"Are you Gehrman Sparrow?"
The brown-haired man across from Klein raised a wooden mug, using the drinking motion to hide the lower half of his face as his sharp gaze turned toward him.
"Us Kent?"
Still dressed as an Adventurer and having ordered no alcohol, Klein sat at a window-side table in the Fragrant Tree Leaf Bar. He looked coldly at the other man and answered with a question.
"Heh, Aierlan said you were difficult to deal with. Looks like she was being conservative," Us Kent said with a soft laugh, setting down his mug. "Of course, I wouldn't reject someone capable, even if their personality isn't quite... sociable."
"I heard about some of the things you did after arriving in Bayam, but I still have to remind you: try not to provoke pirates on the wanted list. I mean, don't confront them head-on, because they're all desperate criminals. Give the intelligence to me and let us handle it. You'll get most of the bounty, and you'll avoid exposing your identity."
Didn't he know I already had several pirates' lives on my hands...? Aierlan didn't tell him?
Klein pondered this and nodded expressionlessly.
Over the past few days since returning to Bayam, Angel, after learning of his identity as "The World," had entered a cold war with him. She still returned to the Azure Wind every day, but slept in the spare bedroom and vanished throughout the day. Even when they met, they exchanged only brief greetings. If he had not divined that Angel had been busy with Helene and Dominic, forming the Red Haired Woman sailor crew, he would have thought something even more unbearable had happened...
I wonder how long Darkwill's medicine lasts... No, Klein, focus on serious matters. Look for opportunities to act, save money as quickly