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Chapter 241 Divination
Chapter 241 Divination
At the ship's side, Erlan leaned on the gunwale with both hands, gazing intently at the brightly lit harbor before him.
After the first mate's reminder, he realized that his memory seemed to be malfunctioning.
...Perhaps it's not just me, but the entire island of Bansi.
Only those who remained on the ship after dark were unaffected by the unknown and mysterious forces at work.
His years of experience navigating the mysterious world told him that something big was about to happen in Bansi Port, or something big had already happened.
The closest port to here is Damir Island, where we last stopped, and the next closest port is Tiana Island, which is already part of the Roside Islands.
But no matter which island it was, the voyage would take several days, and the ship's wireless telegraph couldn't travel that far to transmit information unless they returned to Bansi Island and used the telegraph office there.
However, I vaguely remember that the attempt to send a telegram in the evening failed.
Composing himself, he turned to his first mate behind him and asked in a deep voice:
"Tell me again in detail what happened after we disembarked."
Seeing the seriousness on Airlan's face, the first mate realized the gravity of the situation and quickly recalled what he had said:
"We disembarked together at the telegraph office, but that person, uh, who was it again..."
The first mate's brow furrowed just like Airland's, the furrow deepening until he finally shook his head in resignation.
"I suddenly can't remember his name."
"However, I remember that the portrait you drew from memory kept spontaneously combusting. In the end, you gave up the idea of reporting the anomaly by telegram and planned to wait until you arrived in Bayam before reporting the anomaly to the authorities."
As he listened to the first mate's description, the wrinkles on Airland's brow deepened considerably.
...Will we still be affected on the ship, just not as severely as on the island?
He hesitated whether to leave Bansi Port ahead of time and head to Tiana Port as soon as possible, where there was a new telegraph office and the Storm Church's chapel, where he could report the anomalies.
...But some passengers have not yet returned to the ship, and no one can guarantee that the sudden departure of the White Agate will not attract the attention of the mysterious forces on Bansi Island, thus causing unforeseen changes.
After much deliberation, Erlan chose to maintain the status quo and preserve the facade of normalcy.
"I am the captain of the White Agate. Ensuring the safety of the passengers and the smooth sailing of this voyage is my top priority."
After muttering a few words to himself, he turned and went back to his captain's cabin.
From beginning to end, neither he nor the first mate noticed that there was a third person on the deck besides the two of them.
Wearing a greyish-white robe, Hermes sat in an armchair fixed on the deck near the cabin, sipping a cup of Zonia blood wine that he had somehow gotten his hands on.
Inside Bansi Harbor, Sirian, who had changed hotels, was slumped in an armchair, lost in thought.
"I have a feeling that Adam's actions just now were a bit deliberate. He deliberately made some members of the Twilight Hermits Society curious about Bansi Port, thereby drawing the attention of some of them here."
"For example... Hermes."
"But what is his purpose?"
"They have other plans elsewhere, so they need someone here to draw attention?"
"Or is it simply a way to get the Twilight Hermits involved out of curiosity or for other reasons, so they can offer me some assistance?"
"Or perhaps there are other reasons I can't think of right now?"
"Forget it, let's not think about this for now. It seems urgent, but it's not actually that urgent."
"Even if Bansi Island is completely destroyed, the pollution of the 'City of Calamity' won't disappear; there will be other opportunities in the future."
"Moreover, even if things get really complicated here, we can still turn to Hermes. He'll definitely step in to find out the mission Adam mentioned and to uncover the secrets of Bansie Island."
"I should take advantage of the fact that Bansi Port hasn't been destroyed yet and try to digest the potion."
"Now, it seems I can go find that unfortunate 'voyeur' who was being chased by the one who was being punished, who was corrupted by spying on me, and eventually lost control."
"He should have been killed by the Punishers, but I can psychic. The Punishers would never psychic a person who is out of control, which means his spirit is still relatively intact."
Without hesitation, Sirion immediately sat up from the armchair and took out a glass crystal ball from his pocket.
As he clasped his hands together, the originally ordinary, transparent glass sphere suddenly lit up with dazzling starlight.
Immediately afterwards, a faint, ambiguous starlight was reflected in his eyes.
