This was the adventurer they had encountered at Bikini Beach before, looking somewhat gloomy. Quinn suddenly felt a sense of familiarity with this traveler from afar.

"You are... Bishop Quinn Fry?" Klein asked, peering through the thick fog, trying to make out the newcomer's face. Upon closer inspection, he noticed Quinn's resemblance to the "Queen," albeit appearing even more... delicate.

Klein observed Quinn and couldn't help but be amazed. During their previous tarot meetings, Quinn had only mentioned being lost at sea, unable to pinpoint his location. Through the dense fog, Klein only knew that the intrusion of the Fallen Goddess had been eliminated, unaware of Quinn's other contaminations.

Quinn's eyes seemed to display a hint of madness, and his body showed slight mutations... he was on the brink of losing control! Klein kept his expression neutral, not wanting to agitate Quinn. He spoke softly, "You seem to be in quite a state."

"Huh?" Quinn first seemed puzzled, then waved it off nonchalantly, "It's nothing, I can handle it!"

He opened his hand, and various herbs magically sprouted from his palm. Then, with a tight grip, he mashed the concoction and stuffed it into his mouth.

Chewing nonchalantly, he explained, "Although not as effective as potions made from extraordinary materials, these herbs can at least temporarily drown out the noise in my head."

He swallowed the concoction, flashing an innocent smile. He then inquired, "Are you here to rest too?"

Klein, somewhat amused, watched Quinn with amusement as he marveled at his audacity.

Previously, during their tarot sessions, Quinn had simply mentioned being lost at sea. But since he didn't even know his own location, there wasn't much anyone could do to help.

Klein agreed without hesitation, knowing that with the recent incidents, safety lay in numbers. Moreover, from their first encounter, he sensed that this adventurer was not to be trifled with.

Stolen novel; please report.

"Of course," Klein agreed, and behind him, the man couldn't help but whisper, "Are you serious? I feel like this guy is much more dangerous than anything outside!"

"Dannitz, he's my friend," Klein replied calmly but earnestly. His indifferent gaze swept over Dannitz, who shivered and fell silent, conceding.

Quinn's gaze wandered between the two as he asked, "So, have you found the person you're looking for?" He glanced at the family with two children and three bodyguards nearby.

"We have," Klein nodded. Turning to the family, he said, "There have been some changes in Banshee Port. Are you staying here or coming back with us?"

The well-dressed man leading the family held his wife's hand and replied politely, "All our belongings are on board. We'll come with you."

"Thank you for your help," they said, pulling their children along.

"It's a bit dangerous heading to the port. Let me deal with it," Quinn smiled, snapping his fingers. Dozens of wooden puppets emerged, each towering three meters high, casting shadows on the astonished crowd.

With a flick of his wrist, Quinn sent pinpoints of starlight into the puppets, animating them. Without needing Quinn's command, the colossal puppets surged into the eerie fog of Banshee Port.

With the majority of the monsters cleared by Quinn's puppets, the road ahead seemed safer. "Shall we?" Quinn asked, dusting off his hands with a smug expression.

Klein couldn't help but chuckle at Quinn's exaggerated summoning. Each puppet's strength rivaled that of a Sequence 7 "Warrior" extraordinary! Klein listened to the distant rumbling and marveled silently.

Klein led the way with a lantern, checking the headcount.

More than fifteen people... In case of an emergency, they might lose focus... Luckily, the "Queen's" puppets took care of most of the monsters. Indeed, a hometown friend is reliable!

As they continued, the towering, silent puppets provided a sense of security to both adults and children alike.

Suddenly, the thick fog ahead condensed slightly, and orange light pierced through. A humanoid figure stumbled towards them.

A man in a blue bishop's robe staggered towards them, his face pale and his footsteps erratic.

At the sight of him, Captain Ireland exclaimed, "Bishop Miller!"

The man raised his head, and in his light brown eyes, a reddish glow appeared.

"Wait!" Quinn called out to Ireland, eyeing the figure before them with caution. The ground beneath Quinn's feet began to churn, and his flowing hair writhed uneasily.

"What are you doing?" Ireland was about to assist Bishop Miller when Klein drew a coin and muttered softly,

"He harbors ill intentions."

Ding!

The coin flipped and landed back in Klein's palm, head up.

Confirmation!

Miller, upon seeing this scene, had a glint of crimson in his otherwise pale eyes.