"I always feel like someone on this ship is hostile to me."
Carrying the suitcase and walking down the gangway, Klein frowned and whispered to Angel beside him.
The latter turned back to look at "Red Haired Woman" and saw only Sailor who was busy unloading cargo on the deck, Sailor Chief William who was directing them, and Helene who was a little tired and yawning constantly.
"Could it be Helene?" She looked away and tried to analyze, "Maybe she thought it was an offense for you to sneak into Black Death in her appearance and try to sneak attack Tracy."
"It's not her." Klein shook his head, thinking as he continued to move forward.
After a moment, he turned back and quickly scanned the deck.
"Who is the new Sailor Chief?"
Having found his target, he asked.
"'Lucky William'? He is Beyonder recommended by Dominic, the 'machine' of Monster Pathway. He has been a pirate before and is familiar with the affairs on the ship, so I asked Helene to recruit him."
Angel explained.
"Pirates? Your ship even recruits pirates?" Klein was a little stunned and couldn't help but look back, "Is he the "Lucky" William on the wanted order who has a reward of 2,800 pounds? Except Helene, he was the only one who was secretly looking at me. Everyone else..."
"It's just the same name. The valuable William has already died on 'City Breaker'. What's more coincidental is that before that, the third "Lucky" William was mistakenly identified as him and was captured to receive the reward."
Lucky Nick, Lucky William, Sailor, pirates and Adventurer who roam the sea all have more or less superstitions in this regard.
Although the name Angel is most commonly seen in wanted posters and Death List.
"Furthermore, he retired from Golden Dream of 'Iceberg Admiral'. Apart from occasionally talking to himself, he doesn't have many bad habits, so I approved his joining."
After hearing Angel's explanation, Klein nodded clearly, no longer paying attention to William's former pirate identity, but still curious about the faint hostility revealed by Sailor Chief.
He finally looked at the burly, bronze-skinned ""Lucky" William" and found that the other person's blue eyes were looking in this direction, but the tricorn hat on his head was pressed down, blocking his sight, and it seemed that he was not looking at him at all.
Fear of me, but also vague hostility. The former is because of my name "Mad Adventurer", but hostility?
Klein dug through the memories in his mind, and finally found this face that he had only met once during his trip to "Golden Dream" and confirmed that the other person had indeed served under Edwina.
It's not like I got close to "Iceberg Admiral". According to "Fire Flame" Danitz, half of his ship belongs to Edwina. Well, what kind of dog is that... Klein's mouth twitched, thinking of a possibility, but he didn't dare to say it, especially to the woman next to him.
"Let's go, let's find a place to stay in Nast Port first."
Finally, he suggested.
Continue eastward from Oravi Island, and after entering "Beluga Whale Sea", you break away from the colony of the Loen Kingdom and arrive at the colonial island of the Feysac Empire, Gargas Archipelago.
This place is different from most colonies that are famous for growing spices, specialty fruits and minerals. The products are mainly stones that are difficult to transport out of the local area. Therefore, after colonizing Gargas, Feysac people quickly found a new way to make money-whaling.
After whales in nearby waters are hunted and killed by whaling ships, they are directly bled and preliminarily processed on the ship, and then sent to the whaling house in the colonial capital Nass, where they are dismembered into various parts with different functions, which are either digested on site or sold as goods to various places.
Therefore, as soon as they got off "Red Haired Woman", the two of them saw a patchwork of white houses on the pier. Most of them were built with large stones. Their appearance was rough and unadorned, which was consistent with Angel's stereotype of Feysac people.
"No wonder this place is called 'White City'. It seems that there is no wrong nickname."
Klein commented.
"But Bayam is not 'generous', on the contrary, he is very stingy..."
Angel had just put forward her different opinions when she was interrupted by continuous gunshots. She looked towards the location where the sound came from and found that two groups of suspected pirates had clashed in the street. They quickly changed from insulting each other to pulling out knives and guns on the spot, trying to physically Persuasion each other's atrocities.
The local residents seemed not to be surprised. Those who were close to the scene hurried away to avoid stray bullets, while those who were further away did not even show interest in stopping and watching. They were busy with what they were doing, either transporting stones in sturdy carriages, or sending preliminarily processed whales to whaling houses everywhere, turning them into skin, meat, fat and precious "Gray Amber".
These products have their own uses. Whale skin can be made into clothes and sturdy leather shoes. Whale meat is the main local food source. Fat can be refined into Whale Oil and transported back to Feysac or exported to Loen.
The last "Gray Amber" is the top spice. Whether it is incense or perfume made with it, it is a luxury product spread among nobles in various countries, and can be exchanged for ten times the weight of gold coins.
Just relying on whale fishing, this city with no production has become the fulcrum for the Feysac Empire to gain a foothold in the Sonia Sea.
"So, White City, does it still mean 'white whale'?"
Listening to the banging sound of fighting and smelling the faint smell of boiled whale fat, Angel sighed.
"There is also the whiteness of the sails. Whaling ships all have white sails, while the surrounding sea area is filled with black sails from pirates. This place is also called 'Pirate Paradise'. Even if there are fights in the streets, no police dare to intervene."
It was also the first time to "go abroad". Klein, whose eyes kept wandering around various things, commented sharply. He took Angel's arm and pulled her away who wanted to stop and watch. He left the noisy port and entered the urban area of Nass.
