What happened? The sudden change made the inexperienced Hazel temporarily at a loss as to how to respond. She stood there for several seconds before she opened the door and rushed in.

When she came to the charred rat, the self-proclaimed demigod had already stood up and said calmly:

"You forgot to close the door."

"Ah..." Hazel was confused at first, then she realized that she was anxious to figure out the situation and did not close the door as usual to prevent the maid from peeking inside.

Seeing that the mouse didn't seem to be a big deal, Hazel pursed her lips, turned around, and walked back to the door.

During this process, she did not forget to look towards the full-length mirror, and saw that everything was normal there, without any problems. It clearly reflected the scene in the room, not a single person more and not a single thing less.

Amid the sound of clicking, Hazel took the initiative to ask:

"Teacher, what happened just now?"

The rat with burnt fur turned sideways to her, looked out the window and said:

“In the world of the occult, anywhere that involves supernatural forces, there are dangers aplenty and one cannot be careless.

"I just tried to use a mirror to do a divination, but it attracted the attention of an unknown entity. After a fierce confrontation, I finally solved the problem and prevented the danger from spreading to the entire neighborhood."

The mouse spoke fluently, without any stuttering or interruption, as if the lightning strike just now was just a trivial matter.

I see... Why didn't you remind me of this before... Hazel frowned uncontrollably, and vaguely smelled the mixed smell of burnt hair and decomposed grease in the air.

Without waiting for her to respond, the mouse turned towards the balcony and said with its back almost to her:

“There is something wrong with my physical condition, and I am no longer suitable to stay here. Otherwise, I will be easily discovered by the Church of Darkness.

"Well, find a chance to send me to your manor in the suburbs."

Looking at the charred fur of the mouse and smelling the aroma of roasted meat, Hazel was silent for a few seconds, suppressed her doubts, and nodded:

"OK."

…………

160 Böklund Street.

Klein, sitting in the armchair, saw ripples like water waves appearing on the surface of the full-length mirror, and silver rays of light were rising up.

Silver words took shape one after another, forming a sentence:

"Great Master, your humble servant Arrodes has followed your instructions, warned the demigod of the 'thief' path, and gave her a small punishment."

She? As Klein was chewing on the personal pronouns used by Arrodes, the mirror surface sparkled, reflecting a scene:

Silver lightning struck fiercely, and the gray mouse fell down twitching.

This is... too weak, right? Klein suddenly realized that the demigod's condition might be worse than he thought.

"Are you satisfied with my handling?" The silver lines moved quickly and turned into a question.

“Not bad.” Klein nodded slightly.

Considering the state of the demigod, he paused for a second and asked tentatively:

"Why don't you just kill her?"

Arrodes wrote silver words one after another on the mirror surface:

“If you can’t be sure that you can kill the demigod target, it’s best not to force them into a desperate situation.

“Once they stop suppressing themselves and completely give up on themselves, they will transform into incomplete mythical creatures that have lost their minds.

“A lot of times, they’re not in the right shape and have trouble exerting their power because they’re fighting against a tendency to lose control.

"I, my real body is not here, so I can only give you a small punishment."

As the last line of words came to light, the light on the full-length mirror flickered twice, and Klein suddenly felt as if some creature was staring at him.

He did not respond to this, but nodded and said:

"That's all for today. If there's anything else, I'll summon you again."

"Okay, master~" The mirror immediately reflected a stick figure waving his hand.

After tidying up the room, Klein ended his nap and walked out of the master bedroom.

Not long after, the butler Walter, wearing white gloves, came to the third floor and entered the semi-open room with a large balcony. He said to his employer Dwayne Dantes:

"Sir, the church has sent a letter inviting you to serve as a member of the board of directors of the Loen Charity Student Aid Fund. You can choose to serve directly and receive a not-so-small salary, or just treat this as an honorary title and only participate in discussions and votes on major matters."

The church is very efficient, and the framework has already been set up... Klein thought about it and felt that since he had already donated more than 10,000 pounds, there was no need to collect a salary. It would be better to do things thoroughly, so he spoke carefully:

“It’s just an honorary title, but I hope to occasionally participate in the actual operation of the fund and contribute extra strength to its promotion and help more people.”

"I will convey your thoughts to the church." Walter responded seriously, "If you have no other questions or anything else, you'd better go to witness the official establishment of this fund on Wednesday morning."

Klein picked up the bone china cup, drank the black tea and said:

"good."

…………

On the "Golden Dream", Danitz stood at the front of the deck, looking melancholy at the choppy blue sea ahead.

After being urged by Gehrman Sparrow again, he felt that he could not delay any longer, otherwise it might become a bounty at any time.

I don't want to turn into a pile of money while I sleep... I'll be suspected if I'm suspected! Danitz bared his teeth for a while, mustered up his courage, walked through the hatch, and headed straight for the captain's room.

Since he couldn't find Anderson Hood in a short time, he could only face "Vice Admiral Iceberg" Edwina Edwards.

After arriving at the destination, Danitz took three deep breaths before raising his right hand and preparing to knock on the door.

At this moment, the voice of "Lieutenant General Iceberg" came from inside:

"Come in."

"..." Danitz paused with his right hand, forced a smile, and opened the door to enter.

He then saw his captain sitting behind a desk, holding a crimson fountain pen, writing something.

“Captain, I have something to ask you.” Danitz moved closer, bent slightly, and said with a smile.

Edwina put down her pen, pulled at the cuffs of her shirt with lace tied into a flower-like bow, glanced at Danitz and said:

"You want to ask about West Balam's situation?"

"Ah?" Danitz's expression suddenly became dull.

The Captain already knew?

It must be those bastards "Iron Skin" and "Dog Shit" who told the captain about it!

I knew that on this ship, no secrets could be kept, especially from the captain!

After cursing in his heart, Danitz smiled again:

"Yes, you know, I'm very interested in history and geography."

Edwina's eyes, as clear as spring water, moved slightly, and she looked out the window and said:

“This is international politics.”

Without waiting for the suddenly stiff Danitz to find another excuse, she said to herself:

"In West Balam, there are cities managed by Loen people, valleys belonging to Intis, indigenous generals supported by Loen, tribes that obey Intis' orders, and relatively independent state-level forces that rely on the balance between the two great powers. They secretly contact different factions of the Spirit Cult, competing for or claiming to be descendants of the God of Death. In addition, the Rose School and the Feysac Empire also have a strong influence in West Balam. On the surface, no force belongs to them, but in fact, many generals and chieftains are subservient to them.

"in……"

Danitz listened in a daze, then suddenly raised his hand with a dry laugh:

"Captain, I, I need to take a note."

Otherwise I can’t remember it at all!

Edwina was not angry after being interrupted. She pointed to the pen and paper on the table:

“It’s a good habit.

"I think Gehrman Sparrow doesn't want to get wrong information either."

"Ah?" Danitz was stunned again.

…………

“West Balam is really chaotic. Even though he is just a warlord of some size, it is sometimes difficult to tell which faction he belongs to and who supports him… The Rose School has a strong influence here? For me, the danger is rising sharply…” Klein took Danitz’s letter from the messenger, Reinette Tinicole, opened it on the spot, and quickly read through it.

This made him feel that he should not go to West Balam in person unless he followed Mr. Azik.

PS: Update first and then modify.

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