Chapter 533: Mr. 4,200 Pounds

"There is danger in the inn."

Klein softly chanted the divination statement, entered Cogitation, and

then flipped a gold coin.

Clang!

A faint but crisp sound echoed in the quiet room. The gold coin tumbled

and fell, landing in Klein's palm.

It was tails, indicating a negative response.

No danger... With a frown, Klein looked around and pulled out

a bottle of insect-repelling essential oil from his coat on the coat

rack.

He sprinkled a circle around him, then he quickly took four steps

counterclockwise, entering the gray fog to make a divination for

confirmation.

In about ten seconds, he received a revelation---there was still no

danger.

Returning to the real world, Klein shook his head; put the gold coin and

bottle back; wore his coat, trousers, and boots before sitting at the

edge of his bed, leaning back against the pillow as he placed great

caution on this turn of events.

He still remembered his Seer principles, especially the one about

"divination is not all-powerful," so even if the answers he received

indicated it was safe, he didn't dare to relax and return to his

slumber.

This isn't to say that he didn't believe in the gray fog's ability to

shield him from interference, but rather that there were too many

possibilities. His divination statement might not be accurate enough to

cover them all, resulting in his misinterpretation.

He already had a guess about what had just happened. It was that the

four adventurers in the restaurant had indeed found the abandoned and

forgotten ancient temple in the primitive forest on Symeem Island. They

had obtained wealth or cultural relics, but they had also stirred the

barely-surviving evil spirits, causing them to be plagued by evil

thoughts and curses.

Time ticked by, and Klein suddenly felt a subtle spirituality

fluctuation spread out from the room and quickly blend into the

surrounding darkness.

The hidden flow that he had barely sensed vanished, and the tranquility

of the night returned.

*As expected... It's a result of Beyonder powers... It was solved just

like that? I'll just wait a little longer. It would be dawn in an hour

or two anyway... Even if there really is a problem, this place has a

cathedral and a Mandated Punishers team...* Klein half closed

his eyes and began to engage in Cogitation.

Bayam, Amyris Leaf Bar.

Danitz, determined to hoodwink any monitoring, carried a cup of Lanti

Proof and drunkenly watched as the girls on the boxing ring danced a

hot, sexy dance.

"Dogshit! It's been so long since they've lost a single piece of

clothing!" he shouted with the other drunks.

Then, ignoring whether they received any response, they laughed out

loud, clinked glasses, and drank.

"Have you read the newspapers?" a man who was fooling around in the bar

late at night burped and said to his companions.

"Did your brain get eaten by a donkey? Do you think... Do you think that

I can read those twisting and turning letters of the alphabet? Holy Lord

of Storms, I'm only interested in this kind of twisting and turning!

Hahaha!" His companion raised his glass and pointed at the dancers,

laughing at what he thought was a humorous answer.

The man who had spoken earlier smacked the back of his head.

"Steel is dead!

"He was killed by Blazing!"

The nearby Danitz was stunned for a moment, then he sat up, turning his

head slightly.

He cleared his throat and took a sip of the liquor, acting as if nothing

had happened, but he secretly inched closer to hear what the others had

to say about the matter.

The adventurer and part-time pirate who had brought him into the trade

had once said that life at sea would've been meaningless without liquor,

women, and boasting.

"Steel? What Steel? Let me tell you, when I was young, I once defeated a

steel pipe!" another drunkard interrupted.

"What did you do to the steel pipe? Should I say something like woah,

yours sure is thin!" The first man to speak revealed a knowing smile.

He didn't wait for a reply as he continued, "Steel Maveti is dead! The

second mate of Admiral of Blood is dead!"

The last half of his words came out in a low growl. It frightened one of

the fellows who was already wavering to slip to the bottom of the table

as he raved in horror, "It wasn't me, I didn't do it..."

*Dogshit! A bar is always so chaotic! Hurry up and get to the point! I'm

waiting for you to praise Lord Blazing!* The disguised Danitz

couldn't wait to smash the cup of alcohol in his hand at the group.

"The papers mention that it was jointly done by the Navy and the Church.

Steel is dead, Blood Brambles is dead. Even Calm Squall is dead. John

Smith and that bunch of assholes have been caught as well!" A drunk who

was still a little lucid came over and joined in on the conversation.

"No, no, no! That's not the truth!" The man who raised the topic first

shook his head with a smile. "I have a friend working at the news

agency. He told me that he has verifiable intel that cannot be

published. The Navy and the Church were only used. The true murderer is

Blazing Danitz and a mysterious, experienced, and powerful adventurer, a

bounty hunter."

"Impossible! There's absolutely no way Blazing Danitz can defeat Steel!

Even if it's a sneak attack, there's no way he can finish Steel!" A few

drinkers shared similar viewpoints.

"The crux is that powerful adventurer. I suspect he's an adventurer

nearing the rank of a pirate admiral!" the man who had started the

conversation emphasized. "I've no idea how Danitz got to know that guy.

Heh, he contributed in the matter. Apparently, Blood Brambles was

finished off by him! Didn't you notice? Blazing's bounty has increased

to 4,200 pounds!"

