After confirming that the ship had set sail again, Klein didn't stay any longer, and prepared to go back to his room to change his soaked clothes.

Anderson glanced at him, moved closer, and opened his mouth curiously.

"Shut up!" Klein spoke first.

This incident made him lose the murloc sleeve nail, so he became more and more displeased with someone who was plagued by bad luck, and he was short of food that was defined as "squirming hunger".

"...Okay." Anderson raised his hands, "I'll drink quietly."

Klein ignored him, entered the cabin, and returned to his room.

In the bathroom, he took out a "Water-making Charm", chanted ancient Hermes words, made a bathtub of clear water, then took off all his clothes, and lay down in it.

The cold feeling and the warm sunshine made him relax a lot. He picked up the pen and paper he brought from the desk just now, and wrote a divination statement: "The location of the murloc's sleeve nail."

After meditating seven times, Klein lay down completely, pillowed on the front of the bathtub, and fell into a dream.

In the gray, intermittent, illusory world, he saw the deck, and saw a living corpse whose body had been decomposed in several places. The azure murloc sleeve nail was embedded in the flesh and blood of the living corpse's left waist.

Outside the deck, it was pitch black, making it impossible to see exactly where the ship was.

Sure enough, it was dropped on the "Black Tulip"... Klein opened his eyes and made a judgment.

"I hope 'Admiral Hell' won't find out, so that I can use this sleeve nail to lock the position of 'Black Tulip'...

"It doesn't matter if you find out, as long as Ludwell didn't throw away the sleeve nails, and the incident didn't take too long, I can locate it, but the place of divination has to be changed from reality to above the gray fog...

"Also, I have to do a divination later to prevent 'Admiral Hell' from locating and even cursing me with the help of sleeve nails."

"His ring is really suspected to be an item left by the ancient god of death, yes, write to Mr. Ards." Klein quickly washed his body and walked out of the bathtub.

After wiping it clean and changing into the previous Loen gentleman outfit, Klein first adjusted the equipment, starched the clothes, then spread out the letter paper and took out the Azik copper whistle.

Standing by the desk, looking at the things above, Klein's outstretched right hand suddenly became slow.

His eyes flickered a few times, then he put away the Azik copper whistle, put it in a small iron box, and used the "spiritual wall" to cut off the breath.

He prepared to leave this sea area, left the "Future", and then summoned the messenger.

"This time the loss is not small. Fortunately, I finally digested the 'Faceless Man' potion, so I can concentrate on waiting for the mermaid to appear...

"Hmm... the actual situation of this God War Ruins is different from what I expected, it actually has the aura of 'Mother Earth'...

"This must not be left behind, otherwise it is impossible for a god to be unable to control his breath.

"None of the eight ancient gods of the Second Era held authority over the land domain...

"Among their subordinate gods, there are suspicious ones, such as the queen of giants, the 'Goddess of Harvest' Omebella, and the 'Goddess of Life' attached to Lilith, the ancestor of vampires...

"Is this a God's War with the participation of the Gods, or is it really not a matter of the Second Epoch?" Klein suffered from too little knowledge of this God's War relic, so he could only rely on guesswork and supplemented by speculation.

He withdrew his thoughts, cut out the paper man again, and filled it with changes and hidden symbols belonging to "The Fool".

Snapped!

Klein lifted the paper man and shook it.

Flames sprang out of thin air, burning the paper figurine to ashes. JrNovels.com