Part 3 The Traveler Chapter 76 Finding the Anomaly
Without answering right or wrong, Klein stopped walking toward the bedroom and said flatly:
”That’s the question.”
”Yes, yes, yes, the question! Questions that have no basis in pure slander! And, I responded in the negative.” Danez responded gleefully and emphatically that he had never admitted it.
Klein nodded gently:
”I will clarify that with your Captain.”
Clarification …… Danez froze, then his mouth half-opened with a twisted expression.
He was a man who had seen enough to stop arguing and retorting, and forced a smile:
”Is there anything I can do for you?”
Klein took a quiet breath and used his “Joker” ability to control his facial expression:
”Listen in properly.”
”Yes, okay!” Danez was too busy to agree.
Seeing Germaine Sparrow turn and walk to the bedroom door, he couldn’t help but ask again offhandedly:
”You’re not going to seek clarification from the captain again, are you?”
Klein twisted the knob and replied without much expression:
”Keep a good ear to the ground.”
With that, he pushed his way inside, closing the door to the room with his backhand before the corners of his mouth widened in a grin.
……
The next day, after breakfast, Klein changed into wide-legged pants, a thick coffee-colored jacket, put on a ducktail hat, and changed his appearance to go out the door, leaving Danez alone in his room to guard the radio receiver.
On the way, Klein changed his appearance again, looking more and more like a native.
He found a specialized store, bought gloves made of linen, a shroud and a body collection bag, and then, based on the characteristics of the surroundings he had seen while browsing through the prayer screen, made his way to the bridge hole and found the girl who had died in the corner in the mud.
Since it was still winter, the weather wasn’t too hot, and the body hadn’t yet shown any obvious signs of decomposition, but the festering skin and the stench still made Klein instinctively a little nauseous.
– The reason he hadn’t come to bury the girl who wished to live like a human being right away last night was because, due to recent events, nighttime control in Byam was unusually strict, and the cemetery didn’t open until dawn.
Pulling out a metal vial, Krynn poured some of the Oil of Krag into his hand and wiped it across his nose.
A choking sensation invaded his mind, and the minty taste of disinfectant filled his olfactory senses, sobering him up as if he’d just fallen into an ocean of floating ice and was no longer affected by the other scent.
Stuffing the metal vial back in, Klein put on his gloves and took a few steps forward, crouching down next to the female corpse.
He unrolled the shroud first, reeling the other in a little, then with gentle movements, he put the body into the body collection bag.
Carrying the bag on his back, he deliberately passed through several of the busiest streets in Byam, until he came to the outskirts of the city, and ascended halfway up the seaside peak along the narrow road that was impassable for carriages.
Here was the cemetery that the Storm Church and the Governor’s Office had dedicated to the local natives.
And the cemeteries for the Ruins, Intis, Feniports, and other outsiders who had traded, adventured, and settled here were on the other side of Byam, backed by woods and flat and soothing.
With a single step, Klein ascended into the cemetery, which didn’t even have a name, and found the dozing graveyard keeper.
”How do you want to bury him?” The graveyard keeper pointed to the collection bag, “If you want it free, you have to wait a few days, wait for the bodies in the morgue to accumulate to a certain number, then burn them all together and bury them in the same grave pit, of course, there will be a priest who will appease the soul of the deceased in advance, 5 Soules, and he’ll have his own urn and a compartment for 2 pounds, an urn plus a graveyard plus a stone monument, if you don’t want to cremate him, and need a casket, you can pick it out there. Different prices for different woods.”
Klein thought for a moment, took the 5 Sool bill out and handed it over.
”What’s the name?” The tomb keeper asked in a nice manner as he counted the bills and picked up the dip pen.
He didn’t actually know how to write words, he just had to draw some symbols to aid in memorization.
Klein paused for a second and said:
”Boody.”
”Boody ……,” the Gravekeeper repeated in a low voice and drew a symbol.
Without looking up, he continued:
”She can have an epitaph on the grid.”
Boody was a typical female name for a native Rothschild Isles race, so the Gravekeeper had not mistaken the gender again.
Klein was silent for a few seconds and spoke in a low voice:
”She was a person.”
”She was a person? What a strange epitaph ……,” the gravekeeper muttered in a low voice, “Got a picture? I know you don’t.”
Before he could say anything else, he saw the other man handing over a “picture”.
It was a portrait that Klein had made with the help of a ritual, perfectly reproducing the girl’s appearance before she fell ill, and in order not to be suspected, he had used the corresponding paper and certain techniques to make the portrait look like a real photo.
The graveyard keeper was slightly taken aback, but said nothing more, and quickly took the information, and together with Klein carried the body collection bag inside the hut where the priest lived.
When the requiem, burning, loading of ashes, posting of photographs, and engraving of epitaphs were all finished, Klein gave a deep look and turned to leave the cemetery.
As he descended the mountain road, he saw the whole of Byam:
The sea is light blue and nearly green, endless, the harbor sails cascading, chimneys towering, streets crisscrossed, people come and go, surrounded by manor houses dense, many plants, the distant highway is wide, the railroad tracks straight …… It is like a beautiful painting from the hand of a master, full of vigorous vitality, with an inexpressible vitality.
