Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 423 This ship is too big, isn't it?

Remnants of the War of Gods.

Lu Ze kept his head down and remained motionless.

Next to him, Anderson made the same gesture.

They didn't suddenly fall ill or have a mental problem; they were using this method to protect themselves.

"Humph"

A loud neighing followed by the clatter of hooves and the rumble of wheels rang out simultaneously. These sounds easily reminded Lu Ze of the magnificent steeds pulling a golden chariot that was currently galloping overhead.

But he dared not look up, dared not verify whether his guess was correct.

—Because Anderson warned him that looking directly at the chariot would be extremely dangerous. Someone on their exploration fleet had tried to do so, and the man was instantly vaporized by the sunlight, leaving only a pair of black, oily footprints on the deck.

The sunlight suddenly became incredibly intense, causing a burning sensation on my skin. Then, the light gradually dimmed and returned to its normal intensity.

Lu Ze then raised his head.

Looking around, there was nothing in the sky; the chariot and its horse had vanished.

"This place is really dangerous. We really need a guide who knows this area."

He thought to himself.

He didn't know enough about this place. If Anderson hadn't reminded him, he would never have known about this rule and would have been burned to ashes long ago for looking directly at the sun chariot.

So it seems that taking Anderson with us was the right thing to do!
After regaining his composure, he turned to the hunter beside him who had also raised his head, "Let's continue the ritual."

".good."

Anderson said.

Actually, they were just trying to hold a sacrificial ceremony, asking Anderson to pray to Mr. Fool so that He would "bestow" the ship that the Hanged Man had bought onto them.

Lu Ze had already informed Mr. Fool of this matter beforehand. Only after receiving the approval of that mysterious being did he reveal the corresponding honorific name to Anderson.

Standing before the altar prepared on the beach, Anderson took a deep breath and then solemnly called out the name in ancient Hermes:
"A fool who doesn't belong to this era."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Meanwhile, above the gray fog.

"They actually offered it as a sacrifice!"

Looking at the enormous sailboat in front of him, Klein exclaimed from the bottom of his heart.

This is a brand new two-masted sailboat, 18 meters long, with sturdy wooden planks and flexible canvas. When it floats on the gray fog, it looks quite impressive.

However, maneuvering it across the ocean is not such a simple matter.
Klein held a copy of "The Sailing Manual" in his hand, flipping through it with great interest.

This book, compiled by the "Hanged Man" based on his own boating experience, is quite comprehensive. It covers topics such as sailing techniques, how to turn around and change direction, how to determine wind direction and weather, and how to select islands.

Being a captain is really not an easy job.

Klein thought to himself.

With so much to learn, can Lu Ze really learn it all? And sailboats require multiple people to operate; they only have two people. How are they going to make the boat move smoothly?
However, since he dared to ask for it, he must have a way to resolve it, right?
Just then, Klein heard illusory, layered prayers echoing in his ears. He noticed ripples of light spreading outwards in front of a high-backed chair. The high-backed chair containing these ripples did not belong to any member of the Tarot Club.

This must be the hunter Luze was talking about, Klein thought with some anticipation. Then his spirituality spread, touching the spot of light.

"brush!"

The moment he made contact, an image of a praying man appeared before him. He saw a blond man chanting incantations before an altar.

He was saying:
"Your faithful followers pray for your attention;"
Please accept his offering;
We beseech you to open the gates of your kingdom.

"crunch-"

A phantom gate formed on the gray mist and slowly opened under Klein's urging.

— "There's a reaction! There really is a reaction!"

Anderson said in shock, looking at the illusory gate that had formed in front of the altar.

The world behind the door was indescribable. He saw profound light and shadow, clear radiance containing vast knowledge, and above them, a thick gray fog, and above that, an ancient palace overlooking the real world.

Such powerful pressure.
Anderson lowered his head with a strange shudder. The Fool gave him a profound and lofty feeling, seemingly no less than a true god!

"Hurry up and get the paperwork done."

Lu Ze reminded him from the side.

"Huh? Oh"

Anderson snapped out of his daze and respectfully held a stack of banknotes above his head. This was the money Luzer had handed over to the Hanged Man, a total of 3400 pounds, including 3000 for the ship's fare, 300 for commission, and 100 for supplies. A suction force then came from behind the illusory door, and the banknotes were swept up and passed through it.

And a moment later.

"call!"

The already magnificent sacrificial gate suddenly grew even larger, expanding to resemble the gate of a large warehouse. A section of the ship's prow slowly emerged from within the gate.

Anderson immediately felt the pressure, and a lot of his spiritual energy was drained away in a short period of time!

"Hold!"

Lu Ze, who was behind him, shouted and rushed to the altar.

Because the object they were trying to teleport was so large, they didn't create a spiritual wall to separate the inside from the outside. As Lu Ze ran over, a strong gust of wind surged around his body, which forcefully held up the bottom of the ship.

Anderson stared intently at the large ship slowly emerging from behind the door, a surge of immense hope welling up within him.

at last!

After being stranded on the island for so long, I'm finally going to be free!

At this point, without Lu Ze's prompting, he immediately focused all his energy and maintained a full output of spiritual power.

But as the sailboat gradually took shape, Anderson's smiles faded.

It seems a bit too big?
Anderson had originally planned for a small boat that could only accommodate two or three people, enough to get them out of the water. But the sailboat in front of them clearly required more than ten people to maneuver. How were the two of them going to operate such a large sailboat?

As he was thinking this, the entire ship had already emerged from behind the door.

Luzer had no idea what Anderson was thinking. He used the wind to propel the ship, smoothly bringing the brand-new vessel to the nearshore waters, and then boarded it.

Hmm, it smells like new wood.

Luzer opened the cabin and inspected it, finding stored food, kegs of light beer, and other supplies—the remaining 100 pounds were mainly used for these purposes.

The Hanged Man is still quite reliable.

He thought to himself, picked up the "Boatman's Manual" from a barrel, and quickly flipped through it.

"Don't just stand there, get on the boat."

He turned to Anderson and said.

Anderson quickly ended the sacrificial ceremony. After feeling the Fool's power fade away, he tidied up the altar and waded to the boat.

"Can we sail this boat away?"

He couldn't help but ask.

"of course."

Lu Ze glanced at him and said confidently.

(End of this chapter)