... I didn't even have to bring it up myself... I was actually a little embarrassed to ask... Klein secretly breathed a sigh of relief, pondered Gehrman Sparrow's character, and said calmly:
I don't take advantage of others.
As soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it a little, fearing that the " Vice Admiral Iceberg " might actually change his mind.
Edwina's light blue eyes flickered slightly as she said:
"The only condition is that if you discover anything, tell me the answer."
Phew... Klein stopped rambling and nodded slightly:
"Good."
A few dozen seconds later, he returned to his room, clutching the iron-black key that was as big as a seven-stringed lyre.
At that moment, a burst of excited and passionate singing came from the foredeck:
How captivating your eyes are, like the morning sunlight;
Every night, as darkness falls, I wander alone, my heart filled with sorrow, yet I stubbornly wait for the light;
"Oh, how captivating your eyes are, like the morning sunlight..." (Note 1)
Klein instinctively went to the window and peered outside. He saw that the campfire was already lit, and the idle crew members of the Golden Dream " were gathered around it, some grilling meat and fish, some gulping down drinks, and others dancing an unorthodox but lively dance to the song of " Singer " Orpheus. The atmosphere was extremely cheerful.
The enticing aroma of sizzling grease wafted upwards, and Klein saw Anderson Hood among the pirates, drinking and eating heartily, occasionally shouting and telling jokes. He seemed to have become a member of the " Golden Dream," no longer the ostracized figure he once was. Danitz, on the other hand, was nowhere to be seen; at least Klein didn't find him near " Iron Sheet " and " Bucket."
As long as he doesn't provoke me, Anderson's social skills are pretty good... Maybe that's the information-gathering ability of a " Conspirer "? Hmm, he might be transferring all his hatred onto me...
I wonder if Danitz will be motivated by this incident. If he can improve step by step and gain greater strength, then I, the " The Fool," will no longer have only myself as my subordinate, and I won't have to constantly maintain the trinity. Heh, I, this Hidden Existence, will finally have a real follower, an employee I can directly command, although for now it's just Danitz... I must say, it's still rather meager...
As Klein sighed, he began preparing the ritual to sacrifice the " Giant Key " onto the Gray Fog.
Just then, he was suddenly struck by Spirit Intuition and instinctively activated his Spirit Vision, looking to the side.
One by one, white bones were thrown out, coalescing into messengers whose eye sockets burned with black flames.
The messenger's body was mostly on the lower level, so it was almost level with Gehrman Sparrow. However, its hand holding the letter was still huge, seemingly able to completely envelop Klein's head.
Mr. Azik replied quite quickly this time... Klein nodded politely as he took the letter and unfolded it.
Just as he was about to read the contents, he suddenly noticed that the skeletal messenger was still standing in the same spot, unlike usual when it would disappear immediately after delivering the letter.
"Is there something you need?" Klein asked, surprised.
He had just opened his mouth when an idea suddenly flashed through his mind, and he quickly added:
"If you need a reply, I will summon you again."
The skeletal messenger nodded its enormous head, then its body suddenly disintegrated, cascading down like a waterfall and returning to the Underworld.
"Last time Reinette Tinekerr was waiting for a reply, and this time the Bone Messenger is too... Is this some new rule or regulation in the 'messenger world'? Bah, there's no such thing as a 'messenger world' at all. Everyone hires their own, and most messengers are 'part-time'... Hmm, just now the Bone Messenger gave me the feeling that it was a little wronged..." Klein shook his head, not thinking too much about it, and turned his attention back to Mr. Azik's letter:
"... Simply put, from the moment one acquires divinity and advances to Sequence 4, it is a gradual process of evolving into Mythical Creature. This process does not end until Sequence 2. Therefore, there is a fundamental difference between Angel and Saint. In ancient times, the former could even be called gods."
"Every Demigod, including Saint and Angel, has their own Mythical Creature Form. This is a non-human form that combines complex knowledge, divine qualities, and Concealment symbols. Ordinary people would suffer serious harm, or even go insane, just by looking at it. The higher the Demigod's rank, the stronger and more inescapable this harm becomes. Therefore, beings at this level must always control themselves and not reveal their corresponding form, otherwise their mere existence would bring disaster to the surrounding area."
"For Demigod, a major characteristic of losing control is that they lose their reason and can no longer restrain their Mythical Creature Form."
"However, the Mythical Creature Form of the Saint is incomplete, still retaining obvious characteristics of its original race. Strictly speaking, it must reach Sequence 2 to be considered a true Mythical Creature..."
