How was he here?
No, I should have asked: why had he come here?
Was there something on this ship attracting a Demigod?
He couldn't be here for me, could he?
Klein, disguised as a Loen Gentleman, was just as "dumbfounded" as the passengers around him. He watched as the Demigod slowly swept his gaze around, clearly searching for something, then walked through the stunned travelers and entered the cabins.
Klein silently breathed a sigh of relief. Then he saw a figure fly out of a cabin door and land hard on the deck. It was a suspicious passenger with his face covered by a scarf.
The man had fallen in such a way that half his face was exposed. His nose was red, and his mouth was covered in a thick beard still smeared with saliva. His nearly triangular eyes were filled with terror as he braced himself against the deck with both hands and tried to scoot backward.
"Who told you to carry that item and dress like this?"
The blue-eyed, high-bridged Demigod emerged from the cabin, speaking Intisian.
"No, I don't know! He was dressed like this too. He gave it to me, gave me 100 pounds, and told me to take this ship to the Southern Continent before returning on my own!"
The suspicious passenger shook his head frantically. Then he saw the blue-eyed man's gaze suddenly sharpen, as if it were about to pierce his soul. Sweat instantly poured from his forehead, his body trembled violently, and he stammered out another explanation.
The Demigod withdrew his gaze, apparently having confirmed something. Blazing white flames suddenly surged from his body, then transformed into a massive Flame Spear that shot toward Hallman Port.
"A simple but ingenious trick... Have someone pretend to board the ship and leave,