"As long as I can confirm her whereabouts, I'll be able to get 1,000 pounds! This is the first time I've encountered such a request! " On the road outside the Amyris Leaf Bar, Dhaniz rubbed his hands in excitement. He clenched his fists and punched the iron-black gas lamp post that was as tall as a person, as though he wished to immediately wander the city and find the red-haired woman named Elaine.
To him, 1,000 pounds wasn't a small sum. It was enough for him to add another house to his property in Bayam, just that it wouldn't be in the most prosperous and valuable streets.
The Elven Flying Carpet he had previously obtained was estimated to be worth about two to three thousand pounds. And this was the reward he had obtained from fighting dangerous fellows like Steel Maveti and Blood Brambles Hendry. It was incomparable to the easy and simple search mission.
Klein, who was walking in front, held a bundle of charms wrapped in newspapers that cost him a total of 15 pounds. He slowed down his pace slightly and swept a glance at Danitz before saying without any expression, "That's right.
"5,500 pounds."
"…" Dhaniz's excitement immediately froze on his face.
Only then did he recall an important problem. In the eyes of other pirates and adventurers, he was as "alluring" as the red-haired Elaine.
There was no need for others to fight him. After recognizing him, they could directly report him to the military, the Church, or the police. That way, they could obtain a bounty of more than 1,000 pounds. After all, he was already a pirate with a net worth of 5,500 pounds.
Him searching for the red-haired Elaine was equivalent to a graceful and beautiful lady entering the Red Theater for entertainment.
Sh … t … Dhaniz spat out the word with a hideous expression. He dragged out the middle of his sentence.
At the same time, he automatically raised his hand to tug at his cap, making it lower in front of him.
Having poured a bucket of cold water on Dhaniz, Klein resumed his normal walking speed as he considered the problem of finding the red-haired Elaine.
The lack of a medium and the necessary information made it difficult for him to use divination. All he could do was consider other methods.
Mobilize my subordinates and conduct a city-wide search? This is something that only the Church, the military, and the police can do. Even the local gangs can't do it … Wait, I think I can do it too …
I'm now Sea God Cavituis. My believers are all over Bayam and Blue Mountain Island. If I make a broadcast — no, a revelation to all my believers, I'll be able to get them to help me search for red-haired Elaine … But wouldn't that make me seem too lacking in status? To do such a thing for 1,000 pounds, even God wanted to save face …
If I were the real Sea God, I wouldn't care about this, but I'm acting as Cavituis. I have to maintain the dignity of a god.
"When Cavituis was on the verge of collapse and urgently needed to find Leticia and her subordinates, it didn't make an oracle broadcast. It only gave orders to some of the middle and high-level believers … I can change its commandments, which can be regarded as part of reconstructing its image, but it can't appear too low-end … Yes, this should also be a requirement for true acting.
"Just giving Kalat, Edmonton, and the others an oracle will make it difficult to quickly organize an investigation. Furthermore, they will definitely magnify the severity of the problem and blow up the matter. It won't be easy to deal with the subsequent matters.
"There's another way. I'll throw the radio transceiver above the gray fog again. In a few days, I'll attempt to contact the magic mirror, Arrodes, and ask about red-haired Elaine's whereabouts. I have to be careful. I have to make preparations in advance and use divination to confirm it. I can't receive any strange telegrams from the True Creator or the Primordial Demoness. Even a glance would likely make me go mad."
Klein quickly came up with an idea and boarded a rental carriage that was parked at the end of the street. Dhaniz pressed down on his cap and followed closely behind.
After returning to the Wind of Azure Inn, Klein took off his hat and coat as he said to Dhaniz, "If your captain sends you a dream, ask her about red-haired Elaine."
"If your captain sends you a dream, ask her about red-haired Elaine."
"She probably doesn't know. Otherwise, there's no way I wouldn't know this red-haired Elaine." Dhaniz chuckled. "I wonder who's looking for her. They're actually willing to pay a thousand pounds."
His thoughts wandered as he recalled a love story that was comparable to that of Rosell The Great.
Klein glanced at him and casually mentioned, "That's right.
"I'll monitor it tonight."
"You're eavesdropping?" Dhaniz snapped out of his daze, suspecting that he had misheard.
"Yes." Klein nodded.
German Sparrow saw that I was too tired? Although this fellow is a little crazy, he's essentially a good person. Back at Bansy Harbor, he actually decided to risk his life to save someone for some reason that wasn't really a reason … Dhaniz sighed inwardly.
Holding the radio transceiver and the corresponding items, Klein entered his bedroom, locked the door, and used a sacrificial ritual to throw them above the gray fog.
After doing all of this, he wasn't in a hurry to leave the towering palace. He beckoned for the Sea God Scepter to fly out from the junk pile and browsed through the different prayers made by different people, accumulating the experience of a thousand faces.
