Watching the messenger lady disappear, Klein thought for a moment about which demigod he could still contact in a short time, and found there was none. So he turned his attention back to the question of what to do next: "That city-wide broadcast will definitely make 'Sea King' Yann Kottman, while searching for Hermosshuin, also try his best to find traces of the 'Sea God' and his followers. Going out at night would be too conspicuous, so I can only stay here and wait for dawn.
"I can't take tomorrow's ship. If attacked on the way, I might endanger everyone on board, and it's not covert enough either.
"Hmm… summon a deep-sea creature, travel by whale ship, resting and transferring at uninhabited islands and reefs along the way, to arrive at the next port… Since 'Orange Light' said that only close contact can detect that trait, even if the induction of the '
"As long as I leave Bayam, I should be free from 'surveillance'…"
As Klein's thoughts gradually became clear, the radio receiver suddenly intercepted another signal!
He quickly leaned over, recorded it rapidly, and then used the codebook to translate it into corresponding letters to form words.
Soon, the content of the telegram appeared on paper in deep black ink: "I see you."
I see you… Klein read this sentence, and a chill rose in his heart.
....
Bayam, not far from the Governor-General's mansion, in an ordinary civilian house.
In a spacious basement, candles burned quietly, casting dim yellow light around.
"Silver Coin Snake" Odell had already taken off his hooded robe, trembling slightly as he looked at the middle-aged man opposite, his voice unsteady: "Senior Lord, I don't know why the true hiding place of Hermosshuin was discovered."
Senior was wearing an old tricorne hat, with deep-set eyes and a frighteningly pale face, more like an evil spirit than a human. He lifted his hand to wipe his two black mustaches on his upper lip, and his light brown eyes coldly swept over Odell's face, making the famous adventurer involuntarily lower his head.
After silently staring at him for a few seconds, the "Blood Admiral," wearing white trousers and a red coat, said in a low, hoarse voice: "Less than three minutes after that telegram, an announcement spread throughout the city, and the content was part of the telegram.
"I suspect that another force has begun to pay attention to radio and obtained our codebook from Old Quinn."
"Right, right, that must be it!" "Silver Coin Snake" Odell quickly chimed in, hoping that the "Blood Admiral" would not think that it was due to his incompetence that the great scientist Hermosshuin was lost.
He knew all too well how cruel this pirate general was to subordinates who made mistakes!
Senior glanced at Odell and sneered: "But regardless, you failed.
"If it weren't for you and your mistress giving me quite a bit of pleasure, I would have made you pull out your own intestines!
"Send a telegram, tell that possibly existing, possibly non-existent eavesdropper that I see him, and let him spend this night in dread and anxiety. That's the only thing you can do now."
Hearing this, Odell silently breathed a sigh of relief, looked fearfully at the "Blood Admiral" and the bloody altar on the table behind him, and replied respectfully: "Yes, Senior Lord!"
He had just thought he would become part of the sacrifice.
After Odell left the basement, "Blood Admiral" Senior turned to the altar covered with heads, internal organs, limbs, and blood, and with even more reverence than Odell had shown him, said: "Lord Jakes, was the ritual successful?"
"It was successful. Just waiting for the God's response." A cold, emotionless voice came from the curtains hanging around the altar.
Then, the curtains seemed to come to life, rolling up from both sides, smoothly tying themselves into a knot, and falling onto the center of the altar.
A slightly transparent figure appeared beside the altar at some unknown point. His skin was brownish, the wrinkles on his face formed deep ravines, and his sparse white hair was like autumn leaves; he seemed to have lived for many, many years.
He humbly looked at the candle flames, his brownish eyes motionless.
"Blood Admiral" Senior dared not speak further; he stood beside Lord Jakes and waited for the altar to change.
Suddenly, the candle flames took on various colors, each seemingly corresponding to the different desires of the viewer.
The heads, internal organs, limbs, and blood on the altar stirred without wind, piling up layer upon layer, taking on a state resembling melting wax.