Chapter 173: Blind Spot in Thinking

Chapter 173: Blind Spot in Thinking

Based on Klein’s experience from watching so many detective dramas and detective anime, people who covered their faces with scarves and hid their bodily features beneath coats usually had a problem. There was a high probability they were concealing some unspeakable secret—especially when it was not currently winter, and the Berserk Sea’s temperature was far from cold.

But that has nothing to do with me. Even if a locked-room murder happens, the one with a headache should be the captain… I will go above the gray fog later and divine whether this journey will be smooth…

Klein thought with apparent lack of concern, though not the slightest carelessness.

He promptly withdrew his gaze and looked toward the Desi grilled fish the waiter had brought over.

After dinner, he returned to his own cabin and performed a divination above the gray fog, obtaining the conclusion that his present environment would not undergo any major change and that everything would proceed relatively smoothly.

This allowed Klein to fall asleep easily even without relying on meditation. He slept all the way until morning.

Woo!

The steam whistle sounded. The passenger liner went from stillness to motion, slowly leaving Harman Harbor.

While the docks were still faintly visible, Klein saw a figure suddenly appear there.

This person wore a white shirt and dark-blue coat. He had a high nose bridge, sunken eye sockets, light-blue eyes, and slightly curly brown hair. His facial contours were hard, and his chin was faintly lifted, giving him the air of looking down on everyone.

His gaze swept once and swiftly locked onto the passenger liner Klein was aboard.

At that very moment, the sky abruptly darkened, as though it had become a door leading to a pitch-black illusory place.

A deafening hurricane sprang up from the seabed, carrying large amounts of deep blue as it rushed upward. Profound lightning, like cracks in the void, appeared again and again, then vanished again and again as they healed themselves.

This cut off all vision between the passenger liner and the docks, making the two seem to be in different worlds.

The Berserk Sea once again revealed its terror.

The passenger liner could neither dodge nor resist. It could only follow the safer route where the storm was weaker and continue forward.

What a coincidence… No, this probably is not a coincidence…

Standing behind the glass window of his cabin, Klein first sighed inwardly. Then he immediately believed that the sudden change in the Berserk Sea’s weather contained an unnatural factor.

—Although the Berserk Sea’s weather changing at the drop of a hat was normal, for it to change precisely at a certain key moment was still suspicious.

“Is that gentleman on the pier tracking the suspicious passenger who boarded last night? And once the passenger saw that his trail was exposed, he simply changed the weather, forcing the passenger liner away?”

Thinking of the earlier matter, Klein vaguely formed a few guesses.

And if that was truly the case, then the suspicious passenger who covered his face with a scarf was very likely a demigod, or else carried a Grade 1 sealed artifact!

One had to know that with Klein’s current strength and items, if he did not use the Sea God Scepter, he would also be unable to trigger a weather anomaly of this scale.

Of course, he had another possible method: throwing out Azik’s copper whistle to see whether he could make the entire Berserk Sea go berserk.

“Honestly, I only wanted to travel to the Southern Continent like a normal rich man, yet I still run into a demigod-level pursuit along the way… Sigh. I have shouldered too much pressure that never should have belonged to someone of my Sequence…”

Klein gave a self-mocking smile and finally chose to trust the divination he had performed the previous night.

Inside the storm, the passenger liner sailed unsteadily through the comparatively calm gaps in this doomsday-like scene. Most…