Chapter 157: List

Chapter 157: List

Regarding Admiral of Stars’ request, Klein had no reason to refuse. After thinking for two seconds, he said, “Seven hundred pounds.”

“Very fair.” Cattleya did not bargain.

Under ordinary circumstances, a Sequence 8 Beyonder characteristic was worth six or seven hundred pounds. But if someone urgently needed it, a premium was common. After all, at a single Beyonder gathering, such an item might not appear even once over a long period of time.

Klein did not complete the transaction immediately. His expression unchanged, he lifted his suitcase slightly and said, “I’ll give it to you tomorrow.”

He was not carrying the Pugilist Beyonder characteristic with him. Most of his valuable items had been left above the gray fog.

Admiral of Stars Cattleya was not surprised by Gehrman Sparrow’s answer. She gave a small nod.

“No problem.”

She had encountered similar situations many times. It usually meant that, together with the Pugilist Beyonder characteristic, there were other items that could not be shown to outsiders. Therefore, Gehrman Sparrow would not possibly open his suitcase in front of her and complete the transaction on the spot.

A crazy adventurer always had a few secrets.

After a pause of one second, Cattleya added, “There will be no arrangements for spying in your room.”

What she needed to see, she had already seen directly.

“It doesn’t matter.” Klein drew the corner of his mouth into a faint, indifferent smile.

His original plan had been to take out items such as Azik’s copper whistle and Will Auceptin’s paper crane whenever he held a ritual or went above the gray fog, using them to counter any mystical surveillance. As for physical monitoring, he could avoid it by using the same method he used when going to the washroom.

Of course, he was not worried that Admiral of Stars would overdo things. It was not because he believed she would fear the crazy adventurer Gehrman Sparrow, but because he felt Cattleya had no need to act so crudely. She should have more gentle and concealed ways to observe him.

For example, inviting a Beyonder of the Spectator pathway… Klein removed his hat, gave a bow, and followed Toxin Expert Frank Lee toward his room.

Watching him leave at an unhurried pace, Cattleya turned and entered the captain’s cabin. She picked up a heavy pair of glasses and placed them on the bridge of her nose.

…

Backlund, South Bridge Borough, Harvest Church.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Bishop Utravsky was already nearly half-giant in height. He put down the scripture in his hand, swept his gaze across the prayer hall, and smiled with satisfaction.

“There are more and more believers.”

“Is that so?” Emlyn White, wearing a brown clerical robe, wiped a candlestick without even lifting his eyelids.

He knew that after the Great Smog of Backlund, believers of the Mother had indeed increased significantly. Previously, during ordinary hours that were neither weekends nor evenings, it was already a miracle if three to five people came to pray. Now the number often approached ten.

Father Utravsky lowered his head and glanced at the busy vampire clergyman, then chuckled.

“So long as one isn’t blind, one can see it.

“And among them, your contribution has been considerable. If you had not prepared medicine back then, treated the plague, and later sincerely taught medicinal knowledge to those willing to learn, it would have been very difficult for our faith to be accepted by the people of this district.”

Holding the rag, Emlyn straightened his back, slightly lifted his chin, and said, “I was merely acting.”

Wait. What do you mean, our faith? Who is “our”? The skin at his cheek twitched faintly before he turned and said with a smile, “Speaking of blind people, I remember a joke I once saw. It said that blind people in Backlund are in short supply, because they are widely believed to be the best candidates for referees.”

Father Utravsky skipped over the joke and said gently, “No matter what…