Another Angel! But why are these blood-red eyes so similar to Miss Messenger's? The pressure from the life-form level made Klein's face twitch. He quickly suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his mind and bowed respectfully.
He had already met several such prominent figures recently, who stood at the pinnacle of the real world, comparable only to Popes, Pontiffs, chief Shepherds, and some legendary ascetics in the major Churches. He couldn't help but inwardly groan.
Fortunately, the blood-eyed Angel opposite him didn't make any other drastic moves. Coupled with the disappearance of his close acquaintances, Aaron and Azik, a very insecure Klein rationally chose to keep quiet. He used this interval to familiarize himself with his newly acquired Marionette, "Admiral Hell" Ludwell.
Through the Marionette's perspective, Klein belatedly realized that his Faceless disguise had been broken after directly facing the Artificial Death in that black mist world and suffering mental pollution. At this moment, he had already reverted to his original appearance from Tingen City.
His expression momentarily dazed, Klein silently lowered his head, lightly brushed his face, and once again transformed into the cold Gehrman Sparrow.
He didn't pay much attention to his previous unintentional action. If it had been Sherlock Moriarty who was exposed, he might have needed to worry if anyone had seen the Loen wanted poster and thus suspected his identity.
But a Nighthawk who had died long ago, and was even unknown, just like Welch and Naya who died because of the Antigonus family's notebook, no one would remember him except their relatives.
With complex emotions, Klein's spirituality subtly stirred. He subconsciously looked in a certain direction, only to see a figure whose entire face was obscured by a hood standing behind the red-eyed Angel.
It wasn't until Klein averted his gaze that Dunn slowly raised his head. Within the profound gray eyes beneath his hood, indescribable emotions flickered. His lips trembled, and after a long while, he silently murmured to himself, "Klein Moretti..."
Klein, who had resumed his cross-legged sitting position, hadn't realized he had been exposed. He closed his eyes to sense the digestion of the Marionettist potion, while also pondering the information he had heard in that black mist world.
Just as his thoughts began to wander, Klein suddenly opened his eyes and rolled to the side.
His original position was replaced by a dilapidated sailboat, predominantly dark and emitting a sickly green glow. Amidst the dull thud of a heavy object landing, the pale main sail gently trembled, like a blooming, pitch-black tulip.
Ludwell's flagship, the "Ghost Ship" Black Tulip!
Klein, who was nearly hit, twitched his face. He looked at Aaron, who was standing on the dilapidated deck, resisting the urge to roll his eyes, and asked with some concern:
"Your Grace, how is Mr. Azik doing now?"
Aaron glanced at Dunn, who was completely enveloped in a black robe not far away, and Klein, who seemed oblivious. He clicked his tongue and directly jumped off the dilapidated ghost ship, responding playfully:
"I'm helping Him repair His incomplete soul, but it will take some time."
Before Klein could sigh in relief, Aaron's eyes slightly shifted. He pointed to the dilapidated ghost ship behind him, not intentionally lowering his voice, allowing both Klein and Dunn, who was not far away, to hear clearly:
"I have already understood the full story of this incident. It can be confirmed that it was the evil spirit possessing Ince Zangwill who did this with the help of 0-08."
"Ludwell is already your Marionette. You can control him to continue piloting this ghost ship, but the corresponding price will be to completely enter Ince Zangwill's sight. However, you can also use this to find his whereabouts."
Evil spirit... Klein's expression changed, then, as if he thought of something, he coughed lightly and whispered:
"Are you planning to give me this ghost ship?"
As expected of the God of Poverty... Aaron looked at Klein, somewhat speechless, and chuckled:
"If you want it, I can give it to you."
Seeing the half-smile expression, Klein awkwardly waved his hand. Although the ghost ship was precious, the gifts of fate always came with a hidden price. He had only been joking earlier and hadn't expected His Grace to agree so readily.
Glancing at the now subdued Klein, Aaron thought for a moment and added:
"Ince Zangwill's matter can be set aside for now. After causing such a big mess, he will lie low for a while."
"After leaving here, first take this ghost ship to the Sonia Sea. Frank will be waiting for you there. He wants to land on the Evernight Plains via the North Sea to find some experimental materials."
Frank? Klein was stunned for a moment. The burly, mad Biologist from the Council of Entropy quickly came to mind. His face twitched slightly, and he vaguely guessed why the Admiral of Stars was unwilling to bring that guy to the Evernight Plains.
Without giving Klein a chance to refuse, Aaron slightly raised his hand and directly threw him, along with the ghost ship behind him, out of the Abyss of Ferrying. He smiled lightly and gave a final reminder:
"I left something in this ghost ship, but you must remember, to take revenge on a Demigod who wields a Grade '0' Sealed Artifact, the most important thing is your own level and strength. Otherwise, even with other means, you won't have the opportunity to use them."
Alvin Gallows's figure silently appeared, his scarlet eyes looking at Klein's original position. As an Ancient Bane closely related to the Spirit World, He vaguely sensed the specialness about Klein.
It wasn't until He felt Aaron's gaze fall upon Him that He retracted His gaze and spoke in a deep voice:
"These Demigods sent by the Artificial Death have already signed a contract with the 'Gate of Rebirth,' agreeing to abandon the darkness and serve us."
Nodding with satisfaction, Aaron looked at the Numinous Episcopate Demigods behind Alvin Gallows, who were all injured to varying degrees and clearly forced into submission, and spoke with authority:
"Haiter is dead, but the Death Consul of the Fourth Epoch has returned. I will support Him in rebuilding the Balam Kingdom in the Southern Continent. I believe this should also be what you desire to see."
.....
Presenting facts and evidence, using both carrots and sticks, even with the control of the Gate of Rebirth, Aaron still intended to pacify these Demigods who had experienced sudden great changes with a common goal.
This was not only because war was imminent and required accumulating more Demigod combat power to form an overwhelming advantage in local battlefields, but also because more Beyonders would be needed after the war ended.
If He harvested these Demigods, even if He obtained the corresponding Beyonder Characteristics, He would not be able to cultivate Beyonders of the same level and experience in a short period.
After all, both digesting potions and accumulating knowledge require sufficient time.
Nodding towards Alvin Gallows, and waiting for Him to take these Demigods away, Aaron then looked at Dunn Smith, who had been silent all this time. The constantly fluctuating emotional colors on his Spirit Body were enough to show the turmoil within the former Nighthawk.