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.

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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…