After going up on the deck and entering the cabin and finding the room, Klein was about to speak when Anderson Hood spoke first:

"That's not right... If I were a passenger on this ship, I would be very scared and nervous to see you, an adventurer who just offended the Undead King, coming aboard. I would either ask the captain or the first officer to persuade you to change the ship, or change the ship myself. But they are all very calm."

This guy is very sharp, and has great insight into some details... Is this the real "conspirator"? He usually laughs and talks nonsense and is optimistic, but in fact he has mastered the situation and made preparations without making a sound... Klein took the key to open the door while considering whether there was really a problem with this ship.

At this moment, Anderson raised his hand and patted his face, laughing dryly:

“I understand why!

"The time interval is too short, and the story has only spread among some adventurers and pirates. Ordinary passengers and sailors on the ship have no idea about it. Moreover, the person who knows what you look like must be a well-informed person, not an ordinary person."

Wow, you can answer your own questions now... Do you know that time is life? Klein muttered to himself and entered the first-class cabin.

It was not that he wanted to live comfortably, but he considered that he had to keep an eye on Anderson Hood and prevent the misfortune of the most unlucky hunter from bringing disaster to the cruise ship, so he let the other party book a first-class cabin.

Carrying the suitcase, Klein walked to the door of the master bedroom. He pointed to the guest bedroom and servant's room and said to Anderson:

"Pick one for yourself."

Anderson was stunned for two seconds, then half opened his mouth and said:

"You are very skilled..."

Of course, I have a lot of experience with hunters. If Danitz was here, I would specify the servants' room... Klein did not respond and entered the master bedroom.

At 1:30, the whistle sounded and the ferry set sail on time.

After hanging up his coat, Klein put on his trousers, shirt, and vest, walked out of the master bedroom, came to the living room, and looked out the window at the horizon.

There, the blue waves were rippling, spreading out inch by inch along the contour of Tuscany Island, undulating in the wind.

"You can't observe the entire situation this way." Anderson came closer and said with a smile, "You can only be sure of one side, and the Death Announcement may come from the other side or from the front. The best way is to climb the observation tower. Haha, there must be crew members there. However, an experienced hunter or pirate has a hundred ways to deceive his senses!"

Klein turned around and looked at Anderson Hood expressionlessly.

“That’s quite true.

"I'll leave this matter to you."

"Huh?" Anderson looked confused.

He immediately came to his senses and asked in surprise:

"You have no other way of observing?"

How to set a trap for the "Undead King" when there is no way to observe him?

“No.” Klein nodded calmly. “I can only rely on you.”

...Who gave you the courage to leave under the gaze of the "Undying King"? Anderson was speechless for a moment.

While muttering to himself, "Don't stop me, I want to jump off the ship," he left the cabin and headed straight for the bottom of the observation deck.

Theoretically, the Immortal King Agaritu, or the Death Announcer, should have long been aware of my ill intentions and sensed the danger from me. So, would they attack me? Would they believe that I was just at the level I showed and had no helpers, or would they suspect that some powerful person who could interfere with the sense of danger had intervened? Klein withdrew his gaze from the door and once again looked out at the sea.

After a while, he suddenly felt something, quickly opened his spiritual vision, and turned his head to look to the side.

The tall skeleton messenger emerged from the surface of the floor, the dark flames in its eye sockets jumping slightly.

Only the upper half of its body was exposed, so it was not much taller than Klein. It looked him straight in the eye and handed over the letter in its hand.

Mr. Azik replied very quickly this time... Klein nodded politely and took the neatly folded paper.

When the skeleton messenger disintegrated and disappeared, he unfolded the letter in the sunlight outside the window:

“…I’m glad you got the promotion and that your travels were more interesting than I thought.

“That sea area is indeed very dangerous. I vaguely remember that it might be related to the source of the catastrophe. As for why the ancient god of death has his aura lingering there, I’m not sure.

"I will remember your reminder. I will not enter that sea area before my memory is fully restored. The mumblings of the 'True Creator' are not pleasant to hear.

"I am somewhat interested in the ring in the hand of 'Admiral of Hell', but I have been entangled in a past event recently, so it may take some time before I can visit him..."

Seeing this, Klein couldn't help but smile:

I will write back to Mr. Azik later and tell him that I have a way to locate the location of "Admiral of Hell" Ludwell. When he visits, he must bring me with him. Oops, I haven't divined the whereabouts of the fishman's cufflinks recently. I don't know if Ludwell has found it or has thrown it away... Well, wait until I'm sure the "Death Announcement" won't catch up, then go to the gray fog to divine...

