… There's no need for me to mention it myself … I was a little embarrassed to say it … Klein secretly heaved a sigh of relief. After figuring out the persona of the German Sparrow, he calmly said, "I don't take advantage of others.
I don't take advantage of others. "
Just as he said that, he felt a little regretful. He was afraid that Vice Admiral Iceberg would really change her tune.
Edwina's light blue eyes darted around slightly.
"The only condition is that you tell me the answer if you figure anything out."
Phew … Klein didn't waste his breath as he nodded slightly.
"Alright."
Nearly a minute later, he carried the iron-black key that was the size of a seven-stringed zither and returned to his room.
And at this moment, an excited singing voice sounded from the front deck.
"Your eyes are so mesmerizing, just like the morning sunlight.
"Every night, when darkness descends, I wander around alone, my heart filled with sorrow, stubbornly waiting for the light.
"Oh, your eyes are so mesmerizing, just like the morning sunlight …" (Note 1)
Klein subconsciously came to the window and looked out. He saw that the bonfire had already been lit, and the Golden Dream's idle crew members were surrounding it. They were either roasting meat and fish, gulping down alcohol, or dancing an irregular but sufficiently lively dance to Singer Orpheus's singing. The atmosphere was extremely cheerful.
The alluring fragrance of roasting fat emanated as wisps of it drifted upwards. Klein saw that Anderson Hood was among the group of pirates. He was drinking happily and eating happily. From time to time, he would shout a few words or crack a few jokes. It was as though he had become a member of the Golden Dream and wasn't ostracized like before. Instead, it was Dhaniz who didn't appear outside. At the very least, Klein didn't discover him beside Iron Skin and Bucket.
As long as he doesn't provoke me, this fellow's social skills are rather strong … Perhaps this is the ability of a Conspirer to gather information? Hmm, he might've transferred all his hatred to me …
I wonder if Dhaniz will work hard because of this matter. If he can improve step by step and obtain even greater strength, then I, The Fool, will no longer only have myself as a subordinate. I won't have to constantly act as a trinity. Heh heh, I, a secret existence, finally have a believer in reality. I have an employee that I can directly instruct, even though I only have Dhaniz alone for the time being … I have to say that it's rather shabby …
As Klein sighed, he prepared the ritual to sacrifice the Giant's Key above the gray fog.
At that moment, his spiritual perception was triggered as he instinctively activated his Spirit Vision and looked to the side.
White bones were tossed out and condensed into messengers with black flames burning in their eye sockets.
Most of the messenger's body was one level below, so it was almost at the same level as the German Sparrow. It didn't penetrate through the ceiling, but the hand that held the letter was still huge, as though it could directly wrap around Klein's head.
Mr. Aztec replied rather quickly this time … As Klein nodded politely, he received the letter and unfurled it.
Just as he was about to read the contents, he suddenly realized that the skeleton messenger was still in its original spot. It didn't disappear after delivering the letter like it usually did.
"Is something the matter?" Klein asked in surprise.
Just as he was about to speak, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind as he hurriedly added,
"If there's a need for a reply, I'll summon you again."
The skeleton messenger's huge head nodded as its body suddenly disintegrated, falling down like a waterfall and returning to the Underworld.
Ma 'am Reinette Tinekerr was waiting for a reply the last time. It's the same for the skeleton messenger this time … Could this be the new rules and regulations of the messenger world? Pui, there's no such thing as a messenger world. They're all recruited by themselves. Furthermore, most messengers are considered part-time jobs … Yes, the skeleton messenger gave me a feeling of being aggrieved … Klein shook his head and didn't think too much about it. He turned his attention back to Mr. Aztec's letter.
"… To put it simply, from the moment one obtains godhood and advances to Sequence 4, it's a gradual process of evolving into a Mythical Creature. This process only ends at Sequence 2. Therefore, there's a fundamental difference between angels and saints. In ancient times, the former could even be called a subsidiary god.
"Every demigod, including saints and angels, has their own Mythical Creature form. This is a non-human form that combines complex knowledge, godhood characteristics, and secret symbols. Just a glance from an ordinary person will cause them to suffer serious damage, even to the point of losing their minds. And the higher the level of a demigod, the stronger the damage, and the more irresistible it is. Therefore, creatures at this level have to constantly control themselves and not reveal the corresponding form. Otherwise, just their existence will bring disaster to their surroundings.
"To a demigod, one of the main characteristics of losing control is that they lose their rationality, making them unable to restrain their Mythical Creature form.
"However, the saint's Mythical Creature form isn't complete. There are obvious characteristics of their original race. Strictly speaking, they have to reach Sequence 2 to be considered a true Mythical Creature …"
I wonder if the blood Ma 'am Hermit wants is the blood of a Mythical Creature in the true sense of the word, or if it can be more relaxed … Heh, I wonder if the umbilical cord blood left behind by Will Auceptin counts. "He" is a Sequence 1 Snake of Fate, an absolute Mythical Creature, but "His" condition isn't right … When I accumulate more matters, I can write them on a paper crane and ask "Him." Yes, I only have two more chances to write. I have to be careful. However, I'm about to return to Baekeland … With this in mind, Klein silently calculated when the Snake of Fate, Will Auceptin, would be born.
