Chapter 597: Klein's Plan

*Lanevus is likely a Sequence 8 Swindler. This happens to be from the

Marauder pathway. It's not incomprehensible or unacceptable that he

would have the "admission ticket" to the corresponding gathering. On the

contrary, it's very logical... Purchasing a mystical item, which can

steal the Beyonder powers of others, at a gathering with the Hermits of

Fate is definitely much easier than other circles... From the looks of

it, this is the so-called clue Will Auceptin mentioned...* Klein

sat by the edge of the bed and suddenly brightened up.

He hurriedly set up a ritual to summon himself and went above the gray

fog to bring back the eyeball-sized badge to the real world.

On the front of the badge was a symbol that depicted fate and

concealment, and behind it was a ring of tiny and compact words in

ancient Hermes: "You can join if you have this item."

Klein was just about to inject his spirituality to activate the badge

and send out the "information" to synchronize it with the latest

gathering time and location when he suddenly turned hesitant.

*...How careless am I. I actually forgot to divine if doing so will be

dangerous! If that gathering has Lanevus's demigod senior and he uses it

to lock onto me, that will be troublesome. It's just like how Vice

Admiral Ailment Tracy was able to quickly find a Demoness of Unaging to

help her. I must take precautions... A person should be rash when the

time calls for it, and be a coward when necessary!* Klein

smacked his forehead and cautiously returned to the mysterious space

above the gray fog where he used spirit dowsing to perform a divination.

After receiving a revelation that there wasn't any danger, he breathed a

sigh of relief and left the gray fog. He then sat in the reclining chair

in his inn room.

With the injection of his spirituality, the badge emitted a blurry

luster and quickly condensed into an inconspicuous light beam, shooting

out into the air.

Before long, the same light beam returned and dispersed, transforming

into a palm-sized piece of illusory goatskin parchment. On it was

written the words in ancient Feysac: "6 June 1350, 9 p.m. at the Tussock

River's estuary."

*That's another four more months... With this much time, it wouldn't be

a problem for me to find the Marionettist's main ingredient all over

again. The only obstacle is a lack of money, but that's not too

difficult. I now have a wealth of 6,945 pounds. I should have more than

enough after selling another one or two Beyonder characteristics.

Besides, there are so many moving bounties at sea, no... I can't be so

conceited. I have to eliminate the Four Kings and the Seven Admirals...

What kind of clue is this?* Klein leaned forward, arched his

back, and began thinking hard.

As he thought about the gathering of the Hermits of Fate, he suddenly

thought of someone: Leonard Mitchell!

*My dear poet had participated in the Hermits of Fate gathering in Babur

Valley. Regardless of his goal, whether it's for official work or

private matters, there's a possibility of him obtaining a mystical item

that can steal the Beyonder powers of others... I can borrow it from him

or buy it through him? This is the real clue?* Klein felt

energized as he quickly came up with a rough plan.

*First step. Place the radio transceiver above the gray fog to

accumulate its aura;*

*Second step, use the radio transceiver to contact Arrodes a few days

later;*

*Third step, ask it where I can, with relative ease, obtain mystical

items that can steal the Beyonder powers of others;*

*If the answer is very clear, the fourth step will follow what the

information says, easily completing my goal. If the answer is vague or

fraught with danger, the fourth step can be to ask my dear poet's

present location.*

*The fifth step is to get Emlyn White to take this badge to find my dear

poet to see if he has any corresponding items and if it's possible to do

a transaction. I won't appear in person, for I might end up being

recognized. That will similarly make it very troublesome. As for Emlyn,

he's presently considered someone from the Church of Earth Mother,

no---considered a ghost of the Church of Earth Mother. To get him to

initiate first-contact, even if he were reported by my dear poet or ends

up captured on the spot, he wouldn't be framed or put up for

torture.*

With the plan on what to do and how to proceed, Klein immediately felt

refreshed. In his good mood, he decided to head out to eat a Bayam

delicacy---roasted fish.

Above the blue sea, the Golden Dream, which was sparkling thanks to the

setting sun's golden rays, was silently cruising forward.

Receiving his captain's permission, Danitz apprehensively walked into

her room with his head up as people stared at him with envy.

Bookshelves filled the room and on top of them were different books.

Vice Admiral Iceberg Edwina stood in front of a desk as she held a black

fountain pen in her hand. She quickly wrote the following: "...I do not

have similar items. Same for Jodeson. He says he will help you look out

for it, but that will require you to be sufficiently lucky."

Edwina raised her head and turned her clear, aqueous blue eyes to look

at Danitz.

"You, hold the ritual, the ritual to summon Gehrman Sparrow's

messenger."

At that moment, Danitz was wondering if he would receive any special

treatment from his captain, but when he heard that, he pointed at

himself in astonishment. "Me?"

"Yes." Edwina folded the letter, straightened her body, and nodded.

"This can help you familiarize yourself with similar rituals. In the

future, I'll be testing you on this."

"Alright..." Danitz hid his disappointment as he tried his best to

recall the procedure as he slowly set up the ritual that only needed one

candle.

