Klein didn't answer whether it was right or not. He stopped walking towards the bedroom and said calmly:
“That’s the problem.”
"Yes, yes, yes, question! It's a baseless and purely slanderous question! Moreover, I have also given a negative answer." Danitz responded happily and emphasized that he had never admitted it.
Klein nodded slightly:
"I'll clarify this with your Captain."
Clarify... Danitz was stunned at first, then half opened his mouth with a distorted expression.
He was also a well-informed man, so he stopped arguing and refutation and forced a smile:
"Is there anything I can do for you?"
Klein took a deep breath and used the Joker's ability to control his facial expression:
"Listen carefully."
"Yes, okay!" Danitz agreed hastily.
Seeing Gehrman Sparrow turn around and walk to the bedroom door, he couldn't help but blurt out:
"You won't go to the captain to clarify again?"
Klein turned the handle and replied expressionlessly:
"Listen carefully."
After saying that, he pushed the door open, and before he could smile, he closed the door with his backhand.
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After breakfast the next day, Klein changed into wide-leg pants, a brown thick jacket, and a baseball cap. He changed his look and went out, leaving Danitz alone in the room guarding the radio receiver.
On the way, Klein's appearance changed again, becoming more and more like a native.
He found a special store and bought linen gloves, shrouds and body bags. Then, based on the surrounding environment features he saw while browsing the prayer screen, he found the bridge arch and the girl who died in the corner and in the mud.
Because it was still winter and the weather was not hot, the corpse had not yet shown obvious signs of decay, but the festering skin and the foul smell still made Klein instinctively feel a little nauseous.
——He didn’t come to bury the girl who wanted to live like a human being right away last night because, due to the recent events, Bayam’s nighttime control was extremely strict, and the cemetery was not open until dawn.
Taking out a small metal bottle, Klein poured some "Krag's Oil" onto his hands and rubbed it on the tip of his nose.
A choking feeling invaded his mind, and the minty smell mixed with disinfectant filled his sense of smell, making him as clear-headed as if he had just fallen into an ocean full of floating ice cubes, no longer affected by other smells.
After stuffing the metal bottle back into his pocket, Klein put on his gloves, took a few steps forward, and squatted next to the female corpse.
He first unfolded the shroud, rolled the person in little by little, and then gently put the body into the body bag.
With the bag on his back, he deliberately passed through the busiest streets of Bayam, all the way to the outskirts of the city, and climbed up the narrow road that was impassable to carriages to the middle of the mountain by the sea.
There is a cemetery specially prepared by the Storm Church and the Governor's Palace for the local indigenous people.
The cemetery for outsiders such as the Loen people, Intis people, and Feynapot people who came here to do business, adventure, and settle down is on the other side of Bayam, backed by the woods, and is flat and soothing.
Klein climbed up step by step and entered the cemetery that didn't even have a name. He found the gravekeeper who was dozing off.
"How do you want to bury him?" The gravekeeper pointed at the body bag and said, "If you want it for free, you have to wait a few days until a certain number of bodies are accumulated in the morgue, and then they will be burned together and buried in the same grave. Of course, a priest will comfort the soul of the deceased in advance. It costs 5 soli, and he will have his own urn and a grid. It costs 2 pounds for the urn, the cemetery, and the tombstone. If you don't want to be cremated and need a coffin, you can go there to choose. Different woods have different prices."
Klein thought for a moment, took out a 5-sol note, and handed it over.
"What's your name?" The gravekeeper counted the bills, picked up the fountain pen, and asked in a friendly manner.
He actually doesn't know how to write words, he just draws some symbols to aid memory.
Klein paused for a second and said:
"Buddy."
"Buddy..." the gravekeeper repeated in a low voice and drew a symbol.
Without looking up, he continued:
"She could have an epitaph on the plaid."
Buddy is a typical female name of the native people of the Rorsted Islands, so the gravekeeper did not make a mistake in gender.
Klein was silent for a few seconds, then spoke in a low voice:
"She is a human being."
"She was a person? What a strange epitaph..." the gravekeeper muttered softly, "Do you have a photo? I know you don't have one."
Before he finished speaking, he saw the other party handing him a "photo".
That was a portrait that Klein had created with the help of a ritual. It perfectly reproduced the girl's appearance before she fell ill. In order to avoid suspicion, he used the appropriate paper and certain techniques to make the portrait look like a real photo.
The gravekeeper was slightly surprised, but didn't say much. He quickly took the information and carried the body bag to the pastor's hut with Klein.
After the funeral, cremation, ashes storage, photos, and epitaph carving were all completed, Klein took a deep look and turned to leave the cemetery.
As he descended the mountain road, he saw the entire Bayam:
The sea water is light blue and nearly green, stretching as far as the eye can see. The harbor is full of overlapping sails, tall chimneys, crisscrossing streets with people coming and going, and there are dense manors and numerous plants all around. In the distance there is a wide road and straight railroad tracks... It's like a beautiful oil painting from the hands of a master, full of vigor and vitality that is indescribable.
