A Pirate's Bizarre Adventure

The current situation is turbulent and rogues are prone to appear.

Along the way, Klein saw a lot.

He complained in his heart, but did not show any flaws on his face. Instead, he took this opportunity to talk, "Sir, do you know someone named Giselle?"

"He is my husband and a loyal believer in the Church of God of War. We got separated in the last town...but he said he would go all the way east to Port Cesar."

"Port Cesar? Hey, I heard that place is not safe now."

"Let me tell you some secret information. The crazy adventurer White Wolfe is suspected of being active there. The guy went crazy but refused to recognize any relatives and killed everyone. If a helpless woman like you met, It’s probably going to be torn into pieces.”

Sheriff Mazi looked back and forth at Klein with lewd eyes, and couldn't help but swallow.

Not to mention a living woman, even a hundred kilograms of pork would make her angry.

The empire is on the verge of collapse, and the government has long been unable to pay wages.

It had been a long time since the pock-marked Sheriff had tried to save the souls of those women who had fallen off their feet, and he had long since suppressed the evil fire in his body.

It happened that people in this small town looked down and didn't look up, so it was hard for him to act rashly.

Now, here comes a woman who has separated from her husband. She doesn’t look like a rich person in her dress. She is probably a commoner who wants to flee overseas. This kind of honest and humble person has no power and power. It’s best to handle it. .

Klein was speechless.

If he had known earlier, he would have deliberately weakened some of the traces of the 'White Wolf' activities...

no way.

I don’t know if he was cursed by someone. After being promoted to a mid-level extraordinary person, he was even more in need of money than before.

Jon's whereabouts are unknown, and there is no place to borrow money even if he wanted to.

(Saint Audrey wants to fund the construction of the Church of the Fool, and money is very tight)

He didn't want to trouble Mr. Azik or Ms. Bernadette for this trivial matter, so he had to find a way to earn the reward himself.

So - the crazy adventurer in the original destiny path became the 'white wolf' who was good at wielding two swords.

The war between the Loen Kingdom and the Feysac Empire also provided free soil for mercenaries. Based on the principle of no gain, no gain, Klein accepted a large number of missions, hunting Feysac officers, bishops of the God of War Church, and Pirates who took advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble.

As the wealth in his pocket gradually increased, the notoriety of the 'White Wolf' also spread.

Both Loen's side and Feysac's side knew that there was a warrior with gray hair and two swords on his back. He could do anything as long as he was given money. He could sneak into assassinations and investigate intelligence with a 100% success rate, which made him a professional counterpart.

The reason why Wilster Dale came to find the White Wolf was because he heard that he would do anything as long as he had money. He wanted to give it a try and wanted to issue a mission.

I just didn’t expect that the story of waiting for something to happen would actually happen to me. Unfortunately, the 'white wolf' is the woodcutter, and he himself becomes a rabbit...

Seeing Klein, he said nothing.

The Sheriff's face became solemn and he said deliberately: "You look evasive, not like a good person, tell me! Are you a spy sent by Loen?"

In a sense, that’s true——

Klein deliberately pretended to be flustered, "Sir, I'm not a spy. I'm really not. I'm just looking for my husband. He... he may be in the Church of the God of War here. Take me there and I will prove it!"

"You're just talking nonsense, you still want to go to the Church of the God of War? Huh, come back to the police station with me first! Explain your identity properly!"

The Sheriff obviously didn't want to cause trouble and wanted to put the meat into his bowl first before talking about anything else.

To put it another way, what if the poor guy named Giselle who lost his wife was really a believer in the Church of the God of War?

The bishops wearing heavy armor and carrying large swords are now busy fighting the invading pagans such as the Church of Night and the Church of Storms. They have no time to care about the life and death of an ordinary believer.

Seeing the other party's behavior, Klein also gave up his plan to talk.

If it weren't for the fear of exposing his whereabouts and attracting unnecessary people...