I wonder if the " The Hermit " lady wants blood from a true Mythical Creature, or if Will Auceptin's birth counts. He's Sequence 1 " Snake of Fate," an absolute Mythical Creature, but his condition isn't quite right... Once I have more things to say, I can write them down on a paper crane and ask him all at once. Hmm, I only have two more chances to write, so I have to be very careful. But I'll be returning to Backlund soon... Thinking of this, Klein calculated when Will Auceptin, this " Snake of Fate," would be born.
He didn't try to recall exactly, but based on his memory Will Auceptin was pregnant last November, and it was now mid-April.
So, He will be born in July? Or maybe a little earlier... Klein thought to himself, not entirely sure, after all, he had no girlfriend, no wife, and certainly no child in his past life.
He quickly gathered his thoughts, temporarily setting the matter aside, and began to set up the ritual, offering the " Giant's Key " to himself—the reason he didn't use the method of carrying it in spirit form was because the key was too heavy for Klein to move at the moment.
He quickly arrived above the Gray Fog, sent the enormous, iron-black key flying onto the surface of the bronze table, and carefully examined it several times.
After confirming that there was nothing unusual, he conjured paper and pen and wrote down the Divination statement:
"This is where the key corresponds."
Clutching the papers and holding the keys, Klein leaned back in his chair and drifted off to sleep, murmuring to himself.
This time, the first thing to appear in the hazy gray world is a Distortion, semi-transparent barrier. Then the camera zooms in, and suddenly a heavy gate more than 10 meters high appears.
The gate is predominantly blue-gray, with numerous symmetrical symbols, logos, and patterns engraved on both sides, giving it both solemnity and mystery.
The dim light of Twilight cast a hazy glow, giving the double doors a distinct sense of decay, as if the world's daylight was nearing its end and eternal darkness was about to descend.
Immediately afterwards, Klein noticed a dark hole, about three or four meters high, on the left side of the door, the size of an adult human fist.
The scene quickly shattered, the dream ended, and Klein opened his eyes.
"A gate similar to the Black Monastery but a different color... the light of Twilight... My interpretation is that this represents one of the gates of the ' Giant King's Court '... Hmm, the earliest Distortion semi-transparent barrier should be a symbol of the ' Forsaken Land of the Gods ' being isolated from the outside world, so without the Gray Fog to clear away interference, no matter how Divination, you can't see the scene you want..." Klein tapped his fingers lightly on the edge of the mottled long table, making a certain judgment in his mind.
He has decided to buy the " Giant's Key "!
After busily bringing the £5,000 in cash back to the real world, Klein tidied up the items on the table, took the thick wad of cash in his hand, and left the room once again, heading towards the captain's cabin.
"Ha, Gillschies's ' Apostle of Desire ' bounty is just a key plus 1,000 gold pounds..." Klein glanced at the banknotes in his hand and knocked on the " Vice Admiral Iceberg's" door again.
With a creak, Edwina appeared in the doorway Gehrman Sparrow was holding, her eyebrows twitched slightly, her eyes widened, and she suddenly spoke with a bright light:
"You have results?"
Klein hummed in agreement.
"I've got the answer; it seems to be related to the ' Giant King's Court '."
"The ' Giant King's Court ' from mythology?" Edwina asked, her eyes sparkling.
Klein nodded slightly in agreement.
Edwina parted her lips slightly, as if she wanted to ask something, but in the end she said nothing and simply accepted the £5,000 in cash.
She glanced back at the rows of bookshelves in the captain's cabin, hesitated for a few seconds, and then said to Klein:
"If you are interested in these books, you can borrow them anytime during the day."
My only request is... Klein silently wondered what " Vice Admiral Iceberg " was about to say next.
"My only condition is that you have free time to discuss history with me." Edwina paused, then added, her eyes sparkling:
Klein chuckled to himself, thought for a moment, and said:
"Okay, but I won't answer all the questions."
At the same time, he silently prayed in his heart:
Hopefully, " Vice Admiral Iceberg's" collection contains more advanced methods for making talismans...
"No problem." Edwina's lips twitched slightly, and her expression became much more lively.
"See you tomorrow." Klein then removed his hat, placed it on his chest, bowed, and took his leave.
Edwina returned the greeting earnestly:
"See you tomorrow."
Backlund, Iron Gate Street, outside the " Bravehearts Bar ".
Emlyn White left the carriage, pushed open the wooden door, and went inside.
He was immediately irritated by the mixed smells inside and disgustedly pinched his nose.
He hadn't made much progress in the race to hunt down the " The Moon Primordial " followers, so he planned to go to the " Bravehearts Bar," which Sherlock Moriarty often mentioned, to find Ian, a black market arms dealer who seemed to have a lot of information—Imlin had heard about Ian's name from other sources before Emlyn arrived.
Note 1: Adapted from the lyrics of "My the Sun ".
PS: There will be an extra update at midnight. From now on, I will update five minutes earlier than usual, because I often get stuck at midnight.