Klein didn't answer whether it was right or wrong, stopped walking towards the bedroom, and said calmly:
That's a problem.
"Yes, yes, yes, the question! A baseless and purely slanderous question! And I have already given a negative answer." Danitz responded happily, emphasizing that he had never admitted it.
Klein nodded slightly:
"I will clarify things with your captain."
Clarification... Danitz was first stunned, then his mouth was half open, his expression Distortion.
He was a man of considerable experience, so he stopped arguing and refuting, and forced a smile:
Is there anything I can do for you?
Klein took a quiet breath and used his " Clown " ability to control his facial expression:
"Listen carefully."
"Yes, okay!" Danitz readily agreed.
Seeing Gehrman Sparrow turn and walk towards the bedroom door, he couldn't help but blurt out again:
"You're not going to ask the captain to clarify things again, are you?"
Klein turned the handle and replied expressionlessly:
"Listen carefully."
After saying that, he pushed the door open and went inside, then closed it behind him before a smile could spread across his face.
The next day, after breakfast, Klein changed into wide-legged trousers, a thick brown jacket, and a baseball cap, and went out looking completely different, leaving Danitz alone in the room to watch the radio receiver.
Along the way, Klein's appearance changed again, making him look more and more like a native.
He found a specialized shop and bought linen gloves, a shroud, and a body bag. Then, based on the features of the surrounding environment he had seen while browsing the prayer images, he made his way to the underpass and found the girl who had died in the corner, in the mud.
Because it was still winter and the weather wasn't hot, the corpse hadn't shown any obvious signs of decomposition, but the festering skin and the stench still made Klein instinctively feel nauseous.
He didn't come to bury the girl who wanted to live like a human being last night because, due to recent events, nighttime security in Bayam was unusually tight, and the cemetery didn't open until dawn.
Klein took out a small metal bottle, poured some " Oil of Krag " onto his hand, and rubbed it on his nose.
A pungent sensation invaded his mind, and the minty smell, mixed with disinfectant, filled his sense of smell, making him as clear-headed as if he had just fallen into an ocean of Levitation ice cubes, no longer affected by other smells.
Klein put the metal vial back in, put on his gloves, took a few steps forward, and squatted down next to the female corpse.
He first unfolded the shroud, wrapped the body in it little by little, and then gently placed the body into a body bag.
With the bag on his back, he deliberately passed through some of Bayam's busiest streets, all the way to the outskirts of the city, and climbed halfway up the seaside mountain along a narrow road impassable by carriage.
Here you'll find the Church of Storms and the Governor's Palace, which have prepared a cemetery specifically for the local indigenous people.
The cemetery for outsiders such as the Loen, Intis, and Feynapotter who came here to trade, adventure, or settle is on the other side of Bayam, backed by a forest, flat and gentle.
Klein climbed higher and higher, entering the nameless cemetery, and found the gravedigger dozing off.
"How do you want him buried?" the gravedigger asked, pointing to the body bag. "If you want it for free, you'll have to wait a few days until the morgue has enough bodies to cremate them all together and bury them in the same grave. Of course, a priest will perform a ritual to Placate the deceased's spirit beforehand. It will cost 5 Soli, and he will have his own urn and a niche. It costs 2 pounds, including the urn, the plot, and the tombstone. If you don't want cremation and need a coffin, you can go there to choose one; different types of wood have different prices."
Klein thought for a moment, then took out a 5- Soli note and handed it over.
"What's your name?" The gravedigger counted the banknotes, picked up his dip pen, and asked politely.
He doesn't actually know how to write words; he just draws symbols to help him remember them.
Klein paused for a second and said:
" Bodi."
" Bodi..." the gravedigger repeated softly, drawing a symbol.
He didn't look up and continued:
She could have an epitaph written on the grid.
Bodi is a typical Rorsted Archipelago native female name, so the gravedigger no longer got the gender wrong.
Klein remained silent for a few seconds, then spoke in a low voice:
She is a person.
"She was a person? What a strange epitaph..." the gravedigger muttered under his breath. "Is there a photograph? I know you don't."
Before he could finish speaking, the other party handed him a "photo".
It was a portrait created by Klein through a ritual, perfectly reproducing what the girl looked like before she fell ill. In order to avoid suspicion, he used the appropriate paper and certain techniques to make the portrait look like a real photograph.
The gravedigger was slightly surprised, but didn't say much. He quickly took the documents and, together with Klein, carried the body bag to the priest's hut.
After the funeral rites, cremation, ashes collection, photo placement, and epitaph engraving were all completed, Klein took one last deep look, then turned and left the cemetery.
As he descended the mountain path, he saw the entire Bayam:
The seawater is a pale blue-green, stretching to the horizon. The harbor is filled with layers of sails, towering chimneys, crisscrossing streets bustling with people, and dense estates all around, teeming with plants. In the distance, wide roads and straight railway tracks... It's like a beautiful oil painting by Planeswalker, full of vibrant energy and indescribable vitality.
