On the deck, he entered the cabin and found his room. Klein was about to say something when Anderson Hood spoke first.
"That's not right … If I were a passenger of this ship, I would definitely be very afraid and nervous when I see an adventurer like you who has just offended the King of Immortality. I would either get the captain or the first mate to persuade you to switch ships, or switch ships myself. To my surprise, they are all very calm."
This fellow is very sharp. He's very perceptive when it comes to details … Is this a true Conspirer? He's usually joking and optimistic, but in fact, he's able to grasp the situation without batting an eyelid and make preparations … As Klein opened the door with the key, he considered if there really was a problem with the ship.
At this moment, Anderson raised his hand and lightly patted his face. He laughed dryly.
He laughed dryly and said, "I understand the reason!
"It hasn't been long, and the matter has only been spread by a few adventurers and pirates. The typical passengers and sailors on the ship don't know anything about it. Besides, those who know what you look like are definitely well-informed people. They aren't ordinary people."
Yo, you know how to answer your own questions … Do you know that time is life? Klein lampooned as he entered the first-class cabin.
It wasn't that he wished to stay comfortably, but that he had to watch over Anderson Hood. He didn't want the unluckiest hunter's bad luck to bring disaster to the liner. Therefore, he got him to book a first-class cabin.
Carrying his suitcase, he walked to the master bedroom's door. Klein pointed at the guest bedroom and the servant's quarters.
He said to Anderson, "Pick one."
Anderson was taken aback for two seconds as he said with his mouth agape,
"You're very experienced …"
Of course, I have rich experience with hunters. If Dhaniz were here, I would have chosen the servant's quarters … Klein didn't respond as he entered the master bedroom.
At half-past one, the steam whistle sounded as the liner set off on time.
After hanging up his coat, Klein walked out of the master bedroom in his trousers, shirt, and vest. He came to the living room and looked out the window at the horizon.
The blue waves were rippling, spreading out inch by inch along the contours of Toscarter Island as they undulated in the wind.
"There's no way to observe the entire situation like this." Anderson came over and said with a smile, "You can only confirm one side, but the Death Announcer might come from the other side or from the front. The best way is to climb the observation deck. Haha, there are definitely crew members there, but an experienced hunter or pirate has a hundred ways to fool his senses!"
Klein turned around and looked at Hood expressionlessly.
"You're absolutely right.
"I'll leave this matter to you."
"Huh?" Anderson was confused.
He immediately came to a realization and asked in surprise,
"Don't you have any other way to observe?"
Without any means of observation, how was he supposed to lay a trap for the King of Immortality?
"No." Klein nodded calmly. "I can only count on you."
… Who gave you the courage to leave under the gaze of the King of Immortality? For a moment Anderson was speechless.
As he muttered to himself, "Don't stop me. I'm jumping off the ship." He left the cabin and headed straight for the observation deck.
In theory, King of Immortality Agalito, or should I say the Death Announcer, should've long sensed my ill intentions and sensed the danger that comes from me. Then, will they attack? Will they believe that I'm only at this standard and that I don't have any helpers, or will they suspect that a powerhouse that can interfere with my premonition for danger has interfered? Klein retracted his gaze from the door and looked out at the sea once again.
After a while, he suddenly sensed something and quickly activated his Spirit Vision, turning his head to the side.
A tall skeleton messenger drilled out of the floorboards as the pitch-black flames in its eye sockets flickered slightly.
Only its upper body was exposed, so it wasn't much taller than Klein. It looked at him at eye level and handed over the letter in its hand.
Mr. Aztec sure replied quickly this time … Klein nodded politely and received the neatly folded piece of paper.
After the skeleton messenger disintegrated and vanished, he unfolded the letter under the sunlight outside the window.
"… I'm very happy that you have obtained an advancement. Your traveling experience was more interesting than I imagined.
"Those waters are indeed very dangerous. I vaguely remember that it might be related to the source of the Cataclysm. As for why Ancient Death would have his remnant aura there, I'm not too sure.
"I'll remember your warning. Before I completely recover my memories, I won't enter those waters. The ravings of the True Creator aren't pleasant to the ears.
"I'm interested in the ring on Admiral Hell's hand, but I've recently been stuck on a past matter. It might take some time before I can pay him a visit …"
Upon seeing this, Klein couldn't help but smile.
I'll write back to Mr. Aztec and tell him that I have a way to lock onto Admiral Hell Ludwell's location. I want him to bring me along when he pays a visit. Oh no, I haven't divined the location of the Murloc Cufflink recently. I wonder if Ludwell has discovered it or if he has thrown it away … Yes, I'll do a divination above the gray fog after confirming that the Death Announcer isn't pursuing me …
Moving his gaze, Klein continued reading.
