beautiful, and all the adjectives in the world are not enough to describe her beauty.

The woman's expression is indifferent, and there seems to be a touch of unspeakable sadness between her eyebrows, which makes people feel affectionate.

After turning a few corners, she came to a newsstand with an awning and said to the empty newsstand: "Is everything going well?"

After a while, a response came from it: "Of course, Lady Joanna."

"What!" The woman's face turned pale instantly.

As soon as her mind moved, many strange ropes appeared behind her, like poisonous snakes with fangs and claws.

Klein jumped out of the newsstand like a leopard.

At the same time, a hidden power descended, completely separating the nearby hundred meters from the real world.

The woman's eyelids darkened, then she woke up and said with a solemn expression: "Nighthawk!"

"Not bad." Klein admitted very generously.

He has not left the church membership in the Church of Dark Night, so he is not a member of the Church of Dark Night.

While talking, he reached out and fished it out.

Russell, the son of steam, appears again in a Gundam.

Do not know why.

Klein saw a sly smile on the face of this historical projection.

The witch tastes really good.jpg
The woman doesn't want to fall in love, her black hair grows and stretches crazily.

The strands of black hair and the invisible transparent threads rose up, forming an exaggerated spider web.

wow——

In an instant, a deep and quiet black flame shot up from the thick long hair and the illusory thread at the same time!

"Amaterasu, right?" Klein sneered.

Playing with fire here to scare who?
Calmly, he reached out and fished it out again.

A red-haired war god wearing black leather armor appears.

"I come, I see, I conquer!"

Red Angel Medici (projection) made a very convincing opening statement.

After saying that, he raised his giant sword and slashed at the witch opposite.

Jin Fu Jin Fu, the audience cheers!
Medici's main attack was assisted by Russell, Son of Steam.

Plus the silent realm of the Church of Night.

The witch was so pressed that she couldn't even lift her head.

"Help me, original god!"

With a shrill scream, the witch in desperate situation took out an idol from her robe.

The statue of a god carved from white bones is about the size of a palm. It looks vaguely like a beautiful woman. Her hair is very long, extending to her ankles. The roots are clear and thick like a poisonous snake.At the top of each hair, there is also an eye carved, they are either closed or open, densely packed.

"Chick!" Klein was shocked.

It is said that a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Even if she is the original witch without her godhead, she will definitely not be her opponent when they first meet her.

Fortunately, in this operation, in addition to his family, he also involved the Church of the Night.

outside the field.

The lady with ordinary features, dark eyes, wearing a simple robe, a bark belt, long black hair hanging down, no shoes and socks, and bare feet held out a wooden box.

Sealed item 1-29 'Myth Box'.

Arianna, the leader of the ascetic monks and the 'Servant of the Secret', whispered a few words.

A few wisps of white mist came out from the cracks in the box.

The white mist seemed to possess spiritual intelligence. In the blink of an eye, it completely enveloped the witch who was holding the original idol and intended to defeat her.

Arianna, on the other hand, calmly cut off three fingers and put them into the box, then put the box away safely.

The battle situation is ever-changing.

When Klein saw that Ms. Arianna had already taken action, he backed away with the historical projection he summoned.

After being entangled by the white mist, the unnamed witch unconsciously showed a pensive look on her face, as if she was thinking about something.

At this time, the hidden realm disappears.

Leonard and other Extraordinaries from the Church of Night swarmed over.

correct
Audrey and others from the Church of Fools are also there.

But compared with the Nighthawks who have rich work experience, Miss Justice and the others are inevitably suspected of paddling.

Let’s not mention this for now.

Klein was relieved to have the witch under control.

As a bait, he was actually under a lot of pressure.

Although I am confident of defeating the opponent, if the damage is too serious and affects the normal life of the surrounding residents...

In short, he didn't want to see this.

"Secretly escorted to the prison at the bottom of St. Mussel's Church." Arianna's voice was very soft, but many Extraordinary people in the Church of Evernight did not dare to neglect.

joke.

This is the scheduled next pope!
When Audrey saw it, she gently approached Arianna and said respectfully: "Dear Ms. Arianna, the Witch Cult has penetrated into all levels of Loen with the intention of controlling the next king. Should we next..."

"There is only one way to deal with cultists, noble saint, Miss Audrey." Arianna smiled gently: "That is to send them back to the embrace of silence." (End of Chapter)