Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Thea did not respond to Phoenix's words. Instead, she turned her head to look at the prophet clone and said in a calm tone:

"Mr. Prophet, who has mastered higher-level mystical knowledge in the field of destiny, what do you think of this?"

The prophet's clone lowered his eyes, and a silvery white surface appeared. His eyes suddenly became dark and lost focus.

A picture quickly emerged in my mind. It was a huge pirate ship floating on the sea. An indescribable bronze door covered with mysterious patterns stood on the deck. Countless undead poured out of it, fighting with each other. The pirates on the ship fought together.

In the cabin, golden liquid was flowing everywhere, like melted gold. They were whining and struggling like living creatures.

The picture quickly flipped and became extremely blurry. Only a female figure could be seen climbing out of the bronze door.

The prophet's clone's eyes quickly became clear, and he frowned slightly. The last scene he saw made him a little confused.

He looked up at Phoenix and Thea, who were staring at him, and said in a deep voice:

"No problem. It's early in the morning. There shouldn't be any sleepless people among the pirates who like to stay up late."

"It's best to go back quickly. Once my aura is exposed, it is likely to attract the attention and attack of the Church of Storms."

Thea changed her lazy attitude, looked at the prophet clone very curiously and asked:

"I'm a little curious. Couldn't you be the one who stole the Church of the Waves with Amon?"

"Do you know Amon?" the prophet's clone asked curiously.

"Oh, this is not a secret. The Church of Knowledge records almost all the information in the world. However, due to the confidentiality level, most church members do not fully know it."

Thea shook the wine glass with little liquid left in her hand and said with a chuckle.

"Guys, do you mind if I join your discussion?"

A loud voice sounded, and a slightly smiling figure broke directly into the invisible barrier created by Thea.

"Mind." Phoenix replied coldly, staring at the sudden intruder with an unkind look.

The prophet's clone turned his head and looked at the other person. It was the guy who had clinked glasses with him before. He pondered for a second, then he chuckled and said:

"I wonder what your name is, Mr. Hunter?"

"How do you know I'm a hunter? Because of my hair color?"

The man in hunting attire opposite raised his brown eyebrows and asked curiously.

"You have the temperament of a mature hunter."

The prophet clone responded with a chuckle.

"What is the temperament of a mature hunter?" The man opposite showed his doubts on his face.

"Hunters who get past the provocateur stage are always going to be vulnerable."

The man in front of him didn't seem to expect that the other party would respond to him like this. He was stunned for a moment before he realized it, and chuckled as if he had encountered something funny:

"You seem to know a lot about hunters."

"My name is Albus Medici, and I am currently adventuring at sea."

"Medici, did you live in Bansi before?"

The prophet clone sighed, and then asked curiously.

Albus Medici's eyes flashed, and he said with a curious expression:

"Why do you ask? But I was born in Bansi."

"Are you always so honest when talking to others? You don't look like a schemer at all."

The prophet clone said with a sigh. Albus on the opposite side was spiritually restrained. He could not accurately judge the opponent's sequence, but only made a guess based on the intuition of a prophet.

"There is no point in lying in front of an extraordinary person who can easily see through lies. Staying honest will make me appear more sincere, right?"

Albus Medici spoke with some eloquence and did not refute the other party's identification of himself as a conspirator.

Looking at the descendant of the Medici family in front of him, the prophet's clone felt that his inspiration seemed to be touched, and he said in a deep voice:

"In Port Bansi, the weather god that your Medici family believes in is also a member of the family? Or is it an activated characteristic?"

"Huh? Why do you think He has activated characteristics?"

Albus was stunned, as if he didn't expect that the other party knew so much about the Medici family and asked so directly.

"Just ask."

The prophet clone said something perfunctory, then turned his head to look at Phoenix and Thea, and said with a chuckle:

"I'll go outside for a walk. Just let me know when you're ready."

After saying that, he stood up and left the tavern.

Albus reached out and touched his brown eyebrows, curled his lips and followed.

When he walked out of the tavern, he could no longer see the prophet's clone. He curled his lips helplessly and sighed:

"I thought the person my ancestor asked me to find would be troublesome, but I didn't expect to meet him just now on Dilinius Island."

"Although he didn't show any pressure, my instinct as a hunter kept reminding me that this was not an object that could be hunted."

After whispering a few words, he casually found a direction and left quickly.

After a moment, a lavender, cold and indifferent eye faintly appeared on the gas lamp pole opposite the tavern. Its color quickly faded, as if someone was constantly erasing it with an eraser.

At about three o'clock in the morning, the prophet's clone followed a natural spirit through the pier. The pier here was not big, so it took almost no time. He met Phoenix and Thea near the clock tower.

A sinister white bone arm protruded from the ground, followed by a skull head burning with green flames, and then the entire body.

A huge white skeleton crawled out from the ground. When it stood up straight, it was almost as tall as a three-story building.

The prophet clone calmly glanced at the huge skeleton crawling out of the ground. It had a strength close to sequence five. It was probably the giant path in front of it.

Then I saw the skeleton, at Phoenix's signal, grabbing his shoulder with one hand and Thea with the other hand. Their figures quickly lost color and became transparent, and then entered the spiritual world.

A blue-white glow lingered in the eyes of the prophet's clone. He simulated the extraordinary ability of the astrologer, causing his body to break down into bits and pieces of surging bright starlight, surging into the spiritual world like a tidal wave.

In the rich and exaggerated spiritual world, the figure of the prophet's clone condensed out of the stars. His eyes glowed with a touch of silvery white, and it only took a moment for them to regain clarity.

He turned his head to look at the huge skeleton holding Thea and Phoenix, and chuckled:

"This way."

As soon as he finished speaking, the azure starlight that had solidified appeared around him, enveloping his figure and quickly rushed forward.

In a sea area near the Raging Sea, a huge three-masted ship with an ancient style and dark color, as if it had been soaked in sea water for a long time, is moored here. On the raised sail, there is a figure with twisted tentacles painted on it. A giant sea monster pattern, this is Vice Admiral Deepsea’s flagship "Newes"!

Under the crimson moonlight, one could vaguely see a huge shadow moving back and forth under the sea, like a huge sea monster waiting for an opportunity to move.

The next moment, a vague spiritual wave appeared on the bow of the ship, and bright starlight poured out from the spiritual world, re-condensing the figure of the prophet's clone.

As soon as his figure emerged, he took out a scroll made of gray-brown fur from his arms and recited a word in dragon language in a low voice:

"secret!"

As the scroll in his hand was activated, a layer of quiet night quietly enveloped the pirate ship.

The crimson moonlight in the sky seemed to dim for a moment, and the whimpering sea breeze suddenly became quiet.

The next moment, two huge white skeletal arms suddenly popped out from the void behind him. After placing Phoenix and Thea on the deck, the huge white skeletal arms did not retract, but directly moved the entire body out of the spirit world.