Chapter 537: Excessive Spiritual Perception

Behind the door was a bare-chested man with a hideous blue sea serpent

tattooed on his arm and short streaks of red paint painted on the sides

of his cheeks, chest, and abdomen, each group formed out of three

streaks.

*Really exotic... However, aren't you afraid of being too conspicuous?

Aren't you afraid of being caught by the police while you're outside?

You're part of the Resistance that engages in secret

operations!* Klein was about to retract his gaze when he was

almost forced to frown by the man's thick, messy eyebrows and

cold-blooded eyes.

He has killed many people... Klein made a rough judgment based

on his spiritual intuition.

Honestly speaking, due to his previous life's identity and knowledge, he

initially held a lot of sympathy for the rebels under colonial rule,

having no sense of belonging as a Loenese. However, after hearing that

the man and the followers of the Sea God Kalvetua basically engaged in

the same acts, he became even more wary and repulsed.

This wasn't to say that he discriminated against the local faith, but

rather, he understood that the traditional faith of all the colonial

islands was still in a primitive stage that believed in sacrifice. They

worshiped with blood, using living sacrifices, and were still in a state

of complete ignorance.

*In addition, with the experiences of the Emperor and myself, the

Beyonder nature of this world is filled with madness and twistedness. A

"deity" still in the primitive stage of sacrifice is basically unable to

resist this trend. It's quite obvious what kind of style they

follow...* Without a word, Klein followed Danitz into the room.

"Edmonton, who's here?" A mild voice sounded from the area near the

windows.

The tattooed man closed the door and said, "They've disguised

themselves."

At that moment, Klein had taken a good look at the situation in the room

and gained a basic understanding of it.

The living room wasn't very large. A cupboard, a table, and a few chairs

were enough to make it look cramped.

To the right were two doors leading to what appeared to be a bedroom; to

the left was a "kitchen" separated by a cabinet. As for the washroom,

there was no doubt that there wasn't one. When Klein went upstairs, he

discovered that there was a common washroom at the corner of each flight

of stairs. The stench of them not being washed for extended periods of

time urged any passersby to walk up faster.

Directly in front of him was a window. Two bamboo poles hung out and

were used to hang a lot of clothes to dry.

There were four or five men sitting or standing in the bedroom's doorway

and the living room. All of them were dark-skinned natives with slightly

curly hair. They wore dark blue Taraba shirts and more or less had red

paint on their bare skin, and as for the sea serpent tattoo, Klein

couldn't tell if it was there or not because of the clothing.

Some of them had revolvers at their waists, some carrying brownish-red

hunting rifles. Some even carried gray steel backpacks and long, thick

high-pressure steam rifles. They formed a semicircle around Danitz and

Klein, who had just entered the room.

The person who spoke was a wheelchair-bound man in his forties. He wore

a jacket and had a blanket over his knees.

He had a shaved head, a slightly green beard on both sides of his face,

and his dark brown eyes were calm and collected.

He glanced at his visitor and slowly smiled.

"Blazing."

Danitz was stunned for a moment before forcing out a laugh.

"Kalat, you have a good eye."

Dogshit! Am I so bad at disguising myself? he roared inwardly,

unwilling to accept the fact.

Kalat ignored Blazing's insincere praise and instead, chuckled.

"I heard that you killed Steel and Blood Brambles?"

"How else would they be dead?" Danitz retorted without hesitation.

Kalat narrowed his eyes, slowly shifting his gaze to Klein, who had a

featureless face.

He knew very well that Blazing Danitz alone would have a hard time

killing Blood Brambles Hendry, much less Steel Maveti. His success was

rumored to be due to the help of a powerful adventurer, a seasoned

bounty hunter.

Is it the person beside him? When he looked into Klein's eyes,

he didn't see any nervousness, worry, or vigilance. Those eyes were like

a deep ocean.

*It could very well be... At the very least, he's stronger than

Blazing!* He signaled to Edmonton and the others with his eyes,

secretly informing them to be on their guard.

"What are you doing here?" Kalat didn't pursue the subject.

Danitz subconsciously looked at Klein, and after seeing his nod of

affirmation, he replied, "Here to see what good things you have to

offer."

Kalat pointed to a table and said, "It's all placed there."

There were many strange and different items laid out, including a

whistle made of bone, a simple and crude bagpipe, an iron-black leaf,

and a rock stained with blood...

Without waiting for Klein and Danitz to examine the items, Kalat clapped

his hands and said, "I have a mission.

"If you can complete it, you can freely choose an item from these at no

additional cost."

He laughed and added, "By the definition of you foreigners, they aren't

mystical objects, but they all have some supernatural power, but it will

slowly, yes---slowly weaken until it disappears."

"What mission?" Klein asked calmly, having no intention of hiding the

fact that Danitz was only a follower.

He reached into the blanket that extended to his knees and took out a

stack of white paper.

"Find out where they are.

"If you can catch them directly, you will get even more."

He raised his arms and began to display lifelike portraits, including a

lady with greenish-gray eyes dressed in a man's shirt.

