Having had this idea, Klein immediately decided to do some preparatory work.
That was to explore the spirit world and pick a suitable candidate for a messenger. After leaving the Rorsted Archipelago and the surrounding seas, he would bring the Sea God Trident and go reason with the target to convince them to become his messenger.
If he got lost or encountered danger, he could immediately end the summoning and return above the gray fog. That way, there was basically no risk... Klein pondered for a few seconds, locked the door from the inside, and began the ritual of summoning himself.
At the end of the ritual, he quickly entered the space above the gray fog, but didn't rush to respond. Instead, he sat down, letting the Sea God Trident fly out from the pile of miscellaneous items and land in his palm.
He planned to routinely browse through the prayers of his believers and see if there was anything that needed his response.
During this process, Klein found some prayers to be quite interesting. Humans could deceive their friends and relatives, but when confessing or praying to a deity, it was very difficult for them to hide their truest thoughts. At most, they would do some embellishing to make them seem not so bad.
A mixed-blood who had reached the middle management of the Bayam Police Department was clearly leaning towards converting to the "Lord of Storms," but during his confession, he tried his best to describe his behavior as a plan of enduring humiliation to carry out a heavy responsibility. For the better tomorrow of the local bloodline, he could only painfully repent before the deity, hoping for a blessing to climb higher in the police system under the guise of a Storm believer.
Although his words sounded flawless, the fluctuations of his thoughts and emotions during his confession were clearly displayed in the prayer scene. It was an undeniable feeling.
Trying to fool himself and deceive the deity at the same time... If it were Kavitua, that not-so-bright sea serpent, he might have believed it... Should I hit him with a lightning bolt, or send him ten wind blades? Hmm, a mixed-blood who can reach the position of Senior Superintendent is pretty decent. I'll keep him. Traitors have their uses too... Klein raised the Sea God Trident, making one of the cyan-blue "gems" shine brightly.
The light entered the scene, invisibly soaking into that Senior Superintendent named Blaya.
This was not a curse, nor an influence, but a mark at the divine level, almost impossible for others to discover.
Simply put, it was one-sided "special attention"... Klein silently added a comment in his heart.
He continued browsing and saw a young believer with bronze skin and slightly curly hair praying for the deity to let a person called Zhang Mu encounter a storm and be buried at sea. The surface reason was that the other party wasn't devout enough, but the true thought in his heart was that, being fellow fishermen, Zhang Mu always caught more than him.
What a load of nonsense this is. People's hearts are truly hard to fathom... Klein frowned at first, muttering silently to himself, and then had a vague idea:
"For a 'Faceless' to truly act, it's not just about having no flaws in appearance, habitual actions, etc.; he also needs to maintain a basic consistency of character without making too big a change. And character is something different for everyone...
"By browsing through the prayers of believers, I can just as easily witness different personalities and different psychological states without all that trouble. The 'face' in 'a thousand people, a thousand faces' isn't just about looks...
"This will play a significant role in my subsequent acting as a 'Faceless,' saving me time in accumulating experience."
Klein increasingly felt that playing the "Sea God" was of great help to him.
When you genuinely act as a demigod, even if you don't get feedback, you're sure to gain quite a bit... This is an experience of a high-level state... Klein's spirits lifted, and he no longer skimmed through the prayers so perfunctorily.
Scenes flew by quickly, and his gaze stopped on a merchant named Rayer.
This trader praised the miracle of the "Sea God" reappearing on earth, declaring that he would dedicate a third of his wealth, property worth 20,000 pounds, to the Resistance, half as military funds and half to rebuild the god's statue.
There's no need to be this troublesome. Just directly sacrifice it... Klein muttered half-jokingly.
He thought for a moment, manifested a backdrop where waves and storms coexisted, heavy rain and lightning fell, and responded in a low voice:
"Helping your compatriots and companions is praising My name. "Those little lambs need aid, food, and education."
He planned to have Rayer use the 20,000-pound wealth to establish a charitable fund and widely solicit donations from society. With the excuse of making up for harm, building consensus, and helping governance, it would provide certain food, clothing, and education to children of local bloodline.
As for the military funds of the Resistance, Klein understood it very clearly. In this world with supernatural powers, relying solely on the resistance of the local people of the colony to succeed was very difficult. So, it was necessary to rely on the help of foreign countries like Feynapotter and Intis.
Providing funds was undoubtedly part of that help.
Unfortunately, it couldn't be added as a commandment: "Be shameless about scrounging for funds." That would damage the image of the "Sea God"... The Resistance also shouldn't always think about annihilating the garrison. They should focus on destroying transportation facilities and making it harder for the Governor-General's office to rule, using war to promote negotiations... As a keyboard warrior, Klein was not lacking in ideas in similar areas.
He quickly reined in his divergent thoughts and performed a divination on whether it would be dangerous to explore the spirit world today.
After receiving an indication that it wasn't too dangerous, Klein brought the "Black Emperor" card, naturally changed his appearance, and stepped into the "Gate of Summoning."
Entering the real world, he stuffed the few needed mystical items into his body just in case, and then, like last time, used meditation to sense the spirit world.
One step forward, passing through the invisible curtain, Klein floated ethereally.
Around him, blocks of red, yellow, blue, green and other colors were brightly superimposed, like the most abstract painting. Concepts of up, down, left, and right belonging to humans were no longer universal here. If one tried to discern direction and position in a similar way, they would inevitably get lost.