World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 337 Atlantic Ships

"You will find her, in the box, on the ship's cabin, under the blue sky and sea, heading south."

Gerd Nibo puffed on his pipe, and thick secondhand smoke billowed from the skull's mouth, eye sockets, and nostrils, like a human-shaped humidifier.

Lin An nodded slightly, "That's true."

As the creator of alchemical life, he naturally knew where Lin Xile was, and only wanted to take the opportunity to test the "location function" of [Gold Nibo].

After Zisekedi's death, he searched the entire Kinsasha using the "Hand of Lucifer Lofolk" from the Grimoire of the Dark Lord, but could not find the whereabouts of the other fingers.

During his communication with the devil, Lucifer Lofocal cunningly tried to get Lin An to sign a series of unequal contracts or offer extra compensation, only to be forced to confess under duress.

—He doesn't know.

The devil reluctantly said that what Linan was looking for was not found in Kinshasa or even the entire Bantu region; it had been taken far away from the country by people.

The Great Demon Codex is a medium for "War Emperors," and its power's reach is not wide enough. Lin An thought.

With the disappearance of Enzambhi's finger, Lin An's research on the "One Eye of God" was forced to stop. While considering other materials that could be used to improve the item, Lin An was still trying to find the "Witch's" and "Chief's" fingers.

Although the [Gold-Seeking Hen] is also a medium for finding items, it not only consumes two precious "Seekers of Knowledge", but it is also a physical item to find - a clucking hen is just too conspicuous.

If the finger is taken by the mysterious figure from [Black City], the appearance of the little black hen is very likely to alert them, and may even lead them to trace back to Lin An.

Although the scope of "Mother of Desire" is also not large, [Gold Nibo] has the advantage of consuming less medium.

Most importantly, the medium, though seemingly mysterious, is actually quite straightforward, unlike the cryptic demon who can easily trap you in his words and cause you great harm.

From now on, we'll use voodoo magic to find things.

Just as he was about to embark on his journey, Gerd Nibo, who had faded into the smoke, suddenly spoke.

"and many more!"

"What's wrong?" Lin An raised an eyebrow.

I hope this company won't ask for any payment like Lucifer did.

“He has the wisdom of Lucifer, and I have the humor of Samedi.” Gerd Nibo picked up his pipe with his index and middle fingers and made a “raise” gesture. “Always Bet on Black.”

"..."

What a lame pun.

Lin An let out a breath.

Gerd Nibo's words implied that in the instant he summoned the voodoo medium, he briefly possessed Lin An's "body," knowing that he was weighing the pros and cons of questioning him or Lucifer Lofocal.

Supernatural powers.

One of the three wisdoms of the universe by Hermes Trismegistes.

Suppressing his chaotic thoughts, Lin An manipulated the Philosopher's Stone to create air currents, leaving the bustling city center of Abishang and flying straight towards the Ivory Coast.

…………

The Atlantic Ocean is always hot, with sparse clouds drifting by, revealing a pure and flawless blue sky.

The ancient, fine white sand served as a sanctuary for the people living by the sea and was also the port where Lacoão intersected with world trade. The air was filled with the pungent smell of fish mixed with the dampness of sea salt.

All sorts of people walked around, some with ruddy skin, others with tanned skin. As they passed a magnificent white ship, they all cast strange glances at it.

The bright red poppies on the snow-white hull, the ivory-carved cross on the bow, and the large canvas umbrella held high all seem out of place with the locals carrying wicker baskets, transporting fresh coconuts and avocados, and using straw hulls as "armor" to prevent sunburn.

"A disaster."

On the ship, two sailors, one fat and one thin, worked together to carry a suitcase and hid in a secluded corner to slack off.

"The press conference not only failed to help the Lacono candidate win votes, but also drew attention to the nuclear leak at our Bantu plant," the skinny sailor lamented.

"Shh, it's not a big deal," the fat sailor whispered. "Didn't you see the clarification?"

"what?"

"As the international journalist spoke, the Chamber of Commerce’s public relations department urgently posted the identity information of the factory’s legal representative at the time: a Bantu citizen, a secretive Tutsi, and a private anti-presidential figure who orchestrated everything out of hatred for the Hutu people."

"Is the Chamber of Commerce implying that we were unaware of this?"

"Pretty much. The report says the Chamber of Commerce gave that guy a job to address Kinsasha's unemployment and escalating conflict, and who would have thought he'd 'repay' us like this?" The fat sailor scoffed. "Stupid, stupid gorilla."

"It's heartbreaking."

"The ancestors of Flanders painstakingly learned the language here, bringing faith, reason, and knowledge as if they were cultivating wasteland. We are now doing the glorious work of missionaries, extending human civilization."

“I found our chamber of commerce’s announcement.” The skinny sailor took out his phone and scrolled through the comments. “It seems that most people who are paying attention to this matter have put aside their criticism of the factory.”

"The effect is quite good."

