Chapter 212: Burn After Reciting

Chapter 212: Burn After Reciting

Holding the copper knife, Danitz gestured a few times over the back of his left hand, hesitating without applying force.

He raised his head and squeezed out a smile.

“Although I’ve been injured plenty of times, pain still frightens me.”

“Get to the point,” Klein replied coldly.

Danitz laughed dryly.

“Haha. I’m just a little afraid of pain.”

The instant his voice fell, his right hand had already exerted force. He cut a gash across the back of his hand with the copper knife. His earlier words seemed only to have been a way to distract himself and ease his mood.

Blood swiftly seeped out. Danitz hurriedly put down the knife, dipped a finger of his right hand into the blood, and smeared it onto the deep-brown cover of Travels of Groselle.

After completing that step, he held his breath and waited for the change.

Suddenly, snowflakes as large as goose feathers appeared before his eyes. His ears filled with howling wind. Immediately afterward, bone-piercing cold drilled madly into his body.

Although Danitz had already prepared himself mentally, at that moment, he was still filled with shock and alarm. Instinctively, he looked around to confirm where he was.

He discovered that, at some unknown point, he had already left the Golden Dream’s captain’s cabin and was now in a frost-covered land shrouded by a blizzard. Because the environment was so harsh, he could not see far ahead, and he could not even determine whether he was on a mountain or a plain.

I really entered a strange world… Is the captain here too? Danitz raised his hand to shield his face, afraid the wind and snow would blind him.

After calming himself slightly, he remembered Gehrman Sparrow’s instructions. He hurriedly took the square-folded note from his trouser pocket and cautiously unfolded it.

During that process, he was especially afraid that some accident might occur, causing the note to tear or be blown away. That would make him lose all hope. Fortunately, none of that happened, and he saw what Gehrman Sparrow had written:

“Use Hermes, preferably ancient Hermes, to recite the following honorific name:

“The Fool that doesn’t belong to this era;

“The mysterious ruler above the gray fog;

“The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck.

“Burn after reciting.”

This… Is this a hidden existence at the level of a deity? Because Vice Admiral Iceberg Edwina had strictly educated him, Danitz was by no means illiterate in the field of mysticism. In fact, he had a rather solid foundation.

Looking at the note in his hand, he subconsciously inhaled sharply, taking in the biting cold wind and icy snowflakes. He instantly coughed repeatedly, his expression twisting.

He could now confirm a previous guess:

Gehrman Sparrow truly belonged to an extremely powerful and secretive organization, and that organization worshiped a deity-level existence called The Fool!

As expected, someone that powerful and that mad can’t possibly have no origin. People like that don’t just grow out of the ground at random… Danitz tugged at his collar, tightening his clothing. Looking at the note fluttering violently in the wind, his face showed obvious hesitation.

He knew very clearly how dangerous it was to recite the name of a hidden existence whose origins, good, and evil were unknown. It might invite an ending even more terrible than death!

The captain is trapped here too, and she can’t get out… Danitz pressed his fist before his mouth.

Suddenly, he flung his hand and recited The Fool’s honorific name in ancient Hermes.

…

Aboard the Golden Dream, inside the captain’s cabin.

Klein watched with his own eyes as Danitz first became illusory for no reason, then vanished. He no longer had any doubt about the method for entering Travels of Groselle.

After patiently waiting for a while, illusory, overlapping prayers suddenly sounded beside his ears, and they clearly came from a man.

Phew. Looks like Travels of Groselle cannot cut off the gray…