Chapter 213: A Stark Contrast

Chapter 213: A Stark Contrast

The gale, carrying ice chips and goose-feather snowflakes, slapped Klein’s face and body again and again. As he surveyed the surrounding environment, his body involuntarily tensed. He hunched slightly and began to tremble.

“So… cold…” He nearly let out a curse, confirming that he was in a world of ice and snow with extremely poor visibility.

He had originally thought that Backlund’s damp, bone-chilling winters were the most terrifying. Now, he finally understood that absolute low temperature combined with wind as sharp as knives was the truly lethal combination. Even though he had put on an extra sweater before coming, and his coat was a thick formal frock coat, he still felt as though he could barely withstand it.

This time, he was not wearing the Sun Brooch. The heat it produced existed on the spiritual level. In a short span of time, using it to resist the effects of severe cold and prevent the body from stiffening was effective. But in the face of a persistent environment of ice and snow, it was the same as suicide. Spiritual heat would make a person’s body open its pores and enter a summer state, stripping away the final layer of defense against the low temperature—and even actively welcoming it.

Therefore, Klein had thrown that mystical item above the gray fog, planning to bring it down only when some specific situation required it.

The dreadful environment did not allow him to delay. After making an initial observation of the surroundings, he immediately burned the blood on the copper knife, placed the knife into his pocket, and then took out his Adventurer’s Harmonica and tried blowing it.

Amid the howling gale, with Spirit Vision quietly activated, he did not see his messenger, Reinette Tinekerr, appear.

As expected, this place is not connected to the spirit world. Or rather, it may have its own unique spirit world… Mm. From this, praying to Sea God won’t work. Only incantations pointing toward the mysterious space above the gray fog can pierce the barrier…

Then the question is: as a believer of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, Edwina knows the honorific name of this true god. Why didn’t she try praying for help? Or did she try, only for it to have no effect?

Mm… Not every deity personally responds to Their believers. Often, from what I can tell, the corresponding feedback is given according to certain rules. There probably isn’t a second “hidden existence” like me, personally taking every request… Klein smiled self-mockingly and formed an initial judgment.

He then put away the harmonica, took out the paper stained with Danitz’s fresh blood, and wrapped it around the top of his cane.

“Danitz’s location.”

Klein spoke in a low voice, using the Dowsing Rod Person-Finding method.

Afterward, following the result, he stepped through the thick snow beneath the dim sky, moving swiftly through the raging wind. From time to time, he divined again and adjusted his direction. After all, Danitz would not remain in one place and wait. If he did, he would become an ice sculpture.

After roughly ten minutes, Klein discovered a smear of crimson firelight.

Phew… He exhaled, took several more steps, and clearly saw the target.

It was indeed Danitz. This famous great pirate was dressed rather thinly and was walking forward in a daze, arms wrapped around himself.

However, he did not seem especially cold, because one scarlet fire raven after another circled around him. They evaporated the white snow, blocked the gale, and brought with them a warmth like spring.

At times like this, Klein was especially envious of Pyromaniacs. Although Magicians could likewise summon streams of flame, that was an offensive ability that could not be maintained. It could only take effect for an instant. If he wanted to rely on it for warmth, he would have to constantly summon them, and he would soon become exhausted. As for the ability to manipulate flames, it depended on preexisting flames or materials that…