Chapter 687: Blatherer

Picking up the blood crystal and smelling the faint smell of sulfur,

Klein could vaguely sense the corrosive powers hidden deep within.

*Legend has it that the Abyss is an area with the greatest powers of

corruption. Even an angel will fall and lose control there. The people

guarding the Abyss will eventually be assimilated by the Abyss... The

characteristic shown by the Desire Apostle does match this point. Hmm,

deepening the assimilation of a Desire Apostle?* Klein allowed

his thoughts to wander.

Soon, he noticed a detail. Kircheis had declared loyalty to the Death

Announcer, and not to King of Immortality Agalito!

*Does this mean that the real King of Immortality is the Death

Announcer? Agalito is only its spokesperson or the administrator to

infect targets? Heh, rumor has it that Agalito isn't a demigod and isn't

at Sequence 4. He relies solely on the Death Announcer to become one of

the Four Kings. If that's the case, his actual situation is worse than I

expected. He doesn't even have any autonomy...*

*Of course, I can't eliminate the possibility that he's a Sequence 4,

and his relationship with the Death Announcer is just one of cooperating

partners. He's a Demon after all. He's crafty and enjoys misleading

people...*

Klein contemplated for a few seconds before attempting another

divination to see if he could obtain any revelation for the blood

crystal's usage.

He wasn't afraid that it would incur huge trouble for him, or it could

be said that he was already prepared to receive any. Even if it was

connected to the Devil King in the Abyss, it would at most be equivalent

to the backlash from the True Creator or Eternal Blazing Sun. Klein

believed that the gray fog had the means to defend against and suppress

it.

*This is the first time. I won't have my location locked on, so it's not

a big problem... Besides, I already divined its origins, and there

wasn't any danger. Therefore, the Death Announcer definitely isn't a

Sequence 0 Devil... Eh, isn't that obvious? If it's really a Sequence 0

Devil, or a Sealed Artifact at the level of King of Angels, Amon, then

there's no need to avoid the joint forces of me, Queen Mystic, Admiral

of Stars, and Anderson...* Klein realized that he had been

frightening himself. He began to seriously begin the dream divination.

In the blurry world, he saw a world covered with sticky black fog.

A monster formed from dark-colored lumps of flesh squirmed over as its

body cavity produced a raging roar, "Blatherer!"

The scene changed, producing an ancient-looking altar which was splashed

with fresh blood. Engraved on of it were words and symbols filled with a

corruptive feeling; it was as though they were shouting something.

The hazy world shattered as Klein slowly opened his eyes and sat

straight.

He tapped his finger on the edge of the long bronze table and muttered

to himself, *Blatherer refers to the state before the Death Announcer

became a Sealed Artifact---a Blatherer from the Abyss. Or was it a

gigantic monster formed from dark-colored lumps of flesh that became a

Sealed Artifact after being killed by a Blatherer?*

*Heh heh, regardless, the final confirmation is that there's one ship

involved. Otherwise, it wouldn't have solidified into its present

state.*

*Hmm... From the laughter of the person on the brink of losing control,

it's very likely that the Death Announcer corresponds to Blatherer. A

preliminary prediction is that it isn't a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact;

otherwise, King of Immortality would be the best of the Four Kings...

It's probably a Sequence 3? Furthermore, Agalito clearly doesn't match

well with it. The level of power shown isn't that high. It's at most

Sequence 4...*

*That corruptive altar that gave off a feeling as though it was shouting

suggests that the blood crystal is able to summon a high-level Devil?

For example, the Blatherer?*

Having no idea how to summon a high-level Devil, nor having any plans on

doing so, Klein casually threw the thin blood crystal along with the

Beyonder characteristic---the glowing crystal left behind by the Priest

of Light---into the junk pile. Then, he perfunctorily named the former:

Aura of Blatherer!

After doing this, Klein cautiously attempted another divination. It was

to confirm if he would encounter any danger that night, danger that came

from King of Immortality Agalito.

In fact, he already had a prediction for the divination's outcome. King

of Immortality Agalito wouldn't touch ground on the island!

Firstly, it was because Toscarter had a hidden demigod. Ordinary

Beyonders might not know, but the Four Kings would have some level of

understanding. And it was unlikely Agalito would wish to have any

head-on conflict with other demigods. Forcefully entering the

"territory" of another person wasn't his style.

Secondly, Klein's previous theory had produced a conclusion: Agalito

didn't dare to leave the Death Announcer, and the Death Announcer had no

way of going ashore!

Indeed, Klein received the revelation that it would be very safe that

night.

This meant that he didn't need to change his appearance and move to

another hotel.

Around nine in the morning of the next day, Klein saw Anderson Hood

appear the moment he walked into the restaurant on the first floor and

found a seat. Anderson immediately sat opposite him.

This Strongest Hunter used his fingers to comb his short blond hair,

making it part seventy-thirty. As he looked at Gehrman Sparrow, he tsked

with a laugh.

"Impressive, you managed to hunt Kircheis even when fighting

one-on-three!

"The way you dragged the Devil's corpse downstairs has already spread

throughout Toscarter Pier.

"Heh, it's said that every pirate with a bounty on their head has

decided to distance themselves from your sights. They will not appear

anywhere within a five-kilometer radius from you!"

