chsdbacks Chapter 169 Where is the location? I'll go get it!
Chapter 169 Where is the location? I'll go get it!
Chapter 169 Where is the location? I'll go get it!
I'm starving to death in the land of God's forsaken people!
I want canned food!
The "angel's" request was very simple: he was trapped somewhere and needed food; he remembered that he had sacrificed a batch of canned food.
Instead of asking "The World" to help him run out early in the morning to find a restaurant and order a hot Dipsy pie to be delivered to him, Xia Er did not ask for help.
This is all out of the utmost respect for Mr. Fool.
Mr. "Angel" wants canned food?
Klein automatically ignored the first half of the sentence about the 'angel' being trapped. He looked at the last bit of canned food left and wondered if it was too late for him to go out and buy more.
Fortunately, the "angels" kept offering their prayers.
"Mr. Fool, I've been slightly injured, and some canned food won't be enough for me for the time being."
"I beg you to tell Mr. Hanged Man to prepare more raw meat for me, fish or anything else, just fresh flesh and blood, not cooked."
A certain "Rose Bishop" suddenly realized that since he had mastered flesh and blood magic, why did he still need to eat?
Isn't direct magical conversion far more efficient than "one-step to the stomach"?
Upon receiving the message, "Fool" Klein immediately forwarded the prayer video to the Hanged Man. He planned to go out early to replenish the empty cans, in case "Angel" asked him for more late at night, would he steal them?
So, Alger, who was drifting at sea, opened his eyes. He rubbed his head with a headache. It was inconvenient for Miss Justice to sacrifice fresh flesh and blood, and it was inconvenient for him too, since there were so many crew members on the ghost ship.
Alger thought about it and decided he should definitely help. After completing this small task, he could make the "angel" owe him a favor, which would be a huge win. He pondered for a moment, changed his clothes, and jumped into the sea.
This "Storm Priest" is really going all out; all he needs is fresh flesh and blood, right?
He went to catch fish himself! He caught a few big ones!
It's 5:50 a.m., and in the entire Tarot Club, only Miss Justice is sleeping soundly.
Time flies.
June 8, Monday, 10 PM.
The crimson light shone once more on the gray palace, and illusory figures emerged from it.
Good afternoon, Mr. Fool; good afternoon, Mr. Angel!
Audrey greeted everyone with great energy, seemingly unaffected by the pressures of life.
Mr. Fool nodded sleepily. These days, in order to save money, he had been frantically taking on all sorts of commissions. Klein felt that he had lost weight. Fortunately, the money from bounties was still quite high. He was very envious of the bounties offered by various pirates at sea... but he couldn't afford them.
"The Hanged Man" Alger looked at "Angel" and asked, "Mr. Angel, if you have any other needs, I can help you prepare them." Alger assumed that Shael had a special sealed artifact.
Audrey looked over blankly. What did the angel need? How come she didn't know?
"Thank you very much. I'm in a bit of trouble this time, and I may need you to prepare some living supplies for me frequently."
Chael is now embarrassed to find that he doesn't have a suitable reason to go back!
When we went there, we were banished, caught in a temporal turbulence. When we returned, where could we find a temporal turbulence?
How can he explain his missing person status to St. Samuel's Cathedral?
The Fool and the Hanged Man were stunned. You're not kidding, are you really doing wilderness survival?
Is it that serious?
"Mr. Angel, are you in some kind of trouble? Is there anything I can do to help?"
Audrey also looked over. A "big trouble" that even the angel found troublesome?
"Sun" Derrick didn't speak; he knew he couldn't help Mr. Angel in Silver City.
"My situation is a bit complicated... I'll talk about it during the discussion later."
Xia Er did not take up Mr. Fool's reading time.
"I actually want to hear about your troubles first..." Klein thought to himself.
Alger silently handed over a copy of Russell's diary.
Klein planned to finish reading it quickly. The content was simple: a variation of the law of aggregation of extraordinary characteristics, the natural attraction of high-sequence to low-sequence, and even high-sequence items, as long as they are not sealed, will still passively attract low-sequence extraordinary individuals to approach.
"January 16th, the witch's taste is really good."
"Especially their extraordinary abilities, I felt like I had two organs at that moment, experiencing double pleasure. Ha, how could I have such an illusion, but... it tasted really good."
Your Majesty... when you wrote this diary, did you even know about the psychological gender of witches?
Klein sensed that the Emperor might be high on drugs, so he continued reading.
"On January 20th, I prepared the second blasphemous card."
"Where should we hide it? How about we disguise it as a bookmark? That would be really interesting."
"I bet a gold Roselle that those lumps in the Steam Church won't even notice this card."
Is that all? Klein almost wanted to flip it over to see the other side.
Your Majesty, please write down clearly what kind of bookmark it is and which book it should be placed in!
Klein was somewhat disappointed, but then he put the page of the diary away and leaned back in his high-backed chair, saying:
"You are free to communicate now."
Mr. Fool is already prepared to hear the bad things that happened to the "angel".
All eyes were on the angel.
"Gentlemen, I have bad news."
"Because... um... I challenged a demigod by relying on a powerful sealing artifact, and was then 'exiled' and caught in a spacetime turbulence..."
Even Xia Er himself felt it was absurd when he said it.
He's supposed to be a shining example of sacrificing himself to save his teammates, so why does he sound more and more like a spoiled rich kid?
Challenging a demigod? Being banished? Time-space turbulence?
These three words left many members of the low-to-mid-level Tarot club speechless.
Audrey listened as if to a story. Because of the angel's tone, her worries lessened, and she couldn't suppress her strong curiosity, asking:
"Mr. Angel, have you been stranded on some deserted island?"
Audrey felt that this was the real reason why the "angels" needed supplies.
If so, that would be so cool!
"No...you might not believe it, but it seems I've ended up in a place abandoned by God."
As she spoke, the "angel" even made a face-covering gesture.
This is indeed a bit embarrassing.
"The land forsaken by God?"
Audrey turned around somewhat flustered. Was this a joke?
"The Fool" almost straightened his back, and Alger's face was also full of disbelief.
"Mr. Angel, are you telling the truth?"
"Is the sky completely dark, with only the occasional flash of lightning?"
"The Sun" Derrick was the most excited one.
The "angel" actually came to their place?
I'll go pick him up!
Little Sun is desperately waiting, Mr. Angel, please say something!
"You're right. Apart from the fire I started myself and the eerie glow emanating from the monster's eyes, I've never seen any other light source besides lightning."
Xia'er was also very troubled. He had a map of the Forsaken Land in his memory, but it was pitch black. How could he describe his location?
What identity should he use to go to Silver City?
Should we change our identity?