"Good morning!"

In the early hours of the morning, Germain and Danniz pushed open the door and found Quin hanging from the ceiling like a spider with intricate vines. Ever since he had suffered from mental illness, Quin had become increasingly spirited.

Hanging upside down, he smiled at them, saying, "I thought I was the only one who couldn't sleep. Did you guys have fun last night?"

Klein, disguised as Germain Sparrow, automatically ignored the second half of the sentence. He adjusted his hat and spoke in a low voice, "We're preparing for a hunt."

Danniz nodded eagerly behind him, his excitement almost overflowing.

"Yo!" Quin's eyes lit up. The word successfully sparked his curiosity and desire for exploration. He flipped down from the web of vines and said excitedly, "Count me in!"

Danniz's expression changed, and he was about to agree with delight.

He was well aware of the true strength of the seemingly crazy bishop before him, which was akin to the extraordinary ability of "Toxin Expert" Frank Lee, representing him as an equally powerful extraordinary person of Sequence Five.

Moreover, there was Quin's mysterious wooden giant and the exceptionally powerful vines, all of which could elevate him even higher above Sequence Five extraordinary individuals.

With Quin's help, this "hunt" could only be described as "a sure win".

However, Danniz's imagination was shattered by Germain Sparrow's words.

He said, "No need."

Before Danniz could cast his puzzled gaze, Germain continued, "The more people involved, the greater the chance of the 'Punisher' finding out. Moreover..." He paused for a second, then said expressionlessly, "Next time... I might need your help. I'll pay you, and I hope you'll agree."

"Eh..." Quin elongated the last syllable in disappointment, but he quickly changed his mood. He patted his chest confidently, saying, "No problem, won't be long. Even if it's a demigod, I've just shown you!"

"A demigod?" Klein narrowed his eyes slightly.

Standing beside Germain, Danniz inexplicably felt a chill.

Klein silently tightened his cane, a series of familiar faces flashing through his mind. He silently said in his heart, "Yins Zangweil! You must keep your life until that time!"

"...Let's go."

He waved his hand and led Danniz out, pushing open the wooden door, ready to set off.

"Oh, by the way!"

Quin suddenly stopped them.

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Germain and Danniz turned around in unison.

You've even picked up the captain's habit... Klein quipped in his mind.

Quin reached out a hand, palm open, and two dark-green small branches slowly grew out, resembling small arms with intricate and mottled patterns.

He threw the branches to them, saying, "I'm off."

"Back to Bikini Beach."

"If you need to find me, just use these branches to write 'Quin is super handsome' on the ground. My messenger will appear. You can contact me in this way."

"It won't be long before I have time to hang out with you again." He winked, "If the one at home agrees."

Klein casually took the branches, examining them for a moment, then suddenly said, "Is it necessary to add the words 'super handsome' at the end?"

"Ah, um, well... Ehehe (///▽///)～☆!"

"Hmph..." Germain chuckled lightly, put away the branches, waved his hand, and walked out of the inn with Danniz.

"Am I not handsome enough... Sob."

Quin muttered as he peeled his leather suitcase off the vine web. Besides clothing, there were also several hundred pounds in cash inside.

The calmly crafted potions and makeshift talismans were all packed in the inside of his coat.

Suddenly, the morning sun penetrated the shadows, illuminating the room. He involuntarily glanced out the window.

The "Generous City", which was perennially filled with the aroma of spices, was now bathed in the newborn sunlight; the loud calls of workers came from the distant dock; in the streams of people coming and going, the passion for life was evident on the faces of people of all ages.

Every person in the city seemed to be striving to create the meaning of life, and all these scenes were fully reflected in Quin's eyes.

At this moment, he seemed to have a more intuitive understanding of what "life" meant.

He smiled, put on his bishop's hat, straightened his bishop's robe, and headed towards the port.

...

Quin sat on the edge of the bed, staring fixedly at the rolling waves outside the window. A lingering whisper came to his ears:

"Life... is the most perfect creation..."

"And you... are my most perfect one..."

The illusory, ethereal, and crazed murmurs seemed to come from the starry sky, stirring Quin's brain and agitating his tainted soul.

"Give it up." He spoke routinely.

"As long as I don't recite your name, this level of murmur won't affect me. Besides, it's equivalent to me listening to my own murmur."

"You don't understand... you and I will eventually become one..."

"I understand!" Madness flickered in Quin's eyes.

"I understand..."

"This is... futile resistance...!"

"Hehe..." A smile curled up at the corners of Quin's mouth, but he wasn't actually laughing:

"Your biggest mistake is..."

"You gave me life,"

"Mother."

He closed his eyes, took out a vial of potion, uncapped it, and downed it, temporarily ignoring the annoying murmur and the constant empty ringing.

Around him, glass bottles were scattered all over the floor.

Quin slowly opened his heavy eyelids, his mind unable to stop pondering:

My current state is not good, pollution is rooted in my soul, to remove it, I must seek the help of the Mother Goddess, fortunately, She should still hold goodwill towards me at the moment.

But if I want to advance, I will inevitably face the interference of the Fallen Mother Goddess, which is extremely dangerous, I must seek the help of some entity...

Why not ask Mr. Fool for help first? I still have many entries in my Russell Emperor's diary, and he should agree. Just blocking the interference of the Fallen Mother Goddess for a while shouldn't be a big problem for him.

Thinking of this, Quin felt a little relieved.

He glanced at the clock. The delivery time promised by the "Hanged Man" was approaching, and his mood gradually became excited and nervous.

Finally, the familiar vortex appeared on time before him, and a beautifully crafted metal box appeared before his eyes. The box seemed to be made of special extraordinary materials.

Without opening it, Quin could sense the faint attraction emanating from the box. That was the core of the giant that he needed.

Along with the box appeared a small note.

Quin picked up the box and looked at the note. On it, in heavy and steady fonts, it was written:

"Mr. Emperor, the gift has been received. It's practical and looks good. Thank you for your generosity. May the Fool protect you."

Quin finished reading the note, a sincere smile