As Audrey spoke, everyone else's gaze also focused over.
The World said calmly, "There is indeed still a bit of trouble. Regarding this, I would like to issue a commission. I need a ship to help me leave that deserted island."
Audrey and the others shifted their gazes toward Alger. As for matters at sea, only Mr. Hanged Man currently had the ability to resolve them.
Alger suppressed the reluctance in his heart and said indifferently, "There are no shortage of deserted islands on the sea. You need to provide a specific location before I can think of a way to get a ship there."
"It should be somewhere in the waters near the Rorsted Archipelago."
The World gave a relatively reliable location. This was the approximate position he had determined over the past few days through observing the surrounding sea, the starry sky overhead, the direction of the ocean currents, and many other factors.
"Should be?" Alger frowned slightly.
"Yes. I drifted on the sea for a period of time before ending up on the deserted island, so I can only infer that it is roughly located in the waters near the Rorsted Archipelago."
Alger shook his head. "The information you've given is too little. I don't have the ability to have people survey all the waters near the Rorsted Archipelago."
The World said with some disappointment, "Is there no other feasible method?"
"The sea is dangerous, especially in some places that have yet to be explored. There are also dangerous waters near the Rorsted Archipelago that ships need to avoid. Your luck may be very bad."
After thinking for a moment, Alger also taught The World some knowledge on how to survive on a deserted island and how to attract the attention of nearby ships.
"Mr. Hanged Man, thank you for your help," The World said sincerely.
Alger's expression eased considerably. His wariness toward this new member also faded quite a bit.
Having just joined the Tarot Club, he had already asked Miss Justice and himself for help one after another. Even if he managed to escape in the future, his say in the Tarot Club would have to defer somewhat to him and Miss Justice.
Fors, who would not let any detail go, asked, "Mr. World, how did you end up stranded on a deserted island?"
"The ship I was on encountered huge waves and was unfortunately swept into the sea. I happened to be holding on to an empty oak barrel and drifted on the sea. In the end, the tide pushed me onto the beach of the deserted island."
Fors nodded and silently recorded the relevant information about this new member in her heart.
The World looked toward Miss Justice. "I am still trapped on the deserted island. As for the debt I owe, I can repay it with some Beyonder knowledge. Of course, you can also choose to discuss this matter after I escape."
Audrey said very generously, "Mr. World, I deeply sympathize with your situation. Providing some food and water is only a small bit of help. As fellow members of the Tarot Club, I do not need you to pay me anything in return."
As expected of Miss Justice. She doesn't care about such small favors at all.
Klein sighed inwardly, and his mood relaxed considerably.
…
After the Tarot Club ended, Klein returned to the deserted island. Following the wilderness survival knowledge provided by Mr. Hanged Man, he began cutting down the thorny bushes and the scarce large trees.
Thick smoke during the day and firelight at night were relatively easy ways to attract the attention of passing ships.
Among that survival knowledge was information on how to efficiently and reasonably create billowing smoke.
Unfortunately, his luck was very poor.
After staying on the deserted island for another week, he still did not encounter any ships passing nearby.
This made him begin to worry that the deserted island he was on might be located within one of those dangerous sea regions.
There was a terrifying stone church on the island. Perhaps it really would be listed as a forbidden zone that should not be approached.
During this period, he had already surveyed the entire island. Other than the center of the island, there was nothing special anywhere else.
This was simply an island poor in resources.
"Don't tell me I'm going to spend the rest of my life on this deserted island…"
Klein had tried using his underwater breathing ability to leave the deserted island by swimming, but the waves nearby were truly too strong. One wave after another beat him back mercilessly.
As for cutting down trees to build a boat… there were very few trees on the island, and most of them were malnourished and twisted in shape.
"If Miss Justice could sacrifice a steamship to me, maybe there would still be a chance to leave this place."
Klein thought somewhat fancifully. Unfortunately, with his current strength, he was still unable to accomplish this.
Perhaps he would only have that ability after advancing to a Higher Sequence.
Sitting beside the campfire, Klein ate the strawberry-flavored ice cream from Backlund with a worried expression.
Mm, this was also something Miss Justice had sent him.
Aside from ice cream, Miss Justice had also sent him many good things he usually could not eat or was reluctant to spend money on.
This gave him the illusion that he was being kept and fed by Miss Justice…
Another three days passed. Klein was once again slapped back onto the beach by the merciless waves.
Lying on the sand, he tilted his head back and looked at the seabirds that could fly freely in the sky, then sighed again.
Just as another disappointing day was about to pass, Klein suddenly caught sight, from the corner of his eye, of what seemed to be a ship approaching the island from the sea.
