By the time Klein left 47 Blackhorn Street, he had already figured out Wencter's basic situation.
He changed his appearance, disguised himself as a policeman, and found out this from the neighbors.
" Simim Island, the farthest island in the Rorsted Archipelago. It takes four to five hours to get there from Bayam by ferry, and there are only two ferries a day, at 9 am and 10 am. I've already missed it today... Wencter's parents are long gone, and he has no relatives. The only person involved is a girl he can't forget, Renee, who would be the perfect subject for my first real Acting, suitable for a novice like me. But the thought of confessing on Wencter's behalf still makes me feel genuinely awkward... If that girl agrees... Oh my god, how am I going to handle this..." Klein thought with a troubled expression.
He tried hard to recall the novels he had read and the movies and TV shows he had watched, hoping to find the most perfect solution.
Soon, he had a general idea, his mood stabilized, and his thoughts began to shift towards the matter of "Iron" Maviti.
"Hopefully Miss ' Magician ' can get the radio receiver soon..." Klein sighed silently as he boarded a taxi.
Backlund, Cherwood Borough.
Fors opened the letter Hugh had brought back.
This came from science fiction novelist Avril, who happily shared with Ms. Wall the development history and application prospects of radio technology in his letter.
Fors skipped the beginning and middle, his gaze sweeping over the end.
"I introduced three options, along with detailed addresses and approximate prices. The most expensive one is only £12." Fors nodded slightly, feeling that this wasn't a particularly important business deal.
She suddenly felt a bit arrogant, perhaps because she had become accustomed to transactions of hundreds or thousands of pounds in the Tarot Club, and she didn't even care about items around 10 pounds.
Mr. "World" has resources and money, and we might need to buy things from him in the future. As for selling things we don't need, well, just add a stamp fee, round-trip carriage fee, and ceremonial material loss fee to the original price... Fors quickly made up his mind and subconsciously looked out the window.
Backlund was still gloomy and drizzly, though the fog wasn't as thick as before.
"I wonder when ' The Sun's' Spirit Eater's stomach will arrive..." Fors felt he couldn't wait to advance.
The City of Silver, the Berg family.
Derrick had prepared the stomach pouch of the Spirit Eater and several materials specified by Mr. " The Hanged Man," but he was in no hurry to offer them as a sacrifice to Mr. " The Fool."
He planned to wait until the "chief" leader of the exploration team went out or presided over certain rituals before making any attempts.
"This is the safest and most reliable way... Hmm, be cautious, be careful!" Derrick reminded himself, then opened the "Manuscript of the Black Rock Book of the Giant King's Court " in front of him.
For some time now, he has been reading this ancient book, from which he has glimpsed a few aspects of the Giant King's Court in ancient times.
According to ancient texts, that is the royal court of the gods!
Time seemed to stand still there, forever shrouded in Twilight. All the buildings were extremely magnificent and spectacular, even soaring into the clouds.
Humans walking inside feel incredibly small and will feel a deep sense of awe for such a scene and its inhabitants.
Backlund, Hillston Borough, Vampire's House.
After listening to the explanation Emlyn White combed his hair with his fingers and deliberately asked:
" Baron Excellency, I forget where I heard it, but in the Second Age or the first half of the Third Age, there was a very famous city-state called ' City of Silver '."
Vampire is a Vampire Baron is over 200 years old, but he doesn't look old at all. Instead, he looks like a mature man in his early thirties.
His black hair was neatly combed back, he wore a dark red cotton shirt, and held a brown pipe in his hand. Enjoying the warmth of the fireplace, he pondered as he spoke:
"No, at least in my memory, there was no City of Silver before the Cataclysm."
Before Emlyn, he continued, as if talking to himself:
"But there was a Nation of Silver, originally ruled by the Giant King's Court, which later came under the control of that one."
The Nation of Silver? Emlyn White pondered for a moment and said:
" Baron Excellency, do you have any more specific details?"
Vampire looked up at him, smiled, and recalled:
" The Nation of Silver holds a rather unique position within the Giant King's Court. They do not directly worship the Giant King Ormir; instead, they worship the Queen of the Giant King's Court, Omebella."
Bayam, the " City of Generosity," Dock Borough, Lime Street, " Azure Wind " hotel.
Klein stood at the street corner, took off the citrine pendant from his left wrist, and used Divination to confirm that there was no danger ahead.
Feeling confident, he strolled leisurely back to the hotel, went up to the third floor, and opened the door to the deluxe suite.
To his slight surprise, " Blazing " Danitz had returned and was lounging in an armchair drinking.
After carefully considering his character's tone, Klein calmly asked:
What time is it?
