Worth 3,000 pounds?
Hearing Klein's words, Angel tried hard to recall the densely packed pirate names and bounty amounts on the noticeboard she had just seen. To her embarrassment, all that remained in her mind were the figures exceeding ten thousand pounds; she had no memory at all of this "Flame" Danitz.
That did not stop her from swiftly summoning invisible threads and spreading them through the alley. With a single thought, those threads could immediately bind the 3,000 Gold Pounds before her, ensuring he could not escape even with wings.
Of course, Angel still felt a trace of hesitation over whether to attack "Flame" Danitz. From what the Fourth Mate of the Golden Dream had said, they differed from ordinary pirates who murdered and plundered; they were a group of... pirates with principles and a code?
...Weren't they still pirates?
She turned her head toward Klein and waited for his reaction.
An aura of predatory hunger radiated from him. Angel knew it came from Creeping Hunger on his hand. Whenever murderous intent arose in its wearer's heart, this item, once sealed by Mr. Azik, would attempt to break free of its seal and devour the prey before it.
Danitz, who had been targeted by it, wore a grave expression. Though he did not know that this strange "hunger" came from a Mystical Item, that did not prevent him from realizing his life was in imminent danger.
He was a Beyonder too, but I don't know which Pathway or which Sequence... He can't be above Sequence 7, or his reaction wouldn't be this strong... Angel secretly guessed.
"What are you doing in Damir Harbor?"
After a moment, Klein spoke. The aura emanating from Creeping Hunger grew increasingly intense.
"I-I'm on annual leave..."
The pirate who had just been talking about