Chapter 124: Obtained
The mighty warship docked silently.
Edward swallowed, feeling a thick sense of foreboding and eeriness. There were no traces of living people on the ship.
This was too incredible.
After all, the main warships of the Arthur Royal Fleet had a crew of at least 600 to 1,500 people. How could there not be the slightest smell of living beings?
It was like a ghost ship whispered about by sailors in the last century, sailing from the depths of the ocean, unsteered, unnavigated, appearing silently, and approaching silently…
Edward’s scalp tingled. He wished he could leave immediately and turn himself in to the Disciplinary Bureau. It would be ten thousand times better than staying in this damned place, suffering from groundless fear and anxiety.
But there was no such choice. When he appeared here, he had no other options.
After waiting for a long time and the royal warship remained motionless, Edward could not bear it any longer. He panted and slowly approached the ship, walking one step at a time and stopping.
No matter what was on the ship, he still had to take that damned thing back!
As he got closer to the ship, Edward felt his own insignificance and the grandeur of the great ship even more. What a mighty ship, worthy of the name Royal Fleet. With this fleet, the Kingdom had no enemy in the sea, and all enemies only had death as their path.
But such a warship had now become a lifeless “ghost ship.”
Edward felt the pungent smell, similar to wallflower, in his nostrils becoming thicker and more viscous. He looked up and saw a dark figure jump off the ship.
The figure made no sound when it landed, like a drop of rain on the sea or oil on the ground.
It was a figure over two meters tall. It seemed to be wearing a black robe, but as it approached, Edward realized it was not a black robe, but a part of its body. Edward found it difficult to describe this ghostly thing. It was like a pool of mud, or some other highly malleable liquid matter, forcibly shaped into a human form.
Just looking at its smooth, sticky skin, the empty sockets that served as facial features, the fine wrinkles, and the lines rooted in the empty sockets that reminded him of maggots, Edward felt his stomach churn.
This distorted monster walked towards Edward silently. Its empty facial features seemed to be observing him, and its viscous aura licked his entire body. This feeling made Edward extremely uncomfortable. He suppressed his nausea and fear, took out a badge from his pocket, and showed it to the monster.
The moment the badge appeared, the disgusting licking sensation disappeared. The monster’s soft, slippery body trembled, and a black, egg-shaped object was squeezed out from its body.
To prevent the egg-shaped object from falling to the ground, Edward instinctively caught it. Unexpectedly, the monster exploded into countless bubbles and turned into a pool of liquid that was out of place with its surroundings in the blink of an eye.
Is this the end?
Edward looked at the egg-shaped object in his hand. It was about the size of a person’s head, but very light. It was not smooth to the touch as expected; rather, its surface was very rough, like stone.
As long as he took this thing back, he could get that money. Edward’s heart was burning, but his mind was blank.
He looked around vigilantly. After finding nothing unusual, he returned to the sewer entrance, preparing to go back the way he came.
“You’d better leave that thing behind.”
A low voice, reminiscent of a sickly patient, suddenly sounded. Edward’s body went cold. He only belatedly realized that a faint, complex aura was approaching him.
Edward hesitated for almost no time. He immediately transformed into a werewolf and swallowed the black stone egg in one bite.
If they wanted to take his things, they would have to cut open his corpse first!
“Truly courting death… cough cough, you could have died less painfully, tsk, though I don’t know if you have such procedures.”
As the voice sounded again, a person wearing a black trench coat, with a sallow complexion and looking utterly listless, slowly emerged from the rain.
Edward felt unprecedented pressure from him, especially the aura emanating from him, which was a mixture of many scents. Edward, proud of his keen sense of smell, could only detect the scents of poisonous plants like deadly nightshade and oleander.
He initially thought the other party was an investigator from the Disciplinary Bureau, due to the black trench coat he was wearing, but this thought was quickly discarded.
The sickly man took off his trench coat and casually threw it on the ground, revealing his weak and emaciated body.
“Cough cough cough… You have three seconds to escape…”
Three seconds?
Before Edward could react, his vision went black, and a sweetness filled his throat. He immediately spat out a mouthful of black, foul-smelling blood.
“It seems your poison resistance is much lower than I expected. You look good but are useless.”
He shook his head, thinking it would be a difficult mission. He didn’t even see an enemy along the way. The suspected boss couldn’t even withstand a single voodoo spell.
“In other words, compared to NPCs, the real danger in this mission are other players?”
The sickly player thought this, and seeing Edward’s giant body collapse on the ground due to the voodoo spell, he stepped forward without hesitation to finish off Edward. After all, he was a fragile voodoo sorcerer, and one swipe from those big claws would likely eliminate his health bar.
Moreover, compared to NPCs, it was more important to deal with other players first.
“Brother, this mission was discovered by our studio first. If you back down and leave here, we can compensate you afterwards. But if you are determined to oppose us, then what you lose will be more than just mission rewards.”
“Cough cough… Who are you?”
The voodoo sorcerer turned his head and found that it was not a single player who had arrived, but it seemed to be from the same guild or studio. It was fine to fight one-on-one, as no player could defeat him, but it was troublesome to fight many. The voodoo sorcerer thought with some annoyance.
“We are the top White Star Studio. If you’re sensible, you should withdraw yourself.”
“Never heard of it. Do any random guys dare to call themselves top?”
The leader seemed like an idiot. The voodoo sorcerer immediately lost the desire to argue with them. He took out a potion and was about to release a large area-of-effect skill, when he saw those people suddenly look panicked. Before he could cast his spell, they were frightened?
Is this what the top studio boasts?
Before the voodoo sorcerer could think further, he felt a gust of wind blow past him, lightly taking away half of his body while passing through those rubbish studio players, and disappearing into the night.
It was only then that he realized that the cunning ghost NPC had not lost its combat ability due to poisoning, but was pretending to be that way, waiting for him to let down his guard or look away.
