Chapter 539: Late-night Operations

"When an outsider picks up that holy sword, God will walk the land

again.

"But what happens if the holy sword shatters?"

These two sentences echoed in the minds of Kalat and Edmonton; the

matter was completely in the gaps of their knowledge.

For a few seconds, they stared at the shattered holy sword, their

expressions dull while they remained speechless.

They couldn't believe that the holy sword, which had only been touched

by an outsider in the evening, had suddenly shattered!

What does this mean? What does it represent? The two of them

didn't dare to think too deeply about it. They felt as if they had

returned to the very beginning. Back then, one of the secret bases of

the Resistance had been discovered by the Loen military. They were

raided without any warning, and this resulted in their fathers being

killed in that massacre. Their female relatives were abducted and sold

to different places. Before receiving the grievous news, the feelings

Kalat and Edmonton felt that day mirrored what they felt today. They

felt heavy, confused, expectant, and unease, all of them mixing to form

an intense pressure.

"Return to the forest, find the High Priest, and figure out the reason.

Perhaps, this is the latest revelation from God..." Kalat turned his

wheelchair and said in a deep voice.

Edmonton immediately stood up, saying to his remaining subordinates,

"Continue searching for those blasphemers, but do not stay here.

"Also, instruct the believers outside not to hold any rituals or even

pray!"

The unexpected change in events made him extra vigilant.

Bayam, in the corner of the street where the Cathedral of Waves was

located.

Holding a stack of white folded paper, Danitz turned his head to the

side, feeling a mix of nervousness, worry, and puzzlement.

"You mean that I'm to post them in different parts of the street and

finally post it on the main door of the Cathedral of Waves?"

He was very afraid that the door of the cathedral would suddenly open

and a group of fist-brandishing priests and bishops would rush out,

immediately attacking them without even asking why he had posted the

poster.

Klein maintained his coldness and said, "Yes."

His original plan was to hand the matter of Sea God Kalvetua over to Mr.

Hanged Man, so that he could warn the Church of Storms. However,

considering that he still held the secret of Bansy Harbor, and he might

even have reported the matter, it would be easy for him to arouse

suspicion with another piece of important information in such a short

period of time.

As for the solution, it was very simple. He could post a few posters on

the Mandated Punishers' front door so that they could see it as soon as

they came out.

There was a small problem with Klein's plan---he couldn't tell which of

the shops around the Cathedral of Waves was the cover identity of the

Mandated Punishers. All he could do was make Danitz work a little harder

and stick the posters everywhere in prominent spots, including, but not

limited to, the front door of the Cathedral of Waves.

*...I should've run away earlier... Why would I think that this fellow

had saved my life? Perhaps I would've been converted into gold pounds if

he were any other powerful adventurer... No, who would've imagined that

this lunatic would so easily resolve the Sea God's curse. Fleeing might

put me in an even worse state...* While lamenting inwardly,

Danitz unrolled the pile of white paper and casually glanced at the

content.

"After Leticia Dolera and company entered and left the Sea God's ruin in

Symeem Island, they were pursued by the Resistance. Meanwhile, Kalat and

the Resistance were trying to sell a strange bone sword that looked a

little bent. Sea God Kalvetua's body is on the brink of collapse with an

extremely deranged mental state."

"..."

Danitz froze for two seconds, then he subconsciously glanced at Gehrman

Sparrow.

*I can understand the first few statements, but why is there a mention

of Sea God Kalvetua being on the brink of collapse and in an extremely

deranged mental state... How does Gehrman Sparrow know? Did he discover

a problem when he was dealing with the Sea God's curse? And how did he

deal with the Sea God's curse? The organization behind him is more

powerful than I thought... Could it be that it's similar to the Aurora

Order, in which they serve a real deity?* The more he thought

about it, the more Danitz trembled in fear.

The first time he heard of the Aurora Order had originated from a

robbery at sea. Back then, it was the first time he saw his captain's

serious expression. After that, he was taught some so-called general

knowledge of the mysterious world.

Klein responded to Danitz with an emotionless gaze.

In the poster, he had eliminated any subjective assumptions, and he had

only described the matters that could be confirmed with certainty, so as

to not interfere with the judgment of the higher-ups in the Church of

Storms.

Among them, the content regarding an important item that Leticia and

company had taken away was excluded. The lost temple was changed to a

broader and more inclusive Sea God ruin. The base was obviously

abandoned by Kalat and the others after realizing that something had

happened to the Sea God, so it was also left unmentioned.

Danitz suddenly retracted his gaze, afraid to look any further.

*Captain said that the more secrets someone has, the more dangerous they

are!* He thought for a while and worriedly said, "If we stick it

on the front door of the cathedral, it will definitely garner immense

attention from the Church of Storms.

"Will they discover that I was the one who did it?"

Klein gave a terse answer.

"Yes."

"..."

Danitz forced a smile and said, "Then wouldn't I be in grave danger?"

Klein used his Clown ability to control his expression and calmly

replied, "You were already a pirate who has a bounty for your head."

*Do you think you can swagger down the main streets of Bayam

now?* Klein lampooned inwardly.

