Slap!
Klein reached out and just caught the somewhat heavy letter.
The huge bone messenger did not linger, directly disintegrating into a fountain of bones that fell one by one onto the deck and disappeared, as if it didn't want to stay here for another second.
Holding the letter steady, Klein didn't look down to examine it immediately; following his spiritual intuition, he instinctively turned and looked toward the wooden stairs leading to the first-class cabins.
He saw
Children who had eaten the special cured meat from Damil Port have a certain temporary ability of spirit vision… Klein frowned slightly, and like when hunting fishmen, he raised his left hand, put his index finger to his lips, signaling the two minors to be quiet.
Donna, who was already quite tall, immediately raised her hand to cover her mouth, nodding both fearfully and excitedly to show she understood.
She looked down and saw that her brother was still in a daze, so she quickly grabbed his arm and pushed his palm to his mouth.
Clevelis and Cecil noticed their strange behavior, stopped, and looked at Klein, but found nothing.
Under their gaze, Klein nodded calmly and continued walking to his own room.
A gold coin had somehow appeared in his hand, flipping up and down, moving left and right, as if it had a life of its own.
Ding!
The coin bounced up and fell, landing heads up, indicating a negative.
This meant that the incident wouldn't bring harm to Klein.
Really, this messenger didn't have any manners, unlike the previous one, which would pat his shoulder, push him, give warning in advance, or even directly spiritualize the surroundings to prevent ordinary people from seeing… Klein complained inwardly, took out his key, and opened the door.
He sat on the edge of the low bed, lit the half-burnt candle, and opened Mr. Azik's reply.
Taking out the contents, the first thing that caught his eye was the "Black Emperor" card.
Looking at that unpleasant face, Klein instinctively breathed a sigh of relief, putting aside his worry.
He wasn't afraid that Mr. Azik wouldn't return it to him — he had that trust, after all, the potion formula and corresponding ritual could be copied; only the characteristic that had an aggregative effect with high-level materials couldn't be imitated, and this obviously wasn't Azik's pathway, nor was it one that could be replaced, so the bigshot had no need for it.
What Klein was worried about was that the messenger might be robbed, and he would lose this blasphemous card that was very helpful to his spirit body state.
This was not impossible; the Spirit World had countless bizarre creatures, and it wasn't too hard to understand that there might be a few who liked to rob messengers and were good at tracking.
Along with the "Black Emperor" card, the copper whistle from the member of the Spiritual Church was also returned.
Temporarily putting away these two items, Klein unfolded the textured letter paper and read Azik's reply: "...The card depicting the 'Black Emperor' made me recall some scenes: there was a Blood Emperor as tall as a mountain, wearing a scarlet cloak, his gaze abnormally mad, nearly without reason, on the verge of losing control; and there was a true Black Emperor who had resurrected and returned, sitting on a massive throne, overlooking everything on earth.
"I looked up at them, and the Blood Emperor gave me a glance, and then I lost consciousness.
"I must have participated in that 'War of the Four Emperors' to some extent, but I still need to recall the specific details. Perhaps it was the trauma from that encounter that caused me to lose my memory again and again, dying and waking up repeatedly.
"As for the legend of the Death God's treasure in the Stormy Sea, I wasn't very affected. Perhaps when I take a ship to the Southern Continent and pass through that sea, I will have some reaction and be naturally drawn to it.
"The experience of the owner of that copper whistle is very similar to the ritual of the 'Immortal', but there are obvious differences. I feel an evil aura and dangerous omens, and I believe that the owner of the whistle is in some strange and terrifying state.
"You'd better not blow that whistle to summon a messenger; it will bring great danger. Wait until I fully recover my memory and figure out what that experience represents before trying.
"The feathers left behind by the owner of the whistle you mentioned can be used in the necromancy domain; they are unique, spiritually rich materials. When I recall more, I will organize some ritual and talisman knowledge to allow you to use them. Speaking of which, I recall that you asked about ways to remove spiritual contamination from extraordinary characteristics. That might need to wait for a longer time; at least so far, I am blank in this area.
"Also, I vaguely remember that on the Southern Continent, there is a strange creature called the Winged Human.
"You'd better seal that card, otherwise it might attract powerful enemies and many disasters. I can teach you some techniques; it's not too difficult. The first is an improved spiritual wall..."
Indeed, the activated blasphemous card has an aggregative effect... Good thing I threw it Above the
Then he tried the sealing technique, practicing the knowledge Azik taught in the letter.
After doing all this, he held a ritual and brought the "Black Emperor" card and the Spiritual Church copper whistle into the mysterious space Above the Gray Fog, eliminating any possibility of accidents.
Without a doubt, Klein didn't want to suddenly encounter the "King of the Five Seas" Nast on the sea.
....
In the morning, the sun jumped above the horizon, dyeing the distance golden.
Klein went to the second-class cafeteria, which wasn't rich in food, and ate two slices of toast with bacon and butter, and drank a cup of lemon black tea.
After filling his stomach, he came to the deck to breathe fresh air and enjoy the early morning scenery.
At this time, he saw Captain Ireland returning drunkenly, his straight sword wobbling.
Thinking about last night's events, Klein approached him and said without a smile: "Good morning."