Chapter 57: A Late-Night Operation

Chapter 57: A Late-Night Operation

“When an outsider takes up this holy sword, God shall reappear upon the earth.”

“But what if the holy sword shatters?”

Those two sentences echoed through Kalat’s and Edmonton’s minds, completely touching upon a blind spot in their knowledge.

For dozens of seconds, they stared at the shattered holy sword, their expressions blank, unable to speak.

They could not believe that the holy sword, merely touched once by an outsider at dusk, had suddenly broken apart like this!

What did it mean? What did it represent? Neither of them dared think too deeply. It was as though they had returned to the past, to the moment when one of the rebels’ hidden strongholds had been discovered by the Loenese military and swept away without the slightest warning. The fathers of both men had all died in that slaughter, while their female relatives had been carried off and sold to different places. Before receiving that terrible news, Kalat and Edmonton had felt exactly as they did now:沉重, panic, anticipation, and unease all mixing together into a powerful oppression.

“Return to the jungle. Find the High Priest and uncover the reason. Perhaps this is God’s newest revelation…” Kalat turned his wheelchair and said in a deep voice.

Edmonton immediately stood and spoke to the remaining subordinates.

“Continue searching for those blasphemers, but do not remain here.

“And tell the believers outside: recently, they are not to hold any rituals. They are not even to pray!”

The matter had undergone an unforeseen change, making him exceptionally vigilant.

…

Bayam, a street corner near the Church of Waves.

Holding a folded stack of white papers, Danitz, a little nervous, a little worried, and a little confused, turned his head and asked, “You mean I should paste them in different places along this street, with the last one on the Church of Waves’ main door?”

He was extremely afraid that the church doors would suddenly open and a crowd of priests and bishops waving their fists would rush out, paying no attention to why he was posting notices and attacking him directly.

Klein maintained his cold and stern state.

“Yes.”

His original plan had been to hand the matter of Sea God Kalvetua over to Mr. Hanged Man and have him warn the Church of Storms. But considering that the other party still held the secret of Bansy Harbor, and might already have handed it over, throwing out another important piece of intelligence in such a short time could easily draw suspicion. In the end, Klein decided to do it himself.

As for the method, it was very simple: paste a few notices at the Mandated Punishers’ doorstep so they could see them the moment they came out.

A small problem had appeared during the execution of this plan. Klein could not tell which shop or company near the Church of Waves served as the Mandated Punishers’ public-facing identity, so he could only make Danitz work a little harder, pasting the notices everywhere conspicuous—including, but not limited to, the front door of the Church of Waves.

… I really should have just run earlier… Why did I ever think this fellow counted as having saved my life? Maybe because if it had been some other powerful adventurer, I would have already turned into gold pounds… No, who could have expected that this madman would resolve Sea God’s curse so easily? Running might have been even worse… Danitz lamented inwardly. He unfolded the stack of white paper and casually swept his eyes over the contents.

“Leticia Dorella and her companions entered a ‘Sea God’ ruin on Simim Island and departed afterward. They are currently being pursued by the rebels. At the same time, rebels such as Kalat are selling a strange, slightly curved bone sword. The form of Sea God Kalvetua is on the verge of collapse, and His mental state is extremely deranged.”

…Danitz froze for two seconds, then instinctively looked at Gehrman Sparrow.

I can understand the first parts, but why is there a description like…