Finally, under Edwina's watch, he took out a shiny Loen gold coin and

placed it on the altar.

After taking the letter, Danitz ran through the subsequent ritual in his

mind twice before he dared to do it.

He took a step back and said in ancient Hermes, "I!

"I summon in my name:

"The spirit that wanders about the unfounded, the friendly creature that

can be subordinated, the messenger that belongs to Gehrman Sparrow."

Whoosh!

The wind howled in the wall of spirituality, sending Danitz's yellow

hair flailing upwards.

The flame rapidly burgeoned to the size of a human's head. It was as

pale as the letter in Danitz's hand.

Soon, Danitz saw long blonde hair, bloodshot eyes, and a gorgeous head

appear.

*Hiss. Gehrman Sparrow's messenger is very unique. How can a spirit

world creature look like a human, and it's so beautiful at that. She's

just slightly inferior to Captain, uh...* Danitz suddenly choked

because he discovered that the head didn't have a neck underneath.

Furthermore, it was held up by a pigtail with a hand.

He looked in a daze as one head after another appeared. he saw the

headless figure dressed in a complicated dress appear before him.

She's indeed a creature from the spirit world... He felt

ashamed for having those thoughts.

Taking a deep breath, Danitz hurriedly handed over the letter and saw

one of the beautiful heads open its mouth to bite at it with

pearly-white teeth.

At this moment, Reinette Tinekerr's other head bit on the gold coin on

the altar.

However, she didn't immediately leave. The four bloodshot eyes on other

two heads darted towards Edwina Edwards who was outside the wall of

spirituality. She sized her up a few times.

Edwina felt herself being observed, and it made it impossible to contain

the horror that ensued.

Reinette Tinekerr retracted her gaze as her body turned illusory, fusing

into the white candlelight.

The flame lit up again as the colors spread outwards. Everything had

restored to normal.

Just as Danitz removed the wall of spirituality, he heard his captain

say in a deep voice, "That's not an ordinary creature from the spirit

world..."

Not an ordinary creature from the spirit world? Danitz was

stunned.

He knew that his captain's profession was a researcher of spirit world

creatures. If she said it wasn't ordinary, it definitely wasn't one. It

was far more extraordinary than ordinary!

Gehrman Sparrow really is a man with many secrets... Danitz

reflected.

Backlund, Cherwood Borough.

Fors mustered every fiber in her body before she triumphed over the

laziness brought from the fireplace. She switched to a thick dark blue

cotton dress, wrapped a light gray scarf around her, and wore a warm

lady's hat. In the not-too-cold temperatures, aside from the cold that

seeped into her bones thanks to the prevailing fog, she took a carriage

to Williams Street.

She took in the cold air and told herself that this was a common

excursion for an author to gather material outside. There was no need

for her to be nervous or appear abnormal.

Taking a few steps forward, Fors entered a coffee shop and sat by the

window. As she drank the thick, warm liquid, she observed the

pedestrians and the houses across the road.

*There's nothing abnormal. There's no fighting or theft at all... This

is a place where the rich live, so the security is much better than East

Borough... Heh, I can still see someone from Feysac. He's really tall

and muscular, like a bear. He also has companions... Haha, are those

people from Intis? They really wear exaggerated clothes, it's like

they're acting in a play... Backlund is indeed the Capital of Capitals.

I can meet many foreigners here...* Fors gradually forgot her

goal and opened up a notebook to record down material for her novel.

After she finished her coffee, she circled the street and left after

finding nothing peculiar. She planned to come again on Thursday.

After taking Edwina's reply letter from Reinette Tinekerr's "hands,"

Klein watched as the messenger vanished, confirming that she hadn't

asked for an additional gold coin.

*From the looks of it, using a gold coin as a ritual material

works...* He smiled, feeling pleased with himself as he opened

the letter.

With a fruitless answer, he planned on going out to walk the streets to

find a chance to engage in true acting so as to conclude the principles.

At this moment, he heard knocking at the door. It was Captain Elland.

Klein silently opened the door and said, "I was just about to look for

you."

Elland chuckled and said, "There's no need. As long as you register a

place with your identity, I'll be able to know where you're staying."

*The governor-general's office and the military have quite good control

on the inns after all...* Klein nodded without a word.

Elland turned his body halfway and pointed at the corridor.

"I'll bring you to see someone.

"The White Agate is about to return to Pritz Harbor. If you need help or

have any information to provide, you can find him. We're often generous

when it comes to payment."

This was what Klein had previously mentioned to him before.

"Alright." Klein reached out to the coat rack.

After wearing his coat, Elland led him straight to the Amyris Leaf Bar

and to a corner inside.

In the basement of the Amyris Leaf Bar.

Wormtongue Mithor King looked at Strongman Ozil opposite him and asked,

"Have you gathered the recent intel about Blazing Danitz?"

"Yes," Ozil said with a smile. "Last week, Blue Eyes Meath saw Blazing

Danitz with an unknown adventurer."