A Pirate's Bizarre Adventure

Staring at the giant priest with a kind smile in front of him, Klein did not let down his guard, but quietly made a fortune for himself.

After confirming that he had really returned to the real world, he relaxed slightly and said in a deep voice: "Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life."

"I'm not surprised by this." Bishop Utravsky looked calm, "Because all this is God's arrangement."

Klein remained silent.

Bishop Utravsky invited Klein to the depths of the Harvest Church, saying that he would give him the reward for this mission.

How dare Klein go in?

What if I'm ambushed?

He said calmly: "I can just wait here."

Bishop Utravsky did not force himself and walked away with a bang.

After a while, the giant priest returned to Klein, "Take it, you deserve it."

Klein took a closer look and saw that the other person was holding a mask in his hand, which was as smooth as new and as white as jade.

Bishop Utravsky said: "I don't know its name, I only know its ability. Wearing this mask, you will have the power to change your appearance, height, and even body shape at will.

However, the side effect is that the longer you wear the mask, the easier it is to forget who you are, and the new personality will gradually take over your body, and in the end, your existence will be erased. "

This ability...

Why does it sound so much like a 'faceless man'?

Klein's heart moved.

What followed was trembling and chill from the heart.

In the dark, he vaguely felt a certain line of sight falling on him.

"I..." Klein spoke hoarsely. After hesitating for a long time, he finally did not dare to refuse this 'reward' and could only accept the mask.

"Praise the Mother Goddess." As if he had completed a certain task, Bishop Utravsky made a gesture of holding a baby in his arms.

When Klein saw it, he also nodded four times on his chest, "Praise the goddess."

Leaving Harvest Church.

Klein walked down the street expressionlessly, feeling a little uneasy.

No one except Jon Joestar knew about being promoted to Sequence 7.

And now, under the assignment of the church, he received a suspected Sequence 6 extraordinary item from a believer of Mother Earth, which happened to correspond to his path.

coincide?

No.

It can't be a coincidence.

There are not so many coincidences in the world.

Klein prefers to believe that this is the arrangement of the Goddess of the Night or the Mother Earth.

Take a deep breath.

Ke Ting quietly glanced at the sky.

Um.

The fog was misty, and even the sunlight was orange, not like thunder falling at all.

You shouldn't be able to kill yourself suddenly...right?

With great anxiety, Klein quietly performed divination for himself several times, but he always came to the conclusion that there was no danger, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and return to St. Samuel's Church for the mission.

‘Red Gloves’ Captain Sost didn’t say much and asked Klein to remain on standby and would summon him again if there was a mission.

Klein breathed a sigh of relief.

In any case, it seems that the goddess has no thoughts of imposing divine punishment on him for the time being.

Otherwise, he would never be able to leave the Church of the Night alive.

…

…

"You got an extraordinary item with the characteristics of a 'faceless man'?" Jon touched his smooth chin, "Doesn't this mean that you don't have to buy extraordinary characteristics from me."

For some reason, Klein felt a little bit regretful about the person in front of him.

"How much do you want me to owe you?" the 'Lord of Debt' wailed in his heart.

After gathering himself, he asked in a deep voice, "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean? It means goodwill, support. Of course, there is also a hint of reminder in it. In short, there is no danger." Jon patted Klein on the shoulder, "You kid must never accept this kind of kindness. Forget."

After all, it’s mother’s love——

Klein blinked and quickly tapped his chest four times, "Praise the goddess."

Jon looked like a 'teachable child'.

Then, he stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the mask, and I will take out the extraordinary characteristics inside for you. You can find some supporting materials yourself. When the time is right, you can directly fill the mask with medicine for promotion."

Klein had no doubt that he was there and handed over the 'Nameless Mask'.

Jon took it, with a long-premeditated smile on his lips, "Chenghui, 300 pounds, even with a 92% discount, it still costs 294 pounds."

Klein:? ? ?

Dog thief, wait for me here!

"It only costs 294 pounds, and you won't waste the extraordinary characteristics of this 'faceless man'. I dare say that if you find any 'craftsman' at this price, you will never be able to afford it." Jon seemed to be stating something ordinary. But little things.