“Tsk.” The skinny sailor picked his teeth. “There’s a comment that says the Flemish were the first to provoke racial conflict, and that they have no right to condemn the hatred between the Tutsi and Hutu. They also say we fabricated and distorted history.”

"Damn! He doesn't know anything." The fat sailor took the phone and readily clicked the report button. "Before lions have their own historians, the history of the hunt will always belong to the hunters."

"What about those comments that sarcastically say the Red Poppy Merchant Guild is the biggest reason for Kinsasha's unemployment?" "They can't keep hurting others just because they were victims themselves—there has to be a limit." The fat sailor shook his head. "Otherwise, they're no different from terrorists."

"well said."

"Huh? So many Laconians are speaking up for us," the fat sailor said, quite surprised. "We're from the same Southern Continent, and neighbors, so their voices carry far more weight than any Western Continentsman's."

"real or fake?"

"The Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce has consistently cooperated with the Southern Continent in a way that benefits the people. As a Lacounár, I am proud to say that the Chamber has provided a path to promote sustainable economic development. It is a real pity that the Bantu let this opportunity slip away."

"These people are really going to great lengths to curry favor with the West." The skinny sailor reached for his phone, trying to grab it back. "Let me see what else they said."

"I haven't finished reading it yet! It's hilarious! The Laconians are united in attacking the Bantu and vehemently criticizing any comments that defend the Bantu. It's so funny!"

The fat sailor dodged away, still wanting more, while his companion stumbled and tripped over his suitcase with a "thud".

The locks on the box made a slight click, opening a crack through which golden light shone onto the brand-new, snow-white deck.

"Son of a bitch!"

The skinny sailor immediately bent over, wincing in pain, while the fat sailor put away his phone and frantically tried to close his suitcase again.

Unexpectedly, the box suddenly wouldn't close. Sweating profusely, the fat sailor's patience dwindled, and he couldn't help but grab both sides of the box and forcefully smash it towards the center.

"Praise! Praise! Praise!"

The box groaned under its own weight, as if once the contents shifted, it could never be sealed shut again.

"What's going on? Why can't it be turned off all of a sudden?" The fat man was sweating profusely and his ears were bright red.

"Just open it and you'll know!" the skinny man shouted angrily.

"It's all your fault, you fucking!"

"What's it to me?! Who knew that kicking it would make it impossible to close? Isn't there a gold bar inside? How could I possibly kick it and deform it?"

The two men, cursing and swearing, pressed down on both sides of the box and suddenly spread it open.

"Gululu..."

Thick black hair spread out like a carpet, and a young girl's head with wide eyes opened. A faint smile appeared on her pale lips as she met the gazes of two sailors.

This horrifying scene seemed to freeze time; the sailors' minds went blank, and they felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar in the middle of summer, trembling uncontrollably.

"Excuse me, can you do me a small favor?"

The girl's head spoke in a calm and indifferent tone. The sailors saw the neatly arranged gold bars melt away, their metallic forms transforming and overflowing like tiny rivers along the edges of the boxes.

"Gurgle, gurgle..."

The molten metal soaked their shoes, ran down their trousers, and onto the bodies of the two sailors, the icy touch sending chills down their spines.

The sailors blinked their dry eyes and looked at the strange sight. Thin iron rings, spaced several centimeters apart, bound their limbs, from the widest part of their thighs all the way to their fingertips. Each ring seemed to be custom-made for them.

Not only that, the liquid flowed into their hair and enveloped their heads.

"Giggle."

The sailors couldn't utter a word; their teeth and tongues chattered like hail hitting a rain shelter.

"Take me to the captain's cabin." The girl smiled slightly, her head melting again, golden liquid overflowing the entire box, solidifying, and forming gold bars that made every merchant's eyes light up. "Be gentle, or I won't mind performing a frontal lobe removal surgery on the spot."

"Well!"

The metal rings in their hair tightened suddenly, and the sailors groaned.

As employees of the Red Poppy Merchant Guild, they had seen all sorts of strange and mysterious people, but this bizarre experience was a first for them.

However, the sailors understood that as ordinary people, they were powerless against the mysterious beings.

Despite the girl's hostile intentions, the two had no choice but to obediently pick up the chest containing the gold and walk with slightly strange, zombie-like steps toward the captain's cabin where Jacob was.

This woman is Lin Xile.

This alchemical being represents the ultimate essence of alchemy. In addition to her immense power and exquisite skills, she can freely transform every part of her body into any form of metal and convert it back at any time.

This is the meaning behind the code name Lin An gave her—【Emera】.

"Because it will represent all that is exquisite and penetrate all that is hard."

"This is how life is created."

The sailors avoided the merchants coming and going on the ship and headed straight for the door on the upper deck, with the wind blowing smoothly all the way.

"Bang bang bang!"

The knocking interrupted Jacob's train of thought; he stopped writing and frowned.

An exquisite notebook lay open before him, its elegant pencil script depicting one possibility after another for destiny and the future.

(End of this chapter)