I am about to set sail. I wish you a smooth journey in finding your memories and a safe journey for myself as well. Your student and friend, Klein Moretti.

Believe in the might of deities, but do not trust “Their” benevolence.

Anderson followed by his side, completely ignoring the glares of the Golden Dream’s crew. With a smile, he strolled forward as he looked around, treating it as his own home.

This identity was that of a bounty hunter, a lunatic who was eager to go on an adventure at sea to get rich. In accordance with Klein’s wishes, his name was Gehrman Sparrow.

After that day, Klein undoubtedly began to seriously consider how to answer such questions. Now, with great confidence, he landed his right palm on the armrest and said with a deep, meaningful glint in his eyes. “It’s because it’s a secret.”

“Call me... Call me Shermane...” “Shermane.” Xio couldn’t help but frown as tears brimmed in her eyes. Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Are you really not considering becoming my Blessed?” Klein opened his mouth and gave a familiar answer: “Kill me.”

If it were any other mission elsewhere, Klein might’ve asked his dear poet to remain quiet, but here, he felt that it was good for him to say something-anything.

Based on the current situation, the Goddess was an angel investor of the Tarot Club, the major shareholder...

He cast his gaze over towards the area above the gray fog, casting it at Klein, who was seated at The Fool’s high-back chair. His deep voice sounded once again: “Mysteries...” Suddenly, without any forewarning, Klein’s thoughts erupted with a boom.

Without waiting for Klein to react, the two Hounds of Fulgrim lay down in the void of the spirit world and wagged their tails. They wagged their tails. Klein’s mouth was agape, wondering if he was dreaming.

'Something so major actually happened in Backlund this week? Klein seems to have obtained information from the Church... Why don’t I know any of that?' As he listened, Leonard shot a look at The World Gehrman Sparrow with an odd expression.

Danitz originally wanted to jump off the ship and walk in front of the believers of Mr. Fool to announce that they had been saved, but after glancing at the height of the people from the City of Silver, he silently held himself back.

“She taught me, and she held me by the hand as we adventured. She watched me grow up. To me, she’s my captain and my teacher, as well... as well as my mother...”

“We have too many things in common. In a sense, we are old friends who have met before.” With that said, “He” smiled and said, “We meet again, Mysteries.”

Leonard came to a realization as he said with a hint of puzzlement and laughter, “Klein, you seem to have changed a little. I mean, you’ve become more like the past, no longer wearing that gloomy expression.”

Klein looked around and couldn’t help but exclaim, “These figurines are not cheap! “Don’t tell me Emlyn is a vampire who is obsessed with figurines?”

Every journey has its destination.

Then, she heard Miss Justice’s usual greeting that lacked her exuberance. “Good afternoon, Mr. Fool. “You saved Backlund again!” 'Ah? What? When was I saved again?' The Moon Emlyn listened blankly.

'If such an easily deceived fellow were to die, it would be difficult for me to obtain any more information regarding the Forsaken Land of the Gods or the secrets of the ancient era...' The Hanged Man didn’t find it problematic to offer help.