He first froze and blinked. Then he hurriedly got up and rubbed his eyes a few times. Sure enough, he clearly saw that a small ship was slowly approaching.
Hope had finally arrived!
Klein was overjoyed. He quickly placed the remaining damp firewood onto the fire to create even thicker smoke. At the same time, he waved a cracked piece of light gray canvas that had drifted in from the sea and shouted loudly, hoping the people on the ship would notice him.
His luck was truly quite good. That ship steadily headed in his direction. Clearly, the people on board had already seen the smoke.
Aside from joy, Klein also secretly raised his guard. There were many pirates at sea; who knew whether this ship carried goodwill or malice?
To prevent any accidents, he quickly buried all the food remnants that had come from Miss Justice's feeding under the sand.
When the ship gradually approached to the point that he could clearly see the situation on board, Klein sucked in a cold breath and took a few steps back.
The figure sitting cross-legged at the bow of the ship was tall and thin. His silver hair reached down to his vest, and he wore a simple and plain linen robe. Behind him were layer upon layer of wings made of light.
At just the first glance, a thought surged into Klein's mind: Angel!
The figure on the ship basically matched the image of the angel Little Sun had seen in the murals inside the ruined temple.
Klein's heart beat violently, and his mind went blank for a moment. An angel had walked out of myth and legend into the real world.
He did not know whether this angel was one under the Ancient Sun God, or one of the Eight Kings of Angels.
He could not think about these things!
Klein worked hard to control himself and stop thinking about the Ancient Sun God and the Eight Kings of Angels.
His heart was full of worry. He did not know whether the special qualities on his body would be seen through.
But he also could not turn and run, because there was no way he could slip away in front of an angel. Moreover, such behavior would not fit the image of a castaway struggling to survive on a deserted island.
The ship slowly reached the shore. Just as Klein tried hard to put on an ecstatic expression and step forward to talk-
The angel at the bow merely swept a calm glance over him. Then he flapped his wings of light and flew into the sky, heading toward the center of the island.
Very soon, intense movements came from there. The entire island seemed to have been struck hard by a heavy hammer, producing a rumbling sound. Klein was directly shaken to the ground.
At that moment, another figure walked out from the ship. Although the other party's clothing and aura were different from before, Klein still recognized his identity at a glance: Mr. A of the Aurora Order!
Back then, it was this Mr. A who had taken away the divinity within Lanevus right in front of them.
Wasn't he the person in charge of the Aurora Order in Backlund? Why had he suddenly come to the sea, and why had he so coincidentally appeared before him?
If he discovered that Klein was a Nighthawk of the Church of the Evernight Goddess, he definitely would not let him go.
Putting aside whether or not he could defeat Mr. A, a Sequence 5 Shepherd, the angel traveling with him could crush him to death a dozen times with just one finger.
Now, he could only hope that after being trapped on the deserted island for over ten days, his appearance was very different from when he had been in Backlund, and that he would not be recognized at a glance.
After all, they had only seen each other briefly back then.
Klein secretly cried bitterly in his heart, but on his face, he still had to reveal an expression of extreme joy as he quickly walked up to Mr. A.
Bending down in a bow, he said, "Sir, I am a castaway who unfortunately ended up stranded on this deserted island. Thank you for your arrival. I hope that when you leave, you can take me away from here. I can pay you sufficient compensation for this."
Klein even cooperatively reddened his eyes, just short of shedding tears.
Mr. A, who was gazing at the movement in the center of the island, withdrew his gaze and looked Klein over. Calmly, he said, "Do I look like the kind of good person who enjoys helping others?"
"…" Klein froze when he heard this. Indeed, this was Mr. A of the Aurora Order. How could he possibly do something like helping a stranger?
Leaving him on the deserted island to fend for himself would already be his greatest mercy.
If there was some secret on this island, then he might very well kill Klein.
Should he strike first? This thought flashed through Klein's mind in an instant, but before he could put it into action,
That angel had already returned, flapping his wings of light. The dangers on the island still could not deal with a genuine angel.
To make a move in front of an angel… he did not want to die that badly.
Klein could only continue forcing a smile and shamelessly say, "As long as you can help me leave this place, I can pay a reward of 1,000 pounds!"
Although he knew that 1,000 pounds was far from enough to move an angel, he still tried his best to play the part of a castaway who desperately wanted to leave the deserted island.
Mr. A ignored Klein. Instead, he respectfully spoke to the figure who had landed on the bow of the ship. "Lord Ouroboros, did something happen just now?"
It's over!
I'm dead for sure!
This angel was actually the Tail Devourer, Ouroboros!
The Angel of Fate, one of the Eight Kings of Angels under the Ancient Sun God!
Klein's scalp went numb. He no longer held any hope of staying alive.