A Pirate's Bizarre Adventure

Klein was just like returning to his own home.

After entering the study room, he collapsed on the sofa.

“Comfortable~”

Jon smiled half-heartedly, "As expected of your Majesty, Klein Moretti, who outsmarted Zaratul and won the Extraordinary Characteristics. This magnanimity is truly extraordinary."

Klein listened and sat up a little straighter.

He stared at Jon.

Staring at that handsome, very hateful face, he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

"What did you say?" Jon asked back: "You came back with all your beard and tail, what else can I say?"

Klein suddenly stood up: "Tell us about Antigonus and the mysterious consciousness in him that calls himself the 'Lord of Mysteries'!"

"Oh——" Jon pretended to be surprised.

The conversation changed: "This, ask the goddess of the night about this, she promises to know everything and tell you everything."

Klein: ...

joke.

Question the goddess of the night.

How could he be so bold?

With a sigh of relief in his heart, Ake sat down obediently, resumed his previous posture, and said helplessly: "I have finally understood. I am just a chess piece in your hands. I can't point eastward or westward."

"Be lucky, at least you were chosen as a chess piece." Jon spread his hands: "How many people are vying for it, but they still don't get this qualification."

emmmm

That's true.

Klein thought of Amon, who had to jump across paths, and little Zaratul, who had been trapped in the Honakis Mountains for countless years.

So, you are considered lucky?

Klein, whose mind couldn't turn around for a while, easily fell into Qiao's PUA trap.

No one spoke anymore, and the room suddenly became quiet.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Then the door opened, and a middle-aged man with bronzed skin and a smile walked in: "I heard that Klein is back."

"Mr. Azik!" Klein was extremely surprised.

He stood up and shook hands with Azik: "I'm so happy to see that everything is going well with you."

What is the deep love between father and son?

This is the deep love between father and son.

Jon felt that the Church of War's tradition of "recognizing godfathers" could be applied to the two people over there...

"How was the trip?" Azik smiled.

In just one moment, he had more smiles on his face than he had in the past three days.

Klein sighed: "I had to die once, but fortunately I gained a lot."

Hearing this, Azik's eyes flashed with distress.

Poor cub~

Suppressing the unreasonable thoughts, he said with relief: "Sequence disputes are like this. Sometimes, you have to put yourself to death to survive."

Klein nodded.

Of course he understands this.

From the moment you practice the sequence of God, there is no so-called ‘freedom’.

Not only do you have to fight against the madness caused by potions all the time.

We must also be wary of the hidden evil intentions of Extraordinaries of the same or adjacent sequences.

However, Klein has no regrets.

On the contrary, my heart became more determined.

Azik wanted to say something.

Meet Klein's eyes that are as calm as water, as calm as an ancient well.

He knew there was no need to be more verbose.

‘Cline Moretti’

The young man in front of me is no longer the weak student from Tingen City who wrote to ask for help.

He is a saint.

They are otherworldly divine beings!

"Sorry to disturb you." Suddenly, Jon interrupted: "If you want to chat, why not chat while eating?"

Klein had no objection.

Feng Dian slept in the open for so many days.

He had long forgotten what Backlund's delicacies tasted like.

Ahem...

certainly.

He had rarely stepped into high-consumption places before.

Thinking of this, Klein asked: "Where to eat, Farnast?"

Backlund may have a better restaurant than 'Fanast'.

However, there are always some things that have special meaning.

"Okay, Fanast is Fanast." Jon waved his hand, "I'll take care of you today, and I'll cover all the expenses."

He winked and said, "It doesn't matter if you want some other entertainment later."

Klein frowned: "Who do you think I am?"

He stared at Jon and said decisively: "No need to say more, just give me the entertainment fee and discount it!"

Um.

A very Qiongshen style answer.

…

Full of wine and food.

Klein said goodbye to Jon and Mr. Azik, and returned to his apartment with a beautiful lunch box.

The night is not too deep.

Neither Benson nor Melissa slept.

They were extremely happy to see Klein.

"This business trip has been quite long."

"Yeah, I'm exhausted from being outside."

The care of your family is like a gentle rain, refreshing your heart.

Most of Klein's mental fatigue dissipated instantly.

