This...
Angel instantly understood. Klein was playing the part of the Mad Adventurer, but compared to an adventurer, his mannerisms and words made him seem more like a thug fighting over a woman...
Fighting over a woman...
She first chuckled to herself, then realized that she was no longer in Tingen City or Backlund. She was Above the Five Seas, and her identity was no longer Angel the Nighthawk or Irene the Demoness, but Angelica, companion to the Mad Adventurer.
In that case, her earlier attempt to secretly make the other party fall gravely ill did not seem to fit her current identity or code of conduct.
The one who had failed to understand the situation was herself, laughing at Klein for not playing his role well...
With that thought, Angel looked at the bartender behind the counter. He was staring at the Sweet Lemons, which could sell for a full 12 pounds. They had been knocked over on the bar, their sweet-and-sour cocktails spilling all over the floor.
"How much can you get from the navy for handing over an informant of Hell Admiral Ludwell?"
She pointed at the lifted-up Logan and asked calmly.
"...No, he isn't..."
"I am! You're about to die in—"
The bartender was interrupted by "Sea Eagle" Logan. The burly man, who was smaller than neither Klein in height nor weight, was being held up one-handed by Klein as he struggled to put on a fierce expression.
Before he could finish, Klein's left hand, wearing Creeping Hunger, drove an uppercut into Logan's double chin. The tremendous force sent him flying a short distance upward before he crashed heavily back onto a chair, smashing the flimsy wooden seat to pieces.
Even Angel was startled by the savage blow. She turned to look at Klein, who was