During this process, he would respond from time to time, like a child who still had a great sense of novelty in his toys.
Just as Klein's browsing was coming to an end, a rippling halo of light suddenly appeared beside The Fool's chair.
Someone is praying to me, to The Fool, and not to Sea God … Klein pricked up his eyebrows, emanated his spirituality, and browsed through the scene contained within the halo.
…
Enmat Harbor, in a room with tightly closed curtains.
Dressed in a black classic robe, Ed Sheeran resisted the impulse in his heart and said to the young and sweet girl, Denise, in front of him,
"The gift of the deities is within us, but to obtain it, we must have a teacher to guide us.
"Your soul is pure and beloved by the deities. I will personally guide you. During this process, no matter what happens, you must believe in me and listen to me.
"Before that, do you have any questions?"
Ed Sheeran was a swindler. He was best at establishing cults to cheat people of their money and sex. Then, he would decisively escape before he was noticed by the police.
This time, he came from Baekeland and disguised himself as the Blessed of The Fool that many gang members in the capital were looking for. He had initially developed a group of believers among the target group.
He lied that The Fool was the incarnation of the Lord of Storms and would descend to save his believers during the apocalypse. This was a secret that couldn't be widely publicized and could only be spread in secret. Otherwise, it would attract the attention of the other deities of the other Churches. Only those who were selected could believe in The Fool in advance and be the first batch to be saved.
In order to make himself more convincing, he spent a lot of money in Baekeland to buy a piece of paper with The Fool's honorific name written on it.
His evaluation of the contents of the paper was:
"It looks just like the real thing."
Denise asked with some fear and anticipation,
"Lord Blessed, why didn't we get a response when we chanted the honorific name of God? Aren't we the ones chosen to bask in God's grace? "
I'll give you God's grace right away … Ed Sheeran took a deep breath and suppressed the charming scene in his mind.
"There are two reasons. One is that you haven't unearthed the gift of God hidden in your body. I'll help you complete it later.
"The second reason is that you're not pious enough. Don't try to defend yourself. I can see through your mind.
"When you've done all this, you'll be able to chant the honorific name of the true God and receive a response, just like me."
Under Denise's admiring and curious gaze, Ed Sheeran picked up a pen on the table next to him and wrote a line of words.
It was Hermes used for sacrificial rituals.
In order to make the scam succeed, Ed Sheeran had mastered a lot of religious knowledge and even went to the university to eavesdrop on the history and archaeology courses.
He held the paper and proudly read out the Hermes he had just written in front of Denise.
"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era.
"The mysterious ruler above the gray fog.
"The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck."
Then, Ed Sheeran half-closed his eyes, opened his arms, and said dreamily,
"I feel the favor of God."
At this moment, a bolt of silver-white lightning descended from the sky and struck Ed Sheeran's head.
With a sizzling sound, tiny electric snakes scurried around his body, and he fell to the ground under God's grace. The surface of his body was quickly scorched black, and his muscles twitched violently.
A few seconds later, he stopped all his movements, including his breathing, amidst Denise's exclamation of "Lord Ed Sheeran is indeed God's Beloved."
Denise finally sensed that something was wrong. She carefully stepped forward, lifted her skirt, squatted down, and placed her finger on the tip of Ed Sheeran's nose.
He, he's dead … He's dead! Denise jerked back and fell to the ground in horror.
She was so frightened that she cried and stumbled out of the room, heading straight for the nearby police station.
…
Above the gray fog, Klein silently withdrew the Sea God Scepter.
How dare you use my name to defraud property and defile women … The corner of his mouth twitched, and he wished he could give that guy named Ed Sheeran another bolt of lightning.
This is called whipping a corpse.
That girl will probably call the police, right? This kind of case will inevitably be transferred to the corresponding Beyonder team. I wonder if it will be the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, or Machinery Hivemind … After what Mr. A did, my reputation as The Fool isn't small in Baekeland. Perhaps I already have a file in the official organization. Hmm, they might gather all the situations and hand them over to the Red Gloves or a team similar to the Red Gloves to deal with them … Klein thought about the possible future developments with his former identity and knowledge as a Nighthawk.
However, he quickly put the matter to the back of his mind, because he couldn't be traced back to him no matter what.
Klein threw the Sea God Scepter back into the junk pile and prepared to return to the real World.
Suddenly, one of the crimson stars floating quietly in the endless gray fog suddenly lit up, emitting a watery light!
It expanded and contracted, contracting and expanding, and was abnormally conspicuous.
And this was a crimson star that didn't belong to any member of the Tarot.
It's really a busy day … Who could it be? Like Miss Justice, Mr. The Hanging Man, and Little Sun, people who rely on certain items to form a connection with the gray fog? Klein spread out his spirituality thoughtfully, but he didn't respond and only browsed.
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