Sia did not respond to Phoenix's words; instead, she turned her head to look at the Prophet Clone and said in an even tone, "Mr. Prophet, who has mastered the higher-level mystical knowledge of the destiny domain, what are your thoughts on this?"
The Prophet Clone lowered his eyes, and a silver-white glow appeared. His eyes suddenly became deep and lost their focus.
Soon, a scene emerged in his mind: it was a huge pirate ship floating on the sea, with a bronze-colored door covered in mysterious patterns, impossible to describe in detail, standing on the deck. Countless undead surged out of it, fighting with the pirates on the ship.
In the ship's cabin, golden liquid flowed everywhere, like melted gold. They seemed alive, wailing and struggling.
The scene quickly flipped, becoming extremely blurry, only showing a female figure crawling out of the bronze door.
The Prophet Clone's eyes quickly cleared. He frowned slightly, the last scene he saw leaving him somewhat puzzled.
He looked up at Phoenix and Sia, who were staring at him, and mused, "No problem. After midnight, there shouldn't be any Sleepless pirates who like to stay up late."
"It's best to go and come back quickly. Once my aura is exposed, it's likely to attract the attention and attacks of the Storm Church."
Sia changed her lazy posture and looked at the Prophet Clone with great curiosity, asking, "I'm a bit curious, could the person who stole the Cathedral of Waves with that Amon be you?"
"You know Amon?" the Prophet Clone asked back curiously.
"Heh, this isn't a secret. The Knowledge Church has recorded almost all the information in this world; it's just that due to confidentiality levels, most church members don't fully know it..." Sia said with a light laugh, shaking the wine glass in her hand, which had little wine left.
"Gentlemen, do you mind if I join your discussion?"
A loud voice rang out, and a figure with a slight smile directly broke through the invisible barrier Sia had created.
"We do..." Phoenix replied coldly, glaring at the sudden intruder with ill intent.
The Prophet Clone turned his head to look at the other party—it was the guy he had clinked glasses with from afar earlier. After a second of thought, he chuckled and said, "May I know your name, Mr. Hunter?"
"How do you know I'm a Hunter? Because of my hair color?"
The man in hunting attire opposite him raised his brownish eyebrow slightly, asking back with great curiosity.
"You possess the temperament of a mature Hunter..." the Prophet Clone responded with a light chuckle.
"The temperament of a mature Hunter?" The man opposite him showed his confusion.
"Hunters who have passed the Provoker stage always become prone to being beaten."
The man in front of him seemed not to have expected such a response. He paused for a moment before reacting, chuckling as if he had encountered something amusing, "You seem to know a lot about Hunters."
"My name is Albus Medici, and I'm currently adventuring at sea."
"Medici… Were you living in Bansy before?"
The Prophet Clone sighed and then asked curiously.
Albus Medici's eyes flickered, and he showed a curious expression, saying, "Why do you ask that? But I was indeed born in Bansy."
"Are you always this honest when talking to people? Not at all like a schemer..." the Prophet Clone said with a sigh. Albus's spiritual energy was contained, and he could not accurately determine his Sequence, only making a guess based on a Prophet's intuition.
"There's no point in lying in front of a Beyonder who can easily see through lies. Being honest makes me seem more sincere, doesn't it?"
Albus Medici spoke eloquently, not refuting the accusation that he was a schemer.
Looking at this descendant of the Medici family, the Prophet Clone felt his inspiration stir. He mused, "In Bansy Harbor, is the God of Weather that your Medici family believes in also a family member? Or a living characteristic?"
"Hmm? Why do you think he's a living characteristic?"
Albus was stunned, seemingly not expecting the other party to know so much about the Medici family and ask so directly.
"Just asking..." the Prophet Clone replied casually, then turned his head to look at Phoenix and Sia, chuckling, "I'm going for a walk outside. Just let me know when you're ready."
With that, he got up and left the tavern.
Albus reached out and touched his slightly singed eyebrows, then curled his lips and followed him out.
When he walked out of the tavern, he could no longer see the Prophet Clone's figure. He pouted somewhat helplessly and sighed, "I thought the person Ancestor wanted me to find would be a lot of trouble. I didn't expect to run into him as soon as I arrived at Dalinius Island."
"Although he didn't show any oppressive force, my Hunter's intuition kept telling me that this isn't an object to be hunted."
After muttering a few words, he quickly walked away in a random direction.
A moment later, a pale purple, cold and indifferent eye subtly appeared on the gas lamp post opposite the tavern. Its color quickly faded, as if being continuously erased by an eraser.
Around 3 AM, the Prophet Clone, accompanied by a Nature Spirits, moved through the docks. The docks here were not large, and he quickly met up with Phoenix and Sia near the bell tower.
A chilling white bone arm emerged from the ground, followed by a skull with eerie green flames, and then the entire body…
A giant white bone skeleton crawled out from beneath the ground. When it stood upright, it was roughly the height of a three-story building.
The Prophet Clone calmly scanned the giant skeleton that had emerged from the ground. It had strength close to Sequence Five, likely from the Giant pathway.
Then he saw the skeleton, at Phoenix's signal, grab his shoulder with one hand and Sia with the other. Their figures quickly lost color, becoming transparent, and then entered the spirit world.
Blue and white radiance swirled in the Prophet Clone's eyes. He simulated the Beyonder ability of an Constellations Master, allowing his body to decompose into points of surging, brilliant starlight, which surged like a tide into the spirit world.
In the richly colored and exaggerated spirit world, the Prophet Clone's figure condensed from the scattered starlight. A silver-white glow appeared in his eyes, but it quickly returned to clarity.
He turned his head to look at the giant skeleton supporting Sia and Phoenix, chuckling, "This way."
As soon as he finished speaking, solid azure starlight appeared around him, enveloping his figure and rapidly darting forward.
In a sea area near the Berserk Sea, a huge, ancient-looking, dark-colored three-masted ship, as if long soaked in seawater, was anchored. On its raised sails, a distorted, tentacled giant sea monster pattern was painted—this was the Deep Sea Admiral's flagship, the Newins!
Under the crimson moonlight, a huge shadow could vaguely be seen moving back and forth beneath the sea surface, like a giant sea monster lurking and waiting for an opportunity.
The next moment, a faint spiritual fluctuation appeared at the bow of the ship. Points of brilliant starlight surged out of the spirit world, re-condensing into the Prophet Clone's figure.
As soon as his figure appeared, he immediately pulled out a scroll made of grayish-brown fur from his pocket and softly chanted a Dragonese word: "Concealment!"
As the scroll in his hand was activated, a peaceful and tranquil night silently enveloped the pirate ship.
The crimson moonlight in the sky seemed to dim for a moment, and the wailing sound of the sea wind also suddenly quieted down.
The next moment, two huge white bone arms suddenly reached out from the void behind him. After placing Phoenix and Sia on the deck, the huge white bone arms did not retract but directly moved their entire bodies out of the spirit world.