Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 223 Nast's Anger

"So what should we do? Should we investigate nearby?"

Sophie thought for a moment and asked Venata.

"To be honest, there's no need." Venata shrugged. "It's not like I want to find that Moran. I don't like dealing with these mysterious guys. To me, these guys who speak ambiguously are the most annoying."

"And whether we investigate or not, there is no difference in what we have to do,"

Venata continued to explain, "If she wants to see us, she can just ask Adele to do a counter-divination in two days and then go there herself. If she doesn't want to see us, she would have fled to Saint Miron by now. As for the rest, we won't be able to find out even if we ask ordinary people around us."

"But, isn't it a bad idea to just go back like this?"

Sophie asked timidly.

"It's okay. My main mission this time was to supervise you in playing the role of 'criminal'. You have already exceeded the mission."

Winata took Sophie's hand and walked back. "The faces of those gangsters when a little girl pointed a shotgun at their heads were amazing."

No. 52 Dangerous Rock Street was only the last stop of the scheduled itinerary. Before that, Vinata had taken Sophie to cause a big commotion in the Cassowary Gang's territory and took over this militant gang again.

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At the same time, numerous large and small ships were moored around an island in the Solomon Islands. Although they had all rolled up their sails, which symbolized their status, from the drooping black bottoms of the sails, it was clear that these ships were pirate ships.

Surrounded by hundreds of pirate ships of all sizes was a huge sailing ship covered in pure black.

The ship was nearly a hundred meters long, with three black sails hanging high like flags.

There were gun muzzles on both sides of the ship, and sailors of all kinds were running around busy on the deck.

On its deck, with its back against the cabin, stood a mottled stone chair two or three meters high, on which sat a behemoth comparable to an ancient giant. However, as the distance got closer, his figure gradually became normal, and finally fixed at about 1.9 meters.

He had a black beard that just reached his neck, wore a tall spire crown on his head, and a gorgeous robe with a black background and silver edges. The lines on his face were hard and deep, and full of majesty, which made people subconsciously want to lower their heads.

Below the broad forehead with slightly wrinkles, above the tall and straight nose, two deep black eyes flowed with dark red light, reflecting all the pirates attending the meeting in the White Maple Palace.

In front of Nast Solomon, the King of the Five Seas, stood his subordinates in charge of various affairs for the first time in a long time. Before this, whether on the sea or sailing in the spiritual world, the number of people who could stand in front of him was no more than five fingers.

"The fleet of the King of the Black Throne has not arrived yet. Perhaps the rumor is true. He may indeed be dead."

The second mate of the "Black Emperor", "Viscount Fear" Bird Mustang said in a sad tone.

"There is no news about the 'Mysterious Queen' and the recently promoted 'Star Queen'. They probably won't appear here."

"Lieutenant General Tracy of Disease did send a message through a messenger, saying that the Witch Cult is looking for something in the Inter-Sea area recently and cannot go to the Solomon Islands. 'Lieutenant General of Dusk' Bulatov Ivan and 'Lieutenant General of the Deep Sea' Hal Constantine also sent similar hints, but they were more obscure."

Nast's face showed no expression, but judging from the red light in his eyes, he seemed to be suppressing his anger. He waved his hand holding the scepter and said:

"It's acceptable. Vice Admiral Edwina of Iceberg does not have a deep connection with the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, and the church will not let her take the risk of rejecting my invitation to carry out any mission."

Hearing Nast's words, the tall and thin middle-aged man standing next to Bird Mustang widened his eyes, and together with everyone standing nearby, he looked at Viscount Fear who had just finished his report.

Fine beads of sweat oozed out of the second mate's face. After a while, he stammered and said:

"Your Excellency..."

"Edwina..."

"Edwina has not returned to Intis." The tall and thin "Crimson Baron" Ralph Decker took over the conversation. "Her fourth boatswain is currently serving as the bishop of the Church of Poseidon. Edwina has been very close to the fortune-tellers of the Church of the Fool recently. Just now, a telegram said that Edwina Edwards was seen in Bayam and the Golden Dream was seen."

Hearing the report from his men, Nast, the "King of the Five Seas", bit his thin lips. He said nothing, his shoulders rising and falling slightly under his gorgeous black robe with silver edges, his brows tightening and loosening from time to time.

After a moment, Nast reached out and tried to take off the spire crown on his head. His hands were shaking, and it took him several attempts to take off the heavy layered crown.

Nast looked at the vast sea with a confused look in his eyes, which gradually lost focus. He pretended to be calm and said, "Viscount Mustang of Fear, Baron Decker of Crimson, and Knight Lawrence of Punishment stay, and the rest of you go out."

No pirate dared to raise any objections or whisper to each other. With similar feelings, they lined up in an orderly manner and left the cabin with the candlesticks arranged irregularly on the left and right (41, 40).

Viscount Fear stood still, but his eyes could not help but look towards the door. Then he turned back and looked at Nast's knees, not daring to look at the expressionless captain.

The moment the door closed, the three Sequence 5 warriors felt the tremendous wrath of Nast, the "King of the Five Seas", at the same time.

The deep red light in Nast's eyes became more and more ferocious. He glared at the second mate, third mate and boatswain of his flagship, and slammed the ground hard with the scepter in his hand. Although he did not use extraordinary abilities, the strange power brought by his giant bloodline still made the candlesticks on the wall shake slightly.

"This is fucking betrayal! It's naked betrayal!" Nast stood up from the huge throne and roared. He had never been so angry since he got the "Black Emperor" and traveled the five seas. "Why are these pirates unwilling to obey my order!"

Outside the cabin door, the first mate of the Black Emperor, the "Doom Mage" Seleu Vysotsky, who had recently completed his promotion and whose mind had not yet recovered to that of an adult, sobbed softly.

Although her current mind was not able to allow her to understand why the captain was angry, Nast's anger still frightened her and made her sob a little aggrieved.

However, the intuition brought by the demigod of the "monster" path told her that it would be better not to disobey Nestor now.

(End of this chapter)