Given that the unfortunate "secret seeker" had been corrupted by him, he easily divined the other party's location.
Yes, this should be the location of the body.
After putting the glass crystal ball into his pocket, he stood up from the armchair, walked a few steps to the window, and reached out to press it.
A deep blue light rippled outwards, condensing into an illusory door on the glass surface.
Outside the Bansi Port Telegraph Office, on a street not far from the Deep Blue Church.
Cyril stepped on the fallen branches and leaves, making a creaking sound that sounded rather jarring in the quiet night.
About ten seconds later, he stopped in front of a puddle of water that was not completely dry.
"This is the location the divination indicated. Hopefully, the remaining spirit hasn't been purified yet."
He muttered something under his breath, then activated his spiritual vision and carefully observed his surroundings.
Soon, he discovered a phantom, transparent, and incomplete spirit in the projection of the puddle on the ground.
His figure was so blurred that his facial features were no longer visible, and his entire lower body had disappeared, as if it had been bitten off by some kind of wild beast.
The astrologer's spiritual intuition told him that this was the person he had encountered before, whose "eye of mystery" had just been passively activated.
That unfortunate "secret spy".
Frowning, Sirion stretched out his right hand, his spiritual energy spreading as he tried to touch the spirit body reflected in the water stains.
But he quickly withdrew his hand and frowned.
"This is not a real spirit, but just a reflection of a 'painting'."
"If it had been purified, there wouldn't be such a small residue left. If it wasn't purified, then that's interesting..."
After muttering a few words to himself, Sirion took a blank sheet of drawing paper from his pocket and covered it over the wet puddle on the ground.
A few moments later, he took the drawing paper back, and there was now a faintly colored painting on the side that had been upside down.
He transferred the remaining spiritual energy from the ground into his own drawing paper.
"His spirit and his body, which died after losing control, were likely stolen by followers of the 'weather god' hidden here."
"The flesh and soul of the extraordinary are the best sacrificial materials, so it is not surprising that fanatical believers who worship blood sacrifices would do such things."
"After all, for them, nothing is more exciting than receiving divine favor."
With one hand holding the rubbing of the drawing paper, Sirion took out the crystal ball made of glass with the other.
As starlight shone through the crystal ball, several blurry images surfaced in Sirion's mind:
Several people wearing black cloaks were gathered around a pool of blood and gore, holding bottles and jars.
Next came an altar made of deep red bricks and stones, where a group of people wearing black cloaks formed a circle around the altar, singing and dancing.
Then the camera zoomed out, and he saw windmills, streets, and a port that was gradually being swallowed by blood.
Coming to his senses, Sirion carefully recalled the map of Bansi Harbor he had seen and quickly found the location of the windmill and street in his memory.
It's the street next to the police station. He passed by that windmill when he left the police station after being bailed out by Erlan.
"How dare they be so bold? Could that altar be built underground at the police station?"
He muttered something under his breath, put away the crystal ball, rolled the drawing paper in his hand into a stick, and then headed towards the police station.
As he passed the telegraph office, he heard sounds inside, like someone slowly and carefully gnawing on something.
As he stopped, the bandit's voice disappeared, replaced by a vague, intuitive warning.
It seemed that a terrible danger was lurking on the other side of the somewhat old wooden door, and that it had already noticed him.
After hesitating for a moment, Sirion decided to retreat temporarily.
He originally thought that the staff here had been deeply corrupted by the "Weather God" for unknown reasons during the subsequent incident, and eventually turned into terrible monsters.
But now it seems that there was obviously a problem here all along, and it just so happened that Klein and his group encountered it at that time.
Excluding the influence of the "Weather God," the problem here is likely related to the "City of Calamity."
"It's also possible that the 'Weather God' who has been hiding here all along can, to some extent, be equated with the 'City of Calamity.'"
As Sirion left, Kou's voice rang out again from the telegraph machine behind the old wooden door.
The sound didn't travel far before it was diluted by the howling wind.
On the street next to the police station, near the windmill that kept making a creaking sound, Cyril wandered around for a while, then randomly found a house with lights shining through, reached out and pressed his hand against the closed window frame, and then silently slipped inside.
"Who are you!"