"There's danger in the hotel."
Klein recited a divination statement, entered Cogitation, and flicked the gold coin upwards.
Clang!
A weak but clear sound echoed in the quiet room as the gold coin tumbled down and landed in Klein's palm.
This time, the number was up, indicating a negative result.
There's no danger … Klein frowned as he surveyed his surroundings. He took out a bottle of essential oil that had the effect of repelling pests from his coat on the coat rack.
He sprinkled it around him, quickly took four steps counterclockwise, and entered the world above the gray fog to make a confirmation divination.
In just ten seconds, he received a revelation that there was still no danger.
Returning to the real World, Klein shook his head, put the gold coin and bottle back, put on his coat, pants, and leather boots, and sat on the edge of the bed. He leaned back against the pillow and treated it cautiously.
He still remembered his Seer's rules, especially the one that "divination isn't omnipotent." Therefore, even if the answers were very safe, he didn't dare to relax and continue sleeping.
This wasn't to say that he didn't believe in the gray fog's ability to block out interference, but that there were too many possibilities. His divination statement might not be accurate or inclusive, resulting in an incorrect interpretation.
He already had a certain guess about what had just happened. The four adventurers in the restaurant had indeed found an abandoned and forgotten ancient temple in the primitive forest of Symeem Island and obtained wealth or cultural relics. However, they had also alarmed the evil spirits that were struggling at death's door, causing them to be haunted by evil thoughts or curses.
As time passed, Klein suddenly felt a subtle spirituality fluctuation spread out from the nearby room, quickly merging into the surrounding darkness.
The hidden undercurrent that he had sensed disappeared, and the tranquility of the night returned completely.
Indeed … They do possess Beyonder powers … It's settled just like that? Wait a little longer. There's still another hour or two before daybreak … If anything were to happen, there's still the cathedral and the Mandated Punishers here … Klein half-closed his eyes and began Cogitation.
…
Bayam, Amyris Leaf Bar.
Dhaniz, who had made up his mind to fool the monitors, was holding a Lanti Proof as he drunkenly watched the girls in the boxing ring perform a sexy dance.
"Dogsh * t! You haven't lost a single piece of clothing all this time! "he shouted along with the other drunkards.
Then, regardless of whether there was a response, they laughed heartily at each other, clinked glasses, and took a gulp of strong liquor.
"Have you read the newspaper?" A man who was still fooling around in a bar late at night let out a long burp and said to his companion.
"Was your brain eaten by a donkey? Do you think, do you think I can read those squiggly letters? By the storm, I am only interested in such wriggling! Ha, ha, ha! "His companion raised his glass and pointed to the dancing girls, and laughed at what he thought was a humorous reply.
The man who had spoken earlier smacked the back of his head.
"Steel is dead!
"He was killed by 'Raging Flames'!"
Dhaniz, who was nearby, was stunned for a moment before he sat up straight and tilted his head slightly.
He cleared his throat and gulped down a mouthful of hard liquor. He pretended that nothing had happened, but he secretly moved towards the other side, wanting to hear what the others had to say about this matter.
The adventurer and pirate who had brought him into the business had once said that life at sea would be meaningless without liquor, women, and bragging.
"Steel? What Steel? Let me tell you, when I was young, I once defeated a steel pipe! "another drunkard interjected.
"What did you do to the steel pipe? Should I say, oh, you're so meticulous! "The man who spoke first revealed an" I understand "smile.
He didn't wait for an answer as he continued, "Steel Maveti is dead.
"Steel Maveti is dead. Admiral of Blood's second mate is dead!"
He growled the last half of his sentence, scaring a man who couldn't stand still and causing him to slide under the table.
He muttered in horror, "It wasn't me. I didn't do it …"
Dogsh * t! Bars are always so chaotic! Hurry up and get to the point. I'm waiting for you to praise Lord Raging Flames! The disguised Dhaniz wished he could throw the glass in his hand at the group of people's heads.
"The newspaper said that the Navy and the Church worked together. 'Steel' is dead, 'Blood Brambles' is dead, Calm Squall is dead, and John Smith and his gang of scoundrels have been arrested!" A sober drunkard squeezed his way over and joined the conversation.
"No, no, no. That's not the truth!" The man who first brought up the topic shook his head with a smile. "I have a friend in the newspaper. He told me that they have accurate information, but they were unable to publish it. The navy and the Church are just targets to be used. The real murderer is Raging Dhaniz and a mysterious, experienced, and powerful adventurer and bounty hunter. "
"Impossible! There's no way Raging Dhaniz can defeat Steel. Even if it was a sneak attack, he wouldn't have been able to kill Steel! "A few nearby patrons gave similar opinions.
"The main point is that powerful adventurer. I suspect that he's an adventurer close to the level of a Pirate Admiral!" The man who led the conversation emphasized. "I wonder where Dhaniz got to know such a fellow. Heh, he also contributed. It's said that he was the one who killed Blood Brambles! Didn't you notice? Raging Flames's bounty has changed. It's been raised to 4,200 pounds! "
"That's right!"
