Based on his experience watching countless detective shows and anime, Klein knew that someone who hides their face with a scarf and conceals their figure with an overcoat is most likely up to something, probably hiding a secret, especially since it wasn't winter and the temperature on the Raging Sea was far from cold.
But that had nothing to do with him. Even if a locked-room murder occurred, it would be the captain's headache… He'd go Above the
He then looked away and turned to the Dixi grilled fish the waiter had brought.
After dinner, he returned to his own cabin and performed a divination Above the Gray Fog, getting the conclusion that his environment wouldn't change much and everything would go relatively smoothly.
This allowed Klein to fall asleep easily without meditation and sleep all the way until dawn.
The ship's horn blared, and the passenger vessel, now in motion, slowly left
While the port was still in sight, Klein suddenly saw a figure appear on the dock.
The figure was wearing a white shirt and a dark blue coat. He had a high nose bridge, deep-set eyes, light blue eyes, and brown curly hair. His features were sharp, his chin slightly raised, giving the impression that he looked down on everyone.
He swept his gaze and quickly locked onto the passenger ship Klein was on.
Just then, the sky suddenly darkened, as if it had become a gate to a pitch-black illusory land.
A deafening hurricane sprang up from the seabed, carrying a mass of deep blue straight upward. Profound lightning bolts, like cracks in the void, kept appearing and disappearing as if healing themselves.
This blocked all sight between the ship and the dock, making them seem as if they were in different worlds.
The Raging Sea had once again shown its horror.
The passenger ship could neither dodge nor resist; it could only continue sailing along a safer channel where the storm was weaker.
What a coincidence… This probably isn't a coincidence… Klein first muttered to himself as he stood behind the cabin window, but then he thought that the sudden change on the Raging Sea might have an unnatural cause.
—Although it was normal for the weather on the Raging Sea to change at any time, the fact that it changed at that very moment was still suspicious.
«Is that gentleman at the dock tracking the suspicious passenger who boarded last night? And that passenger, seeing he was exposed, simply altered the weather to force the ship away?» Klein thought, recalling earlier events, and had some vague guesses.
If that was the case, then the suspicious passenger covering his face with a scarf was likely a demigod or carrying a Grade 1 sealed artefact.
To think, given Klein’s current strength and items, if he didn't use the
Of course, there was another way—throwing Azik's copper whistle to see if it could enrage the entire Raging Sea.
«Seriously, all I wanted was to travel to the Southern Continent like a normal rich person, and I still get chased by a demigod along the way… Sigh, I'm bearing far too many pressures that don't belong to my Sequence…» Klein laughed at himself mockingly, eventually choosing to trust the divination he'd performed the previous night.
Amid the storm, the passenger ship wobbled along the calmer gaps in the apocalyptic-like scene. Most of the passengers looked calm, as if used to such conditions, with only a few first-timers on the Raging Sea trembling and gripping whatever they could.
Time passed minute by minute. The strong winds and lightning gradually subsided, and the sky slowly brightened.
Just then, Klein, who was on the deck, felt a sudden spiritual stir and instinctively turned his head toward the direction of Harman Port.
Over the undulating dark blue sea, beneath the scattering white clouds, a bright white spark was flying at high speed from afar.
The spark grew larger and clearer, eventually taking on its complete form—a gigantic spear of flame!
The fiery spear tore across the sky and landed on the front part of the passenger ship’s deck, but it didn’t ignite anything or burn through a single plank. It simply scattered and reformed into a human silhouette.
This figure had a high nose, deep-set eyes, and blue eyes—it was the same man who had appeared abruptly at the dock.
He looked to be middle-aged, slowly glanced around, walked past passengers whose eyes were wide and mouths half-open, and entered a cabin.
Dwayne Dantès, who had likewise been «dumbfounded,» silently sighed in relief upon confirming he wasn’t the target.
That entrance was really cool, as expected of a demigod… Now the only problem was hoping the two wouldn't get into a fight, and if unavoidable, they should take it to some other sea, or else the ship wouldn't survive… I can teleport away easily enough, but how many of these passengers can I save?... Klein habitually traced a crimson moon over his chest, praying to the Goddess for protection.
No sooner had he thought this than he saw a figure fly out of a cabin door and land hard on the deck—the suspicious passenger who had been covering his face with a scarf.
Half of the man’s face was now exposed: his nose tip red, his mouth surrounded by thick stubble with traces of saliva.
His nearly triangular eyes were filled with terror, and he pushed himself backward across the deck with his hands.
«Who told you to take that thing and dress like this?» The middle-aged man with the high nose and blue eyes had slowly walked out of the cabin, asking in a deep voice in Intis.
The suspicious passenger shook his head frantically: «No, I don’t know! He was also dressed like that, gave me—gave me a hundred pounds to take this ship to the Southern Continent and then come back on my own!»
The middle-aged man stared at him in silence, his eyes piercing as if they could see into one’s soul.
This caused the suspicious passenger’s forehead to bead with sweat, his body to tremble violently, and he began to stammer again in explanation, but his story didn’t change one bit.