Klein didn't answer if he was right or wrong. He stopped walking towards the bedroom and calmly said,
"That is a problem."
"Yes, yes, yes. A problem! It's a purely slanderous problem without any basis! Besides, I also gave a negative answer, "Dhaniz replied happily and emphasized that he had never admitted to it.
Klein nodded slightly.
"I'll clarify it with your captain."
Clarify … Dhaniz was first stunned before he gaped with his mouth agape and his expression warped.
He was considered a knowledgeable person, so he didn't defend or refute him.
He forced a smile and said, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
Klein quietly took a deep breath and used his Clown powers to control his facial expression.
"Monitor it well."
"Yes, alright!" Dhaniz hurriedly agreed.
Seeing German Sparrow turn around and walk to the bedroom door, he couldn't help but blurt out,
"You won't clarify it with Captain again, right?"
Klein twisted the doorknob and replied without any expression, "Monitor it well.
Monitor it well. "
With that said, he pushed the door open and closed it before the corners of his mouth curled up.
...
After breakfast the next day, Klein changed into a pair of baggy pants, a thick coffee-colored jacket, and a cap. He changed his appearance and left, leaving Dhaniz alone in the room to guard the radio transceiver.
Along the way, Klein changed his appearance again, becoming more and more like a native.
He found a specialized shop and bought a pair of linen gloves, a shroud, and a body bag. Then, following the characteristics of the surroundings that he had seen when he was browsing through the images of the prayer, he found the girl who had died in the mud in the corner.
As it was still winter, the weather wasn't hot, and the corpse didn't show any obvious signs of decay. However, the festering skin and the stench still made Klein instinctively feel a little disgusted.
He didn't immediately bury the girl who wished to live like a human last night because of the recent events. Bayam's nighttime security was abnormally strict, and the cemetery only opened at dawn.
Taking out a small metal bottle, Klein poured some Quelaag's Oil onto his hand and smeared it on his nose.
The choking sensation invaded his mind, and the minty smell of disinfectant filled his sense of smell. It made him feel as if he had just fallen into an ocean of floating ice cubes, and he was no longer affected by other smells.
Putting the metal vial back, Klein put on his gloves, took a few steps forward, and squatted down beside the female corpse.
First, he unfolded the shroud and wrapped the corpse up bit by bit. Then, he gently put the corpse into the body bag.
Carrying the bag on his back, he purposely walked through the busiest streets of Bayam until he reached the outskirts of the city. Following the narrow road that was impassable for carriages, he climbed up the mountainside by the sea.
The Church of the Storm and the Governor-General's Office had specially prepared a cemetery for the natives here.
On the other hand, the Rouen, Intis, Feynapotter, and other outsiders who came here to do business, adventure, and settle down were on the other side of Bayam. It was flat and soothing with its back to the woods.
Klein climbed up step by step and entered the graveyard that didn't even have a name. He found the dozing gravekeeper.
"How do you want to bury him?" The gravekeeper pointed at the corpse bag and said, "If you want it to be free, you'll have to wait a few days. When the number of corpses in the morgue reaches a certain number, you'll burn them all together and bury them in the same grave. Of course, there will be priests who will comfort the souls of the deceased in advance. For five soli, he will have his own urn and a grid. Two pounds. Urn, grave, and stone tablet. If you don't want to be cremated and need a coffin, you can choose from there. Different wood has different prices."
Klein thought for a moment, took out a five-soli note, and handed it over.
"What's your name?" The tomb keeper counted the notes, picked up a fountain pen, and asked with a good attitude.
Actually, he did not know how to write words. He only needed to draw some symbols to aid his memory.
Klein paused for a second.
"Boody."
"Budi …" The gravekeeper repeated in a low voice and drew a symbol.
He did not look up and continued to speak.
"She can have an epitaph on the grid."
Budi was a typical female name for the natives of the Rorsted Archipelago, so the gravekeeper didn't get the wrong gender.
Klein fell silent for a few seconds before saying in a deep voice,
"She's a human."
"She's a human? What a strange epitaph … "the gravekeeper mumbled softly." Do you have a photo? I know you don't. "
Before he could finish his sentence, he saw the gravekeeper hand him a "photo."
It was a portrait that Klein had created with the help of a ritual. It perfectly recreated the girl's appearance before she fell ill. In order not to arouse suspicion, he had used the corresponding paper and certain techniques to make the portrait look like a real photo.
The gravekeeper was slightly surprised, but he didn't say anything. He quickly took the information and carried the corpse bag with Klein to the priest's hut.
After the process of putting the soul to rest, burning, storing the ashes, pasting the photo, and engraving the epitaph were all over, Klein took a deep look and turned to leave the cemetery.
As he walked down the mountain path, he saw the entirety of Bayam.
The seawater was light blue and almost green, stretching as far as the eye could see. The harbor had stacked sails, towering chimneys, crisscrossing streets, and people coming and going. It was surrounded by manors and many plants. In the distance, the highway was wide, and the railroad tracks were straight … It was like a beautiful oil painting by a master. It was filled with vitality and indescribable vitality.
...