Thinking of this, the usually honest Klein's eyes suddenly flashed fiercely. In the slightly stunned eyes of the other party, he walked around behind the lust-obsessed Sheriff like a ghost, put his hands around the other party's waist, and jerked his lower body. Use your strength and perform a standard bridge throw.

boom--

Who says fortune tellers can't fight in close combat.

Making the other party lose consciousness, he quickly dodged into the alley next to him.

Thirty seconds passed, and an honest-looking farm man swayed out.

One person is all living beings.

Like a drop of water flowing into the ocean, Klein quietly blended into the town without alerting anyone.

However, what Klein didn't know was that just a few minutes after he left, another red-haired sheriff walked over with his hands in his pockets.

Looking at his unconscious colleague lying on the ground, the red-haired Sheriff chuckled softly and subconsciously pinched his right eye socket, "That's so rude. How can we, the Gou San family, handle the problem in this way?" ?”

Don't ask, asking is simply stealing too many of Klein's ideas, leading to a certain degree of change in language style and behavior.

Amon sniffed gently with his nose, as if to confirm something.

But he didn't catch up immediately. Instead, he walked into the alley where Klein had used to transform and change clothes, and took out a square object from his pocket very naturally.

——A communication device called a mobile phone.

For some unknown reason, this extraordinary item, which was specially used to contact an unnamed starry sky evil god, actually restored its proper function.

When you light up the screen, you can see two very conspicuous ‘phone’ and ‘text message’ icons.

Amon scanned the contacts.

Names such as 'Night Goddess' and 'Storm Lord' passed by. Finally, he made a call to a being who was labeled "Paranoid."

The call was answered quickly.

In other words, making phone calls is just part of the occult ritual, and its core essence is telepathy...

"Hello, I have found the little guy. Although he thinks he is hiding well, unfortunately, I am a master of hide and seek. No one can escape under my nose."

Adam's voice was the same as ever.

He spoke in a tone without any emotion: "If you want to do it, do it now. If you lose this opportunity, you may never get the "thing" you want again. "

"I know, I know..." Amon pinched his eyes and complained: "Our kid is really lucky. There are always different people protecting him."

"This is an early investment, part of the deal." Adam still said indifferently, "The Goddess of Night and the Lord of Storms gave him something, and they will definitely take something back later."

"What about you? If I succeed, what do you want from me?" Amon asked curiously.

But Adam did not answer, but broke the connection between the two.

"It's boring, that's why I don't like talking to you." Amon muttered to himself and put the phone back into his pocket.

Turn around.

Somehow a face came to his mind.

"After all, that guy hasn't appeared again for a while. Are you tired of playing?" Amon couldn't help but wonder.

But whenever I think about this, there is no definite answer.

As time passed, he became too lazy to think deeply.

the other side.

Out of caution, Klein changed his face and costume several times and finally finished his meal.

While he was sitting on a chair enjoying the specialty coffee of Fusac Empire, a woman dressed in Intis style sat opposite him.

Klein was stunned for a moment, and he felt extremely vigilant in his heart. But he still asked calmly: "This beautiful lady, do we know each other?"

The woman has a pair of golden eyes that make people sink into them involuntarily when looking at them. She chuckled and said, "You don't know me, but I know you."

She stretched and said, "The situation is urgent, so I'll keep it short. Klein Moretti, you've been targeted. I can't say his name, but you must know who I'm talking about. "

Can't say his name...

Amon!

Klein, who had suffered several big losses at the hands of naughty children, suddenly stood on end.

But?

If Amon was already nearby, why didn't his 'Anti-Mongolia Medal' (specially made by Jon) not ring?

The woman whispered: "Someone asked me to give you a message, 'Don't always look at your enemy with the same old eyes. As you become stronger, he will also become stronger'."

"Who!" Klein wanted to ask, "Who sent you here?"

"My sincere regards, Mr. Jon."

After saying that, the woman stood up, shook her braid and walked away gradually.

Only then did Klein suddenly react.

‘Mr Jon’?

