Bonus Chapther [2] - 320 Power Stones
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Three days later, Rigel had been sailing for a long time, he gave up trying to sell those items now. He would keep them on the ship and look for an opportunity in the future. Instead, he was following the compass, heading towards Blackbeard.
However, this event was more rewarding than expected. Rigel was quite surprised to discover that there was indeed gold in the carriage, although only about two kilograms in gold coins. It was still better than nothing, perhaps it was the reward for the guards.
Another point was the adventure book.
[Congratulations, writer, your legend has begun to spread across the sea. The devil's child, the witch child, controller of the dead and snakes, the people of London are terrified by the carnage your zombie caused, thankfully they burned him quickly.]
[Your fame, or rather, infamy, has reached a level acceptable for decades to come, meaning that if you wish, you can leave this world at any time from now on, although the reward may leave much to be desired.]
[I recommend you keep up the hard work, Writer!]
Rigel blinked, staring at the message for a long time, but he refused to leave yet, he still had much to achieve in this world. Rigel looked away towards the sea as the adventure book closed behind him.
Looking at the compass, he was ready to add a few more lines to his legend, with a soft click, the compass closed, the wind cut across Rigel's face as a slow smile formed on his face.
//-//
On the Interceptor, no wind blew against the sails, the sea seemed endless, and the sun, despite being at its highest point, didn't create that scorching heat sensation.
The ship was empty, no pirates, no snakes, no Jack causing trouble, except for a figure standing on the deck.
Sitting calmly on the empty floor, with a rat standing in front of him, preening its fur and squeaking from time to time, Rigel read the transfiguration book with a furrowed brow, his wand in his hand.
This was the Dragon's Dream, a mental landscape that appeared when Rigel slept in the count's coffin.
Here he could practice magic calmly and safely, his magic was limitless, and he didn't feel tired. Furthermore, no matter what he practiced, even if his mind was damaged from practicing dark magic, when he awoke, it all became a simple nightmare, only his proficiency increased.
It was a magical place to train and one of the best effects of this item [Platinum].
However, being able to cast spells without fear didn't make him more talented, so Rigel still had to practice step by step.
He could choose the mental landscape, create vivid projections, although not very intelligently, including bringing projections of things close to him into this world, which is why he still had a book in his hand.
He tried the spell again, the rat finally turned perfectly into a chalice, Rigel sighed in relief, it hadn't been easy, but he had succeeded.
Even so, he didn't stop yet, reversing the spell, he practiced again, and again... he kept practicing the transfiguration of the rat into a chalice until he woke up, each time it became a little easier, each time requiring less concentration.
When he noticed the landscape slowly turning into mist, his consciousness returning to reality, he opened his eyes, feeling particularly good.
Clarity was also evident, it wasn't like waking up with the mind still starting to work, but waking up fully awake and ready for the day.
The experience remained, although there was still a slight sense of detachment from the dream that grew with time.
He opened the coffin lid with practiced ease, the daylight filtering through the cracks in the wood. No one noticed the strange coffin in the corner of the lodging, only the fact that Rigel disappeared during the night was clear, but as a 'Witch', no one found it very strange.
Rigel exited the coffin and left it there, like a bound item, whenever he wished, he could summon the coffin back to him even if he wasn't on the ship. Aside from its powerful concealment effect, it was so strong that even if someone passed by and ignored it, no one would stumble, their minds simply prevented them from moving forward without finding the situation strange.
Magic was truly multifaceted.
Curious, he summoned a snake and took his wand, pointing it at it, moving the wand in the correct pattern and chanting the spell, the snake slowly transformed into a perfect goblet.
Rigel nodded contentedly, the progress was clear. Although he avoided training during the day, night was still his practice time.
Of course, to avoid danger, he let Jack, Salazar, and the other snakes see the coffin, in case anything happened, they would wake him up.
Restoring the poor snake to its original appearance, Rigel began his daily hygiene routine, grabbed his pistol, had breakfast, and finally went out to see the light of day. Wherever he went, he cleaned whoever was in his path, keeping everyone on the ship clean. The pirates were startled at first, but soon got used to Rigel's cleaning habits. The one who liked it the most was Elizabeth, she practically ran to Rigel every morning.
"Good morning, Captain." Anamaria said as soon as she saw him. Rigel had officially named her First Mate, she had the best experience commanding a ship in his crew, so it wasn't a difficult choice.
"Good morning, where are we now?" Rigel asked.
"Already in the Mediterranean Sea, near Spain." Anamaria thought for a moment before suggesting a point from which he could orient himself.
Rigel nodded, taking his compass out of his bag. He looked in the direction and asked Anamaria to start making some adjustments to the route, they had deviated slightly during the night.
The pirates around them soon began to work, Clemens and Anna among them. Anna had dressed better, now clean, she was indeed beautiful. She drew closer to Anamaria and Elizabeth, the only women on board. Clemens was talking to Will not far away, listening to some stories about what they had encountered before. The man of science was finding it increasingly easier to adapt to the hidden supernatural world that surrounded him.
The pirate mobs had difficulty containing themselves with so many beautiful women on board, but fear of Rigel was still greater than their frustrated desire.
Marty was teaching George, the 9-year-old boy, something, and judging by the low-level punching motion, Rigel felt he didn't want to know what that guy was teaching.
Jack, the monkey, had stolen Ragetti's eye again, which led to a chase around the ship with Cotton's parrot flying around, screeching excitedly, already forming a small mob with Jack and Salazar, when the monkey managed to drag the snake away for 'fun'.
Pintel, Cotton, John, and Billy were playing cards, with other pirates watching and betting on it.
Jonas and Thomas were practicing with wooden swords, but in Rigel's eyes, it looked practically like playing with sticks, it was hard to even watch.
Anna and Elizabeth were mending a fishing net, wanting to supplement their dinner, which currently consisted mostly of dried fruit and dried meat.
Rigel looked at all this, feeling strangely at peace, he had long forgotten the pleasure of company beyond that of a grumpy old house-elf.
Remembering Kreacher, Rigel smiled, missing the elf. He wondered if he should take Kreacher on his next adventure, this time he didn't know where he would end up, and with his power, if something happened to Kreacher, he wouldn't forgive himself.
Although death poses no danger to him, the same cannot be said for those he brings with him.
Whether it's the food he eats, the potions he uses, or anything else, even if he dies, they wouldn't come back with him, everything would have been consumed. The same goes for living beings, if something dies here, it's truly dead.
When he becomes strong enough to protect the elf, and besides packing a suitcase like Newt Scammander's, he can think about taking the elf along.