Hearing the name of the Mad Adventurer who had become entangled with other Pirate Admirals and dared to shoot a pirate dead in the streets of Bayam, some of the bar's patrons excitedly looked toward the man in the trench coat and top hat, some shrank back in fear, and some even slipped secretly toward the side door, while others began whispering among themselves.
At the focus of everyone's attention, the man gave a soft snort, straightened up, and returned to his seat. He neither nodded nor denied it.
Most of the people had already matched him with the descriptions of "Gehrman Sparrow" in the newspapers and rumors.
Angel stared dumbfounded at the performance of this fake Gehrman, then glanced at Klein, wanting to see his reaction.
The latter was unexpectedly calm. He silently finished the glass of Glaint beer in his hand, then stood up under Angel's teasing gaze and walked toward that "Gehrman."
"You've all seen it yourselves. My fame and prestige can both serve as my guarantee." The man in the trench coat spoke to the other two couples at the table. "My team found traces of the Ghost Empire last week south of the Beluga Whale Sea, near Toscarter Island... You've heard of the Ghost Empire, right?"
The four nodded one after another to show that they had. Their clothes were neat and presentable, and their skin had not been battered by wind and frost. They were either merchants or "Adventurers" whose so-called adventures were actually sightseeing trips funded by comfortable family fortunes.
"They've been tracking that Ghost Ship, but I still lack a ship and some manpower, so I returned to Nass to look for partners. Well, I only need five hundred..."
Seeing the four grow increasingly interested, "Gehrman" spoke faster and faster, a meaningful