Chapter 723: Discovery of Abnormality
Ever since Klein "came" to this world, he practically "grew up" listening to all sorts of legends about the raging sea: the violent storms that appeared and disappeared at any moment, the mysterious hidden treasures hidden deep within the ocean, and the countless adventurers who had entered the sea in search of treasure only to never return...
Even at this point where he had reached the High Sequence, he still had an instinctive fear of this vast ocean formed by the fall of the God of Death, especially after witnessing the scene of the underworld and reality overlapping yesterday due to the "Azik Bronze Whistle" triggering the power of the God of Death.
But even so, facing the sudden violent sea storm, Klein felt something was amiss. This was not a spiritual reminder, but a sensitivity to "coincidence."
The Intis man just now was most likely a Beyonder, and not of a low Sequence. This was evident from his contemptuous attitude. Just as he noticed this, a storm separated the pier from the departing passenger ship, and there was also the passenger who concealed his appearance... Klein quickly connected these unusual circumstances and came to a conclusion:
The man who concealed his face was on the run, and the Intis man was chasing him. When he fled to the ship in a panic and the only way out of the dock was blocked, the former used some method to induce celestial phenomena, causing a storm to block his sight and force the passenger ship to leave quickly to avoid being caught up!
To achieve this effect, a Sequence 5 like me can only use the "Sea God's Scepter" placed on the gray fog, or directly take out the copper whistle and have a close encounter with the underworld. This escapee probably has the strength of a demigod, or possesses a "Level 1" Sealed Artifact... Klein smiled bitterly, lamenting the fickleness of fate and the hardships of the journey.
Fortunately, that strange passenger probably also needs regular transportation and won't attack the ship. Their pursuit has also ended, and they didn't cross paths with me...
Watching the storm outside the window mysteriously dissipate, rays of sunlight piercing through the dark clouds and shone onto the sea, the pier in the distance almost invisible, Klein muttered, preparing to return to his room and pretend he knew nothing.
At this moment, his inspiration really reminded him to look towards the pier again. The pier was still covered by dark clouds and heavy rain, with flashes of lightning from time to time.
In the rain, a point of orange-yellow, almost incandescent flame gradually grew larger and soon turned into a huge flaming spear. It seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand and flew straight towards the passenger ship Klein was on, smashing into the front of the deck under the horrified gaze of the passengers.
boom--
A huge roar and flames swept across the entire front half of the passenger ship. Klein's eyes fixed for a moment, but then immediately relaxed, and he made the same stunned expression as the other passengers.
He had noticed that although the flames were extremely hot, they bypassed the passengers with great precision and swept across the wooden deck without igniting a strand of hair or a piece of sawdust.
They quickly shrank and condensed into a human figure made of flames, and then the flames dissipated, and a middle-aged man wearing a dark blue jacket, with deep eye sockets, slightly curly brown hair, appeared in front of everyone.
It was the Intis man at the dock just now. This, this landing posture was so handsome... Klein sighed, and then considered whether he could achieve this effect with his extraordinary ability. He soon discovered with dismay that even after being promoted to "Master of Secret Puppetry", his flame flash was no different from when he was a magician. It definitely did not have the earth-shaking effect of the other party.
But the Flame Lance... He should be a demigod of the Hunter Path, the Iron Knight, or the War Bishop. "Reaper" Anderson is definitely not that handsome. He would set the deck on fire and then be in a panic...
Assessing the opponent's strength, Klein and other passengers watched as the "Hunter" demigod passed through the crowd and entered the cabin. Within seconds, he threw the passenger with the brim of his hat pulled down and the scarf covering his face out the door and onto the deck.
They caught him so quickly. This doesn't seem like a fight between two demigods. Am I wrong? He just sighed when he heard the middle-aged man with brown hair and a high nose bridge ask angrily in Intis:
"Who told you to get on board dressed like that?"
"I, I don't know him either. He gave me his windbreaker, hat, and scarf, along with 100 pounds, and asked me to board this ship to the South Continent. Then, he left..."
The man, whose scarf was torn off but whose top hat was still on the side, looked like a Rorsted Islander. He covered his head and answered very quickly.
The "Hunter" remained silent, his light blue eyes fixed on the passenger who kept repeating these words. His gaze was like a flaming spear, ready to pierce through him.
After a moment, he snorted and stopped looking at the cowering passengers. Instead, he adjusted his collar and cuffs while walking towards the side of the ship. Scorching flames gradually rose from his body and eventually turned into the same flaming spear as before, flying towards the direction he came from.
As this supernatural scene faded, the passengers on the deck recovered from their shock and began to discuss in low voices how people turned into flames and how flames turned back into people.
Klein had no interest in listening to these idle chatter. He quickly returned to his room and pondered what had just happened.
There was no doubt that the target the "hunter" was pursuing was not on the ship at all. He simply used money to hire someone to disguise himself and board the ship, and even created abnormal weather phenomena to block the sea surface. His goal was to make the "hunter" demigod believe that he was on the ship and track him there, while he found another way out...