……
At the top of the bell tower attached to the Church of the Waves, Yann Courtman, Cardinal of the Church of the Storm and Senior Deacon of the Vicarious Punishers, is standing on the edge, looking out over the breathtaking sea and the mountains that spread out in the distance along the coast.
–Pollution levels in Bayam were fairly low, as mining and smelting industries were located in other cities on the island, and the spice trade, brothels and casinos were the backbone of the city, a gathering and transit of goods, with no established industry, and heating coal was used sparingly due to the temperatures.
”Yarn Courtman had just withdrawn his gaze when he saw a “vicarious punisher” running up the winding staircase.
”Lord Courtman, there is new information.” The Punisher hit his left chest with his right fist and said.
”What?” The stocky Yarn Courtman turned around and asked.
The Punisher handed over the note in his hand:
”Word from within the Resistance is that they have gotten a response from Kavituva and are molding a new statue.”
”A new statue?” Yarn Courtman unfolded the note and quickly skimmed through it.
He whirled around and looked sideways at the clumped forested interior of Blue Mountain Island and mused:
”Look for something unusual in the waters of the archipelago.”
He had determined one thing from within this intelligence, and that was that the mysterious person who had taken away Kavituva’s leftover traits had not left the waters of the Rothschild Archipelago, which could be accurately judged from the fact that the other party was able to disguise Kavituva to respond to the believers.
At the same time, Yarn Kautman knew very well that the extraordinary characteristics left behind by the completely insane Kavituva before his death, regardless of whether or not he had formed a real item, were bound to have serious negative effects that would inevitably lead to anomalies in the surrounding area.
And he believed that it would not be easy for that mysterious person to find the correct way to seal it.
Even if he found it, answering the prayer would be uncontrollable and reveal the problem.
That was the clue!
”Yes, Lord Courtman, the storm is with you!” The “Substitute Punisher” saluted again.
……
Entering the city of Bayam, Klein took advantage of the fact that no one was watching to disable the ability of the “Faceless Man”, and took a carriage back to the “Azure Breeze” inn.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Danitz sitting in front of the radio receiver with a strange and grave expression.
”Any luck?” Klein asked in a low voice.
”No, there isn’t.” Danitz raised his right palm and shook the newspaper in his hand, “My bounty, my bounty, has been raised to 5,500 pounds ……”
That’s right up there with Steel McVittie!
This caused him not to dare to go out and drink, can only honestly stay in the room to listen to the signal.
This appreciation speed is really exciting ah …… Klein momentarily do not know what expression to respond, can only say without expression:
”This is just the beginning.
”Mr. Ten Thousand Pounds.”
…… shit! Daniz cursed angrily in his heart, but his face didn’t dare to show the slightest disrespect.
Those things were done by Germaine Sparrow, how come my bounty went up? Those sons of bitches in the Storm Church Kingdom’s military! He forced a smile and swung his head, his face muscles twisting a bit.
Klein stifled his laughter and ignored him, returning to his bedroom and preparing to catch up on his sleep.
At that moment, he saw a letter appear out of nowhere and float down from mid-air, falling right in front of him.
Klein raised his right hand and grabbed the letter.
The messenger didn’t even show his face this time, dropping it and leaving? Klein tsked and casually opened the letter to read it:
”…… There are two ways to obtain a messenger, one is to think of a precise description, hold a ceremony, summon the corresponding spirit world creature, and sign a necromantic contract with it, and the second is to directly enter the spirit world, look for the messenger you wish to obtain, and after obtaining its consent, sign a contract with it, and record the precise description language that would be easy to use in the future.
”The first method is simpler, yet quite dangerous, for what matches the description may be a powerful spirit world creature or a bizarre evil spirit, and with each summoning you cannot be entirely sure what will be attracted, and this is a risk that is difficult for divination to circumvent in advance.
”The danger of the second method is that it is not easy for you to find the right messenger and there is the risk of getting lost in the spirit world.
”Unless you are a traveler, I would not recommend the second method, the first I can provide some tested ‘descriptions’ which are quite low in danger as long as the process is accurate, but may not be to your satisfaction, also, the deed will require the use of the powers of the necromantic realm, which you can provide with my brass whistle.
”The format includes the following paragraphs ……
”Of course, if you don’t mind, I can regift a messenger to you to make a contract with you ……”
Subgrant it to me? No wonder that messenger didn’t even dare to show his face just now …… Klein thought with seeming clarity.
Considering the matter of taking the last messenger as an escort, which unfortunately ended up being taken out by Mr. A, causing the subsequent messengers to become increasingly rude to him, he first politely declined the goodwill of transferring the gift in his mind.
”Use the first or the second method? The first one is easy to get out of the situation, and may be beaten up on the spot by the summoned reserve messenger …… The commonly used description is not special enough, and the messenger’s ability is worrying …… The second one? I’m not afraid of getting lost, I can return directly above the gray mist, and in my spirit state I’m able to use the ‘Scepter of Poseidon’, and spirit creatures are not afraid of being drained of their blood, hmmm, it has to be done outside the archipelago or I’ll be troubled by the sound of prayers.” Klein quickly made up his mind.