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At the top of the bell tower attached to the Church of the Waves, Cardinal of the Church of the Storm and Senior Deacon of the "Substituted Punisher" Arne Cotman was standing on the edge, looking out at the refreshing sea and the mountains that spread far away along the coastline.
——The pollution level in Bayam is quite low, because mining, smelting and other industries are in other cities on the island. The mainstay here is the spice trade, brothels and casinos, and the gathering and transfer of goods. There is no established industry. The heating coal is used very rarely due to the suitable temperature.
As soon as Sea King Yann Kottman withdrew his gaze, he saw a Mandated Punisher running up the spiral staircase.
"Sir Courtman, we have new information." The "Made in Punishment" said, hitting his left chest with his right fist.
"What?" The muscular Yan Kottmann turned around and asked.
The "Manufactured Punisher" handed over the note in his hand:
"According to the news from within the resistance, they have received a response from Kalvetuwa and are currently shaping a new statue."
"A new statue?" Yan Kautman unfolded the note and quickly read it.
He immediately turned his head to look at the interior of Blue Mountain Island, where the jungle was like a sea, and said after a moment of hesitation:
"Look for anything unusual in the archipelago waters."
He was certain of one thing from this intelligence, that is, the mysterious man who took away the remaining characteristics of Kalvetua had not left the waters of the Rorsted Archipelago. This could be accurately judged from the fact that the other party could disguise himself as Kalvetua to respond to believers.
At the same time, Yann Kautman was very clear that the extraordinary characteristics left by Kalvetuva, who had gone completely insane before his death, would inevitably have serious negative effects, regardless of whether they were formed into real items, and would inevitably cause abnormalities in the surrounding areas.
And he believed that it would not be easy for the mysterious man to find the correct sealing method.
Even if you find it, you will not be able to control yourself when responding to the prayer, which will expose problems.
This is the clue!
"Yes, Lord Courtman, the storm is with you!" The "Made in Punishment" saluted again.
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After entering Bayam City, Klein removed the ability of the Faceless Man when no one was paying attention, and took a carriage back to the Azure Wind Inn.
As soon as he opened the door and walked in, he saw Danitz sitting in front of the radio receiver with a strange and solemn expression.
"Any gains?" Klein asked in a low voice.
“No, I haven’t.” Danitz raised his right palm and shook the newspaper in his hand. “My bounty, my bounty, has been increased to 5,500 pounds…”
This is right up there with “Iron” McVitie!
This made him afraid to go out and relax and drink, and he could only stay in the room and monitor the signal.
This rate of appreciation is really exciting... Klein didn't know what expression to use for a moment, so he could only say expressionlessly:
“This is just the beginning.
"Mr. Ten Thousand Pounds."
...Shit! Danitz cursed in his heart, but he didn’t dare to show any disrespect on his face.
Those things were all done by Gehrman Sparrow, so why did my bounty go up? Those sons of bitches in the Storm Church Kingdom military! He forced a smile and shook his head, his facial muscles twisted a little.
Klein suppressed his laughter and ignored him. He returned to the bedroom and prepared to catch up on his sleep.
At this moment, he saw a letter suddenly appear, falling from mid-air and landing right in front of him.
Klein raised his right hand and grabbed the letter.
The messenger didn't even show up this time, and just left? Klein sighed and casually opened the letter to read:
“…There are two ways to obtain a messenger. One is to think of an accurate description, hold a ceremony, summon the corresponding spirit world creature, and sign a necromancy contract with it. The other is to directly enter the spirit world, find the desired messenger, and after obtaining its consent, sign a contract with it and record the precise description language for future use.
“The first method is relatively simple, but quite dangerous, because the creature that fits the description may be a powerful spiritual creature or a strange evil spirit. Every time you summon, you cannot be completely sure what will be attracted, and this is a risk that is difficult to avoid in advance through divination.
“The danger of the second method is that it is not easy to find the right messenger, and there is a risk of getting lost in the spirit world.
"Unless you are a traveler, I do not recommend the second method. For the first method, I can provide some verified 'descriptions'. As long as the process is accurate, the danger level is quite low, but it may not be satisfactory to you. In addition, the contract requires the use of the power of the dead realm, which you can provide with my copper whistle.
“The format consists of the following paragraphs…
"Of course, if you don't mind, I can give you a messenger and let it sign a contract with you..."
Give it to me? No wonder the messenger didn't even dare to show his face... Klein thought suddenly.
Considering that he used the previous courier as a guard, but was unfortunately killed by Mr. A, which led to the subsequent couriers becoming more and more rude to him, he first declined the good intention of transferring the gift in his heart.
"Should I use the first or second method? The first method is prone to problems, and I might be beaten up by the summoned reserve messenger on the spot... The commonly used description is not special enough, and the messenger's ability is worrying... The second method? I am not afraid of getting lost, I can go directly back to the gray fog, and I can use the 'Poseidon's Scepter' in my spiritual state, and I am not afraid of being drained of blood by spiritual creatures. Well, it has to be done outside the archipelago, otherwise I will be troubled by the prayers." Klein made a decision quickly.
PS: It’s the end of the month, please give me a monthly ticket~