Klein moved his gaze and continued reading:

"The ancient documents I got from Katarina do mention the creation of artificial Grim Reapers. To put it simply, the royal family of the Balam Empire, who are now the top leaders of the Spiritual Cult, got inspiration from the case of the Hidden Sage suddenly coming back to life and gaining a personality, and they hope to make the same happen to the Grim Reaper, which is currently just a concept.

"This is possible, because the extraordinary is indestructible. The fall of the Death God does not mean that the corresponding characteristics and authority are completely lost. They still exist, but have returned to concepts and abstractions, and their status is like the earliest 'Hidden Sage'.

"From those documents, there has been no breakthrough in the corresponding research, but that was hundreds of years ago...

"The Sequence 4 potion corresponding to 'Fortune Teller' is called 'Trickster'. The strong men of Antigonus and Zaratul family left a deep impression on me. Even though I have forgotten the details now, I can still recall the slightly scary feeling.

"I don't know exactly where you can get the formula and materials. Perhaps you can consider switching to a similar path. I have recalled that you can choose Sequence 4 'Mystic' of the 'Apprentice' path and Sequence 4 'Parasite' of the 'Thief' path. However, I vaguely remember that these three paths should be Sequence 3 to be interchangeable..."

As expected... the only hope left was the "Magic Mirror" Arrodes... Klein forced his mouth to open and smile.

After reading the reply, he took out a pen and paper and quickly wrote down some of the content he had just thought of, and asked about the specific definition of "mythical creature".

He was not in a hurry to summon the messenger. He put down the paper and pen, and prepared for the "Death Notice" to appear before adding a request for help in the letter and sending it out. In this way, after he used the "Poseidon's Scepter" to support him from a distance for a while, he might be able to wait for Mr. Azik to travel through the spirit world to rescue him. At that time, the two of them could join forces and hope to receive the "Death Notice".

The reason why it was not written in advance was because the "devil" could sense the danger and would not come again. Of course, Klein did not know whether the other party could sense the specific content of the malicious intent now.

After waiting patiently for several hours, Klein heard the door open. He turned around and saw Anderson walking in with a complicated expression, rubbing the side of his head.

"The Death Announcement has not appeared. We are now completely out of the waters of Tuscat Island..."

The Immortal King didn't even take revenge... Gehrman Sparrow is even more complicated than I thought! Anderson sighed in his heart.

Klein nodded with a hint of regret, walked to the coat rack, picked up his coat and hat, and prepared to go to the restaurant.

…………

In a secret room, a Red Glove team is discussing a recent case.

The "Requiem Master" Soest held the chalk and pointed at the blackboard and said:

“This demon killing incident has something in common with the assassination of Duke Negan in Backlund.

“First, a human skin with its own breath and aura appeared, which is something that has not been seen in many demon-related incidents in the past.

“Secondly, there is more than one ‘demon’ who takes turns wearing human skin and carrying out normal activities to cover up the evil deeds of their companions.

"Finally, they all seem to belong to the Belia family..."

At this moment, Leonard in the corner seemed to be listening attentively, but because the captain mentioned Backlund, he couldn't help but think of the previous events in his mind.

After witnessing the complete destruction of the underground ruins, he was about to take advantage of his free time to investigate the mysterious detective Sherlock Moriarty and was about to start with the other party's former landlord. As a result, the team received an urgent mission and began to investigate a new serial murder case, so they had to leave Backlund.

"Leonard, what do you think?" After Soest finished speaking, he called on Leonard Mitchell to continue.

Leonard tilted his head in confusion, glanced at the contents on the blackboard, and quickly organized his words:

"I think this is not just a cover-up, it may also involve the need for a ritual, Captain Soest. As you know, the 'devil' has many blasphemous and evil rituals."

"That makes sense." Soest motioned for the next team member to speak.

Phew, luckily the old man gave me some lessons in "Demonology" recently... Leonard breathed a sigh of relief and began to listen carefully to his teammates' discussion.

…………

After two days of sailing, the passenger ship arrived safely at the Island of Oravi.

After checking into the hotel, Klein said to Anderson Hood:

"Wait for me here. The demigod doesn't like sudden visits from strangers."

He didn't want to expose the contact of the "School of Life".

"I hope I can live to see him." Anderson smiled bitterly and wished himself well.

Klein's lips twitched slightly, and he gave up the rest of his words. He took the carriage straight to St. Draco's Church of the Church of the Storm.

Not long after, he once again saw the tall, asymmetrical and ugly bell ringer, Cano, in the small room of the magnificent bell tower.

After hearing Gehrman Sparrow's purpose, Kano nodded with his hunched back.

"I'll take you to Councillor Richaud. He has recovered from his injuries and is no longer in the same place."

"Okay." Klein just responded when he suddenly remembered that Kano was a human product of the Church of the Mother Earth. So he asked, "Do you know Frank Lee?"