*That's true. No matter what, they will still capture me and claim my

bounty... No, there's something wrong with that!* Danitz blurted

out, "But my bounty will increase!"

Klein looked at him, but he didn't say anything. All he did was grin a

little.

For a moment, Danitz thought he heard a rhetorical question.

Isn't this a good thing?

A good thing for a donkey to kick! With a dry chuckle, Danitz

took the pile of posters and, taking advantage of the heavy winds and

late night, posted them in prominents spot on the street near the

Cathedral of Waves.

It really looks like posting a small advertisement... Klein,

who had one hand in his pocket, observed from afar and commented

inwardly.

He sighed and thought, *It's good to have an assistant. At least, I

don't have to do something that tarnishes my reputation... If I were in

Tingen or Backlund, if something like that had happened... the scene

would be was too beautiful to imagine...*

Danitz finally reached outside the Cathedral of Waves, plastered the

poster on the front door, clenched his fist, and pounded on the door.

After finishing all of this, he turned around and ran, as if there were

ten Mandated Punishers running after him from behind.

Klein didn't dare to be negligent. He pulled out a paper figurine, shook

it off, and burned it to ashes before briskly walking to another street.

After his recent encounters with the Mandated Punishers, he had a deep

understanding of their style, and he didn't dare to be the slightest bit

careless.

It was only when they were far away from the Cathedral of Waves that

they slowed down and regained their normal walking speed.

Danitz had a good constitution; his face wasn't flushed nor was he

panting.

He was slightly puzzled and asked, "Why didn't you just write to the

police or throw it in the governor-general's office?"

Before Klein could reply, he had already realized why.

*That's right. The lower-ranking police and the staff of the

governor-general's office are locals. They might very well pity the

Resistance or might be clandestine believers of Sea God.*

As they were talking, they turned a corner and saw an extremely large

red building in front of them. The inside was brightly lit and music

could be heard from within. People and carriages streamed in and out the

door. It didn't exude any vibes that it was late at night.

"Ha, we actually ended up walking here." After a second of hesitation, a

smile appeared on Danitz's face, a smile that all men understood.

Red Theater? Klein, who was rich in theoretical knowledge,

suddenly came to a realization.

Danitz laughed mischievously.

"This is one of the most famous places in the entire Sonia Sea. There

are mysterious and flirtatious Balam girls, passionate Feynapotter

girls, open and alluring Intis maidens, tall and graceful Feysac ladies,

conservative and quiet Loen women, gentle and docile natives..."

This fellow knows a lot... He comes often? Klein swept a

glance at Blazing and said nothing.

For some reason, Danitz felt as though he had been seen through, and he

immediately laughed awkwardly.

"This is what pirates talk about when bragging. I've only been here a

few times.

"I didn't have much money in the past. I could only find some average

ones, and it's mainly in the area of the Fog Sea. Afterward, I joined

the Golden Dream..."

*No wonder... Although Vice Admiral Iceberg's men receive quite good

employment perks and often get to share in the treasure, it's still

quite difficult to save up a few houses in Bayam...* Compared to

the typical pirate, this guy at least knows temperance and saves his

money... Klein thought in enlightenment.

Danitz didn't wish to continue on the topic as he changed the topic.

"There are a lot of street girls in Bayam, especially there."

He pointed into the distance and said, "There was once a pirate who did

an experiment. He randomly knocked on a family's door, produced some

money, and requested to do it with the mistress once. In the end, three

to four families out of the ten agreed. Tsk, if it's someone like you,

who has the standard Loen look, almost no one will refuse you. They

might secretly hide their daughters to prevent you from discovering her.

Heh heh, Loen's Navy would commit many murders and rapes here every

year; they aren't any better than the pirates, but they would only be

sent back to the country, and pay some small fines."

Klein listened quietly, and he suddenly thought back to the evening when

the believers of the Sea God were praying around the pool. He thought

back to their feverish and numb faces.

Backlund, within the Odora family's villa.

Emlyn White, who had taken the initiative to expose certain problems

about himself, nervously followed Cosmi underground. He once again

arrived in the gray stone hall where the black iron coffin was kept.

"Esteemed Lord Nibbs, why have you summoned me?" Although Emlyn had

rehearsed this scene in his mind dozens of times, he still couldn't

completely remove the tension and apprehension in his heart.

In this state, he suddenly understood a problem. From the viewpoint of

theater studies, the role he was acting as should hide his worries and

fears.

There's no need for any special concealment... I did well!

Emlyn was suddenly much calmer.

A deep, aged voice sounded from the coffin that was covered with symbols

and magic labels.

"To reward you.

"For the Ancestor, you risked your life to pray to The Fool. Although

you didn't receive a response, you bore an enormous risk. This is an act

that needs to be rewarded.

"Here is an acceptance draft for 7,000 pounds, a reward for you. I

didn't give it to you in a timely fashion due to the Great Smog of

Backlund, but it's never too late.

"At the same time, you must always be aware of yourself and not relax.

If anything abnormal happens, immediately inform Cosmi."

He really gave me money... Emlyn almost forgot to close his

mouth.