597 Kleins Plan (1/2)
Lanevus is likely a Sequence 8 Swindler. This happens to be from the Marauder pathway. It's not incomprehensible or unacceptable that he would have the ”admission ticket” to the corresponding gathering. On the contrary, it's very logical... Purchasing a mystical item, which can steal the Beyonder powers of others, at a gathering with the Hermits of Fate is definitely much easier than other circles... From the looks of it, this is the so-called clue Will Auceptin mentioned... Klein sat by the edge of the bed and suddenly brightened up.
He hurriedly set up a ritual to summon himself and went above the gray fog to bring back the eyeball-sized badge to the real world.
On the front of the badge was a symbol that depicted fate and concealment, and behind it was a ring of tiny and compact words in ancient Hermes: ”You can join if you have this item.”
Klein was just about to inject his spirituality to activate the badge and send out the ”information” to synchronize it with the latest gathering time and location when he suddenly turned hesitant
... How careless am 1.1 actually forgot to divine if doing so will be dangerous! If that gathering has Lanevus's demigod senior and he uses it to lock onto me, that will be troublesome. It's just like how Vice Admiral Ailment Tracy was able to quickly find a Demoness of Unaging to help her. I must take precautions... A person should be rash when the time calls for it, and be a coward when necessary! Klein smacked his forehead and cautiously returned to the mysterious space above the gray fog where he used spirit dowsing to perform a divination.
After receiving a revelation that there wasn't any danger, he breathed a sigh of relief and left the gray fog. He then sat in the reclining chair in his inn room.
With the injection of his spirituality, the badge emitted a blurry luster and quickly condensed into an inconspicuous light beam, shooting out into the air.
Before long, the same light beam returned and dispersed, transforming into a palm-sized piece of illusory goatskin parchment On it was written the words in ancient Feysac: ”6 June 1350, 9 p.m. at the Tussock River's estuary.”
That's another four more months... With this much time, it wouldn't be a problem for me to find the Nimblewright Master's main ingredient all over again. The only obstacle is a lack of money, but that's not too difficult I now have a wealth of 6,945 pounds. I should have more than enough after selling another one or two Beyonder characteristics. Besides, there are so many moving bounties at sea, no... I can't be so conceited. I have to eliminate the Four Kings and the Seven Admirals... What kind of clue is this? Klein leaned forward, arched his back, and began thinking hard.
As he thought about the gathering of the Hermits of Fate, he suddenly thought of someone: Leonard Mitchell!
My dear poet had participated in the Hermits of Fate gathering in Babur Valley. Regardless of his goal, whether it's for official work or private matters, there's a possibility of him obtaining a mystical item that can steal the Beyonder powers of others... I can borrow it from him or buy it through him? This is the real clue? Klein felt energized as he quickly came up with a rough plan.
First step. Place the radio transceiver above the gray fog to accumulate its aura;
Second step, use the radio transceiver to contact Arrodes a few days later;
Third step, ask it where I can, with relative ease, obtain mystical items that can steal the Beyonder powers of others;
If the answer is very clear, the fourth step will follow what the information says, easily completing my goal. If the answer is vague or fraught with danger, the fourth step can be to ask my dear poet's present location.
The fifth step is to get Emlyn White to take this badge to find my dear poet to see if he has any corresponding items and if it's possible to do a transaction. I won't appear in person, for I might end up being recognized. That will similarly make it very troublesome. As for Emlyn, he's presently considered someone from the Church of Earth Mother, no—considered a ghost of the Church of Earth Mother. To get him to initiate first-contact, even if he were reported by my dear poet or ends up captured on the spot, he wouldn't be framed or put up for torture.
With the plan on what to do and how to proceed, Klein immediately felt refreshed. In his good mood, he decided to head out to eat a Bayam delicacy—roasted fish.
Above the blue sea, the Golden Dream, which was sparkling thanks to the setting sun's golden rays, was silently cruising forward.
Receiving his captain's permission, Danitz apprehensively walked into her room with his head up as people stared at him with envy.
Bookshelves filled the room and on top of them were different books.
Vice Admiral Iceberg Edwina stood in front of a desk as she held a black fountain pen in her hand. She quickly wrote the following: ”... I do not have similar items. Same for Jodeson. He says he will help you look out for it, but that will require you to be sufficiently lucky.”
Edwina raised her head and turned her clear, aqueous blue eyes to look at Danitz.
”You, hold the ritual, the ritual to summon Gehrman Sparrow's messenger.”
At that moment, Danitz was wondering if he would receive any special treatment from his captain, but when he heard that, he pointed at himself in astonishment ”Me?”
”Yes.” Edwina folded the letter, straightened her body, and nodded. ”This can help you familiarize yourself with similar rituals. In the future, I'll be testing you on this.”
”Alright...” Danitz hid his disappointment as he tried his best to recall the procedure as he slowly set up the ritual that only needed one candle.
Finally, under Edwina's watch, he took out a shiny Loen gold coin and placed it on the altar.
After taking the letter, Danitz ran through the subsequent ritual in his mind twice before he dared to do it.
He took a step back and said in ancient Hermes, ”I!
”I summon in my name:
”The spirit that wanders about the unfounded, the friendly creature that can be subordinated, the messenger that belongs to Gehrman Sparrow.”
Whoosh!
The wind howled in the wall of spirituality, sending Danitz's yellow hair flailing upwards.
The flame rapidly burgeoned to the size of a human's head. It was as pale as the letter in Danitz's hand.