He smiled and handed the lunch box to his sister.

Then he sat down and talked to his elder brother: "There is no way, some things have to be faced."

Benson sighed softly after hearing this.

After becoming extraordinary, his and Melissa's vision has gone beyond the category of 'ordinary people' in the literal sense.

Of course, Klein's previous remarks could not be concealed from them.

"Klein, our life is good enough now." Benson lowered his voice and deliberately avoided Melissa: "Honestly, sometimes I feel like I'm dreaming... If all this must involve you in risks , I would rather go back to the low-rent housing in Tingen."

He said with great sincerity: "Being poor is nothing. What is important is that our family is healthy and healthy."

Klein was silent.

With his perception, he didn't know that every word Benson said came from the bottom of his heart.

only……

"It is precisely because I want to protect you like you that I must move forward and master the power of God step by step." Klein smiled bitterly.

But he pretended to be understated: "Don't worry, what can I do? It's just that the work is getting more and more complicated. It's really okay, don't worry about it."

Klein's acting skills are actor-level.

Benson was doubtful.

Seeing this, Klein deliberately changed the subject: "Stop talking about me. What about you, Benson, how are you?"

Benson blinked.

Melissa, who was about to speak and had finished handling the lunch box, walked into the living room with a smile and joked: "Benson is doing well. He even got a girlfriend recently."

ah?

Just a casual mention.

Unexpectedly, it was really rewarding.

Klein suddenly became interested and quickly asked: "Who is it? Do I know him?"

Melissa walked up to Benson and patted her eldest brother on the shoulder: "Speaking of it, it really looks like the plot described in the novel. An enthusiastic, righteous, mature and steady young man accidentally rescued a young man from a gangster. The poor flower girl."

Klein:? ? ?

Okay, bro.

I didn’t realize you still had this ability!

Benson blushed: "I just... I just don't like seeing people bullying others, so I want to scare them with my work permit. Who would have thought..."

This is the power of a large organization!

Klein couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

Melissa added: "That girl lives in the East District and is a top student in a women's night school. She usually raises and sells flowers to supplement her livelihood. In her spare time, she is also preparing for the civil service exam."

Hearing this, Klein couldn't help but nod: "She is truly an independent and self-reliant woman."

He looked at Benson: "I support you."

Family background is not important.

The Moretti family has only been out of poverty for a few years, and they are already engaging in door-to-door dealings?

As long as you have good character.

but……

Klein secretly had an idea.

Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the eventuality.

In short, we have to wait and see for a while before talking about this matter.

The three siblings hadn't seen each other for a long time, and they felt like they had endless things to talk about.

In the end, Melissa felt sleepy for a while, and Benson said he would have to go to work tomorrow, so they each returned to their rooms.

Klein took a good shower.

Sit on the bed in clean pajamas scented with moonflowers.

With a thought, a spiritual citrine bracelet hung from his wrist.

This bracelet was bought from the Soothsayer Club in Tingen City. After following him for so many years, it has been contaminated by the power of gray mist. If he really becomes a god in the future, if this thing is put into the church, it will definitely become a first-level sealed item.

"Rena is in danger, Reina is in danger, Reina is in danger..."

It’s all sequence 3.

He also has a Source Castle that can be called a fortune teller's plug-in.

It can be said that as long as it is not an existence like the King of Angels.

The results of Klein's divination are almost unmistakable.

Recite silently three times.

Citrine bracelet rotates counterclockwise.

Shun means affirmation.

The reverse represents negation.

This means that Nina, the flower girl, is not in danger.

Klein felt relieved and secretly complained that he was a little too neurotic.

Benson also has his own life.

Not everyone approaches ‘Moretti’ with bad intentions.

Melissa will also talk about love in the future.

Will he have to make divination again then?

Klein scratched his brow.

That's really the case.

He must still be unable to bear it...

"Sleep, I have to go to Dr. Frank's tomorrow to see new weapons." After muttering to himself, Klein lay down.

He really doesn't need to sleep or eat to maintain his physiological functions now.

But do you understand human nature?

This is to ensure the stability of human nature.

With the blessing of the night, Klein fell into a deep sleep.

But this time.

He was dreaming.

