Klein had just sorted out his thoughts when Ireland caught up with them and said with a smile:
"We've found the target, the investigation is over. I'll take you back to the hotel first, and bring the reward in a couple of days. Also, it's best not to go out today."
Klein maintained the demeanor expected of Gehrman Sparrow, only nodding lightly in response.
On the way back to the "Azure Wind" hotel, Danitz was clearly wanting to express some doubts or exclamations, but due to the presence of Ireland, a military officer, he could only change the subject, discussing with interest which pirates would be caught in this city-wide investigation today.
To him, as long as those guys didn't belong to the "Golden Dream," they weren't friends and weren't worth sympathizing with.
After entering the hotel room and watching Ireland leave, Danitz closed the door and clicked his tongue:
"The Book of Calamities... ancient elf ruins... This is really an interesting matter, but how are elves the same as demons? Just by taking their book and flipping through it casually, that woman went mad and lost control!"
What image do you have of elves? Creatures active in mountains, forests, and seas, skilled in cooking, who like nature? Hah, according to Little "Sun," the eight ancient gods before the Cataclysm were all extremely tyrannical, cruel, and evil, including the Elf King Sounia Souleym. And the elves who believed in him and took him as their king most likely weren't much better. For specifics, you can refer to the members of the "Aurora Order"... The supernatural races that survived from the Dark Ages basically weren't associated with the concept of "good" in normal people's minds... Klein silently answered a couple of questions.
Of course, he didn't rule out the possibility that after the ancient gods fell, dragons, giants, elves, vampires, and other creatures gradually shed their negative influences and eventually became relatively normal. But this would only be limited to the middle and lower levels, not including demigod-level powerhouses, and the high-level elves who left the "Book of Calamities" were clearly the latter.
As his thoughts turned, Klein suddenly noticed something:
Danitz knew elf script!
He recognized the name of the parchment book as "The Book of Calamities"!
"Vice Admiral Iceberg's" education of her crew actually reached such a level, not only teaching ancient Fusac script, but also the elven language that could mobilize natural forces... Perhaps giant language and ancient Hermes script were also in the curriculum of the "Golden Dream"... They really are a group of knowledgeable, dream-having pirates. But Captain, are you too focused on one subject? Danitz failed in many aspects... Also, for a pirate whose main job is treasure hunter, the most important thing is to master ancient languages... Klein ignored Danitz's exclamation and looked out the window.
At this moment, the sky was still somewhat gloomy, as if it might pour rain at any moment, involuntarily making one feel oppressed.
Klein nodded slightly, feeling somewhat relaxed:
"Now that Latitia has been found and the ancient elf ruins on Simem Island are known, the Storm Church and the kingdom's military should soon be able to use the connection between those ruins and Kavitua's hideout to find this increasingly crazy 'Sea God,' or use the ruins to accelerate its collapse.
"In this way, apart from the most fanatical and devout followers of the 'Sea God' who will die, the others won't really be harmed..."
Klein originally planned to use the spirit world positioning method to sneak into the "Sea God" Kavitua's hideout after it fell and before the official Beyonders found it, to steal the treasures, but this plan seemed to be on the verge of failing before it even started due to the appearance of the "Book of Calamities."
Oh well... It's nothing. It was something that only existed in my imagination and never belonged to me. If I lose it, so be it... I didn't even know what I could gain... This is the best resolution for this matter... Klein withdrew his gaze from observing the weather, feeling calm and relaxed, only with a little inevitable disappointment.
That day, he and Danitz followed Ireland's advice and didn't go out, only moving within the hotel.
Throughout the city of Bayam, sporadic gunshots and explosions could be heard from time to time, only completely subsiding after dark.
........
The next morning, Klein got up on time and found that clouds were still layered in the sky, and the weather remained gloomy.
This indicated that the battle between the Storm Church's cardinal, the "Punisher" High Executive Yann Cotman, and the "Sea God" Kavitua was still ongoing.
Klein felt his stomach ache and prepared to get a newspaper to take to the bathroom.
But seeing Danitz, who was biting into a white bread loaf and lounging in an armchair, leisurely reading a newspaper, he abandoned that plan.
Reading a newspaper while sitting on the toilet didn't fit Gehrman Sparrow's persona!
Although it would be boring, acting couldn't be relaxed... Sigh, this is another difference between my true self and my disguised identity in terms of behavior choices... Klein silently summed up and entered the bathroom.
After taking off his pants and sitting on the toilet, he stared blankly at the pale wall in front of him, as if trying to read characters from it.
Just then, his spirituality was triggered.
He quickly tapped his teeth and activated his spiritual vision.
Two thick, tall bones appeared before him—the messenger's legs.
The messenger stood there, its head piercing through the ceiling, but the black flame in its eye sockets was still visible.
It slightly lowered its head, looking down at Klein sitting on the toilet.
Klein looked up and froze for two seconds, a multitude of inexplicable thoughts running through his mind:
Should I, like a lady, hastily cover my lower body, or be open and unafraid...
Before he could make a decision, the messenger dropped a letter and suddenly disintegrated into bones, falling like a rainstorm and disappearing into the floor.
Klein caught Mr. Azik's reply in a daze and took a moment to react.
This messenger is becoming more and more impolite! Didn't it see that I'm on the toilet? It doesn't know to knock first, or at least slip it under the door gap! Klein thought half-angrily, half-amusedly.
After thinking it over, he felt that slipping the letter under the door gap was too difficult for the messenger—a behemoth nearly four meters tall would have to get down on all fours to reach that spot.