Although this is the truth, Klein always feels that he seems to have fallen into a consumption trap of some unscrupulous businessman.

He didn't ask how much debt he had now.

Anyway, it’s an astronomical figure that he can’t afford yet.

In this case...

well.

Just owe it first!

The matter of the 'Nameless Mask' has come to an end.

Jon crossed his legs and talked about the recent rumors that happened in Backlund, "Did you know that there is a serial killer in the city?"

Klein nodded slightly.

Although he is a fake detective, he has also established his own small intelligence network during this time, and with the support of people from the Aurora Society, it can be said that he is very well-informed.

He thought for a while, "This kind of purposeful killing is full of devil worship. Maybe it is the promotion ceremony of some 'criminal' through the Extraordinary."

Having said this, Klein looked at Jon, worry evident in his words.

Jon spread his hands and said, "Don't look at me. I want to act. I will go to a place closer to the abyss. I don't have to kill mortals for fun."

The conversation changed, "The spread of panic will increase the power of certain entities, which is quite detrimental to our plans.

I'm very busy recently.

If possible, I hope you can find out and solve the real culprit behind this serial murder case, and at the same time, officially establish your reputation as the detective 'Sherlock Moriarty', which will be of great benefit to your subsequent roles. "

Klein pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "Leave it to me."

Now that you've decided to do something, you can't just rely on Jon Joestar.

He also has to work hard for it!

Looking at Klein's calm and determined expression, Jon smiled and said, "Speaking of which, the Beyonders of the 'criminal' path are quite dangerous. You might overturn...

Let me introduce you to someone. If necessary, you can ask her to act with you and protect you. "

'she'?

Klein blinked.

"Go to the Brave Bar and find Kaspars, the local gangster, and ask him to take you to the inner private room. Just say that Jon introduced you."

As Jon said, he magically took out a book from his body, "By the way, help me give this to the person in the private room."

Klein took it and subconsciously glanced at the title of the book.

But I saw a few words simply written on the cover - "Spirit in the Mirror"

…

…

Maric stared at Klein with a cold expression, the violence and madness deep in his eyes flashed.

Klein sat upright and handed out the book calmly, "Jon Joestar asked me to do it."

After hearing this, Maric's momentum froze and he took it unnaturally.

He glanced at the title, then placed the novel, which had never been circulated on the market, on the card table in front of him and said coldly: "What do you want?"

"I need an assistant, or a bodyguard." Klein tried not to pay attention to the ghostly-eyed living corpses in the private room. "I plan to investigate the recent serial murder case."

"That's it." Maric said noncommittally.

At this moment, a girl wearing a black palace gauze dress, with pale gold hair, and an expressionless face like a doll floated out of an inconspicuous mirror in the room.

Klein was stunned for a moment.

Then, he realized something.

‘Miss Temperance’?

The helper Jon was talking about was actually the 'Miss Temperance' who just joined the club last week!

Sharon played the role of the 'ghost' as always. She didn't speak, she just summoned the novel in front of Maric and flipped it through a few times.

When she saw a line of small words on the title page, a trace of doubt flashed in the eyes of the mouthless girl.

Klein didn't notice this. He adjusted his mood and said solemnly: "Jon Joestar said you can act with me."

"Yeah." Sharon closed the book and nodded.

After a moment of silence, she added: "I need payment."

No matter the money, we are still good friends.

Klein felt a little toothache.

Why do everyone care about asking for money?

certainly.

He would not know that on the title page of "The Spirit in the Mirror", Jon used some special means to write, "Don't pay attention to me, just ask for remuneration from the people in front of you." ’

"How much do you want?" Klein asked with some lack of confidence.

Sharon thought for a while and said: "500 pounds, and if I can't guarantee my own safety, I will leave at the right time in my own way."

To be fair, is 500 pounds expensive to hire a high-sequence extraordinary person as a bodyguard?

Really inexpensive.

It can even be said to be very cheap.

It was obvious that despite the instruction from someone like Joe, Sharon still chose 'enough is enough' with integrity and bottom line.

