Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 210 Ghost Ship

The sailboat "Rossel" plunged into the vast ocean, heading towards the dangerous and treacherous Misty Sea.

Because the sea routes between the north and south continents were open, few people ventured into the Misty Sea, making it a haven for pirates.

The legendary abyss is even more distant than the Misty Sea, requiring one to traverse this dangerous sea area.

"Could we encounter the legendary ghost ship?"

Russell and the others chatted idly about ghost ships that were rumored among the pirates of the Misty Sea.

"Sigh, it's been a long time since we've seen a lucky pirate."

"Save your breath. Last time we wiped out a ship full of pirates. Our fearsome reputation has spread far and wide. No pirate will dare to provoke us again. We can enjoy some peace and quiet."

"Captain!" Suddenly, a panicked cry came from the other side of the ship.

Russell and the others instantly went into battle mode, moved to the other side of the ship, and gazed at a giant vessel that was gradually approaching them in the distance.

"This is..." Rosell and the others were all stunned.

"This is the ghost ship you've been longing for."

Truman and Bethel also came out of their respective rooms, looking somewhat surprised as they watched the giant ship approaching.

It wasn't him who attracted them.

When he killed "Night King" Ternsorst, he only took the Brass Book; he didn't take the three Sequence One copies.

Of the three Sequence One copies that followed, one likely ended up in the hands of the Trensault family, and it should be on this ship now.

"Is it a ghost ship from the Terensost Empire?!" Rosell's expression turned serious; he had indeed become much more cautious after the last lesson.

Now, facing the ghost ship, his first thought was whether it contained any traps.

"Move closer," Truman said, his eyes narrowing as he turned to Russell.

"...Okay!" With a powerful backer, Rosell straightened his back instantly.

Since the last time, Russell has known that Truman, even if he is not an angel now, is not far off, and there is also a Mr. Abraham whose abilities are unknown.

Russell slowed down the ship, allowing the ghost ship to gradually approach. Strangely, the giant ghost ship stopped at a dangerous distance, with the two ships facing each other across the sea.

This ghost ship was at least three times larger than their ship, resembling a sea fortress.

"There seem to be people up there, should we go over?" Russell asked after confirming.

"Come with me." Truman glanced at the ghost ship, preparing to take Bethel and Russell aboard.

"Grin, guard our ship!" Rosell distributed some magical items to his knights, and then he, Truman, and Bethel teleported directly to the giant ghost ship.

"This is huge!?" Russell was surprised when he got to the deck that the space seemed to have expanded dozens of times, and it was magnificent and antique.

It's not a ship, it's practically a palace on the sea!

"Welcome aboard, distinguished guests!" A beautiful maidservant approached and bowed slightly to Truman and his companions.

This beautiful maid was dressed in a classic maid's long dress, with fair skin and a delicate face, like a blooming lily.

You may doubt the fighting prowess of the Tronsus Empire's army, but you cannot doubt the beauty of its women.

Perhaps because of their queen, the women of the Trensost Empire were generally more beautiful than those of the Solomon Empire.

"Wow! It's so beautiful!" Rosell stared, completely mesmerized.

At this moment, Truman's expression twisted slightly.

Even the somewhat old-fashioned Bethel frowned, showing a hint of resistance.

"Thank you for the compliment, sir." The maid glanced at Russell with a bright smile.

"Stop grinning like an idiot!" Truman patted Russell on the shoulder to bring him back to his senses.

"Distinguished guests, please follow me." A maid led the way, guiding the three into the palace on the sea.

"What's the principle behind this?" Rosell snapped out of his daze, looked at the sea palace, and tried to analyze it with his own knowledge.

"Because of the rules." Truman was very familiar with this power.

"Rules? The rules of the Trensost Empire?" Rosell wanted to know about the records of the Trensost Empire.

Most of the records of that empire buried in history have been obscured, but what remains proves that it was a country that placed great importance on law and regulations.

"The 'arbitrator' route?"

Led by a maid, the three of them arrived at the deepest part of the palace, encountering dozens of maids along the way!

"This really is a palace!" Rosell exclaimed with envy.

Soon they arrived at the deepest palace. It didn't feel like being at sea at all; Rosell felt more like he had entered the palace of the Solomon Empire.

"Welcome to my palace." A playful, languid voice echoed through the palace.

The palace gates slowly opened, and more than twenty male and female servants stood solemnly on both sides to welcome the three of them.

On the highest throne sat a young man dressed in a classical magician's robe and wearing a pointed soft hat.

The man's gaze swept over Truman and Bethel, then landed on Russell.

"Ah! How interesting!" He adjusted his monocle, seemingly very interested in something about Rosell, and a glint in his eyes caught Rosell's eye.

Russell instinctively took a half step back, feeling a terrifying force acting on his soul.

The next moment, all the servants in the palace looked at Rosell.

At the same time, the beautiful maids who had just led Roselle and the others into the palace all took out identical crystal monocles from their pockets and put them on their right eyes.

They both looked at Rosell, their lips curving into similar smiles, their eyes gleaming with similar light. Then they spoke at the same time, in different voices, uttering the same sentence.

"Ah! How interesting!"

All the voices converged into a wave of sound, assaulting Roselle's reason.

At that moment, the terror in Roselle's heart reached its peak. A chill enveloped his body, freezing him in place and making it impossible for him to even think.

"Hey, stop fooling around!"

Truman patted Rosell's shoulder, dispelling the terrifying pressure. It was the pressure exerted by Amon's status, and it was too terrifying for Rosell, who also possessed the ability of the "Thief."

"This..." Roselle seemed to wake from a dream, the terror and fear dispelled, and he regained himself.

"Is everyone one person?" he asked with difficulty.

"Yes, they've all been parasitized."

"Parasit"?

Rosell remembered the name; he was familiar with it: the demigod of the "Thief" pathway.

He even did some preliminary work, imagining what kind of abilities he would choose from the "parasites" after becoming a demigod.

At this moment, the ability of "parasitism" revealed its most terrifying aspect to him.

(End of this chapter)