“As long as you can find her whereabouts, you can get 1,000 pounds! This is the first time I’ve encountered such a commission!” On the road outside the Fragrant Leaf Bar, Danitz rubbed his hands excitedly and punched the iron-black gas lamppost as tall as a person. He seemed to be eager to go around the city immediately and find the red-haired woman named Elaine.
For him, 1,000 pounds was not a small sum. It was enough for him to add another property to his property in Bayam, but it would not be in the most prosperous and valuable neighborhood.
The fairy carpet he got earlier was estimated to be worth only two to three thousand pounds, and this was the reward for fighting against dangerous guys like "Iron" McVitie and "Red Thorn" Huntley. It was not comparable to the easy and simple task of finding someone.
Klein, who was walking in front, was holding a spell material wrapped in newspaper that cost him 15 pounds. He slowed down his pace slightly, glanced at Danitz, and said expressionlessly:
"5,500 pounds."
…Daniz’s excitement suddenly froze on his face.
Only then did he remember an important issue: in the eyes of other pirates and adventurers, he was as "attractive" as red-haired Elaine.
Others don't need to fight him. After recognizing his identity, they can directly report him to the military, church, or police station, and they may get a bounty of over 1,000 pounds. After all, he is already a big pirate worth 5,500 pounds.
His search for red-haired Elaine was equivalent to a graceful and beautiful lady entering the "Red Theater" for entertainment.
Dog…shit…Danitz spat out a word with a grim look on his face, dragging out the pronunciation in the middle.
At the same time, he automatically raised his hand and pulled up his cap to make the brim in front lower.
After pouring cold water on Danitz, Klein resumed his normal walking speed and thought about how to find red-haired Elaine.
The lack of media and necessary information made it difficult for him to use divination, so he had to consider other methods.
"Mobilize subordinates to conduct a city-wide investigation? This is something that only the church, the military, and the police can do. Even local gangs would have difficulty completing it... Wait, I think I can do it too...
"I am now the Sea God Kalvetuwa. My followers are all over Bayam and Blue Mountain Island. I can make a broadcast, no, an oracle to all the followers, and they can help me find the red-haired Elaine... But wouldn't that be too demeaning? Doing this for 1,000 pounds, even gods need to save face...
“If I were the real ‘sea god’, I wouldn’t care about these things, but I’m playing Kalvetuwa and I have to try my best to maintain the dignity of a god.
"When Kalvetuwa was on the verge of collapse and urgently needed to find Laticia and her men, it did not broadcast an oracle, but only gave orders to some of its mid- and high-level believers... I can change its commandments as part of its image reshaping, but it can't appear too low-end... Well, this should also be a requirement for real acting.
“It would be difficult to quickly organize an investigation simply by giving oracles to Karat, Edmonton and others, and they would inevitably exaggerate the severity of the problem and make it a big deal, which would make it difficult to handle later.
"There is another way. Throw the radio receiver above the gray fog again and try to contact the magic mirror Arrodes in a few days to inquire about the whereabouts of Red-haired Elaine. You have to be careful and prepare in advance. Use divination to confirm. Don't receive strange telegrams from the 'True Creator' or the 'Original Witch'. Even if you only take a look at them, they are probably really crazy."
Klein quickly came up with an idea and boarded a rented carriage parked at the corner of the street. Danitz followed closely behind him, holding up his cap.
Returning to the Azure Wind Inn, Klein took off his hat and coat and said to Danitz:
"If your captain has given you a dream, ask for information about Red-haired Elaine."
"She probably doesn't know, otherwise I would know this red-haired Elaine." Danitz chuckled, "I don't know who is looking for her, but is willing to pay 1,000 pounds."
His thoughts drifted, and he imagined a love story that was comparable to those in Emperor Roselle's novels.
Klein glanced at him and casually mentioned:
"I'm monitoring tonight."
"You're eavesdropping?" Danitz came back to his senses and suspected that he had heard it wrongly.
“Yes.” Klein nodded.
Gehrman Sparrow saw that I was too tired? Although this guy is a little crazy, he is still a good person at heart. When he was in Bansy Harbor, he actually decided to take the risk to save people for some unreasonable reasons... Danitz sighed inwardly.
Holding the radio receiver and the corresponding items, Klein entered the bedroom, locked the door, and threw them into the gray fog using a sacrificial ritual.
After doing all this, he did not rush to leave the majestic palace. Instead, he waved his hand and let the "Scepter of Poseidon" fly out from the pile of debris. He browsed through the different prayers made by different people and accumulated experience from thousands of people.
During this process, he responded from time to time, like a child who was still very interested in the toy.