"Isn't there a wall clock?" Danitz muttered.
He looked at the opposite wall and read the current time:
"3:40 PM..."
Before he could finish speaking, Danitz suddenly snapped to attention, sat up straight, and chuckled twice, saying:
"I've asked around everywhere I needed to, and I've asked everyone I needed to ask for help. There's no need for you to stay outside any longer; that would increase the risk of exposure and disrupt your hunting plans!"
Klein found a chair, sat down, and began to speak expressionlessly:
"Tell me what happened."
"What problem could there be? Although I'm primarily an adventurer chasing treasure, I'm also a qualified part-time pirate." Danitz felt his abilities had been insulted.
After being given a cold glance by Gehrman Sparrow, he put on a smile again and briefly reviewed where he had gone in the morning and afternoon, who he had met, what news he had heard, and what he had talked about, picking out the key points.
Hearing Daniz lament that a ghost ship pirate captain named Alger actually knew about Bansi Port, Klein suddenly felt like frowning.
Given Mr. The Hanged Man's relationship with the Church of Storms, he wouldn't have known about the changes in Bansy Harbor before I Manipulation the "world" and brought it up. How could Alger have known? Was it a higher-ranking member of the Church of Storms, a powerful figure disguised as a pirate, or someone with connections to the cultists in Bansy Harbor? Hmm... Mr. The Hanged Man has been active in this area, so it's possible... Klein's heart stirred as he recalled the characteristics of the Hanged Man.
Above the Gray Fog, although he couldn't see the members' specific appearances clearly, he could still tell at a glance whether they were male or female and what their hair color was!
Klein raised his hand and pressed down, stopping Danitz from saying anything more, and said in a low voice:
"Hair is messy and dark blue?"
"You know him? This guy's not simple!" Danitz exclaimed.
As expected... Heh, I really didn't expect to run into him like this... Klein didn't respond at all, but leaned forward and said:
"Continue."
Danitz didn't think much of it and roughly described what happened next, defending himself by saying:
"You know, when it comes to gathering information, no one can be sure when you'll get results. After contacting everyone you can, the only thing you can do is wait patiently, which will inevitably take a considerable amount of time."
"There are other ways, no need to wait," Klein said casually.
"What method?" Danitz asked in surprise.
Klein pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and a small smile gradually spread across his face:
"Use bait."
"A decoy?" Danitz looked at the other person, somewhat puzzled.
In just a second, he came to his senses.
He himself is the only one who can become bait!
When it comes to fishing, nobody cares whether the bait will actually be swallowed; they only care about whether they can pull the prey up!
Simply put, "bait" is a high-risk species!
"Haha, this isn't a very good idea. Hmm, my gut feeling tells me that we should be able to get something from the ' Red Theater.' I'll go take a look now!" Danitz grabbed his coat and rushed out of the room impatiently.
Klein had intended to stay far behind " Blazing " to see if he could find any clues, but suddenly he heard layers upon layers of illusory pleading voices in his ears.
This comes from a man.
Klein paused thoughtfully, then turned and walked into the restroom.
Ten seconds later, he appeared above the Gray Fog and saw the deep red star corresponding to the " The Hanged Man " constantly expanding and contracting.
Sure enough... Klein sat down, leaned back in his chair, and exuded Spirituality.
The voice of the " The Hanged Man " suddenly became clear:
"Dear Mr. ' The Fool,' I am investigating the matter of ' Vice Admiral Iceberg's ' key. I encountered ' Blazing ' Danitz at the Gold Coin Casino. From him, I learned that he was involved in the Bansy Harbor incident and plans to join forces with a powerful figure to deal with 'Iron' Maviti."
"I suspect that ' Blazing ' Danitz is collaborating with one of your Blessed, so I pray to you."
"If that's the case, and he wants some cooperation, I can offer some assistance."
Mr. The Hanged Man did indeed guess Gehrman Sparrow's identity... He probably only had a slight suspicion, and by inquiring about Bansy Harbor, he successfully obtained confirmation from Danitz... That's good, with the help of this local bigwig, the plan to hunt down "Iron" Maviti will go much more smoothly... Unless they can directly strike at " The Fool," there's no point in the Hanged Man's prank on his Blessed... And judging from his performance and attitude, he doesn't have any suspicions about " The Fool " yet... I haven't left any loopholes either... Klein's mind raced, and he quickly made a decision.
After the Divination, he manifested the "world," shrouding the dummy in mist, assuming a praying posture, and solemnly responded:
"Great ' The Fool,' I need some cooperation."
After completing this scene, Klein sent the information, along with the sound and images, into the crimson star symbolizing the " The Hanged Man."