"Really?"
"Raging Flames isn't simple!"
"What a ferocious pirate. No, a great pirate!"
"Great pirate? I really couldn't tell when I was drinking with him the last time! "
Pui! You son of a bitch, when did I drink with you? I don't know you at all! Amidst the exclamations, Dhaniz thought happily.
4,200 pounds! If those fellows were to learn of this, they would definitely wake up at night in envy to wipe the deck. Hahaha, I can now be said to be the strongest boatswain of the Golden Dream!
At that moment, Dhaniz wished he could fly back to the ship and brag with Iron Skin and Bucket. He wanted to tell them about the horrifying incident at Bansy Harbor, how he defeated the fallen bishop, how he escaped from Steel and company's ambush, and how he set up a trap to wipe out all his enemies, so that he could no longer play this game of life.
Unfortunately, for the sake of Captain, I have to continue being the servant of that lunatic, German Sparrow … Sigh, I'm already a great pirate worth 4,200 pounds! Dhaniz sighed and allowed himself to continue being numbed by the alcohol.
…
As the Storm cathedral's bell rang, the orange-yellow Sun rose from the horizon. The surroundings remained so quiet that only the sound of water could be heard.
Klein heaved a sigh of relief when he didn't see any abnormalities. He took off his clothes, returned to his bed, and slept for more than two hours.
With his strong spirituality, he woke up at half past eight. He slowly washed up and changed his clothes. He went to the first floor to buy a loaf of bread with cooked chestnuts and a cup of Gurgle Tree Sap. As he ate, he walked to the dock.
As he had already bought a return liner that departed at nine, Klein timed it and prepared to board the ship.
At that moment, he saw the lady with greenish-gray eyes and the three male adventurers in her team.
They were buying tickets at the ticket booth.
The ship is about to depart. They definitely won't be able to make it for the nine … I wonder what they took from the abandoned temple that attracted an existence similar to an evil spirit last night. Don't let any accidents happen when you board the liner … Klein used his body to block the adventurers' line of sight and took out a gold coin to do a divination.
The revelation he received was that the liner behind him wasn't in danger.
Klein hesitated for two seconds and looked at the passengers waiting for the ten o 'clock liner near the ticket booth. He silently rubbed his fingers and lit the ticket in his palm.
He returned to the ticket booth as though nothing had happened and spent four soli to buy a ticket for the ten o 'clock liner.
Following that, he went to the bathroom at the dock and went above the gray fog to quickly divine the problem he was worried about.
He had thought it through very clearly. If the results showed that there was a huge latent danger, then he wouldn't take the risk of boarding the ship. Instead, he would think of a way to prevent the ship from sailing. If necessary, he would secretly destroy the ship to prevent the innocent from dying.
If it was the same as the divination revelation, he would take the ship normally, just to prevent any accidents.
In the end, the answer was no problem.
Klein heaved a sigh of relief and returned to the real World. He adjusted the position of the murloc's bladder to the most convenient place to take it out.
If an accident were to happen, this Beyonder material would be rather important in the vast sea.
Beyonder materials could also be used in a basic and simple manner, just like the All-Black Eye that had been corrupted by the True Creator.
…
At ten o 'clock sharp.
In his German Sparrow appearance, Klein picked up his suitcase and followed the group of adventurers onto the liner.
Along the way, he appeared to be taking a nap or reading the outdated newspapers and magazines on the ship, but in fact, he was constantly paying attention to the lady with bluish-gray eyes and her companions.
This vigilance continued all the way to the Bayam Harbor without any accidents.
Did they solve all the problems? What did they get? Klein stopped by the side of the road and bought the latest newspaper from the newsboy. He watched the four adventurers leave through the corner of his eye until they disappeared.
Phew … Klein decided not to think about it anymore. As long as it didn't harm the environment, he didn't care what those people had done. He was just a little curious.
He lifted his suitcase and flipped through the newspapers as he walked towards Sour Lemon Street like an ordinary passerby.
Suddenly, he chuckled and muttered to himself.
"Dhaniz's bounty has risen to 4,200 pounds …"
If this continued, he suspected that he wouldn't be able to stop himself from handing the fellow over to the governor-general's office.
Strolling back to the Wind of Azure Inn, before Klein could take out his key, he heard waves of snoring coming from inside.
He didn't escape? Klein was slightly surprised, but he wasn't too surprised.
He had previously tampered with the Shadow Cloak. As long as Dhaniz left, he could use divination to track him and find Vice Admiral Iceberg.
Although timid, he's still cautious … Klein opened the door and entered. Seeing the jolted Dhaniz, he grinned.
"Congratulations, Mr. 4,200 pounds."
Dhaniz instantly sobered up to the extreme. He wanted to give a dry laugh in response, but he couldn't.
At this moment, he felt that his life might be in danger.
PS: Let me remind you again. It's Little Ke on the character rankings, not the author rankings.
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