Just as Klein was finishing his browsing, a rippling circle of light suddenly appeared next to The Fool's seat.
Someone is praying to me, praying to the Fool instead of the Sea God... Klein raised his eyebrows, spreading his spirituality, and browsing the scene contained in the aperture.
…………
In Enmat Harbor, in a room with closed curtains.
Ed Sheeran, wearing a black classical robe, resisted the urge in his heart and said to the sweet and youthful girl Denise in front of him:
“The gift of the gods is within us, but to access it, we must have a mentor to guide us.
"Your soul is pure and is loved by the gods. I will personally guide you. During this process, no matter what happens, you must trust me and obey me.
"Before that, do you have any questions?"
Ed Sheeran is a liar. What he is best at is setting up a cult to defraud money and sex, and then escaping decisively before the cult expands in scale and is noticed by the police.
This time, he came from Backlund, disguised as a follower of the Fool that many gang members in the capital were looking for, and initially developed a group of believers among the target population.
He lied that The Fool was the incarnation of the Lord of Storms, who would come to save believers at the end of the world. This was a secret that could not be widely publicized and could only be spread in secret, otherwise it would attract the attention of other churches and other gods. Only those who were chosen could believe in The Fool in advance and be the first to be saved.
In order to make himself more convincing, he spent a lot of money to buy a piece of paper with the name of "The Fool" written on it when he was in Backlund.
His comments on the contents of the paper are:
“It looks just like the real thing.”
Denise asked with some fear and expectation:
"Master, why did we not receive any response when we chanted the name of the God? Aren't we the ones who were chosen to be blessed by God?"
I will give you "divine grace" right away... Ed Sheeran took a breath and suppressed the beautiful picture in his mind:
“There are two reasons. One is that you have not yet discovered the gift of the gods hidden in your body. I will help you complete it later.
"Second, you are not pious enough. Don't make excuses. I can see through your heart.
"Once you have done all of this, you will be able to recite the true name of the gods and receive a response, just like me."
Under Denise's admiring and curious gaze, Ed Sheeran picked up the pen on the table next to him and quickly wrote a line of words.
That is the Hermetic language used for sacrifice.
——In order to make the scam successful, Ed Sheeran mastered a lot of religious knowledge and even went to the university to eavesdrop on courses in the history and archaeology departments.
He held the paper and proudly read out the Hermetic text he had just written in front of Denise:
"Fools who do not belong to this era,
"The mysterious ruler above the gray fog,
"The yellow and black king who controls good luck."
Then, Ed Sheeran half-closed his eyes, opened his arms, and said in a dreamy voice:
“I feel the blessing of the gods.”
At this moment, a silver-white lightning fell from the sky and struck Ed Sheeran on the head.
With a crackling sound, tiny electric snakes on his body scurried around, and he fell to the ground with the "favor of the gods". His body surface quickly turned black, and his muscles twitched violently.
A few seconds later, he stopped all movements, including breathing, as Denise exclaimed, "Lord Ed Sheeran is truly a person favored by the gods."
Denise finally realized something was wrong, walked forward carefully, lifted her skirt, squatted down, and put her finger on Ed Sheeran's nose.
He, he's dead... He's dead! Denise stepped back and fell to the ground in horror.
She was so scared that she burst into tears, stumbled out of the room and ran straight to the nearby police station.
…………
Above the gray fog, Klein silently took back the "Poseidon's Scepter".
How dare he use my name to defraud money and property and defile women... He twitched his lips, wishing he could give that guy named Ed Sheeran another bolt of lightning.
This is called whipping the corpse.
That girl should call the police, right? This kind of case will inevitably be transferred to the corresponding Beyonder team. I wonder if it will be the Nighthawks, the Punishers, or the Mechanical Hearts that will handle it... After what Mr. A did, my reputation as the Fool is not small in Backlund. Maybe there is already a file in the official organization. Well, they might gather all the information and hand it over to the Red Gloves or a team similar to the Red Gloves for special handling... Klein's previous identity as a Nighthawk and his experience were thinking about the possible developments.
However, he quickly put the matter behind him because he could not be found anyway.
Klein threw the "Poseidon's Scepter" back into the pile of debris and prepared to return to the real world.
Suddenly, among those deep red stars floating quietly in the boundless gray fog, one of them suddenly lit up, spreading out light like water!
It expands and contracts, contracts and expands again, and is extremely conspicuous.
And this is a crimson "star" that does not belong to any member of the Tarot Club.
It's been a busy day... Who could it be? Someone like Miss Justice, Mr. Hanged Man, and Little Sun, who relies on certain items to connect with the gray fog? Klein thoughtfully spread his spirituality, not responding, just browsing.
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