If he probed deeper, he would most likely have brought out the "Rose of Redemption", or even a hidden "Red Angel"... I was dancing on the edge of the cliff several times just now... Fortunately, I restrained this impulse of mine and quelled my curiosity about the weirdness at the Green Lemon Restaurant and the Telegraph Office... Klein withdrew his gaze, feeling that even the "Sun Brooch" couldn't prevent the cold sweat from breaking out on his back.
Compared to an event like the descent of the "True Creator", the unknown, undetonated situation was far more terrifying. At least Klein couldn't help imagining right now what he would have seen and what would have happened if he had kicked open the door of the Telegraph Office, or gone around the back, climbed through the window.
He kept indulging in various bizarre, terrifying scenes, scaring himself quite badly.
At the same time, he decided to make some Holy Water of the Sun later for the passengers who had eaten in Bansi Port last night, to avoid any lingering hidden dangers.
"What's wrong?" Ireland detected Gehrman Sparrow's anomaly.
"Just recalled a past incident." Klein used his "Clown" ability to keep his facial expression normal, while inwardly rejoicing that he hadn't taken the risk last night and had now smoothly left Bansi Port.
Regarding the secrets of the "Rose of Redemption" and the "King of Angels" hidden here, he only had one thought:
Report it immediately!
If he didn't report it, should he leave them to celebrate the New Year of 1351?
If he chose to conceal it, waiting until he had a high enough Sequence and strong enough strength to explore and reap the corresponding benefits, but something happened in between, the danger was prematurely triggered, or the cultists still remained, killing one innocent passenger after another, Klein felt that he would definitely be very guilty, carrying a heavy burden. In that case, he would be very close to losing control.
Of course, reporting it required methods and approach. Klein wasn't stupid enough to directly tell Ireland or write an anonymous letter to the Church of Storms. This would invite a lot of trouble. First, the officials would definitely conduct a forceful investigation into Gehrman Sparrow's background; as long as they dug deep, many things would inevitably be exposed. Second, it might expose his current identity to the "Rose of Redemption", inviting pursuit from a "King of Angels".
Klein planned that when the Tarot Club convened in two days, he would use "The World" to mention the anomaly of Bansi Port, and "The Fool" would casually bring up the "Rose of Redemption" and the "King of Angels". As someone related to the Church of Storms, "The Hanged Man" would naturally know what to do next.
This would be his chance to make a contribution!
As for the issue of the blood of the direct descendants of the Medici family, Klein didn't consider it at all. He and Miss Sharon had no intention of rescuing that evil spirit in the underground ruins.
Seeing that Gehrman Sparrow was clearly reluctant to talk about his past, Ireland chuckled, took out a small black wooden box, and tossed it over.
Klein reached out and caught it, his eyes expressing his confusion.
"It's a fishman's swim bladder. It can be used to craft items; very useful at sea."
A Beyonder material from a fishman... Over 150 pounds... The captain is quite generous... Klein almost forgot what reaction Gehrman Sparrow should have at this moment.
Fortunately, he was quite experienced in the act. He immediately put on a stern face and said:
"I didn't save you for a reward."
Ireland laughed heartily and said:
"I'm not giving you this to repay you for saving me, either."
"We're friends now, right? Isn't it normal to help a friend fill in their weak spots when I see they don't have such an item?"
It made so much sense, he couldn't refute it... Klein held the small black wooden box, was silent for a few seconds, and finally nodded.
Ireland covered his mouth with a yawn, took off the boat-shaped cap on his head, and said:
"I need to go back to my room to catch up on sleep. See you at noon."
Klein waved politely and led Danitz to the outside of Room 312.
He saw that Donna and Danton, the brother and sister, had already woken up early and were waiting at the door.
"Uncle Sparrow, what are you holding?" Donna asked curiously.
Klein didn't say anything and directly opened the lid of the small black wooden box.
It was lined with black velvet, and in the middle lay a transparent item shaped like a round gemstone, with layers of azure-blue radiance rippling out.
"The... fishman's... from that day..." Danton thought for a while, then said heavily, "Swim bladder!"
At this moment, under Klein's signal, Danitz opened the door.
Donna entered briskly, stretching out her hand which had been behind her back.
She was holding a thick stack of cash, in denominations of 10 and 5 pounds.
"My dad, mom, Uncle Clives and his family, and Uncle Dimordo's family asked me to give this to you. 150 pounds!" Donna said with a sweet smile. "They said this isn't enough to express their gratitude, it's just to replenish the supplies you used up. Um... were those things very expensive?"
"It's fine." Klein thought for a moment and accepted the 150 pounds of gratitude money, to prevent ordinary people like Urdi from feeling uneasy.
Seeing Uncle Gehrman Sparrow stuff both the cash and the small black wooden box into his pocket, Donna breathed a sigh of relief, finally having completed the task her parents had given her.
She quickly snapped back into character, returning to her real purpose for the visit, and asked with a mix of curiosity and fear:
"Uncle Sparrow, what were those monsters from last night? Are ghost stories real? Is your ability to jump out of flames and make light fall innate? Is this magic, or sorcery?"
"Stop, stop, stop, you have too many questions..." Klein, unable to bear the heat, took off the "Sun Brooch" and tossed it onto the desk in the living room, replying casually:
"This is called Beyonder ability. It's obtained through certain rituals and potions."
"Many ghost stories have prototypes. The monsters from last night were created using evil rituals."
"As for other things, ask him."
Klein glanced sideways at Danitz.
"So amazing..." Danton and Donna sighed at the same time.
Then, Donna's eyes lit up as she spoke:
"Uncle Sparrow, you're just like the 'Superman' described by Emperor Roselle!"
"Can we, can we become people like you through rituals and potions?"
Danton nodded heavily, echoing his sister's words, and both of them were filled with intense anticipation.