"There was interference, but it wasn't strong? Was it Helene's own Anti-Divination measure? That made sense. If she had no way to deal with divination, Tracy would have caught her through various means long ago... As long as she hadn't fallen into the hands of a pirate at the level of a Pirate Admiral, with her Sequence 7 strength, escaping at least shouldn't be a problem..."
Seeing that the Red-Haired Lady's life was not in danger, Angel relaxed.
What made her curious was that Helene had somehow returned to Midway Island.
Surely she hadn't been shipwrecked again and boarded the wrong ship again... The possibility wasn't small. After all, the Sea God's attack on Bayam last week had caused tsunamis of varying severity throughout the Rorsted Archipelago... Could the negative effect of my Good Luck revolver have affected her?
Just as Angel was about to mock Helene, who was far away, she heard a knock at the door behind her.
"Who is it?"
she asked warily.
"It's me, Danitz."
Flame's slightly shrill voice came from outside.
Danitz? Was he here to see Klein?
Recognizing his voice, Angel relaxed and got up to open the door.
Standing outside was Flame in disguise, with black hair, blue eyes, and a flat cap. Now worth 6,000 pounds, he did not dare show his true face when going out. Otherwise, without strength to match his soaring bounty, he would become prey for the many Adventurers, information brokers, and pirate informants in the City of Generosity.
"What is it?"
Angel asked curiously, looking behind Danitz but finding no trace of Klein.
"Gehrman asked me to tell you that he went after Senior's First Mate to the Red Theater. He might not be back tonight."
How did he still dare mention the Red Theater... Angel nearly