It was a bit like the method used by the "devil" who assassinated Duke Negan. Last time, a violent demigod was also deceived... Klein chuckled, feeling fortunate that he and the ship had avoided the conflict between the two demigods.
He had "teleportation" and the talisman of Poseidon, so he was not afraid of the ship sinking, but most of the hundreds of passengers might be eaten by the fish.
For the next period of time, he rested in the cabin like a normal passenger, occasionally going up to the deck to enjoy the sea breeze, and listening to everyone's conversations ranging from pirates to treasure, from the fire man just now to seemingly extraordinary events, until the ship docked at another port.
Should I stay on the boat for lunch or go for a stroll?
Klein asked himself the soul-searching question that every passenger would have. He looked out the window, about to use divination to solve the problem, when his eyes suddenly locked onto a figure.
He wore a black soft hat and his hands were tucked into his double-breasted dress pockets. His temples were dark gold, his nose was high, and his facial lines were like those of a classical sculpture. His eyes on one side were dim, indicating that he was obviously blind.
Following the crowd disembarking, the man quickly disappeared from the dock. Klein's gaze remained fixed on that side, his body motionless, as if he had turned into a stone statue.
He kept "playing" the man's actions over and over in his mind until the face, which he would not recognize even if it turned into ashes, was deeply imprinted in his memory.
His name is Ince Zangwill.
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8 Burningham Road, Hillston District, Backlund.
Just after enjoying a sumptuous lunch in the restaurant, Angel was surrounded by seemingly endless business.
The housekeeper Kayla customized several summer dresses for her master for the increasingly lively social season. Angel also wanted to hire a financial officer for the several businesses he invested in with his spare money. Since the safety of his own wallet was involved, she planned to take care of it personally.
Butler Riback conveyed a message from Sander of the Veterans Club that the batch of arms they had transferred from Intis had already set sail for the Rorsted Islands, and Angel needed to contact Elaine's "Redhead" to pick up the goods and send them to the Gargas Islands as soon as possible. This would allow both parties to make huge profits and would also allow Angel to deepen his relationship with these officers.
The transfer of Iris Winery as "compensation" by Baron Sindras has entered the final procedures. Perhaps in July, she will be able to taste the wine produced by her own estate.
What made her even happier was that Baron Sindras successfully persuaded most of the winery's skilled workers and original servants and managers to continue to stay, which made the handover between the two parties smoother and saved Angel the trouble of re-recruiting.
"Tell all the workers involved in planting, harvesting, and winemaking that as long as they hand over the work smoothly and work diligently, I will pay them an additional bonus of no less than three months' salary at the end of the year as an encouragement for their loyalty."
Angel said to Ryback.
"Okay, miss," the butler nodded, then hesitated to confirm, "That will be an expense of over 400 pounds."
Ah, so expensive...
Angel's expression was a little stiff, but for the sake of his reputation for generosity, he nodded reluctantly.
"Let's do it."
At this moment, endless gray fog appeared in front of her. A blurry but somewhat familiar figure bowed his head and prayed, and low words reached her ears.
Raging Sea...near Mid-Range Island...Ince Zangwill!
Angel's eyes suddenly widened.
It was not until the gray fog dissipated that Angel noticed the curious look on the butler's face, which he did not dare to look directly at his beautiful mistress. She pretended to be calm, sent away the personal maid and two butlers, and returned to her bedroom on the third floor. She locked the doors and windows, sealed the room with a spiritual wall, and sat on the sofa waiting quietly.
A moment later, a crimson light surrounded her.
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Queens, Earl Hall's luxurious villa.
Audrey Hall was busy at the table in her study. There were many manuscripts on the table in front of her, with information obtained from various sources written on them. With this information, she had pieced together the movements of the three people who had aroused her interest.
"Lily Granger's brother, Cole Granger, is actually a wanted criminal. He disappeared after committing a major crime in Tingen a year ago and has not been found yet...
"Benson and Melissa's parents have passed away, and they live with their younger brother and older brother, Klein Moretti. However, there's been a lack of follow-up information, and it seems more information about the history graduate from Khoy University is being hidden..."
Muttering, Audrey put down the notebook in her hand somewhat dejectedly.
She has used all legal means, and can only investigate this far. To go further, she has to steal information from the archives, track, and other means. That is her last bottom line.
Why not let Susie go... She looked at the big golden retriever in the corner of the room. The latter tilted his head and looked at his owner with his eyes, as if there was some unknown emotion in his eyes.
Having made up her mind, Audrey stood up and walked towards her pet. She squatted in front of it and said with a forced smile:
"Susie, I want to ask you for a favor..."
Except for painting, it should be able to agree to everything else... She thought to herself, and was about to continue to state her request, but she saw Susie's face showing obvious doubt.
"Audrey," it opened its mouth and spoke in human language, "you haven't been like yourself lately."
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