Chapter 249: Violent Dismantling of the Ghost Ship

Thud!

Kicking open the cabin door, Liszt strode in with the Red Blood Sword in hand.

Upon entering the room, he suddenly realized that the reason for the concentration of magic here was the densely carved magical runes covering the walls.

The square cabin contained only a simple square table and a bench. On the table lay a book and an inkwell, with a quill pen dipped in the ink.

Green magical runes flickered continuously, creating an atmosphere of mystery and enchantment.

"Arf arf!"

After squeezing into the cabin, Hiddleston immediately rushed to a section of the wall and barked loudly. Following Hiddleston’s gaze, Liszt saw another pale human face materialize on the wall.

It opened its mouth and shrieked, "Damn it!"

"Go to hell!" Liszt raised the Red Blood Sword and thrust it forward, piercing and bursting the pale face.

But on another wall, between the gaps of the magical runes, another pale face appeared, with blurry features and a sharp voice: "Curtis, you madman!"

"Shut up!"

Liszt was about to strike again, to burst this thing that seemed to be neither a ghost nor a spirit, but then he paused. This thing didn’t seem to have any harmful power, so he decided to listen to what it had to say.

He held back his sword.

After shouting those words, the face dissipated.

Then, on the third wall, another pale face appeared, screaming, "They’re coming after us!"

Next, on the fourth wall, a pale face emerged and screamed, "Great Mage, save us!"

"So, these are like messages left by the crew before their deaths?" Liszt took a deep breath, walked to the edge of the table in the center of the cabin, and prodded the book on the table with the tip of the Red Blood Sword.

The book didn’t seem real, as it was outlined by magic.

At this moment, the first pale face, which should have been burst, reappeared and screamed, "Mom, I want to go home!"

"Arf arf!" Hiddleston barked in response.

Liszt ignored him.

When the sword touched the book, he clearly felt it was a solid object and that no traps or mechanisms were triggered.

Reassured, he picked up the book with his hand.

It was thick and heavy, with the title *To His Highness Anut, Curtis Truth* inscribed on the cover. After a quick glance, he tried to put the magical book into the gemstone space.

It went in easily, confirming that this was a real book, not something between reality and illusion conjured by the ghost ship.

Of course, it might still be a book between reality and illusion, but the special properties of the gemstone space allowed it to exist within.

Just then, another pale face appeared on one of the walls, shouting, "Serve His Highness Anut!"

"His Highness Anut?" Liszt continued to work, stuffing the inkwell, quill pen, table, and bench into the gemstone space. "If I’m not mistaken, His Highness Anut is a prince of the Sapphire family? A prince who didn’t ascend to the Grand Duke’s throne?"

The names of the Sapphire family all start with an "A," which stands for "An," in memory of their ancestors.

The first Grand Duke was Dragon Knight Anderson Sapphire, the second was Anflor Sapphire, the third was Andite Sapphire, the fourth was Anchek Sapphire, and the current fifth Grand Duke is Andrew Sapphire. This is common knowledge among the nobility.

If a noble doesn’t know who the recent Grand Dukes are, they are certainly not qualified.

"There has never been a Grand Duke named Anut."

As he pondered, another pale face appeared, screaming, "We’re finished, it’s Andite’s fleet!"

"Hmm?"

Liszt’s heart skipped a beat. Andite was the name of the third Grand Duke!

On one side, they shouted loyalty to Anut, and on the other, they screamed about Andite’s fleet pursuing them. The answer hidden in the fog became clear. Anut must have been a member of the Sapphire family competing for the Grand Duke’s throne, likely a close brother of Grand Duke Andite.

Considering that Marquis Cohen was executed for participating in a palace coup, it follows that Marquis Cohen probably supported Anut.

In the end, Andite won.

"Alright, I’ve learned this palace secret. What should I do next?" Liszt looked at the empty cabin and the densely carved magical runes on the walls, deep in thought.

Pale faces continued to appear on the walls, repeating various screams.

"They’re coming after us!"

"Damn it!"

"We’re finished, it’s Andite’s fleet!"

"Serve His Highness Anut!"

"Mom, I want to go home."

"Great Mage, save us!"

"Curtis, you madman!"

"No!"

The shrill screams filled Liszt with annoyance, and time did not allow him to think too deeply. The longer he lingered here, the more people might die above... all self-inflicted, just like Captain Morodo’s son, whose ship had encountered a ghost ship and only two sailors returned alive.

"Damn it!"

Liszt sheathed his Red Blood Sword at his waist, then pulled out a fine steel battle axe from the Gem Space. He aimed at the wall of the cabin and swung the axe with all his might.

Bang!

Wood splintered from the wall, and magical runes scattered in all directions. Hiddleston tried to chase after these runes, but they passed through its body and flew back to the wall. Even the wood that had been split by the battle axe gradually began to dissipate, and the wall slowly repaired itself.

"Hmm?"

Liszt was not to be deterred. He swung the axe again, splitting a large piece of wood that fell to the ground. Watching the wood gradually dissipate and new wood faintly appearing on the wall, he had an idea. He picked up the fallen wood and threw it into the Gem Space.

In the next moment,

The shadow of the new wood on the wall dissipated and could no longer repair itself. The magical runes that should have been inscribed on the wood lost their medium and floated quietly in the cabin.

Liszt smiled. "It works!"

Next, he kept swinging the battle axe, continuously destroying the wall, and throwing each piece of wood he cut off into the Gem Space. "I don’t care what your ghost ship is about. I’ll tear down all four walls with your magical runes and see how you can still play tricks!"

As he demolished, he panted, for this was hard work. "If tearing down the four walls isn’t enough, I’ll use my entire 160 pounds to tear apart the whole ghost ship today!"

Clang.

Clang.

With Hiddleston barking encouragement and the constant appearance and disappearance of pale, shrill screams, Liszt used the battle axe to hack away at the cabin's four walls, one piece of wood at a time, stuffing them into the Gem Space. Only the supporting pillars outside the walls remained, swaying precariously.

All the magical runes fell from the wood and floated in mid-air.

When Liszt took away the last piece of wood, the runes seemed to react in a chain reaction, rapidly spinning and reassembling before his astonished gaze, forming a female mage cloaked in a magical robe.

Her emerald green eyes, visible under the hood, coldly regarded Liszt.