According to Klein's experience of watching so many detective movies and animations, there was likely something wrong with a person who covered their face with a scarf and used a coat to hide their body characteristics. There was a high chance that they were hiding an unspeakable secret, especially since it wasn't winter yet. The temperature in the Berserk Sea was far from cold.
However, this has nothing to do with me. Even if there's a murder in a secret chamber, the one having a headache should be Captain … I'll do a divination above the gray fog later to see if the journey will be smooth … Klein thought indifferently, but he didn't neglect it at all.
He retracted his gaze and looked at the Desi grilled fish that the waiter had brought over.
After dinner, he returned to his cabin and completed a divination above the gray fog. He received the conclusion that the environment wouldn't change much and that everything would be relatively smooth.
This allowed Klein to easily fall asleep without using Cogitation. He slept all the way until dawn.
The steam whistle sounded as the liner turned and slowly left Harriman Harbor.
When the dock was still vaguely visible, Klein saw a figure suddenly appear there.
This figure was wearing a white shirt and a dark blue coat. He had a high nose bridge, deep-set eyes, light blue pupils, and slightly curly brown hair. His facial features were rigid, and his chin was slightly raised, giving off the feeling that he was looking down on everyone.
He swept his gaze and quickly locked onto the liner that Klein was on.
At that moment, the sky suddenly darkened, as though it had turned into a door that led to a pitch-black illusory land.
A deafening hurricane rose from the bottom of the sea, mixed with large amounts of blue as it surged upwards. The dark lightning was like a rift in the void, constantly appearing and disappearing due to self-healing.
This blocked the line of sight between the liner and the harbor, making the two seem like they were in a different World.
The Berserk Sea had once again revealed its horror.
The liner was unable to dodge or resist. All it could do was continue cruising forward along the safe sea route where the storm was weaker.
What a coincidence … This shouldn't be a coincidence … Standing behind the glass window in his cabin, Klein first sighed inwardly before believing that the sudden change in the Berserk Sea was due to an unnatural factor.
Although it was normal for the Berserk Sea's weather to change at a whim, it was still suspicious for it to happen at a particular point.
"Is the gentleman on the dock tracking the suspicious passenger who boarded the ship last night? And when the passengers saw that their whereabouts were exposed, they changed the weather and forced the liner to move away? "Klein thought about what had happened before and had a vague guess.
And if that was the case, it meant that the suspicious passenger who was covering his face with a scarf was very likely a demigod, or he was carrying a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact!
One had to know that with Klein's current strength and items, if he didn't use the Sea God Scepter, he wouldn't be able to trigger such a change in the weather.
Of course, there was another way, and that was to throw out Aztec's copper whistle and see if it could cause the entire Berserk Sea to go berserk.
Seriously, I just wanted to head to the Southern Continent like a normal tycoon, but I ended up being pursued by a demigod along the way … Sigh, I'm under too much pressure that doesn't belong to my Sequence … Klein gave a self-deprecating laugh as he finally chose to believe in the divination he had made last night.
Amidst the storm, the liner followed a relatively calm gap as it sailed through the apocalyptic scene. Most of the passengers on the ship wore calm expressions, as though they were very used to such a situation. Only a few people who were traversing the Berserk Sea for the first time were trembling in fear as they clawed at anything they could grab.
Time ticked by as the winds and lightning gradually calmed down. The sky also lit up bit by bit.
At this moment, Klein, who was on the deck, had his spiritual perception triggered as he subconsciously turned his head to look at Harriman Harbor.
Above the undulating dark blue seawater, beneath the dispersing white clouds, a blazing white flame approached from afar as it flew over at high speeds.
The flame grew larger and clearer. Finally, it revealed its complete form. It was a gigantic flaming spear!
The flaming spear tore through the sky and landed at the front of the liner's deck, but it didn't ignite anything. It burned through half a wooden plank before dispersing and reforming into a figure.
The figure had a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, and blue eyes. It was none other than the man who had suddenly appeared at the dock!
He looked like a middle-aged man as he slowly surveyed the area. He walked past the passengers with widened eyes and agape mouths before entering the cabin.
Dawn Dantès, who was similarly "dumbfounded," heaved a sigh of relief. He confirmed that the person wasn't here for him.
His appearance just now was very cool. As expected of a demigod … The only problem now is that I hope the two of them don't fight. Even if a conflict is unavoidable, they should try to head to the neighboring sea; otherwise, this ship will be lost … I can "Teleport" away, and it'll still be rather smooth, but with so many passengers, how many can I save … Klein habitually drew a crimson moon on his chest, praying for the Goddess's blessings.
