In the center of the somewhat desolate isolated island, Frank unconcernedly rose from the ground, brushed off the fallen leaves, wiped the mud stained with his secret recipe wolf fish into his mouth, chewed carefully for a while, and muttered to himself in a low voice:
"Alas, such a delicious treat, and it can even accelerate spiritual recovery, yet the Captain doesn't know how to appreciate it…"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly had an inspiration and his gaze turned to the shadow under the bushes to the side.
There, darkness distorted, and a figure emerged, a tall and pale figure.
It was the First Mate of the "Future," "Bloodless" Heath Doyle.
His cheek skin was almost transparent, his nose bridge was disproportionately high, and his whole person had a sickly feeling; he carefully placed a pile of bottles and jars on the ground, then quickly moved away, as if what was inside was something extremely dangerous.
Frank was already accustomed to this and, with great enthusiasm, picked up a wolf fish that had spilled onto the ground and handed it over with great anticipation:
"Heath, come and try my latest cultivated and improved wolf fish! I want to see what reaction the Rose Bishop will have after eating it?"
Quietly retreating a few more steps, Heath Doyle coughed lightly and, with a hoarse voice, changed the subject:
"The Captain approved the vacation you requested last week, but she doesn't want to see you on the Future for a while," saying this, the Rose Bishop pointed to the pile of bottles and jars on the ground and added:
"That also includes your strange things… As for the mud in your room, I'll have someone move it to this island later."
Frank was stunned for a moment, and after Heath mercilessly refused him again, he stuffed the last wolf fish into his mouth, mumbling indistinctly:
"I'm not leaving the Star Pirates; I just want to take advantage of this vacation to go see the depths of the North Sea or the ice and snow world of the polar regions."
"Perhaps ancient microorganisms from the Fourth Epoch, Third Epoch, or even Second Epoch and First Epoch are buried under the thick ice there; this could allow me to gain so, so much…"
Frank paused, looked at the vanished Heath Doyle, sighed somewhat melancholically, took out a gold coin from his storage, and began to set up the ritual to summon the ghost ship, as Aaron had previously instructed.
With the infusion of spirituality, no trace of a ghost ship appeared in the expanding candlelight; instead, a headless lady carrying four heads walked out.
Frank was startled at first, then gazed fervently at Reinette Tinekerr's four beautiful, golden-haired, red-eyed heads, almost subconsciously murmuring:
"How did you manage to make them perfectly identical?"
"If planted in the soil, can more grow?"
The eyes of the four heads Reinette Tinekerr was carrying in her hands rotated individually, finally all fixing on Frank's face.
Frank, who had already digested the Druid potion and was only one step away from advancing to a demigod, floated up without any resistance, his expression bewildered as he tumbled in mid-air and plunged headfirst into the deep pit he had dug himself.
Frank's legs struggled outside, but he couldn't pull himself out for a while.
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Pretending he heard nothing, Heath Doyle, who had collapsed into a shadow and swiftly returned to the Future, heard the complaints of Quartermaster Nina:
"Captain, isn't it too dangerous to just let that fellow Frank go?"
Waving her hand to soothe the somewhat worried Nina, Cattleya, whose spirituality had mostly recovered, merely sighed and did not explain further.
Through Her Majesty the Queen's letter, she had also learned some secret information, enough to glimpse a corner of the terrifying hidden force behind Frank.
Even if Frank really ran into trouble, a great figure would step in to resolve it.
Suddenly, Cattleya seemed to sense something, and her deep purple eyes instinctively looked towards the isolated island where Frank was, vaguely seeing a crudely made illusory doll.
This doll had no head!
The image flashed by, and Cattleya's eyes instantly closed; there was a burning pain inside, and two lines of tears flowed uncontrollably.
She frowned little by little, murmuring uncertainly:
"Ancient Bane!"
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In the richly colored, vividly overlapping Spirit World, the "Black Tulip" moved aimlessly, avoiding dangerous areas.
Klein walked out of the captain's cabin, frowning and sighing, while "Admiral Hell" Ludwell, wearing a silver-white mask, honestly followed beside him.
Since leaving the Abyss of Ferrying, he had been searching for the backup plan Aaron had placed on this ghost ship, but unfortunately, even going to that mysterious gray fog space for divination, he lacked key information and had no specific direction.
As he was pondering if there were other methods he could try, Klein saw Reinette Tinekerr walk out of the void.
This Miss Messenger, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, was wearing a complex black dress similar to her usual attire, with one of her heads biting a gold coin.
This should be Frank's summons… Klein immediately understood, as now, besides Mr. Azik and Aaron, the only one who knew his messenger contact information was this mad Biologist.
And through the messenger as a medium, Klein could reverse-locate Frank's exact position and arrive directly by traversing the Spirit World with this ghost ship.
Expressing his gratitude to Miss Messenger, Klein immediately asked:
"Can you take me to the person who just summoned you?"
He was very polite to his powerful and mysterious Miss Messenger, especially now that Mr. Azik was not present.
The four heads nodded in perfect synchronization, and their bright red lips parted slightly:
"Yes… if… he's still alive…"
Klein was startled and was about to ask for clarification when he saw Reinette Tinekerr's last head, which hadn't had time to speak, open its mouth.
Golden long hair, like spreading threads, enveloped the "Black Tulip," and the next second, this ghost ship disappeared from its original location.
Sonia Sea, somewhere in the center of an isolated island outside the Gargath Archipelago.
Cattleya frowned, looking at Frank, who was stuck headfirst in the mud and couldn't break free no matter how much he struggled, and asked sternly:
"What did you just do?"
A Druid can draw nutrients and oxygen from the soil, so even if he's stuck headfirst in the mud, there's no danger to his life. Cattleya wasn't worried about Frank; she was just curious about what had happened.
"I just consulted that strange Spirit World creature on how to achieve such perfect technique?"
A muffled voice came through the solid mud. The Druid's proud earth-based spells seemed to lose their effect at this moment. After Frank symbolically tried a few more times, he gave up struggling, on the verge of tears.