Leticia Dolera... Klein recognised who the Resistance was

looking for at a glance.

It was the female archaeologist and adventurer he had met last night and

had boarded the same ship with this morning. She was suspected to be a

member of the Moses Ascetic Order or the Element Dawn.

Danitz looked at it closely for two seconds and found the picture

vaguely familiar.

Suddenly, he remembered where he had seen her before.

Gehrman Sparrow had shown it in his dreams!

*He had just asked the captain about it in the afternoon, and we're

already bumping into something relevant in the evening... Isn't he too

resourceful at gathering information?* Danitz resisted his urge

to glance at the crazy adventurer beside him, afraid that Kalat and

Edmonton would notice something amiss.

He was very experienced in this area.

*The Resistance, who believe in the Sea God, are looking for Leticia...

The faith of the Sea God spreads throughout the Rorsted Archipelago,

including Symeem... There was a snake last night... The image of the Sea

God is that of a gigantic sea serpent...* Klein superimposed the

two matters together and quickly came to a preliminary conclusion.

Archaeologist Leticia and company had obtained an important item

involving the Sea God in the forgotten temple in the ancient forest of

Symeem Island. Hence, it resulted in last night's probing and the

Resistance's search!

Klein thought for a moment, then he gave a perfunctory reply, "I'll keep

an eye out."

*I won't randomly get myself involved in matters related to evil

spirits. Of course, if it's necessary, then I will report it to the

officials...* he silently added a few words inwardly.

Kalat nodded and said, "Take a look first and see if there's anything

you want."

Klein walked over and was just about to inquire as he made his selection

when he suddenly sensed something and subconsciously looked towards the

right side of the item pile.

There was a short sword made of thin bones. It was slightly longer than

a forearm and had a milky white body. There were a few dark red deep

stripes on it.

It can trigger my spiritual perception... Klein stretched out

his right hand in an attempt to pick up the sharp bone sword, that was

placed right at the front, to carefully examine it.

The moment his fingers touched the bone sword, cries of despair and pain

suddenly echoed in his mind. A thick stench of blood faintly appeared at

the tip of his nose, and he seemed to see many distorted and rotten

illusory figures that were covered in mucus.

Klein's forehead ached, as though he had been pierced by a needle, and

he subconsciously retracted his finger.

A little sinister... It's not a simple item... Klein, who had

experienced things far more intense before, only showed a slight change

in expression.

He resisted the urge to activate his Spirit Vision, afraid that he would

see something he shouldn't.

Noticing this, Kalat exchanged glances with Edmonton and said with a

smile, "This bone sword is capable of draining an enemy's blood. It's

not bad. Do you want it?"

A little proactive... Klein frowned, relaxed his brows

immediately, and then he said in a deep voice, "No, there's nothing I

want here."

If Kalat hadn't asked, he was even planning on buying the bone sword and

researching it above the gray fog. However, the fact that the man

promoted it had left him vigilant. Thus, he rationally abandoned his

original plans.

Kalat crossed his hands and said, "It's not expensive at all.

"Or would you like to look at something else?"

"There's no need." Klein's pupils shrank suddenly as he turned and

walked straight towards the door.

Danitz hesitated momentarily before hurrying after him.

Edmonton, who had a sea serpent tattoo on his arm, watched silently. He

seemed as if he would reach out and stop them at any moment, but in the

end, he didn't do anything.

They were the powerful adventurers who had killed Steel Maveti and Blood

Brambles Hendry!

Once out of the room, Klein stomped down the stairs without saying a

word. Danitz ran after him, alarmed.

Based on his take of the situation, he didn't inquire about the

situation and only followed.

The two quickly returned to the square, and the crowd which had gathered

once again to either kneel or prostrate scattered once more.

But unlike before, there was a man who had still remained kneeling on

the ground, motionless.

Klein didn't even glance at him as he walked past without stopping.

However, Danitz had taken a subconscious look, only to discover that the

man's face was as dry as a weathered rock.

Pa!

A piece of flesh from the man's cheek fell to the ground; it was a piece

of grayish skin with facial hair attached to it.

He seemed to have lost all the moisture in his body.

Danitz was startled and didn't dare to look again, feeling that things

had become strange and dangerous at some point.

The two of them passed through the alleys, left the city, and boarded a

rental carriage.

The carriage driver was obviously a native, around forty years old, and

his laughter was very pleasing.

But along the way, he didn't say a word. It was so quiet that it made

Danitz feel like his heart was beating like a drum.

Klein pursed his lips and remained silent.

The rental carriage quickly arrived at the dock area. In order to change

his attire, Danitz got it to stop a distance from Acid Lemon Street.

After getting off the carriage, Klein didn't pay the fare or stop. He

immediately took large strides and left, leaving Danitz stunned.

He tossed two soli to the carriage driver and hurriedly chased after

Gehrman Sparrow.

After a few steps, he looked back and saw the driver kneeling down with

a face full of zeal and devoutness. He leaned over the ground and kissed

the ground where Klein had stepped.