Compared to Bayam, where the Loen colonists and the natives of the Rhoside Islands are mixed, the population ratio here is much more uniform. Almost all the streets are filled with tall Fusak. With Angel's height ranking among the top among Loen women, there are not many adult women shorter than her here, let alone the male Fusak, who is almost all over 1.9 meters tall.
This made the two of them, especially Klein, very eye-catching on the street.
Fortunately, as a trading city and a colony far away from the mainland, it does not exclude guests from other countries. The two quickly found a hotel, booked a suite, and had their own temporary residence.
After all, they came to Nass just for transit. The purpose of Angel and Klein is to board the "Admiral of Stars" and "Future" of Cattleya tomorrow evening and head to the mysterious sea further east.
Yesterday, on April 11th, on Tarot Club, Angel apologized to Ms. "Hermit" and asked for an extra passenger on the trip worth 3,000 pounds. Fortunately, the other party did not refuse and agreed after asking for an extra 500 pounds.
This allows Angel to fulfill Klein's birthday request: go to the east of the Sonia Sea with him to complete the journey.
"No, not satisfied."
After putting away the luggage, Klein showed a teasing expression on his face again, recovering from the disguised "Mad Adventurer" image.
Judging from his freely retractable performance, Potion of "Faceless" should have almost digested it... Angel thought with a smile on his face.
"So, less crazy Mr. Adventurer, should we go to lunch first, or..."
This sentence seemed to bring Klein back to the day when the two of them had just left North Continent and embarked on the Five Seas journey. Although they knew that the other party was probably teasing, they still couldn't help but ask in anticipation:
"Or first?"
"Grilled whale meat, fried whale Fish Fillet, whale bone soup, raw whale slices..."
Looking at the entire row of "special dishes" on the menu, Klein's expression didn't know whether he was expecting or disappointed.
Of course, the disappointment is not because of the food here, but because of the feeling of being "played" by Angel just now.
Angel, who was sitting opposite him, was looking at the menu with great interest and asking the waiter next to him for details from time to time.
Occasionally teasing Klein, which made him feel like Affliction, has become the main way for her to complete her "acting" this month. According to the current speed, in another month at most, she will be able to completely digest the "Affliction" Potion in her body and be ready for promotion.
This is due to the Affliction she imposed on wanted criminals and evil Adventurer in Bayam, but the most important point is the Potion code she understood after learning her "true identity":
Only the Affliction that is settled in one's own heart can make people recognize themselves and maintain themselves.
Of course, she had some suspicions that the Affliction she caused to him on Klein's birthday also made her Potion digest a lot. This was different from deliberate alienation, but a real and heartfelt behavior.
As a result, it was him at Pleasure, and it was him at Affliction... Thinking a little guiltily, Angel secretly moved his eyes to Klein opposite, and found that he was checking the menu without looking up, so he felt relieved.
Seeing that she didn't look well, the waiter approached her mysteriously and whispered:
"We also have some special dishes here that ordinary guests can't enjoy."
Eighty percent of it is a sales promotion method. They say it is limited, but they will sell it to every customer... I thought this in my head, but Angel still asked:
"What dish?"
"Braised Fish Offal!"
Huh?
I thought I would hear some strange recipe for a strange part, but I didn't expect it to be such an ordinary dish. Klein, who listened carefully to the conversation between the two, had a deep disappointment on his face.
As a resident of a big foodie country in his previous life, what hasn't he seen?
But he found that Angel seemed to have bright eyes and was very interested in this special dish, so he ordered it anyway.
After adding a few whale dishes and two cups of Sonia Blood Wine, which the waiter highly recommended, Angel and Klein waited quietly for their dishes to be served and enjoyed their first meal in a "foreign country".
Fish Fillet is fried a little too old, but highlights the aroma of fat; I am still not used to eating sashimi, but the braised fish offal does taste good. After the stew, the offal is tender and refreshing, and has a good chewy texture. The seasoning is just right, covering up the fishy smell and making people appetizing. It is indeed a dish specially recommended by the waiter...
Squinting his eyes as he recalled the deliciousness of the food, Angel finished the blood wine in the glass and belched rather inelegantly. He quickly covered his mouth and looked at Klein in front of him, but was defeated by the other party's implicit smile and looked away.
After drinking and eating, the two left the restaurant and walked to Gray Amber Street east of Nast City.
Although the lunch just now cost a full 2 pounds 6 soli - two-thirds of the price was the two glasses of blood wine - the satisfaction of the special food made the two misers who usually felt distressed for a long time when they took out a pound temporarily forget about the power of money. They talked about the legend of the city with great interest and enjoyed the scenery along the way.
It wasn't until they entered the depths of Gray Amber Street and entered a grocery store called "Fanatic Whale Dance" that the two of them stopped smiling and faced the boss who was drinking sullenly behind the counter.
After using the information provided by Ms. "Hermit" to match the password with the old man Feysac, they followed the tall man with a back like a white bear to the warehouse behind the store. They watched him take out a heavy crystal ball, place it on a dusty cloth pad, rub it, and mutter something.
The room gradually dimmed, the light seemed to be absorbed by the crystal ball.
If the boss hadn't smelled of alcohol and burped from time to time, the dim warehouse would have been the scene of a cult summoning Devil.
Amid the smell of alcohol, the crystal ball that absorbed all the light gradually lit up, and a female figure wearing a black classical robe emerged from it.
After the grocery store owner staggered out of the warehouse and closed the door, the woman looked at the two people here with searching eyes, and after a moment she asked:
"Angelica Zaki, Gehrman Sparrow?"