"That's right!"

"Really?"

"Blazing sure isn't simple!"

"What a fierce pirate, no---a great pirate!"

"Great pirates? I really couldn't tell the last time I drank with him!"

*Pui! You son of a bitch, when did I ever drink with you? I don't even

know you!* Amidst the exclamations, Danitz thought in delight.

*4,200 pounds! If those fellows were to know, they would definitely get

up at night to wipe the deck in envy. Hahaha, I can now be said to be

the strongest boatswain on the Golden Dream!*

At this moment, Danitz wished he could fly back to the ship and drink

and brag with fellows like Iron Skin and Barrel, telling them all about

the thrilling events in Bansy Harbor---how he had defeated the fallen

bishop, how he had cleverly escaped from the ambush of Steel and the

others, how he had set up a trap to finish off all his enemies, and how

he would never be able to play the card game of life ever again.

*Unfortunately, for the sake of Captain, I still have to continue to be

the servant of Gehrman Sparrow, that madman... Sigh, I'm already a great

4,200 pound pirate!* Danitz sighed, allowing himself to continue

to be paralyzed by the alcohol.

As the Storm cathedral's bells rang, the orange sun rose in the sky. The

surroundings were still so quiet that only the sound of water could be

heard.

Without encountering anything abnormal, Klein exhaled in relief and took

off his clothes, returned to bed, and made up for his lack of sleep by

sleeping for another two more hours.

His considerable spirituality allowed him to wake up at the scheduled

time of 8:30 a.m. He washed up slowly, changed his clothes, and went to

the first floor to buy a loaf of bread with cooked chestnuts and a glass

of Gurney Sap. He ate as he walked to the dock.

Since he had already bought his return tickets for the 9 o'clock liner,

Klein kept watch of the time and prepared to board the ship.

At that moment, he saw the lady with the greenish-gray eyes, as well as

the three male adventurers from her team.

They were buying tickets at the ticket office.

*The liner is about to leave. They definitely wouldn't be able to make

it in time for the 9 o'clock trip... I wonder what they obtained from

the abandoned temple, but last night they attracted an existence similar

to an evil spirit. Please don't let anything unexpected happen when they

ride on the liner...* Klein used his body to block the

adventurers' line of sight, took out a gold coin, and made a divination.

His revelation was that the later liner wouldn't be in danger.

Klein hesitated for two seconds, looked at the passengers waiting for

the ten o'clock liner near the ticket office, rubbed his fingers

together in silence, and lit the ticket in his palm.

He went back to the ticket office as if nothing had happened and bought

the ten o'clock liner ticket for four soli.

Then, he went to the washroom at the docks, went above the gray fog, and

quickly divined his worries.

He knew very well that if the results showed that there were great

dangers, he wouldn't take the risk of boarding the ship. Instead, he

would find a way to prevent the ship from sailing and destroy it, if

necessary, to prevent any innocents from dying.

If the revelation was the same as the divination from before, he would

ride it normally while keeping a lookout for any accidents.

In the end, he still received a negative answer.

Klein was relieved and returned to the real world. He adjusted the

position of the murloc's bladder for quick access.

If an accident really happened, this Beyonder ingredient would become

quite important in the vast ocean.

This Beyonder ingredient could also be used in a rudimentary, simple

manner, just like the All-Black Eye which had been contaminated by the

True Creator.

Ten o'clock sharp.

Klein, in his Gehrman Sparrow appearance, picked up his suitcase,

followed the adventurers, and boarded the liner.

Along the way, he appeared to doze off or read old newspapers and

magazines on the ship, but in actual fact, he was keeping an eye on the

greenish-gray-eyed lady and her companions.

This wariness continued all the way to the port of Bayam, but no

accidents occurred in the middle.

Did they resolve all the problems? What did they actually get?

Klein stopped by the side of the road, bought the latest newspaper from

a newsboy, and watched the four adventurers from the corner of his eye

until they disappeared.

Phew... Klein decided to not think about it anymore. As long

as it didn't endanger the overall situation, he wasn't concerned about

what those people had done. He was just a little curious.

He picked up his suitcase, leafing through the papers as he walked down

Acid Lemon Street like an ordinary passerby.

Suddenly, with a chuckle, he said to himself, *The bounty for Danitz has

risen to 4,200 pounds...*

If things continued like this, he suspected whether he could resist the

urge of sending the fellow to the governor-general's office.

Walking back to the Wind of Azure Inn, Klein heard undulated snores that

were slowly reaching a crescendo before he even took out his keys.

He didn't escape? Klein was slightly surprised, but he wasn't

too surprised either.

He had previously tampered with Shadow Cloak, so as long as Danitz left,

he could use divination methods to track him down and find the Vice

Admiral Iceberg.

Although he's timid, he's still cautious... Klein opened the

door and entered, looking at Danitz, who awoke with a start. He grinned

a little.

"Congratulations, Mr. 4,200 Pounds."

Danitz was instantly wide awake, wanting to laugh dryly in response, but

he couldn't.

At this moment, he felt that his life might be in danger.