Chapter 52 Conversation
[Genesis Trace Text:]
[In the early 50th year of the Great Pirate Era, after more than four months of relentless pursuit by various forces, the Golden Rat was finally beheaded on the shores of Loch Ness in the city of Mamika, a stronghold of the demon race!]
In May of the same year, the open struggles between the major powers ceased, entering a period of recuperation. At the same time, mysterious pieces of flesh appeared in various corners of cities.
On the 27th, Pope Euphrates I attributed the success in defeating the Golden Rat to the blessing of the sun god Apollo, and vowed to let the divine light shine on every corner of the continent.
Whirlpool Sea Area
A small sailboat sailed over the giant waves and gradually headed towards a calmer sea. Two figures stood at the bow of the boat, silently watching the scene ahead.
"Splash..."
Violent waves surged up and crashed against the side of the ship, making the swaying vessel seem as if it were about to sink into the sea at any moment.
"puff…"
The splashing water instantly soaked the man's black top hat, and the water flowed from the tips of his ears to his face, immediately wetting a small patch of his black hair.
As the remaining water dripped onto the sponge, the small patch of hair that had been wet instantly turned a light purple. The man immediately reached out and covered that small area.
"The magic of the ocean is truly amazing..."
With his lips pursed, the man patted his sharp black suit, then pinched the brim of his hat between his fingertips and dried it with his overflowing magic.
After the black top hat covered the few exposed strands of light purple hair, the man smiled sternly and turned to the girl beside him.
Beneath the black cloak, the girl's silver-white hair was coiled up and wrapped around her sharp, long ears.
The sea breeze whistled past them, and as her fingers tugged at her cloak, the man's face was reflected in her green pupils.
The man scratched the back of his head casually, a meaningful smile playing on his lips: "Vivian, do you think what we're doing is inappropriate?"
"..." The elven girl called Vivian silently shook her head, then bowed slowly.
Seeing the girl's expression, the man crossed his arms and pursed his lips: "Don't be so cold. This isn't how you should treat your savior."
A wary glint constantly flickered in Vivian's eyes. She bit her lip and silently took a step back.
Back in the 32nd year of the Great Pirate Era, Vivian went to the northern part of the human world to assassinate Daedalus, but unfortunately, the mission failed due to the appearance of the Golden Rat.
At that time, she was seriously injured, and the force resisting the Golden Rat was unprecedentedly large, and the entire duchy was almost completely blockaded.
Just when Vivian thought she was going to die there, the man appeared before her, and he seemed very familiar with the terrain of the Duchy of Daeda…
And so, she miraculously escaped the encirclement of the heavily armed forces!
Then this man took her to the demon territory of the Western Continent and set sail on this route, wandering the ocean for decades.
With her hands clasped behind her back, Vivian bit her lip and lowered her head, subconsciously avoiding the man's gaze: "Sir, you're overthinking it. I'm just curious, why go all the way from the port of the Western Continent to here?"
Upon hearing this, the man in black could only shake his head helplessly and sigh, "You always have to be prepared for the worst. Besides, our route passes through Shanks' territory, so it's very safe."
"Are you really going to ask those abandoned children of the sea for help?" Vivian raised her head and looked at him indifferently as her gaze shifted.
The man's smile widened, and he held up two fingers: "It's always better to have more strength than to fight alone, isn't it?"
"Daedalus and his group wouldn't make such a mistake." Vivian pouted, instinctively trying to steer the conversation in a certain direction.
Seeing through her little scheme at a glance, the man rubbed his head and silently swallowed.
He opened his hand and sincerely took out a purple necklace from his pocket: "I know that over the years, your focus has always been on who I am and why I know so much about the schemes of those nobles."
"..." Upon seeing the man bring up this topic, Vivian immediately nodded.
With a deep sigh, the man removed his top hat, draped it over his chest, and bowed. "I'm sorry, Vivian, I can't tell you about these things concerning me, at least not right now."
"I understand, sir, you said that more than 10 years ago…" Vivian nodded softly in agreement with the man's answer.
As the two talked, the outline of islands gradually appeared in the distance. The man was clearly excited: "I'm almost at the end of my journey, the second transit point of the triangular trade—the Whirlpool Islands!"
"Really? Where are you going next, sir?" she asked timidly, her gaze following the man's direction.
The girl's words seemed to touch his thoughts. He turned his face away, his cheerful expression tinged with a hint of struggle, but he quickly suppressed it with a smile.
He shrugged and licked his lips: "Go find the 'prophet' and deal with that horrific disaster that has extinguished humanity and morality."
"Wasn't the Black Death over?" A question crept onto Vivian's face, and she felt a little surprised.
Just as he was about to continue speaking, the man quickly interrupted him, his expression becoming unusually serious: "No, compared to what the world is about to face, I would rather the Black Death endure."
"Your journey ends in the East Sea. Remember to use the magic I taught you after you return to the mainland." The man pointed to the marked point on the map and gave a heartfelt warning.
A ripple of doubt crossed Vivian's eyes, and her expression froze: "Isn't that magic only for that fox-girl you mentioned?"
He shook his head sharply, a hint of seriousness in his eyes: "No, it also has some effect on others."
"Why are you so wary of that fox?" Vivian asked instinctively, frowning.
Narrowing his eyes, the man's gaze darkened: "She lingers around Daedalus and speaks that strange language; in short, she is extremely dangerous."
"What is a prophet?" Vivian pressed, her jaw clenching.
With his eyes closed, the man chuckled softly and asked, "Do you know about the Dead Sea Scrolls?"
"I've heard of it. The origin of magic, the end of the world." Vivian answered crisply, her eyes gleaming.
The smile vanished quickly, and the man handed the purple necklace to Vivian.
The man stepped forward, patted her on the shoulder, and laughed self-deprecatingly: "Take this. Perhaps the answer you're looking for is in this half of the necklace."
"Half a piece?" The inexplicable keyword made Vivian's heart tighten.
Ignoring his question, the man continued his explanation: "It has a beautiful name, Twin Mirrors, which symbolizes twins at dusk in a nursery rhyme."
"The evil twins…" Vivian murmured a word and nodded.
"It will come..."
The man lowered his voice, then turned his back and stood silently in place.
Not far away, a huge warship was approaching the direction of Vortex Island, with a 7-meter-tall figure standing on its bow.
That's right, the one who previously spent 10 million RMB and got nothing in return.
"Your Excellency, why did we choose this time to come?"
"Hmph... Some people have already finished fighting with the rats, and we'll just collect some interest while we're at it." Jiu Nian raised the corners of her mouth and sneered.
"Full speed ahead!" His voice suddenly rose as he issued the order again.
"Yes, Your Excellency