Lord of the Mysteries

“There is danger in the inn.”

Klein softly chanted the divination statement, entered Cogitation, and then flipped a gold coin.

Clang!

A faint but crisp sound echoed in the quiet room. The gold coin tumbled and fell, landing in Klein’s palm.

It was tails, indicating a negative response.

No danger… With a frown, Klein looked around and pulled out a bottle of insect-repelling essential oil from his coat on the coat rack.

He sprinkled a circle around him, then he quickly took four steps counterclockwise, entering the gray fog to make a divination for confirmation.

In about ten seconds, he received a revelation—there was still no danger.

Returning to the real world, Klein shook his head; put the gold coin and bottle back; wore his coat, trousers, and boots before sitting at the edge of his bed, leaning back against the pillow as he placed great caution on this turn of events.

He still remembered his Seer principles, especially the one about “divination is not all-powerful,” so even if the answers he received indicated it was safe, he didn’t dare to relax and return to his slumber.

This isn’t to say that he didn’t believe in the gray fog’s ability to shield him from interference, but rather that there were too many possibilities. His divination statement might not be accurate enough to cover them all, resulting in his misinterpretation.

He already had a guess about what had just happened. It was that the four adventurers in the restaurant had indeed found the abandoned and forgotten ancient temple in the primitive forest on Symeem Island. They had obtained wealth or cultural relics, but they had also stirred the barely-surviving evil spirits, causing them to be plagued by evil thoughts and curses.

Time ticked by, and Klein suddenly felt a subtle spirituality fluctuation spread out from the room and quickly blend into the surrounding darkness.

The hidden flow that he had barely sensed vanished, and the tranquility of the night returned.

As expected… It’s a result of Beyonder powers… It was solved just like that? I’ll just wait a little longer. It would be dawn in an hour or two anyway… Even if there really is a problem, this place has a cathedral and a Mandated Punishers team… Klein half closed his eyes and began to engage in Cogitation.

…

Bayam, Amyris Leaf Bar.

Danitz, determined to hoodwink any monitoring, carried a cup of Lanti Proof and drunkenly watched as the girls on the boxing ring danced a hot, sexy dance.

“Dogshit!” It’s been so long since they’ve lost a single piece of clothing! ” he shouted with the other drunks.

Then, ignoring whether they received any response, they laughed out loud, clinked glasses, and drank.

“Have you read the newspapers?” a man who was fooling around in the bar late at night burped and said to his companions.

of Storms, I’m only interested in this kind of twisting and turning! Hahaha!” His

man who had spoken earlier smacked the back of

“Steel is dead!

was killed by

a moment, then he sat

cleared his throat and took a sip of the liquor, acting as if nothing had happened, but he secretly inched closer

into the trade had once said that life at sea would’ve been meaningless without liquor, women, and

me tell you, when I was young, I once defeated a steel pipe!” another

like woah,

as he continued, “Steel Maveti is dead! The second mate of Admiral of Blood

one of the fellows who was already wavering to slip to the bottom

you to praise Lord

mention that it was jointly done by the Navy and the Church. Steel is dead, Blood Brambles is dead. Even Calm Squall is dead. John Smith and that bunch of assholes have been caught as well!” A drunk who was still a little lucid came over

man who raised the topic first shook his head with a smile. “I have a friend working at the news agency. He told me that he has verifiable intel that cannot be published. The Navy and the Church were only used. The true murderer is Blazing Danitz

it’s a sneak attack, there’s no way he can

started the conversation emphasized. “I’ve no idea how Danitz got to know that guy.

“That’s right!”

“Really?”

“Blazing sure isn’t simple!”

fierce pirate, no—a great

pirates? I really couldn’t tell the last time I drank

with you? I don’t even know you!Amidst the exclamations, Danitz

at night to wipe the deck in envy. Hahaha, I can now be said to be the strongest boatswain

back to the ship and drink and brag with fellows like Iron Skin and Barrel, telling them all about the thrilling events in Bansy Harbor—how he had defeated the fallen bishop, how he had cleverly escaped from the ambush of Steel and the others, how he had set up a trap to finish off all his enemies, and how he would never be able to play the

to be the servant of Gehrman Sparrow, that madman… Sigh, I’m already

…

bells rang, the orange sun rose in the sky. The surroundings were still so quiet that

encountering anything abnormal, Klein exhaled in relief and took off his clothes, returned to bed, and made up for his lack of sleep by sleeping for

the scheduled time of 8:30 a.m. He washed up slowly, changed his clothes, and went to the first floor to buy a loaf of bread with cooked chestnuts and a glass of Gurney Sap.

bought his return tickets for the 9 o’clock liner, Klein kept watch of the time

saw the lady with the greenish-gray eyes, as well

were buying tickets

for the 9 o’clock trip… I wonder what they obtained from the abandoned temple, but last night they attracted an existence similar to an evil spirit. Please don’t let anything unexpected happen when they ride on the liner… Klein used his body to block the adventurers’ line of sight, took out a gold coin,

revelation was that the later liner wouldn’t

waiting for the ten o’clock liner near the ticket office, rubbed his fingers together in silence, and lit the ticket in

to the ticket office as if nothing had happened

at the docks, went above the gray