...I didn't even need to bring it up myself... I was a bit too embarrassed to say it... Klein breathed a quiet sigh of relief, considered Gehrman Sparrow's persona, and said flatly:
"I don't take advantage of others."
The moment he said it, he regretted it, afraid that "Iceberg" would actually change her mind.
Edwina's light-blue eyes shifted slightly.
"My only condition is that if you find out anything, you tell me the answer."
Huff... Klein didn't say anything more, nodding slightly.
"Alright."
Dozens of seconds later, clutching the iron-black key that was the size of a lyre, he returned to his own room.
At that moment, from the forecastle came a fervent and impassioned song:
"Your eyes are so charming, like the morning sunlight; "Every night, when darkness falls, I wander alone with sorrow in my heart, stubbornly waiting for the light; "Oh, your eyes are so charming, like the morning sunlight..." (Note 1)
Klein instinctively went to the window and leaned out to look outside. He saw that a bonfire was already lit, and the free crew members of the *Golden Dream* were gathered around it. Some were grilling meat and fish, some were guzzling alcohol, and some were following the songs of the "singer" Orpheus, dancing in an unskilled but lively manner. The atmosphere was exceedingly cheerful.
The tantalizing aroma of roasting fat wafted out, curling upwards. Klein saw Anderson Hood among the pirates, drinking happily, eating joyfully, shouting out a few lines now and then and telling a few jokes. It seemed he had already become a member of the *Golden Dream*, completely unlike before when he was an outcast. Danitz, on the other hand, wasn't outside, at least Klein didn't spot him near "Tin" and "Bucket".
As long as he doesn't provoke anyone, Anderson's social skills are pretty good... Is this part of a "Schemer's" information-gathering abilities? Hmm, he probably transferred all the hatred onto me...
I wonder if Danitz will be motivated to work hard because of this. If he can improve step by step and gain stronger strength, then this "Mr. Fool" will have more than just himself as a subordinate. I won't have to constantly demonstrate a trinity of identities. Heh, this concealed existence finally has real believers, errand boys who can be directly commanded. Even though for now it's just Danitz alone... I have to say, it's still quite shabby...
Klein sighed inwardly as he prepared to conduct the ritual to sacrifice the "Giant's Key" to the Gray Fog.
Just then, his spirituality was suddenly triggered, and he instinctively activated his Spirit Vision, looking to the side.
Bones were thrown out one by one, coalescing into the messenger with black flames burning in its eye sockets.
Most of the messenger's body was on the deck below, so it was nearly level with Gehrman Sparrow and didn't pierce through the ceiling. However, the hand holding the letter was still massive, seeming capable of completely enveloping Klein's head.
Mr. Azik replied quite quickly this time... Klein nodded politely as he took the letter and unfolded it.
He was just about to read the contents when he suddenly noticed that the bone messenger was still there, not vanishing immediately after delivering the letter as usual.
"Is something the matter?" Klein asked in surprise.
The moment he spoke, a thought flashed through his mind, and he quickly added:
"If I need to send a reply, I'll summon you again."
The bone messenger's massive head nodded, and its body suddenly disintegrated, cascading down like a waterfall, returning to the Underworld.
"Last time Miss Reinette Tinekerr waited for a reply, and this time the bone messenger did too... Could this be the new norms and regulations of the 'Messenger World'? Bah, there's no such thing as a 'Messenger World'. Everyone summons their own, and most messengers are just 'part-timers'... Hmm, the bone messenger just gave me the feeling it was a bit wronged..." Klein shook his head, didn't dwell on it, and turned his attention back to Mr. Azik's letter.
"...Simply put, starting from obtaining divinity and advancing to Sequence 4, it is a gradual process of transforming into a Mythical Being. This process doesn't end until Sequence 2, which is why Angels and Saints have a fundamental difference. In the distant past, the former could even be called subordinate gods.
"Every demigod, including Saints and Angels, has their own Mythical Being form. This is a non-human form that combines complex knowledge, divine traits, and secret symbols. An ordinary person would suffer severe injury or even go insane just from a single glance. The higher the demigod's rank, the stronger this damage is and the harder it is to resist. Therefore, beings at this level must constantly control themselves and not reveal their corresponding form; otherwise, their mere existence would bring disaster to their surroundings.
"For a demigod, a major characteristic of losing control is losing their rationality and being unable to suppress their Mythical Being form.
"However, a Saint's Mythical Being form is not complete, still retaining obvious racial characteristics. Strictly speaking, one must reach Sequence 2 to be considered a true Mythical Being..."
I wonder if the blood that "The Hermit" wants has to be the blood of a true Mythical Being, or if it can be relaxed a bit... I wonder if the umbilical cord blood left after Will Auceptin was born counts. He is a Sequence 1 "Fate Serpent", an absolute Mythical Being, but his state isn't quite right... When I've accumulated enough questions, I can write them on a paper crane and ask him all at once. Hmm, there are only two chances left to write. I have to be careful enough. But I'll be back in Backlund soon... Thinking this, Klein silently calculated when Will Auceptin, this "Fate Serpent", would be born.
He didn't try to recall exactly, relying on his impression that Will Auceptin was conceived last November, and now it was already mid-April.
So, He would be born in July? Or maybe a little earlier... Klein thought not too certainly, after all, in his previous life he had no girlfriend, no wife, and certainly no children.
He quickly put aside his thoughts, temporarily setting the matter aside, and began to set up the ritual to sacrifice the "Giant's Key" to himself. The reason he didn't use the method of carrying it with his spirit body was that the key was too heavy, and Klein still couldn't move it.
Soon, he came to the Gray Fog, letting the iron-black giant key fly to the surface of the bronze long table, and carefully inspected it several times.
After confirming there was no abnormality, he manifested paper and a pen and wrote down the divination statement.