"The ancient documents I obtained from Katarina do mention Artificial Death. To put it simply, the former royal family of the Balam Empire, which is now the upper echelons of the Charismatic Order, had obtained inspiration from the Hidden Sage's sudden resurrection. They wish to make Death, which is currently just a concept, experience the same situation.
"There's a possibility of it being realized. As Beyonders are indestructible, the death of Death doesn't mean that the corresponding characteristics and authority are completely lost. They still exist, but they have returned to a concept and abstract state, just like the earliest Hidden Sage.
"From those documents, the corresponding research hasn't had any breakthroughs, but that was already centuries ago …
"The corresponding Sequence 4 potion for Seer is Bizarro Sorcerer. The powerhouses of Antigonus and the Zaratul family left a deep impression on me. Even though I've already forgotten the details, I can still recall the feeling of fear.
"I'm not sure exactly where you can obtain the formula and ingredients. Perhaps you can consider switching to a neighboring pathway. I've already recalled this. You can choose from the Apprentice pathway's Sequence 4 Secrets Sorcerer, and the Marauder pathway's Sequence 4 Parasite. However, I vaguely remember that these three pathways can only be interchanged at Sequence 3 …"
Indeed … The only hope left is Arrodes … Klein forced the corners of his mouth to curl into a smile.
After reading the reply, he took out a pen and paper and scribbled down the contents he had thought of. He also asked for the exact definition of a Mythical Creature.
He wasn't in a rush to summon the messenger. He put down the pen and paper and prepared for the appearance of the Death Announcer before sending the letter with a request for help. This way, he could use the Sea God Scepter to hold on for a while, and he might be able to wait for Mr. Aztec to traverse the spirit world to rescue him. When the time came, the two of them could join forces and have a chance of obtaining the Death Announcer.
The reason why he didn't write it ahead of time was because the Devil could sense danger and wouldn't come again. Of course, Klein didn't know if the Devil could sense the exact contents of the letter.
After patiently waiting for a few hours, Klein heard the door open. He turned his head and saw Anderson rubbing the side of his head as he walked in with a complicated expression.
"The Death Announcer hasn't appeared. We've already completely left Toscarter Island's waters …"
The King of Immortality actually didn't seek revenge … This German Sparrow is more impressive than I imagined! Anderson sighed inwardly.
Klein nodded regretfully and walked to the coat rack. He picked up his coat and hat and prepared to head to the dining hall.
...
In a secret chamber, a Red Gloves team was discussing the recent cases they had been investigating.
Soul Assurer Sostel held a piece of chalk and pointed at the blackboard.
"The Devil murder this time has certain similarities with the assassination of the Duke Of Negan in Baekeland.
"First, a human skin with its own aura and aura appeared. This is something that wasn't present in many cases related to Devils in the past.
"Second, there are more than one Devil. They take turns wearing human skin and carry out normal activities to conceal their companions' evil actions.
"Finally, they are suspected to belong to the Beria family …"
At this moment, Leonard, who was in the corner, seemed to be listening attentively, but when his captain mentioned Baekeland, he couldn't help but recall what had happened in the past.
After witnessing the underground ruins being completely destroyed, he wanted to investigate the mysterious detective Sherlock Moriarty while he had some free time. He planned on starting from his former landlord, but the team received an urgent mission. They began investigating a new serial murder case and had no choice but to leave Baekeland.
"Leonard, what's your take on this?" After Sostel finished speaking, he called out Leonard Mitchell to continue.
Leonard turned his head in a daze and looked at the contents on the blackboard. He quickly organized his words and said,
He quickly organized his words and said, "I believe this isn't just a disguise. It might also contain the need for a ritual. Captain Sostel, you know that Devils have many blasphemous rituals."
"Makes sense." Sostel gestured for the next team member to speak.
Phew, thankfully, Old Man has recently tutored me in Devil studies … Leonard heaved a sigh of relief and began listening to his teammates' discussion seriously.
…
After two days of sailing, the liner safely arrived at Oravi Island.
After checking into the inn, Klein said to Anderson Hood, "Wait here for me.
"Wait for me here. That demigod doesn't like strangers visiting suddenly."
He didn't wish to expose the Life School of Thought's liaison.
"I hope I can live to see him." Anderson smiled bitterly as he blessed himself.
The corners of Klein's mouth twitched as he gave up on speaking. He took the carriage to the Church of the Storm's St. Draco Cathedral.
Before long, he once again saw the lopsided and ugly bell-ringer, Carnot, in the tiny room of the magnificent bell tower.
After hearing the reason for German Sparrow's visit, the hunched Carnot nodded.
"I'll bring you to Mr. Ricciardo. He's already recovered from his injuries and isn't where he was."
"Alright." Just as Klein finished replying, he suddenly recalled that Carnot was a human refinement product of the Church of Earth Mother. He asked, "Do you know Frank Lee?"
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