He didn't accurately recall, but based on his impressions, he believed that Will Auceptin was conceived in November last year, and it was already mid-April.
Therefore, "He" will be born in July? It might also be a little earlier … Klein thought without much confidence. After all, he didn't have a girlfriend or wife in his previous life, much less a child.
He quickly reined in his thoughts and temporarily placed this matter aside. He began setting up a ritual and sacrificed the Giant's Key to himself. The reason why he didn't use a Spirit Body to carry it was because the key was too heavy. Klein still couldn't move it.
Soon, he arrived above the gray fog and made the huge iron-black key fly to the surface of the long bronze table. He carefully checked it a few times.
After confirming that there were no abnormalities, he conjured a pen and paper and wrote a divination statement:
"This key corresponds to the place."
Holding the piece of paper and hugging the key, Klein leaned back into his chair and fell asleep as he recited.
This time, the first thing that appeared in the hazy gray world was a distorted translucent barrier. Following that, the scene zoomed in, and a heavy door that was more than ten meters tall appeared.
The door was mainly bluish-gray in color. Both sides were engraved with symmetrical symbols, labels, and patterns. It was both solemn and mysterious.
The light of dusk shone over vaguely, dyeing the door with a clear sense of decay. It was as if the entire World's day was approaching and eternal darkness was about to descend.
Right on the heels of that, Klein noticed that on the left side of the door, at a height of three to four meters, there was a pitch-black hole. It was equivalent to an adult's fist.
The scene quickly shattered, and the dream ended. Klein opened his eyes.
A door similar to the black cloister, but with a different color … The light of dusk … My interpretation is that this represents a door in the Giant King's Court … Yes, the distorted translucent barrier in the beginning should be a symbol of the Forsaken Land of the Gods being isolated from the outside world. Therefore, without the gray fog's interference, no matter how I try to divine, I won't be able to see the scene I want … Klein tapped his fingers on the edge of the long mottled table as he made a judgment.
He had already decided to buy the Giant's Key!
After busily bringing the 5,000 pounds back to the real World, Klein packed up the items on the table. With the thick stack of cash in hand, he left the room once again and headed for the captain's cabin.
Heh, the bounty for a Desire Apostle like Kircheis is equivalent to a key and 1,000 pounds … Klein glanced at the cash in his hand and knocked on Vice Admiral Iceberg's door once again.
With a creak, Edwina appeared at the door. When she saw the cash in Gehrman Sparrow's hand, her brows twitched slightly as her eyes widened. Suddenly, she lit up.
Her eyes widened and she suddenly said brightly, "You have an answer?"
Klein tersely acknowledged.
"I've already obtained an answer. It's suspected to be related to the Giant King's Court."
"The legendary Giant King's Court?" Edwina's eyes sparkled as she returned with a question.
Klein nodded slightly in affirmation.
Edwina's lips moved slightly as though she wanted to ask something, but she ultimately didn't say a word. She directly took the 5,000 pounds.
She looked back at the rows of bookshelves in the captain's cabin and pondered for a few seconds before saying to Klein, "If you're interested in these books, you can borrow them anytime in the day.
My only request is … Klein silently guessed what Vice Admiral Iceberg was going to say next.
My only request is … Klein silently guessed what Vice Admiral Iceberg was going to say next.
"My only condition is for you to have an exchange of history with me when you're free." Edwina paused as her eyes sparkled.
Klein chuckled inwardly and thought for a moment.
"Alright, but I won't answer every question."
At the same time, he silently prayed in his heart.
I hope that Vice Admiral Iceberg's collection has a higher-level charm creation method …
"No problem." The corners of Edwina's mouth twitched as her expression turned a lot livelier.
"See you tomorrow." Klein immediately took off his hat and pressed it to his chest, bowed, and bade farewell.
Edwina also returned the bow seriously.
"See you tomorrow."
…
Baekeland, Iron Gate Street, outside The Brave.
Emlyn White left the carriage, pushed open the wooden door, and walked in.
He was immediately agitated by the mixed smells inside as he pinched his nose in disdain.
He hadn't made much progress in the competition to hunt the Primordial Moon believers, so he planned on coming to the The Brave that Sherlock Moriarty often mentioned. He planned on finding the black-market arms merchant, Ian, who seemed to be well-informed. The latter's name was something Emlyn had learned from other sources before he came.
Note 1: Adapted from the lyrics of "My Sun."
PS: There will be additional updates in the wee hours of the morning. Hmm, I'll update the wee hours five minutes earlier in the future because I'm often stuck at midnight.
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