Just as he had this thought, he saw a figure fly out of the cabin door and land heavily on the deck. It was the suspicious passenger who had covered his face with a scarf.
The gentleman had revealed half his face. The front of his nose was red, and he had a thick beard by the side of his mouth. There were still remnants of saliva.
His nearly triangular eyes were filled with horror as he pressed his hands against the deck, constantly moving his body backward.
"Who got you to wear that thing and dress up like that?" The middle-aged man with the high nose bridge and blue eyes slowly walked out from the cabin's door and asked in Intis.
The suspicious passenger shook his head frantically.
"No, I don't know. He was also dressed up like that. He gave me — gave me a hundred pounds. He got me to take this ship to the Southern Continent and then return by myself!"
The middle-aged man watched in silence. His gaze was sharp, as though he could see through a person's soul.
This made the suspicious passenger sweat profusely as his body trembled violently. He stammered as he tried to explain once again, but the contents of his description didn't change at all.
The man retracted his gaze as his body suddenly ignited with a white flame.
Following that, he transformed into a gigantic flaming spear and threw it towards the area where Harriman Harbor was.
The flaming spear flew further and further away, and before long, all that was left was a tiny spark.
During this entire process, apart from the very beginning, the demigod didn't even glance at the surrounding passengers, as though they didn't exist.
It's a very simple but ingenious scheme … To get someone to pretend to board the ship and leave, and then use a certain method to control the weather to create evidence that the person is on the ship. In fact, they would remain at the harbor, waiting for the enemy to pursue them before finding another way out … Klein came to a realization as he made his judgment.
This made him suspect if the person being chased was once a Conspirer, Magician, or some other Beyonder who was good at scheming.
As for the person from before, from the fact that he transformed into a flame, had a blazing white spear, acted arrogantly, infuriatingly, and spoke in Intis, Klein believed that he was a demigod of the Hunter pathway, possibly an Iron-blooded Knight.
I wonder why they got into a conflict … Klein shook his head and walked back to his cabin.
On the deck, the passengers finally snapped out of their daze as they discussed the supernatural phenomenon they had just seen in whispers.
A person could actually transform into flames, and a blob of flames could reform into a human!
Amidst the commotion, the liner continued following the safe sea route. It didn't encounter any accidents along the way, and it arrived at another harbor in the evening.
As usual, Klein didn't disembark the ship, afraid that he might encounter something else.
He took out his golden pocket watch and opened it to determine when to head to the restaurant.
Another thirty minutes … Klein silently muttered to himself as he raised his head and looked out the window.
At that moment, many passengers who were scheduled to disembark at the current harbor were carrying their luggage and heading for the harbor along the gangway.
As he swept his gaze across, Klein's gaze suddenly stopped on a figure.
This figure wore a black bonnet, and his sideburns were dark gold. He had a high nose bridge, and his lips were tightly pursed. The contours of his side profile were deep, like a classical sculpture without any wrinkles.
He didn't carry his luggage, and he quickly followed the crowd to the harbor before disappearing around the corner of the road.
Klein just watched, his body motionless, as though it no longer belonged to him.
He felt his blood turn cold bit by bit as a name popped up in his mind:
Ince Zangwill!
...
The gas lamps on the harbor had already lit up one by one, and the different windows of the liner were dotted with spots of light.
Dawn Dantès's first-class cabin was dark and silent.
Klein had already sat down, his face expressionless as all sorts of thoughts flashed uncontrollably through his mind.
This is the first time I've discovered traces of Ince Zangwill after the Great Smog of Baekeland …
The target that the demigod from before was likely Ince Zangwill …
His schemes are deeper than I thought. He got someone to disguise as him and gave them items, not to divert the pursuit, but to create a blind spot in one's thoughts, making people subconsciously eliminate this ship as an incorrect option …
He's been here from the beginning …
That coincidental change in the weather was likely created by Ince Zangwill using 0-08 …
Why would he be pursued by an Intis Hunter demigod … What exactly is he plotting …
As his thoughts churned, Klein suddenly took out the adventurer's harmonica and blew into it.
Silently, Miss Messenger Reinette Tinekerr, who was holding four blonde, red-eyed heads, appeared in front of him.
Klein opened his mouth before closing it again. He took out a pen and paper and quickly wrote:
"Mr. Dawn Dantès has discovered Ince Zangwill's whereabouts on Midway Island in the Berserk Sea."
Folding the letter, Klein handed it along with a gold coin to Miss Messenger.
"Send it to the mailbox at 7 Pinster Street in Baekeland North Borough."
The four heads in Reinette Tinekerr's hands turned at the same time as her eight eyes looked at Klein.
She didn't say a word as she bit down on the letter and gold coin.
Lord of the Mysteries
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