Chapter 252: Messenger of Justice Lister

The goat-headed banner and the figurehead were both magical items made of special materials, which Levis couldn't bear to destroy.

He directly wrapped them in his aura, pulled out the goat-headed banner, and threw it into the gemstone space; then he removed the sapphire dragon from the figurehead and tossed it into the gemstone space as well.

The already small gemstone space was now almost full after this frantic stuffing.

Without the suppression of the goat-headed banner and the sapphire dragon figurehead, the mist that enveloped the ghost ship gradually dissipated, and the people trapped in the fog were about to wake up.

The wooden planks were decaying, visibly aging at an alarming rate.

"Finally, it's over," Levis sighed in relief, hugging Hiddleston's neck, savoring the immense sense of accomplishment.

But suddenly, a sharp scream from the female ghost mage pierced his ears: "No! Damn knight! You've destroyed the Goat! No! You can't destroy the Goat!"

Levis stood on the decaying deck.

As the mist gradually thinned, he remained unmoved by Curtis's screams.

He had a deep curiosity about Curtis, this "lich," and was also intrigued by the so-called "Lord of Dragon Domain plan." He even wanted to study the ghost ship beneath his feet. But the other party was cunning, and he had no means to control her. Staying would be suicide.

So.

"You'd better die. Don't go harming others... or souls... in the Exile Lands."

"No!"

A shrill cry echoed from the cabin, as if it could pierce the eardrums: "Knight, no! Don't destroy the Goat, don't destroy my soulwood!"

Her voice was pitiful and desperate: "Knight, please stop! I will offer you my phylactery, knight, take my phylactery!"

"The phylactery is already in my hands, those soulwoods," Levis sneered coldly. At this point, this evil mage still dared to deceive him, insulting his intelligence.

"No!" the female ghost mage screamed, "That is just my place of soul slumber, where I exile my soul. Before reaching the Exile Lands, I need the soulwood to protect the integrity of my soul! My phylactery, my phylactery, I give it to you. It is the key to my return to the real world!"

"Hmm?"

The shrill cries lingered in his ears, making him feel she was still trying to deceive him.

But the ghost ship was nearly collapsing. According to *To His Highness Anut—Curtis Truth*, even with the soulwood, she would not be able to maintain her lich state without the ghost ship and would die from soul collapse—the ghost ship and she were one.

There was no reason for her to play games at such a critical moment.

With this thought, he led Hiddleston back down into the cabin. The green light that formed the female ghost mage's body was unstable, flickering as if it might dissipate at any moment.

"Where is your phylactery?"

The female ghost mage glared hatefully at Levis, extended her left hand, and plunged it into her own chest.

At that moment, it seemed her chest was torn open, and green light emerged. She slowly withdrew her hand, clenched it into a fist, and quickly presented it to Levis. Opening her fingers, a blue gemstone ring lay quietly in her palm: "Take it, quickly, put the figurehead and the goat-headed banner back, the Goat is about to collapse!"

The Red Blood Sword lifted the blue gemstone ring.

After confirming there were no traps, Levis picked it up, examined it, but saw nothing special: "This thing is your phylactery, don't lie to me?"

"There's no time to lie to you. This is a token of love given to me by Anut... I have no grudge against you, I don't even know you. I just want to enter the Exile Lands with my complete consciousness to find Anut's soul!" the female ghost mage said, then fell silent, only watching Levis quietly.

"If I crush it, will you die?"

"No, my soul is anchored in the soulwood. The phylactery is just the key to ensure I can return to the real world and not get lost in the Exile Lands."

"If I repair the ghost ship, what about my friends?"

"The ghost ship is nearly collapsed and cannot continue sailing in the Exile Lands. It will no longer interfere with the real world and will soon disappear at the edge between the Exile Lands and the real world."

"If I repair the ghost ship, will you leave immediately and not interfere again?"

"Return my soulwood to me, and I will disappear with the ghost ship. Without the soulwood, my soul has no anchor. Entering the Exile Lands, I will lose myself and become a wandering spirit... I only hope you can protect my phylactery, it is my only hope of returning."

"I understand."

Levis turned around, quickly stored the blue gemstone ring in the gemstone space, and left the cabin without looking back, neither agreeing nor refusing.

Watching Levis's departing back, the female ghost mage, who was almost unable to maintain her form, had her eyes flicker with a faint glow.

She seemed to hope for the future, following the ghost ship into the Exile Lands to find her lifelong love, Anut of Sapphire. But after a moment, she realized the ghost ship was still collapsing, the rotten planks completely splitting, and another three-masted sailboat faintly appearing.

Suddenly enlightened.

"No!"

She shouted loudly: "No! No! No! Damn knight! You lied to me!"

...

Standing on the deck, looking at the deck beneath his feet, which alternated between the decaying ghost ship deck and the sturdy deck of a fast sailboat.

The enveloping mist had dissipated, the ghost ship's shadow gradually faded, and the fast sailboat was becoming real.

Or rather, it was gradually returning from the illusion to the real world.

Parris, Captain Leiden, and others around him gradually woke up, looking at everything before them with confusion—this chaotic mix of reality and illusion had claimed many lives.

Fortunately, Levis and Lvera, whom Levis had pulled into the cabin, were unharmed. Parris, Captain Leiden, and the steward Ranieri were also safe.

Levis's two male servants, Tom and Thomas, were smart enough to lie on the ground pretending to be dead, so they weren't killed by the knights.

But he also saw the bodies of his three squire knights, Sean the Red-faced, York the Bald, and Theodore the Sockless. The three young men hadn't had a chance to display their youthful vigor and were forever left on the sea.

"No! No! No! Damn knight! You lied to me!"

The faint, piercing screams of Curtis echoed in his ears.

He felt no sympathy: "A magician as evil and twisted as you deserves nothing but death. Do not come out to harm others again! I, Liszt Tulip, have a sense of justice!"

"No!"

"I will curse you! You damned knight!"

"Ah!"

With Curtis's final scream, the ghost ship shattered into powder, scattered by the sea breeze, and vanished without a trace.

The dark clouds in the sky quickly dispersed, and the sun behind them shone through once more.

After carefully checking the surroundings to ensure there was no sign of Curtis, Liszt dispelled his magic eye and smiled faintly: "Curse me? Do you even know my name?"

Just then.

Parris, who had regained consciousness, saw Liszt and exclaimed with surprise in her voice: "My lord, are you all right?"