Chapter 51: Mr. 4,200 Pounds

Chapter 51: Mr. 4,200 Pounds

“There is danger within the inn.”

Klein murmured the divination statement, entered a meditative state, and flicked the gold coin upward.

Clink!

A faint yet clear sound echoed through the quiet room. The coin tumbled down and landed in Klein’s palm.

This time, the number side faced upward, indicating a negative answer.

No danger… Klein frowned and examined his surroundings, then took a bottle of essential oil with insect-repelling effects from the coat hanging on the rack.

He sprinkled a circle around himself, quickly took four steps counterclockwise, entered the world above the gray fog, and performed a confirming divination.

In barely ten seconds, he obtained the revelation: still no danger.

Returning to the real world, Klein shook his head, put away the coin and the bottle, donned his coat, trousers, and boots, then sat on the edge of the bed with his back against the pillow, remaining cautious.

He still remembered his “Seer’s principles,” especially the line “Divination is not omnipotent.” Therefore, even though the answers all indicated safety, he did not dare relax and continue sleeping.

This was not because he distrusted the gray fog’s ability to block interference, but because too many possibilities existed. His divination statement might not be accurate. It might not cover everything. As a result, the interpretation could be wrong.

He already had a certain guess regarding what had just happened. The four-person adventurer team he had seen earlier in the restaurant had indeed found an abandoned and forgotten ancient temple deep inside Simim Island’s primeval jungle, obtaining wealth or relics, but they had also disturbed the corresponding evil spirit that lingered on in a half-dead state, becoming entangled with malice or a curse.

Time passed minute by minute. Suddenly, Klein sensed a subtle spiritual fluctuation spreading outward from a nearby room, rapidly merging into the darkness around it.

The hidden current, of which he had faintly been aware, vanished as well. The night’s tranquility returned completely.

As expected… They really do possess Beyonder abilities… Is it resolved already? I will wait a little longer. Dawn is only an hour or two away anyway… If something truly happens, this place has a church and a Mandated Punisher team… Klein half closed his eyes and began meditating.

…

Bayam, Fragrant Tree Leaf Bar.

Having made up his mind to fool his watchers, Danitz held a glass of Lelangqi, drunkenly watching several women dance hot and sensual routines on the boxing ring.

“Shit! It’s been so long, and not a single piece of clothing has come off!” he shouted loudly together with the other drunkards.

Then, not caring whether anyone answered, they burst into laughter, clinked glasses, and downed mouthfuls of strong liquor.

“Did you read the newspaper?” A man still fooling around in the bar late at night gave a long belch and asked his companion.

“Did a donkey chew your brain? Do you think—do you think I can understand those twisty letters? Storm above, I’m only interested in this kind of twisting! Hahaha!” His companion lifted his glass and pointed at the dancing women, laughing loudly at what he considered a humorous answer.

The man who had spoken first slapped the back of his head with a loud crack.

“Steel is dead!

“Blazing killed him!”

Nearby, Danitz first froze. Then he straightened his back and turned his head slightly.

He cleared his throat and took a drink of strong liquor, appearing perfectly casual, while secretly shifting closer to that side. He wanted to hear how others were evaluating the matter.

The adventurer and pirate who had introduced him to the profession once said that if there were no strong liquor, women, and boasting, then life on the sea would have no meaning at all.

“Steel? What steel? Let me tell you, when I was young, I once defeated a steel pipe!” another drunkard interrupted.

“What exactly did you do to that steel pipe? Should I say, wow, you really are thin?” The man who had first started the topic showed a smile that said, “I understand.”

Without waiting for a response, he continued on his own.

“Steel Maviti is dead. Admiral of Blood’s second mate is dead!”

He nearly growled the last half of the sentence, frightening one unsteady fellow beside him so badly that he slid beneath the table and muttered in terror:

“It wasn’t me. I didn’t do it…”

Shit! Bars are always this chaotic! Hurry up and get to the point! I am waiting for you to praise Lord Blazing! The disguised Danitz almost wanted to throw the cup in his hand at those people’s heads.

“The newspaper says it was done by the navy and the Church working together. Steel died. Bloodthorn died. Calm Scour died too, and that gang of villains led by John Smith were all arrested!” A relatively sober drunk squeezed over and joined the topic.

“No, no, no. That isn’t the truth!” The man who had first brought up the matter shook his head with a laugh. “I have a friend at the newspaper. He told me they had reliable information, but could not print it. The navy and the Church were only used. The true killers were Blazing Danitz and a mysterious, seasoned, powerful adventurer and bounty hunter.”

“Impossible! Blazing Danitz could never defeat Steel. Even with an ambush, he could not kill Steel!” Several nearby drinkers gave similar opinions almost at the same time.

“The point is that powerful adventurer. I suspect he is an adventurer close to the level of a pirate admiral!” the man leading the topic emphasized. “Who knows where Danitz met such a person? Heh. He also contributed. It is said Bloodthorn was killed by him! Did none of you notice? Blazing’s bounty notice changed. His bounty has been raised to 4,200 pounds!”

“Right!”

“Really?”