At the top of the bell tower of the Cathedral of Waves, the Cardinal of the Church of the Storm, the Mandated Punisher's high-ranking deacon, Jaan Kottman, stood at the edge, looking at the relaxing sea and the mountains that stretched into the distance along the coastline.
Bayam's pollution level was rather low because mining, smelting, and other industries were in other cities on the island. The pillar of the economy here was the spice trade, brothels, and casinos. It was a place where goods were gathered and transferred, and there were no formed industries. Coal for heating was rarely used due to the suitable temperature.
Just as Sea King Jaan Kottman retracted his gaze, he saw a Mandated Punisher run up the spiral staircase.
"Your Excellency Kottman, there's new information." The Mandated Punisher punched his left chest with his right fist.
"What is it?" the muscular Jaan Kottman turned around and asked.
The Mandated Punisher handed over the piece of paper in his hand.
"According to news from within the Resistance, they have received a response from Cavituis, and they are currently creating a new statue."
"A new statue?" Jaan Kottman unfolded the piece of paper and quickly scanned it.
He then turned his head to look into the jungle-like interior of Blue Mountain Island and pondered for a moment.
"Search for any abnormalities in the archipelago's waters."
He confirmed one thing from the intelligence. The mysterious person who had taken away the characteristic left behind by Cavituis hadn't left the waters of the Rorsted Archipelago. This could be accurately determined from the fact that the other party could disguise himself as Cavituis's response to his believers.
At the same time, Jaan Kottman knew very well that the Beyonder characteristic left behind by Cavituis, who had gone completely mad before his death, would definitely have serious negative effects, regardless of whether it formed a real item or not. It would definitely cause abnormalities in the surrounding area.
And he believed that it wouldn't be easy for the mysterious person to find the correct seal method.
Even if he found it, he wouldn't be able to control himself when responding to a prayer, exposing the problem.
This was a clue!
"Yes, Your Excellency. May the Storm be with you!" The Mandated Punisher bowed again.
…
After entering Bayam City, Klein removed his Faceless powers when no one was paying attention and returned to the Wind of Azure Inn by carriage.
As soon as he opened the door and entered, he saw Dhaniz sitting in front of the radio transceiver with a strange and solemn expression.
"Any results?" Klein asked in a deep voice.
"No, no." Dhaniz raised his right palm and waved the newspaper in his hand. "My bounty, my bounty has been raised to 5,500 pounds …"
This was catching up to Steel Maveti!
This made it so that he didn't dare to go out to relax and drink. All he could do was stay in his room and listen for signals.
This rate of appreciation is really tempting … Klein was momentarily at a loss as to what expression to show in response.
He could only say expressionlessly, "This is only the beginning.
"Mr. Ten Thousand Pounds."
… Dogsh * t! Dhaniz cursed inwardly, but he didn't dare show any disrespect on his face.
Those things were all done by the German Sparrow. How did my bounty increase? Those sons of b * tches from the Kingdom of the Church of the Storm's military! He forced a smile and shook his head, his facial muscles somewhat distorted.
Klein held back his laughter and ignored him. He returned to his bedroom and prepared to catch up on his sleep.
At that moment, he saw a letter suddenly appear. It floated down from midair and landed right in front of him.
Klein raised his right hand and grabbed the letter.
This time, the messenger didn't even show his face and left just like that? Klein tsked and casually opened the letter to read:
"… There are two ways to obtain a messenger. One is to think of an accurate description, hold a ritual, summon the corresponding spirit world creature, and sign a dead soul contract with it. The other is to directly enter the spirit world and find the messenger you wish to obtain. After obtaining its consent, sign a contract with it and record the precise description for future use.
"The first method is relatively simple, but it's rather dangerous. This is because the description might be a powerful spirit world creature or a strange evil spirit. Every time you summon it, you won't be able to be completely sure what you will attract. And this is a risk that divination can't avoid in advance.
"The danger of the second method is that it's not easy to find a suitable messenger, and there's the risk of getting lost in the spirit world.
"Unless you are a Traveler, I don't recommend the second method. For the first method, I can provide some tested 'descriptions.' As long as the process is accurate, the risk is relatively low, but it might not be something you'll be satisfied with. In addition, the contract requires the power of the dead soul domain. You can use my copper whistle to provide it.
"The format includes the following paragraphs …
"Of course, if you don't mind, I can give you a messenger and let it sign a contract with you …"
Give it to me? It's no wonder that messenger didn't even dare show his face … Klein thought in enlightenment.
Considering how he had taken a messenger as a guard and was unfortunately killed by Mr. A, resulting in messengers becoming more and more impolite to him, he first declined the goodwill of giving it to him.
Should I use the first method or the second method? The first method is easy to get into trouble. I might be beaten up on the spot by the summoned reserve messenger … The commonly used description isn't special enough, and the messenger's abilities are worrisome … The second method? I'm not afraid of getting lost. I can directly return above the gray fog, and in my Spirit Body state, I can use the Sea God Scepter. The spirit world creature isn't afraid of having its blood drained. Yes, I have to do it outside the archipelago; otherwise, I'll be troubled by the prayers. Klein quickly made up his mind.
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