Above the gray fog, in a palace that looked like a giant's residence.

Klein sat in the Fool's position and raised his right hand, causing the "Poseidon's Scepter" hidden in the pile of debris to fly out and land in his palm.

He originally intended to place this "1" level sealed object next to the seat, out of respect for demigod-level items. But after careful consideration, he thought that the "Poseidon's Scepter" was still somewhat unable to match the mysterious and powerful "The Fool" who could fight against evil gods such as the "True Creator" and the "Original Witch". The "Card of Blasphemy" was barely qualified, so he threw the "Poseidon's Scepter" into the pile of junk.

Looking at the blue dots lingering around the white bone staff, Klein had an idea and came up with the idea of ​​making a preliminary division between them.

Just as he expected, those blue dots of light differentiated according to his will. Those that simply praised the "Sea God" and prayed sank to the bottom and disappeared faster. Those that were involved in confession and prayer floated upwards, closer to Klein's palm.

Following his spiritual intuition, he "clicked" one of the latter.

Suddenly, he saw the surging waves and heard the violent whistling wind.

A fishing boat offshore was bobbing up and down in the choppy deep blue, its weight heaving and it might capsize at any moment.

On the fishing boats, people who were obviously local indigenous people were either holding on to the masts or pulling on the ropes, trying their last efforts. Many of them were chanting the name of "Sea God" in panic.

Klein realized that this was an ongoing prayer, so he raised the milky white scepter.

On the top of the scepter, blue-green "gems" began to emit halos one after another, connecting into one and illuminating the scene.

The fishermen were gradually becoming desperate, when they suddenly felt the boat, which had been tossed around, stabilize.

They looked around in astonishment, only to see that the huge waves like hills had become calm at some point, and the strong wind that was raging on the sea was becoming slower and slower, as gentle as the taste of Zarha beer.

The dark clouds in the sky dissipated, and before a storm could fully unfold, it was forcibly suppressed by a mysterious force.

The fishermen quickly woke up from their daze and understood what had happened:

“Poseidon” protects everyone, and “Poseidon” shows His majesty!

Plop, plop, plop!

They all prostrated themselves on the deck, spread their hands, put them to their mouths, and chanted the honorific name of "Sea God" in a half-unison:

"Thank you, praise you, the favored one of the sea and the spirit world, the protector of the Rorsted Archipelago, the ruler of the sea creatures, the controller of tsunamis and storms, the great Kalvetua!"

Above the gray fog, Klein felt inexplicably depressed:

I was the one who saved you, why should you thank Kalvetuwa?

That sea serpent will only deliberately create hurricanes and stir up waves to scare you, forcing you to believe in it devoutly...

Klein was silent for two seconds, then suddenly burst into laughter:

“Kavetuwa is dead, and now Kavetuwa is my alter ego.

“Why should I feel bad because someone thanks me for another person?

"Is this what the Faceless Man must pay attention to when doing a real role? He must truly blend into the role and regard his joys and sorrows as his own, but he must not forget who he originally was... This is really difficult to do. If you are not careful, you will become mentally ill. Once a Beyonder becomes mentally ill, it won't be long before he loses control..."

After thinking carefully for a while, Klein exhaled and chuckled to himself:

"Playing the role of 'Poseidon' is quite rewarding.

"Although with the shielding and isolation of the gray fog, this role-playing may not necessarily receive feedback and directly promote my digestion of the Faceless Man potion, it can still provide experience and lessons to help me find a safer and more effective role-playing method."

Calming his mind, Klein spread his spirituality to another spot of light.

This time the prayer came from inside a bridge tunnel. A woman with tattered clothes and a festering body leaned against a corner, muttering the name of "Poseidon" and making her final confession.

Through her description, Klein seemed to have witnessed her short life with his own eyes.

This is an indigenous woman. Both of her parents believe in "Sea God", so she also believes in "Sea God". In the first ten years, her father worked as a miner, repaired roads, and laid railroad tracks. Her mother mainly did various temporary jobs, such as sewing, washing, helping at the dock, and intermittently working as a street girl. The family had a very difficult life but they could still make ends meet.

The change happened two years ago. His father died in a railway construction accident, but the Rorsted Railway Company only gave him very meager compensation. The family gradually went to the dead end.

Later, the girl was sold to the "Red Theater" by her mother and became a legal prostitute.

Although Emperor Roselle had invented condoms long ago, many pirates and adventurers were greedy for temporary pleasure and were unwilling to use them. The "Red Theater" itself did not enforce the law, so the girl's resistance was futile and she had no choice but to give in. In the end, she was infected with the disease by someone unknown.