“Blazing is not simple!”

“What a fierce pirate—no, a great pirate!”

“A great pirate? I drank with him last time and did not see it at all!”

Ptui! You son of a bitch, when did I ever drink with you? I do not know you at all! Amid exclamation after exclamation, Danitz thought with intense satisfaction:

4,200 pounds! If those fellows knew, they would definitely wake up at night in envy and start scrubbing the deck! Hahaha. I can now be called the strongest boatswain on the Golden Dream!

At that moment, Danitz wished he could fly back to the ship, drink and brag with fellows like Tinplate and Barrel, and properly tell them about the horrifying incident at Bansy Harbor; about how he had defeated a fallen bishop; about how he had cleverly escaped from Steel and the others’ ambush; and about how he had laid a trap that swept all his enemies clean off the table, leaving them forever unable to play this game of life again.

Unfortunately, for the captain, I still have to keep serving Gehrman Sparrow, that madman… Sigh. I am already a great pirate worth 4,200 pounds! Danitz sighed and let himself continue sinking into alcohol’s numbness.

…

As the bell of the Church of Storms rang, an orange sun rose over the horizon, and the surroundings remained so quiet that only the sound of water could be heard.

Having waited without encountering anything abnormal, Klein let out a breath, undressed again, returned beneath the covers, and made up more than two hours of sleep.

With his already powerful spirituality, he woke at the scheduled time of half past eight, slowly washed up and changed clothes, then went to the first floor to buy a loaf of bread filled with cooked chestnuts and a cup of gulu tree juice. Eating as he walked, he headed toward the pier.

Because he had already purchased the nine o’clock return ferry ticket when he came, Klein timed his arrival just as boarding was about to begin.

At that moment, he saw the lady with bluish-gray eyes, along with the three male adventurers in her team.

They were purchasing tickets at the ticket booth.

The ship is about to leave. They definitely cannot catch the nine o’clock ferry… I do not know what they took from that abandoned temple, but last night it actually attracted something resembling an evil spirit. There must not be an accident while they are aboard a passenger ferry… Klein used his body to block the adventurers’ view, took out a gold coin, and performed a divination.

The revelation he obtained was that the next passenger ferry would not be dangerous.

Klein hesitated for two seconds. Glancing at the passengers waiting near the ticket booth for the ten o’clock ferry, he rubbed his fingers soundlessly, igniting the ticket in his palm.

As if nothing had happened, he returned to the ticket booth and spent four soli to buy a ticket for the ten o’clock passenger ferry.

Then he went to the pier’s washroom, entered the world above the gray fog, and quickly performed another divination regarding the matter he was concerned about.

He had thought it through very clearly. If the result indicated a major hidden danger, he would not risk boarding the ship. Instead, he would find a way to stop it from departing. If necessary, he would secretly damage the vessel and prevent innocent people from dying because of it.

If the revelation matched the earlier result, then he would ride the ferry normally, merely taking precautions against accidents.

In the end, the answer was that there was no problem.

Klein breathed out in relief, returned directly to the real world, and adjusted the position of the murloc’s swim bladder so that it would be easiest to take out.

If an accident truly happened on the boundless sea, this Beyonder material would be exceedingly important.

Beyonder materials could also be used in preliminary, simple ways, just like the all-black eye corrupted by the True Creator.

…

At exactly ten o’clock.

Klein, in the appearance of Gehrman Sparrow, lifted his suitcase and boarded the passenger ship behind that group of adventurers.

Throughout the journey, he appeared to be dozing or reading the outdated newspapers and magazines on the ship, but in reality, he was constantly paying attention to the bluish-gray-eyed lady and her companions.

His vigilance lasted all the way until they reached Bayam Harbor. No accident occurred at any point.

Did they resolve every problem? What exactly did they obtain? Klein stopped by the roadside. While buying the latest newspapers from a newsboy, he used the corner of his eye to watch the four adventurers leave until they vanished from sight.

Whew… Klein decided not to think about the matter any further. As long as it did not harm the general environment, he did not care what those people had done. He was only slightly curious.

He lifted his suitcase and walked toward Sour Lemon Street while flipping through the newspaper, looking no different from any ordinary passerby.

Suddenly, he gave a soft heh and muttered with a low laugh, “Danitz’s bounty has risen to 4,200 pounds…”

If this continues, he somewhat doubted whether he would be able to resist turning that fellow in to the Governor-General’s Office.

After leisurely walking back to the Azure Wind Inn, Klein had not yet taken out his key when he heard waves of snoring rising and falling inside.

He did not run? Klein was slightly surprised, though not too surprised.

Earlier, he had done a little something to the Shadow Cloak. As long as Danitz left, Klein could use divination to follow him all the way and find Vice Admiral Iceberg.

Although cowardly, he is still cautious enough… Klein opened the door and entered. Looking at Danitz, who immediately woke with a start, he slowly curled up the corners of his mouth.

“Congratulations, Mr. 4,200 Pounds.”

Danitz became fully awake in an instant. He wanted to respond with a dry laugh, but could not make himself laugh.

At that moment, he felt his life might be in danger.