The Fool?
Never heard of that before.
Is this so evil god's new alias, or a mysterious being that appeared recently?
Anderson mulled over the title, pondering silently.
Although he remained vigilant in his heart, his face still wore a smile when facing Silas.
"Friend, are you a believer of The Fool?"
He asked.
"To a certain extent, yes."
"If that's the case, you can conduct the ritual yourself. Why do you insist I believe in Him?"
Anderson pressed.
"Because I want to spread Mr. Fool's glory while I'm at it."
Silas glanced at him. "I don't save people for free."
"Actually, I've gained so things during my adventures. I can also pay you more compensation after safely returning."
Anderson tried to persuade Silas. "I do have a bit of a reputation over in the Fog Sea..."
"Not necessary."
Silas said flatly.
"I'll give you two choices. Either conduct the ritual, pray to The Fool, and leave here with ; or be left behind and fend for yourself on this island."
"This..."
Anderson's face showed hesitation.
He could tell Silas wasn't joking.
"Um, can I think about it first?"
He asked tentatively.
"You can. I'll give you ten minutes to consider."
Silas tossed out this statent and walked away along the beach.
Luna played at his feet.
The black cat seed interested in the waves lapping back and forth on the beach, chasing the receding tide, then quickly running away when new waves surged up.
"Only ten minutes..."
Anderson smiled bitterly and shook his head.
He felt like he'd entered a dead-end maze.
Either be trapped to death on this island, or establish a connection with a mysterious being of unknown background.
Both were dangerous. The more he thought about it, the more agitated he beca, feeling his mouth go dry.
Anderson thought for a mont, then turned and walked behind a rock.
When he erged, he was holding a coconut in his hands.
"Hey, want to try so coconut?"
He called out to Silas. "This is the last one on the entire island. I ate all the others."
"You have five minutes left."
Silas's voice ca over.
"Alright then, looks like I'll enjoy it myself."
Anderson shrugged and sat directly on the beach, still holding the coconut.
He used flas to burn open a crack in the coconut shell and tilted his head back to drink the sweet coconut water inside.
Then he broke open the coconut shell, scooped out the coconut at with his hand, and stuffed it eagerly into his mouth, chewing and swallowing with satisfaction.
Suddenly, his expression changed.
"Kah..."
Anderson made a strained, strange sound, his hands reaching for his throat, his mouth gaping wide.
"Crack!"
Both halves of the coconut shell fell to the beach.
"Kah, kah..."
Anderson's face flushed bright red, and within ten-plus seconds turned a deep purple like a pig's liver.
Flas flickered faintly in this Sequence 5 Hunter's eyes, veins bulging on the backs of his hands.
He fell backward onto the beach, starting to convulse, clearly about to die from suffocation.
Just then, a figure's shadow fell across him.
Silas lifted his foot and stomped hard on his chest.
"Poof!"
A piece of translucent coconut at imdiately flew out of Anderson's mouth.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Anderson's eyes imdiately widened as he coughed violently.
"Huff, huff, huff..."
He gasped for breath, utterly bedraggled.
"You're really sothing. A Sequence 5, and you nearly choked to death on a piece of coconut at."
Silas looked down at him.
"Huff, huff... This is because my luck has gotten worse."
Anderson grinned, revealing a smile uglier than crying. "But before, no matter how bad the misfortune was, it never directly threatened my life..."
"You've been entangled by bad luck for too long. Curses don't disappear, they only keep deepening."
Silas said matter-of-factly.
This was knowledge from the "Secrets Suppliant" potion inside him.
Anderson should have been cursed by a mural left by Ouroboros, his own fate tainted with serious misfortune.
Anderson gasped for a while, his breathing gradually becoming even, but his face still carried intense unease.
After all, he'd just escaped from the edge of death.
"No, I have to save myself..."
The Hunter muttered to himself in a low voice, then suddenly raised his head to look at Silas.
"You seem to understand these things quite well... Do you know sothing?"
"Probably."
Silas said ambiguously. "But why should I help you?"
Anderson thought for a mont, then a smile appeared on his face. "If I pray to The Fool, will you help ?"
"For Mr. Fool's sake, I can." Silas said. "But you'll still need to provide compensation for this."
"No problem."
Things having co to this point, Anderson didn't care anymore.
The curse of misfortune on him had already started threatening his life. He could only grasp at this sole hope, even if this hope would very likely bring other troubles.
"Let introduce myself. I'm Anderson Hood."
He climbed up from the beach and said to Silas, "Over in the Fog Sea, they all call the 'Strongest Hunter.'"
"Alexander Gascoigne."
Silas gave his false na. "A missionary."
---
On the Sonia Sea route, in a second-class cabin aboard the steamship nad "White Agate."
Klein, wearing Gehrman Sparrow's appearance, was resting with his eyes closed, waiting for dinner, when he suddenly heard overlapping prayer voices by his ear.
"Soone's praying to . At this ti, who could it be?"
He opened his eyes, took four steps counterclockwise in the narrow cabin, ascended above the gray fog, and saw the deep crimson star above the high-backed chair belonging to [Temperance] trembling and emitting spiritual ripples.
Is it Silas?
Klein extended his spirituality and touched that star. Soon, so images appeared before him.
He saw Silas bowing his head in prayer. "Esteed Mr. Fool, I've currently encountered so situations..."
The end of the Sonia Sea, ruins of a divine battle?
Klein listened to Silas's experiences and couldn't help but be astonished.
After Silas briefly described his situation, he continued, "Right now I'm trapped on an island and urgently need a ship.
Please convey this ssage to [The World], [Justice], and [The Hanged Man] to see if any of them can buy one for . Many thanks!"
What?
Buy a ship?
And from what he ans, he's planning to have the ship delivered to him through ?
Klein was dumbfounded.
He felt a strong sense of absurdity, but thinking about it carefully, this thod actually seed feasible.
The only question was whether the sacrifice ritual could transport sothing this large.
Whatever, I'll relay the ssage for him first.
Silas asked to contact three people because [Justice] has connections, while [The Hanged Man] and I are at sea... Unfortunately, I'm currently in transit and can't go buy one...
Klein thought this way, repackaged this information, and tossed it toward the stars representing [Justice] and [The Hanged Man].
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