Ever since he acquainted himself with Frank Lee, Klein had quit drinking

milk. He raised his hand to order a cup of coffee, a piece of white

bread, two toasts, a roasted pork sausage, and a plate of butter. Then,

he replied in an extremely calm manner, "Your ability at gathering intel

is pretty good."

Anderson chuckled.

"This is necessary for a hunter. Heh, the Toscarter adventurers are

discussing a serious question as to who is the strongest hunter!"

When Anderson saw Gehrman Sparrow look up with a cold and ambiguous

gaze, his smile froze.

"They've all chosen you.

"Haha, after all, this is the Sonia Sea, and not the Fog Sea."

*Why did you need to add that second sentence? It's just asking for a

beating...* Klein casually asked, as though being indifferent,

"Anything else?"

"Ah?" Anderson suddenly felt his comprehension skills were impeded.

"Any other intel?" Klein repeated himself with more details.

"There is..." Anderson suddenly signaled with his eyes. "Molsona from

the Loen New Party has mysteriously disappeared last night. He

mysteriously disappeared in his own room while being protected by

countless guards! The official explanation is that Molsona has already

died. The reason was that he possibly consecrated an evil god or

summoned a devil. Heh, no one believes that. It's because the Church of

Storms has received an anonymous letter that has detailed records of

Molsona's crimes, as well as evidence."

He stared intently at Gehrman Sparrow, hoping that the crazy adventurer

would provide him with more information.

He clearly remembered that Gehrman Sparrow had just asked him who

deserved to be killed yesterday afternoon. And his answer was Molsona

from the Loen New Party.

Klein tersely responded without saying anything more.

At this moment, a figure rushed into the hotel. After looking around, he

walked towards Klein in delight.

He was none other than the bar owner from before.

"Mr. Sparrow." The owner took off a bonnet that had a depression in the

middle and bowed. "It has already been confirmed, but the process will

take another two days. After all, it's too large a sum. Heh heh, I know

you'll be leaving today, so in order to not delay your schedule, I've

decided to cover the bounty for now. Well, a portion of it comes from

the bar's liquid cash, and a portion of it I loaned from my friends.

Please make sure the number is right."

He deliberately spoke in detail to express his goodwill to Gehrman

Sparrow while earning a profit. He wanted to befriend this crazy

adventurer.

As for whether King of Immortality would seek revenge on him, he wasn't

too worried. Many a time, Kircheis would similarly claim bounties

through him. After all, it was a reward for battles between pirates.

Everyone liked gaining some additional cash. It was an unspoken rule at

sea.

Klein did a count of the thick stack of notes worth 6,000 pounds. He

split them into a few stacks and placed them into different pockets.

Then, he said with a nod, "Not bad."

The bar owner heaved a sigh of relief. He then warily surveyed his

surroundings before suppressing his voice.

"You have to be careful. King of Immortality is a very vengeful person.

He might intercept your ship at sea."

He didn't dare to say that he had the means to arrange for someone to

board certain ships to depart in secret, afraid that it would be

detected by King of Immortality and that he would suffer retaliation as

a result.

"I know," Klein replied indifferently.

The bar owner didn't speak further. He bowed once more and left the

hotel's restaurant.

"Do you have the means to leave?" Anderson looked at Gehrman Sparrow

with a look of curiosity.

"Guess." Klein revealed a gentlemanly smile.

The corners of Anderson's lips twitched.

"I'm relieved by seeing your confidence.

"By the way. The tickets. It sets sail at half-past one in the

afternoon.

"Impressive. I thought I was rather amazing earning 1,600 pounds in a

night. Who knew..."

Klein didn't respond as he began enjoying his breakfast.

Later, he made a new suit to prevent himself from lacking a change of

clothes.

Time passed, and soon, it was time to board the ship. Anderson held a

newly bought suitcase and looked at Gehrman Sparrow beside him. He

asked, seemingly worried, "Are we just leaving on this ship?

"The Death Announcer should be around the surrounding waters. The Future

left yesterday after it was resupplied."

He felt that leaving while under the wrath of the King of Immortality

wasn't a wise choice.

*It's impossible for Gehrman Sparrow to be crazy enough to just storm

right into death, right... Unless, this is his trap...* A

thought came to Anderson as he had a hunch.

Klein didn't turn his head to look at him. He directly boarded the liner

with his suitcase.

His thoughts were simple. It was likely that the Death Announcer could

sense something wrong with its aura. Based on the King of Immortality's

modus operandi, it was unlikely for him to make a forceful assault. If

his assumption was wrong, then the moment the Death Announcer appeared

along the horizon, Klein would immediately enter his room and pray to

himself. Then, he would go above the gray fog to use the scepter to

respond. He wanted to see who was stronger---the Blatherer at sea or the

Sea God!

This wasn't Klein's original plan. He had planned on using the Sea God

Scepter's ability to command sea creatures to find an underwater

"carriage" for himself. Then, under layers of protection from his

charms, he would pull Anderson out into the waters and escape the range

of the Death Announcer's blockade before secretly boarding a liner he

had tickets to.

However, in consideration that the target of revenge had disappeared all

of a sudden, it was possible that the King of Immortality would vent his

anger on others by slaughtering liners indiscriminately. After all,

pirates didn't abide by the law, nor did they come with any proper

morals. After divining above the gray fog, Klein ultimately decided to

leave brazenly.