At the top of the bell tower attached to the Sea Waves Cathedral, Jahn Kottman, the High Deacon of the Church of Storms and " The Mandated Punishers," stood on the edge, gazing at the breathtaking sea and the mountains stretching into the distance along the coastline.
Bayam is relatively low in pollution because mining, smelting and other industries are located in other cities on the island. Bayam is Pillar for the spice trade, brothels and casinos, and a center for the exchange of goods. There is no established industry, and coal for heating is used very infrequently due to the suitable temperature.
As soon as " Sea King " Jahn Kottman looked away, he saw a " Mandated Punishers " running up the spiral staircase.
" Kottman, we have new intelligence," the " Mandated Punishers " said, striking his left chest with his right fist.
"What?" asked the Jahn Kottman as he turned around.
The " Mandated Punishers " handed over the note in his hand:
"Information from within the resistance indicates they have received a response from Kavithua and are working on a new statue."
"A new statue?" Jahn Kottman unfolded the note and quickly glanced at it.
He immediately turned his head to look into the interior of Blue Mountain Island, where the jungle stretched like a sea, and pondered for a moment before saying:
"Search for any unusual areas in the archipelago waters."
From this intelligence, he confirmed one thing: the mysterious person who took away Kavithua's remaining characteristics had not left the waters of the Rorsted Archipelago. This could be accurately determined by the fact that the other party could impersonate Kavithua and respond to the believers.
At the same time, Jahn Kottman was well aware that the Beyonder Characteristic left behind by Kavithua had gone completely mad before his death, would inevitably have serious negative effects, regardless of whether they formed into a real object, and would inevitably lead to anomalies in the surrounding area.
He believed that it wouldn't be easy for that mysterious person to find the correct sealing method.
Even if it is found, the response to the prayer will be uncontrollable, revealing the problem.
This is the clue!
"Yes, Kottman, the Storm is with you!" The " Mandated Punishers " bowed again.
Upon entering Bayam City, Klein dispelled the " Faceless's" powers when no one was watching and returned to the " Azure Wind " Inn by carriage.
As soon as he Door Opening and entered, he saw Danitz sitting in front of the radio receiver with a strange and solemn expression.
"Any results?" Klein asked in a low voice.
"No, no." Danitz raised his right hand and waved the newspaper in his hand. "My bounty, my bounty, has been increased to 5,500 pounds..."
This is almost as good as "Iron Man" Maviti!
This prevented him from going out for a walk or drinking, so he could only stay in his room and listen to the signal.
This rate of appreciation is truly enticing... Klein was momentarily at a loss for words, and could only say expressionlessly:
This is just the beginning.
"Mr. Ten Thousand Pounds."
"... bullshit!" Danitz cursed inwardly, but dared not show the slightest disrespect on his face.
"Those were all done by Gehrman Sparrow, so why did my bounty increase? Those sons of bitches from the Church of Storms Kingdom's military!" He forced a smile and shook his head, his facial muscles Distortion.
Klein suppressed a laugh, ignored him, and went back to his bedroom to catch up on some sleep.
Just then, he saw a letter suddenly appear, float down from mid-air, and land right in front of him.
Klein raised his right hand and grasped the letter.
The messenger didn't even show his face this time, just left? Klein clicked his tongue and casually opened the letter to read:
"... There are two ways to obtain a messenger. One is to come up with an accurate description, hold a ritual, summon the corresponding Spirit World creature, and sign a Death pact with it. The other is to directly enter the Spirit World, find the messenger you wish to obtain, sign a pact with it after obtaining its consent, and Record the precise description for future use."
"The first method is simpler, but quite dangerous, because the creature that fits the description may be a powerful Spirit World or a strange evil spirit. Every time you summon it, you can't be completely sure what you will attract, and this is a risk that Divination can hardly avoid in advance."
"The danger of the second method is that finding a suitable messenger is not easy, and there is a risk of getting lost in the Spirit World."
"Unless you are Traveler, I do not recommend the second method. I can provide some verified 'descriptions' for the first method. As long as the process is accurate, the level of danger is quite low, but it may not be to your satisfaction. In addition, the contract requires the use of the power of the Death domain, which you can provide with my copper whistle."
The format includes the following paragraphs...
"Of course, if you don't mind, I can give you a messenger and have it sign a contract with you..."
"Give it to me? No wonder that messenger didn't even dare to show his face..." Klein thought to himself, as if suddenly realizing something.
Considering that he had taken the previous messenger as a bodyguard, only to have him unfortunately killed by Mr. A, which led to subsequent messengers becoming increasingly disrespectful to him, he politely declined the offer of the gift in his mind.
"The first method or the second? The first one is prone to problems; I might get beaten up on the spot by the summoned reserve messenger... The commonly used descriptions aren't unique enough, and the messenger's abilities are questionable... The second one? I'm not afraid of getting lost; I can return directly to the Gray Fog, and in my spirit form, I can use the ' Sea God Scepter.' I'm also not afraid of having my blood drained by Spirit World creatures. Hmm, it has to be done outside the archipelago, otherwise I'll be bothered by the prayers." Klein quickly made his decision.
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