Very consistent with the concept of moderation.

Directly across from him, Klein was worried.

First of all, there is no doubt that he is a poor man.

My living expenses basically depend on the church and the Aurora Society, and I can make a lot of money.

So the question is, does he have money?

The answer is, yes.

And there are quite a few.

But the money has been used clearly...

Klein pretended to be calm and said, "I will pay some deposit first, and then I will pay you the balance when the matter is over."

Sharon had no objection, "It's a very reasonable way."

Klein breathed a sigh of relief, "Then, we can set off at any time."

Sharon listened and said calmly: "Do you have any personal belongings on you that are easy to carry and not easy to attract attention, such as mirrors and the like, where I can live and protect your safety."

Klein thought for a moment and took out a shiny silver pocket watch from his breast pocket, "Is this okay?"

Sharon nodded slightly.

Small is a little too small.

But it doesn't matter, I can barely get in.

…

…

The eleventh serial murder case has been committed. In this case, ordinary police are definitely not qualified to intervene, and the official extraordinary people have begun a formal investigation.

Wearing the vest of 'Sherlock Moriarty', Klein easily obtained some detailed information from the various religions of the Aurora Society. He found that the victims were all women, and they were all well-dressed and practitioners in special industries.

Impurity, blasphemy, depravity...

Klein remained calm and came to the place where one of the victims once worked - the 'Golden Rose'.

After paying a few pounds in cash, he successfully had a conversation with the pimp Daxter.

"Tsk, speaking of Lida, that's such a shame."

"Seriously, man, that girl is only sixteen years old and so tender."

"What? Regular customer."

"She just joined the industry not long ago, where did she come from... No, I seem to know..."

Just accept a few more pounds, the old cunning man in the romance field continued.

"There is a man with slicked-back hair who seems to like her very much."

"Although I didn't name him, I think that guy's crotch has long been unbearable. My eyes are very poisonous."

"As for the name, hey, where do I know that? All I know is that he has high cheekbones and a pair of blue-gray eyes."

"Slicked back hair" "High cheekbones" "Blue-grey eyes"

Anyway, some clues have been obtained.

Klein ignored the pulls of the scum and the wandering warblers and walked out of the place where the smell made him deeply uncomfortable.

Coincidentally, as soon as he went out, he happened to meet a group of 'Machine Hearts'.

The ‘Heart of Machinery’ is an extraordinary person of the Mechanical Church, a group of action men who are good at using weapons and extraordinary items.

Klein's heart moved slightly, but his feet kept moving, passing by the group of 'mechanical hearts'.

"I'm going in the right direction..." he thought to himself.

Back at the detective agency, Klein left his pocket watch and coat on the desk and said in a deep voice, "Wait a minute, I have some personal matters."

After saying that, he took the newspaper and went to the bathroom.

No one responded.

On the other side, Klein walked into this reassuring place with a calm expression.

After walking four steps backward, his consciousness came to the top of the gray mist.

He relied on the information he received to start divination.

But what Klein didn't expect was that the invincible divination actually failed this time.

"Twisted fate, clouded perception?" Klein frowned.

But then, he began to leverage the power of the gray mist.

The next second, his vision blurred.

Klein saw a middle-aged man with his hair combed meticulously, wearing a suit and vest, and carrying a suitcase.

The man looked cold, but the malice in his eyes almost turned into reality.

Just by looking at that look, Klein knew that he had found the right person!

"This environment...the sewer? No, it's more like a factory." He murmured to himself.

Click——

Suddenly, the illusion disappeared.

Klein also left the mysterious palace and returned to the real world.

After washing his hands and tidying up his appearance, he had a direction in his mind.

Miss Sharon, who had been waiting for a long time for Sherlock Moriarty to come out, thought boredly: "This extraordinary-looking detective seems to have some problems with his digestive system."

at the same time.

Backlund, South Bridge District, a certain cannery.

Hearing the footsteps, a huge black dog opened its blood-red eyes and excitedly revealed its sharp fangs stained with dark red blood.

And beside it, there is still half a human leg bone that has been chewed clean...