"Wait!" There were too many questions in his mind that he wanted to ask clearly.

The woman turned back, "Sorry Mr. Klein, I'm just a messenger and can't answer too many of your questions."

Klein was speechless.

Facing those golden eyes, he suddenly didn't know how to speak.

"At least..." After thinking for a moment, Klein gritted his teeth and said, "At least tell me your name."

"A name?" The woman pointed her index finger at the side of her face, as if thinking, "Although I haven't mentioned it for some time, I once had such a name... You can call me Makima."

"Makima?" Klein felt something sounded familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

And just as he was thinking about it, Machima disappeared without a trace like a phantom mist.

Klein took a long breath.

Although Machima was already trying his best to restrain himself, the spiritual warning was still warning him that the opponent was definitely a high-sequence powerhouse.

Either Sequence 2, or Sequence 1!

"As expected of Jon Joestar, he has disappeared for such a long time and yet he casually found an angel on earth as his favored one..." The corner of Klein's mouth raised slightly, "This should also mean that he has succeeded. Alright."

‘Devil’ Path Sequence 0, Abyss, a true god!

And Klein knows more. For example, the uniqueness of the 'prisoner' is also in Jon's hands.

maybe……

"No, no, no, now is not the time to think about this. You have to run away!" Shaking his head and getting rid of all the messy thoughts in his mind, Klein casually dropped a few bills on the table and took out the black iron cross. Quite strangely, it turned into a pool of black liquid and melted into the shadow beneath him.

"Run away?" Sensing something keenly, Amon had an incredible look on his face.

He was like air, ignored by everyone, and walked straight to the table where Klein had dined.

This feeling made Amon quite unhappy.

He pinched the right eye socket and directly stole the memories of those around him.

Then……

He saw Klein with a different face, and the woman with braids and golden pupils.

"Huh?" Amon tried hard to recall all the memories about women in his mind, but unfortunately, he couldn't remember anything.

In other words... this was the first time he saw this woman today.

"What a strong breath of the abyss." Amon was extremely confused.

Serial war does not rely on fighting and killing, but relies on human relations (fake).

Although, he, Amon, was also an old monster who had survived from ancient times, and he was very sure that he did not know the woman given to Klein Moretti.

But angels on earth are not cabbages. When did such a character appear in the ‘criminal’ path?

Amon was puzzled.

There were two paths before him now.

Either catch up with Klein and take the opportunity to seize Origin Castle;

Or follow that mysterious woman.

No need to think about this problem...

The most important thing for Lezi people is of course to solve the doubts in their hearts.

After making up his mind, Amon's figure faded little by little.

Klein narrowly escaped death.

Congratulations, congratulations.

…

…

Backlund, Jon Manor.

"It's such a pleasure to see you."

"I'm very happy to see you too, Mr. Azik."

"Since you appear here, does it mean..."

"Haha, that's right."

"Then I have to use the honorific title for you, the great Jon Joestar... Your Majesty."

"Does it have to be like this? You know, the previous title makes me happier."

In the living room, Jon and Azik sat opposite each other.

No one knows when Jon returned to Backlund.

Even Azik doesn't know.

He only knew that after breakfast that day, the real owner of the manor appeared on the sofa in the living room as if he had never left. The other party was holding a newspaper and sweet ice tea, looking relaxed, like an ordinary person without extraordinary abilities, enjoying a leisurely life.

"During the time you left, the church has developed quite smoothly. Both Miss Audrey and that interesting Mr. Vampire have shown full enthusiasm."

"It is worth mentioning that in Backlund, the number of lower-class people and students who believe in "The Fool" even exceeds the number of the Night Goddess. "

"This should be related to the miracles performed during the air raid."

Mr. Azik spoke of Backlund's recent changes in a calm tone.

Jon listened silently, nodding from time to time.

When the hands of the clock pointed to 'three', he stood up and said to Azik: "Let's talk about other things when I come back. Now, I'm going to a 'banquet' that I haven't been to for a long time."