Watching Miss Courier disappear, Crane thought about which demigod he could contact in a short period of time, but found that there was no more, so he turned his attention back to the question of what to do next:

"The city-wide 'radio' just now will definitely make the 'Sea King' Ion Cottman try his best to search for the traces of the 'Sea God' and his followers while looking for Hermosius, and it is easy to be noticed when he goes out in the middle of the night, so he can only continue to stay here and wait for dawn.

"Tomorrow's boat will not be available, and if there is an attack on the way, it will probably affect a boatload of people, and it is not concealed enough.

"Hmm...... Summon sea creatures and depart on a whale boat to take a break and transfer to your next port with desert islands, reefs, and lanes along the way...... Since 'Orange Light' says that you have to be close to see that trait, even if you magnify the 'Mother Mother of Desire''s rituals or believers' induction, it won't be more than a city, maybe even a city block, which would explain why I encountered a trap when I arrived in Olawe.

"As long as you leave Byam, you should be free from the 'gaze'......"

As Klein's thoughts became clearer, the radio receiver suddenly heard another signal!

He hurriedly leaned in, wrote down quickly, and then translated the corresponding letters into words with the help of a codebook.

It didn't take long for the contents of the telegram signal to appear on paper, and the ink was dark and black:

"I see you. ”

I see you...... As Klein read this sentence, a chill suddenly rose in his heart.

............

Byam, in an ordinary house not far from the Governor's Palace.

In the spacious basement, candles burn silently, casting a dim glow all around.

"Silver-white viper" Odell had already taken off his hooded robe, looked at the middle-aged man opposite with a slight tremble, and said in an unsteady voice:

"Lord Seigno, I don't know why Hermosius' real hiding place is known. ”

Wearing an old tricorn hat, deep-set eyes, and a frighteningly pale face, more like an evil spirit than a human, Señor raised his hand to wipe the two black beards on his lower lip, and his light brown eyes swept coldly across Odell's face, causing the famous adventurer to bow his head.

After staring at each other silently for a few seconds, the "Blood General" wearing a pair of white trousers and a red coat said in a low voice:

Less than three minutes after that telegram, there was a message that spread throughout the city, and the content was part of the telegram.

"I suspect that another side is starting to take radio seriously, and has gotten our codebook from Old Quinn. ”

"Yes, yes, it must be so!" "Silver Viper" Odell hurriedly chimed in, hoping that the "Blood General" would not think that it was his incompetence that caused the great scientist Hermosius to be lost.

He knew very well how cruel this pirate general was to his subordinates who had done something wrong!

Señol glanced at Odell and sneered:

"But no matter what, you've failed.

"If it weren't for you, and your mistress, who gave me a lot of pleasure, I would have let you pull your bowels out!

"Go and make a telegram and tell the eavesdropper, who may or may not exist, that I saw him, and let him spend the night in fear and uneasiness, that's the only thing you can do at the moment. ”

When Odell heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief silently, looked at the "Blood General" and the bloody altar on the table behind him with fear, and replied respectfully:

"Yes, Lord Seigno!"

He had just thought he would be part of the sacrifice.

When Odell exited the basement, Sennior, the "Admiral of Blood," turned to look at the altar covered with human heads, entrails, limbs, and blood, and said with more respect than Odell had faced him:

"Lord Jakes, did the ceremony succeed?"

If you succeed, you wait for God to respond. A cold, emotionless voice came from the curtain that hung around the altar.

Then, as if to come to life, the curtain rolled upside down on the left and right, knotted itself smoothly, and landed in the center of the altar.

A slightly transparent figure appeared next to the altar at some point, his complexion was brown, the wrinkles on his face formed deep furrows, and his white hair was as thin as autumn leaves, and it seemed that he had lived for many, many years.

He humbly looked at the light of the candle, his brown eyes motionless.

"Admiral Blood" Señor didn't dare to speak again, and stood next to Master Jakes, waiting for the altar to change.

Suddenly, the candle's flame was dyed in a variety of colors, each of which seemed to correspond to a different desire of the watcher.

The human heads, internal organs, limbs, and blood on the altar are automatically windless, stacked layer after layer, and appear to be in a state of melting candles.

It didn't take long for them to form a small tree of flesh and blood, with a bumpy surface that resembled the shell of a walnut.

Plop! Plop! Plop!

Inside the Tree of Flesh, there seemed to be a heart beating, strong and powerful.

By the time Señor could barely stand the noise, the Tree of Flesh withered, rotted into mud, and spread out.

Where it used to be, there was a flesh-colored, wet, sticky ball.

Soon, the ball grew limbs, grew a head, and turned into a humanoid creature the size of a palm.

It has no eyes, no nose, no ears, and only a hole-like mouth.

In that mouth, the gray mist spat out and retracted again, many times in a row, without stopping.

The old man named Jax reverently and fervently recited the "Mother Tree of Desire" many times, reaching out and grabbing the strange little man.

Silently, the candlelight was all extinguished, but for the "ghosts" with night vision, this did not affect their ability to see.

"Admiral of Blood," Señor looked at Jakes, and heard the lord say in a low voice:

We have been preparing for this ritual for too long, and God's gift can help us sense our present presence on a larger scale.

"Then, we can find him accurately with the glasses made by the members of the School of Life!"

As he spoke, Jax pulled out a monocle from his inner pocket, which seemed to be indistinguishable from normal, but shimmered white in the dark.

"Master Jakes, what are we going to do next?" asked Señol respectfully.

Jakes, who had deep wrinkles, thought for a few seconds and said:

"After dawn, we went to find the target.

"If he has a strong helper, we'll monitor him to keep him out of range, and then wait patiently for Lord S'ea to arrive.

"If he doesn't have a protector and he's weak, then we'll do it. ”

When he heard the word Sea, the forehead of the "Blood General" Señor twitched visibly, as if the name alone could make people fearful.

He took a slow breath and said:

"Yes, Lord Jakes!"

After answering, Señol instinctively touched the necklace that hung down on his chest.

The chain appears to be made of sterling silver, and the pendant is an ancient-looking coin.

............

Frightened by the telegram, Crane didn't sleep much in the middle of the night, and when it was dawn, he sacrificed his suitcase, wallet, and most of the cash to the gray mist.

After sorting out the traces and going to the hotel reception to settle the bill, he rode the carriage to the edge of Baiam, and went out of the city up the hill, as if to go to the cemetery for the local natives.

Halfway through, he suddenly turned into the woods, intending to walk straight to the edge of the cliff, where a huge underwater creature was already waiting below!

Birds and insects crawled in the woods, and small beasts scurried by, and Crane walked very fast on the humus ground.

Along the way, he could see mushrooms growing after the rain, rags and other garbage left behind by the picnics of some Baiam citizens, everything was so peaceful, accompanied by the fresh air of the morning.

A leaf fell, and Klein flashed with ease.

At this moment, the speed of the leaf suddenly increased, and even turned a strange turn, sticking to his mouth and nose.

It was like an adult's palm, covering Klein's nose and mouth so firmly that he couldn't breathe at all.

Whoosh!

The branches of the trees fell off everywhere, and arrows shot at Crane.

And those fragments, papers and other things left over from the picnic also have their own vitality, connected together, turned into an impenetrable strange net, and "pounced" at once!

PS: It's a bit of a cardin, the number of words is less, first change and then change.