Watching the messenger disappear, Klein thought about which demigod he could contact in a short period of time, but found that there was no one left. He had no choice but to turn his attention back to the question of what to do next:

"The city-wide 'broadcast' just now will definitely make 'Sea King' Yann Kautman try his best to search for 'Sea God' and his followers while searching for Hermoshuin. Going out in the middle of the night will easily attract attention, so we can only stay here and wait for dawn.

“You can’t take tomorrow’s boat. If you encounter an attack on the way, it’s very likely that everyone on the boat will be implicated, and this is not covert enough.

"Well... summon sea creatures, leave on a whale ship, use the deserted islands and reefs along the way to rest and transfer, and arrive at the next port... Since 'Orange Light' said that you must be in close contact to detect that characteristic, even if the induction completed by the 'Mother Goddess of Desire' through rituals or believers is amplified, it will not exceed a city, and may even be only one block. This can also explain why I encountered a trap when I arrived in Oravi.

“As long as I leave Bayam, I should be able to get rid of the ‘watch’…”

As Klein's thoughts gradually became clear, the radio receiver suddenly picked up another signal!

He hurried over, recorded it quickly, and then used the code book to translate it into corresponding letters to form words.

Not long after, the contents of the telegram signal appeared on the paper, in dark black ink:

"I see you."

I saw you... Klein felt a chill in his heart as he read this sentence.

…………

Bayam, in an ordinary house not far from the Governor's Mansion.

In the spacious basement, candles burned quietly, casting dim light all around.

"Silver Viper" Odell had taken off his hooded robe and looked at the middle-aged man opposite him with a slightly trembling look. He said in an unstable voice:

"Lord Senior, I don't know why Hermosiune's real hiding place is known."

Senior wore an old tricorn hat, had sunken eye sockets, and a frighteningly pale face, more like a ghost than a human. He raised his hand to wipe the two black mustaches on his lower lip, and his light brown eyes swept coldly across Odell's face, making the famous adventurer lower his head.

After staring at the other party in silence for a few seconds, the "Blood Admiral" in white trousers and a red jacket spoke in a low voice:

"Less than three minutes after that telegram, there was a notice spread throughout the city, and the content was exactly part of the telegram.

"I suspect that another force has begun to pay attention to radio and has obtained our code book from old Quinn."

"Yes, yes, that must be the case!" "Silver Coin Viper" Odel hurriedly agreed, hoping that "Admiral of Blood" would not think that it was his poor performance that led to the loss of the great scientist Hermoshuin.

He knew very well how cruelly this pirate general treated his subordinates who did something wrong!

Senior glanced at Odell and sneered:

“But no matter what, you failed.

"If it weren't for you and your mistress who gave me so much pleasure, I would have you pull your intestines out!

"Send a telegram and tell the eavesdropper who may or may not exist that I saw him. Let him spend the night in fear and anxiety. This is the only thing you can do now."

Odell breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. He looked at the Blood Admiral and the bloody altar on the table behind him with fear, and replied respectfully:

"Yes, Master Senior!"

He had just thought that he would be part of the sacrifice.

When Odel left the basement, Admiral of Blood, Senior, turned to look at the altar covered with human heads, internal organs, limbs, and blood, and said in a more respectful manner than Odel had when facing him:

"Master Jax, was the ritual successful?"

"Once you succeed, we just have to wait for God's response." A cold and emotionless voice came from the curtain hanging around the altar.

Then, the curtain seemed to come to life, rolling up on both sides, tying itself into a knot smoothly, and falling in the center of the altar.

A slightly transparent figure appeared beside the altar at some point. He had a brown complexion, deep wrinkles on his face, and sparse white hair like autumn leaves. It seemed that he had lived for many, many years.

He looked humbly into the candlelight, his brown eyes motionless.

"Admiral of Blood" Senior did not dare to speak again. He stood next to Lord Jax, waiting for changes to occur on the altar.

Suddenly, the candle flame was tinged with a variety of colors, each of which seemed to correspond to a different desire of the viewer.

The human heads, internal organs, limbs and blood on the altar moved without wind, stacking up layer by layer, and appeared to be in a state of melting candles.

Before long, they formed a short tree of flesh and blood, with an uneven surface like the shell of a walnut.

Plop! Plop! Plop!

There seemed to be a heart beating inside the tree of flesh and blood, strong and powerful.

Just when Senior could no longer bear the noise, the tree of flesh and blood withered, rotted into mud, and spread out.

Where it had been, a flesh-colored, wet, sticky ball remained.

Soon, the ball grew limbs and a head and turned into a humanoid creature the size of a palm.

There are no eyes, no nose, no ears on its face, only a hole-like mouth.

Grayish-white mist came out of that mouth and then retracted, repeatedly without stopping.

The old man named Jax piously and fanatically chanted "The Mother Tree of Desire" many times, then reached out and grabbed the strange little man.

Silently, all the candles went out, but for the "ghosts" with night vision, this did not affect their ability to see things.

Admiral of Blood, Senior, looked at Jax and heard him say in a low voice:

“We have been preparing for this ceremony for so long, and God’s gift can help us sense the present existence on a larger scale.

"Then, we can use the glasses made by the members of the School of Life to accurately find him!"

As he spoke, Jax took out a monocle from his inside pocket. It looked no different from a normal one, but it glowed with a bright white light in the dark.

"Lord Jax, what should we do next?" Senior asked respectfully.

Jacks, with deep wrinkles, thought for a few seconds and said:

“After daybreak, go look for your target.

“If he has a powerful helper, we will monitor him to prevent him from leaving the sensing range, and then patiently wait for Lord Sua to arrive.

"If he has no protector and is weak, then we will just take action."

When hearing the word "Suea", the corner of "Blood Admiral" Senio's forehead twitched noticeably, as if the name of that adult alone was enough to make people afraid.

He took a slow breath and said:

"Yes, Master Jax!"

After answering, Senior instinctively touched the necklace hanging on his chest.

The necklace appears to be made of pure silver, and the pendant is an ancient-looking coin.

…………

Frightened by the telegram, Klein didn't sleep much in the second half of the night. As soon as daybreak came, he sacrificed his suitcase, wallet, and most of the cash above the gray fog.

After dealing with the traces, he went to the hotel front desk to pay the bill, then took a carriage directly to the edge of Bayam, out of the city and up the mountain, apparently heading to the cemetery prepared for the local natives.

Halfway through his journey, he suddenly turned into the woods, intending to walk straight to the edge of the cliff, where a huge underwater creature was already waiting below!

Birds chirped and insects crawled in the woods, and small wild animals occasionally ran by. Klein walked very quickly on the humus ground.

Along the way, he could see mushrooms growing after the rain, and rags and other garbage left behind by some Bayam citizens during their picnics. Everything was so peaceful, and accompanied by the fresh morning air.

A leaf fell down, and Klein dodged it easily without stopping.

At this moment, the leaf suddenly accelerated, and even turned strangely, sticking to his mouth and nose.

It was like an adult's hand, tightly covering Klein's nose and mouth, making it completely impossible for him to breathe.

whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Branches from trees all around fell off and shot toward Klein like sharp arrows.

And the fragments, papers and other things left over from the picnic also had their own vitality. They connected together to form an impenetrable strange net, and "pounced" over!

PS: I’m a bit stuck in writing, so the number of words is relatively small, so I’ll update first and revise later.