In the dream, Benson was half-kneeling in front of him, dripping with blood. He raised his head, revealing his empty eyes, and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

Melissa's body lay on the other side, covered in venomous snakes.

Klein looked solemn.

In the dream, he had absolutely clear consciousness.

"Spiritual warning..."

Klein subconsciously clenched his fists.

Gently knock your teeth.

He opened his eyes.

He turned over and sat up and started another divination.

After asking a certain question and the citrine rotated clockwise, his face became extremely ugly.

"Haha, it's hidden deep enough. If I hadn't become an ancient scholar this time, I might have been concealed."

A sneer curled up at the corner of Klein's mouth.

I wanted to stay at home for a few days, but someone didn't want to.

In this case……

Ah.

Then let the blood flow like a river.

…

Early the next morning.

Klein specially made breakfast for Benson and Melissa.

This made Melissa complain a lot, saying that her only role as a woman in the family was about to disappear.

Klein just smiled and placed the bread, milk, sausages and coffee one by one.

The Moretti family did not have the rule of 'no words during eating and no words at bedtime', and besides, Benson and Melissa would not be wary of Klein at all. In just a few words, he got the information he wanted.

After breakfast.

Go to school when you need to go to school, go to work when you need to go to work.

Klein took care of the aftermath, picked out a suit of clothes that fit well and went out.

Turning a certain street corner, the gentle Klein Moretti disappeared, replaced by a legendary mercenary with two long swords and flowing white hair.

"Then the hunt begins."

He licked his lips.

Walking towards the East District amidst countless surprised eyes.

Backlund East District is a veritable civilian area.

Although with the rise of the Church of Fools, the living standards of the residents here have barely left the poverty line.

But what is undisputed is that compared with the aristocratic gentlemen in Queens, the people of the East End are still a hundred million points behind.

"Sir, are you from out of town?"

"I'm the cleverest guide in the land, and I can take you anywhere you want for just three pennies."

"Don't listen to him, I only need two pennies..."

"It's you again, stealing my business every day!"

Not everyone has the right to go to school.

Klein felt a little unbearable as he stared at the four or five-year-old children who looked like philistines and fought for a few pennies.

"I heard that Miss Justice is already preparing for a primary school to popularize preschool and primary school education in the name of the church. I don't know how long it will take to get on the right track." With a slight sigh, Klein pretended to be cold and sprinkled a lot of change, attracting the attention of the little ones. The children went crazy for a while.

He said in a deep voice: "Go buy some black bread, little cubs, I'm in a good mood today."

The children were so happy that they ran away as fast as they picked up the money.

There was only one child in patched clothes standing there, not moving.

Klein saw it and didn't say much.

The child stepped forward timidly: "Sir, if there is anything I can do to help you, please feel free to ask."

"You don't pick up the money because you want to make a big profit?" Klein asked with a half-smile.

"Of course." The little boy plucked up the courage: "I know you are a kind-hearted gentleman, so I will definitely not do anything to deny you."

"Ha, there are always some ignorant idiots who think they can see through people's hearts." Klein smiled disdainfully, and with lightning speed, he drew his sword and cut open the button on the little boy's collar.

The little boy was immediately frightened, his legs went limp and he sat on the ground.

Klein shook his head: "Go home. A brat like you, killing you is a waste of time."

"I..." The little boy's face turned pale, but he still said bravely: "I can help you..."

Now, Klein was really surprised.

So brave.

The positions were reversed. At his current age, he might not be able to speak under the threat of the sword.

good.

have a future.

"The bones are pretty strong? Haha, very good." Klein took out a few silver coins from his pocket and threw them casually at his feet: "Take me to No. 39 Pingsi Road, 'Fan Wen's Mom's Bakery', these are yours That’s it.”

"Thank you, thank you." The little boy didn't care about anything else.

First, I thanked him properly, and then I hurriedly picked up the silver coins.

Klein was pretending to be quite happy.

but.

I saw my money leaving me little by little.

He couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

Damn Witch Cult.

This account will be recorded on you!

You have to pay it back sooner or later!

Thinking of this, Klein's cold aura became stronger and stronger.

The little boy trembled slightly with fright.

He swallowed and forced his courage to bow: "Little John is pleased to serve you, sir." (End of Chapter)