Carrying ice particles and goose-feather snow, the fierce wind slapped Klein’s face and body, making him involuntarily tense and shiver slightly as he looked around.
“So… cold…” he barely stopped himself from cursing, confirming that he was in a snowy wasteland with extremely low visibility.
He had originally thought that Backlund’s damp and gloomy winter was the worst, but now he finally understood that absolute zero temperatures and a knife-like wind are a deadly combination. Even though he had added a sweater beforehand and his outer coat was a thick long robe, he still felt like he could barely endure it.
This time he did not wear the “Sun Brooch,” because it produced heat at the spiritual level. For a short period, it could effectively resist the severe cold and prevent the body from stiffening, but in a long-term snow and ice environment, it would be suicide—the spiritual heat would make the body open its pores, enter a summer state, and remove the last layer of defense against the low temperature, even actively welcoming it.
Therefore, Klein left this mystical item above the Gray Fog, planning to bring it down only when needed for a specific occasion.
The harsh environment did not allow him to delay. After a preliminary observation of his surroundings, he immediately burned the blood on the copper knife and stuffed it into his pocket. Then Klein took out the “Adventurer’s Harmonica” and tried to blow it.
In the howling wind, he had quietly opened his spiritual vision but failed to see Miss Messenger Reinette Tinekerr appear.
Indeed, this place is not connected to the Spirit World, or it may have its own unique Spirit World… Well, it seems that praying to the “Sea God” has no effect, only incantations directed at the mysterious space above the Gray Fog can penetrate the barrier…
Then the question arises: as a believer of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, Edwina knows His honorific name, why didn’t she try to pray for help? Or did she try but without effect?
Hmm… not every god answers their believers personally; many times, it seems they give corresponding feedback according to certain rules. A “hidden existence” like me who personally takes orders—there’s no other like me… Klein laughed self-deprecatingly, making a preliminary judgment.
He then put away the harmonica, took out the paper stained with Danitz’s fresh blood, and wrapped it around the top of his cane.
“Danitz’s position.” Klein muttered softly, using the “Staff Divination Method.”
Then, based on the result, he trod through the thick snow under the gloomy sky, swiftly moving through the raging wind, and periodically divined again to adjust his direction, after all, Danitz wouldn’t wait in place; he would freeze into an ice sculpture.
After about ten minutes, Klein spotted a flash of crimson fire.
Heaving a sigh, he stepped forward and saw the target clearly.
It was indeed Danitz. The renowned pirate was rather thinly dressed, walking aimlessly with his arms crossed.
However, he didn’t seem particularly cold, because around him circled many red fire crows, evaporating the snow, blocking the wind, and bringing a warm, spring-like feeling.
At times like this, Klein especially envied the “Pyromaniac.” Although the “Magician” could also summon a flame flow, it was an offensive ability that couldn’t be maintained, only useful for an instant. To use it for warmth, he would have to summon repeatedly, quickly tiring himself out. As for the ability to “control fire,” it depended on existing flames or available combustibles, both of which were extremely scarce in this icy world.
Watching those soaring fire crows, Klein quickened his pace and approached.
Danitz sensed someone approach and was startled. When he saw through the wind and snow who it was, he sighed in relief, then with a slightly odd expression, forced a smile:
“Haha, you can’t even see the stars here; getting lost is inevitable.”
Klein ignored his words and asked directly:
“Did you burn it?”
“Yes, I burned it!” Danitz quickly nodded, exuding an indescribable fear.
Klein stared at Danitz for a few seconds, confirmed he wasn’t lying, then with a polite smile in the style of Gehrman Sparrow, said:
“Remember. Reciting His honorific name makes you His believer.”
Danitz’s expression twisted, then he squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying.
I don’t want to change my faith! I don’t want to believe in some unknown existence from nowhere! he screamed internally, but didn’t say a word out loud.
He suspected that if he refuted, he would be buried in the snow by this madman Gehrman Sparrow.
Klein, with a slightly deranged smile, added calmly:
“Remember, keep it secret. If you leak it, both you and your captain will die.”
“What does the captain have to do with it?” Danitz blurted out.
Klein kept his expression and looked at Danitz with a smile:
“What do you think?”
Danitz opened his mouth, already knowing the reason, and could only give a dry laugh:
“Do I look like someone who can’t keep a secret?”
Klein nodded, and while taking out the paper with Anderson’s blood, he chuckled lightly and said to Danitz:
“Believe in Him, serve Him, and maybe one day you will become His Blessed like me. At that time, your fame will spread across the five seas, no less than the pirate admirals.”