The managers of the "Red Theater" tried simple treatments, but when they saw there was not much improvement, they kicked her out because the cost of subsequent treatments was obviously much more expensive than buying another girl.

Not only could the sick girl not find a new job, she didn't even have the money to rent a house. Her mother and brothers and sisters had long since disappeared; perhaps they had died or had been kidnapped and become slaves.

The girl became a homeless person and lived under a bridge, relying on food from charity organizations and some free medicines to survive for a while.

But this was short-lived. Her condition became increasingly serious, her body became weaker and weaker, and she soon reached the end of her life.

At that moment, she recalled the time when she had the most food and the warmest clothes, and recalled some of the words that the pirates and adventurers occasionally said, and prayed to the "Poseidon" in a low voice:

“I want to live like a human being…”

Klein raised his cane again, only to find that this seal did not have the ability to cure disease.

He was thinking about whether he should buy a batch of potions from Emlyn White in the name of the "world", but he found that the prayer scene was from noon. The girl had passed away in the muddy and dirty bridge hole, in pain all over her body and intense hunger.

Klein was silent for a while, and raised the perspective of the prayer scene to show the location of the bridge hole.

After noting down the characteristics of the nearby streets and surrounding areas, Klein leaned back in his chair, sighed, and smiled without any smile:

“What a humble wish.

"There is nothing to act out here... I will try to bury you like a human being..."

He withdrew his attention and scanned other spots of light, looking for someone he could realistically role-play, but for the moment, it was difficult to find anyone.

During this process, Klein noticed that the rebels such as Karat and Edmonton held a ceremony, placing a batch of items on the altar and praying to the "Sea God" to grant them strength.

That’s how they got the extraordinary “things” they exchanged... At the level of demigod, it’s really different... Moreover, they are used to not getting an immediate response, as if they want those items to stay overnight in the altar... It seems that Kalvetuwa’s sea snake doesn’t respond immediately. It depends on its mood and whether it’s asleep. Otherwise, it can only respond instinctively and cannot produce extraordinary “things” in batches... Klein picked up the “Poseidon’s Scepter” and made those blue “gems” shine again.

The majestic spirituality was wonderfully combined together, with an extraordinary feeling, pouring into the prayer picture, pouring into the altar, and randomly merging with different objects.

Some are electric shock spells, some can make people swim in the sea like fish, and some can cause strong winds... Within three months, the spirituality will gradually decay to nothing... Klein half-closed his eyes and felt the changes in those items.

At this time, he was already quite exhausted. Although he only responded twice, and mainly relied on the power of the "Scepter of Poseidon", one was to forcibly disperse the storm and calm the waves, and the other was to provide "enchantment" for dozens of items at the same time. Both were demigod-level applications, and the spiritual power consumption itself was also very large.

"Even if I can use this 'Sea God's Scepter' normally, I can't sustain it for too long... But the negative effects won't be a burden to me. Maybe I can try to use them sometimes...

"Well, the incident with the rebels reminded me that I have to pray for myself and make a batch of spells, mainly for underwater activities. This way, even if I encounter a naval battle, I will not be restricted. Oh, by the way, I still don't know how to make the lightning spell. I have to collect relevant mystical information. With it, I can deal with the enemy who has air superiority..."

Klein muttered a few words silently, threw the "Poseidon's Scepter" back into the pile of debris, and quickly returned to the real world.

…………

The side gate of a vast manor in the vast and beautiful countryside of East Chestershire.

Audrey Hall, wearing a waist-hugging black riding suit and a simply decorated women's shirt underneath, sat on the back of a maroon mare quite skillfully, without the slightest sway.

She stepped on the stirrups with her black leather boots, and tucked her legs in slightly inwards in her white trousers. She turned her head and smiled at Susie, a big golden retriever who was carrying a small leather bag on her back.

"I'll wait for you at the edge of the woods!"

After saying this, she bent down with the whip in her hand and let the brown mare run from fast to slow, running in the wilderness.

Audrey prefers beautiful manors and countryside scenery to the gorgeous, expensive but gloomy family castle.

Handsome horses followed, and their riders were servants and maids. They had only one mission, which was to protect Miss Audrey.

Susie also ran happily, a feeling she could never experience in Backlund.

Moreover, she and Audrey will have a small adventure today, which is to explore an ancient tower that has collapsed for a long time in the woods. The valuable items there have been taken away long ago, and no accidents have ever happened there. It is a very suitable place for inexperienced people to master various skills.

The only problem is that it will be dark in two hours, so there might not be enough time.