"And that hat of yours isn't worth five pounds in the first place!"
Klein turned his head and gave him an expressionless look.
"I can send you back..."
Anderson immediately interrupted him, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a five-pound note.
"I was joking. It's only five pounds. Here."
Klein accepted Anderson's money, then turned and walked toward the harbor inn.
Anderson hurried after him, making conversation as they walked.
"Do you really know that dangerous fellow from earlier?"
"Who is he? How strong is he?"
Klein paused briefly before saying, "The Red Angel's evil spirit."
"I don't know how strong he is now, but when he was alive, he was a King of Angel."
"The Red Angel? A King of Angel?" Anderson wore the same bewildered expression he often had while attending school in Lenburg. Seeing this, Klein added:
"He used to be a colleague of Ouroboros, the Angel of Fate you saw in that mural."
A former colleague? Surprise flashed across Anderson's face, followed by a wave of lingering fear.
A mural Ouroboros had casually left behind had been enough to wipe out his previous adventuring party and leave him plagued by bad luck to this day. Anyone who had been Ouroboros's colleague certainly couldn't be ordinary.
But as an optimistic Hunter, he quickly composed himself and asked curiously:
"You said he-no, it-is an evil spirit? But aren't evil spirits unable to leave the place where they were born?"
"And he looked perfectly normal... all right, not really normal, but he didn't seem bad enough to be an evil spirit. More like a Beyonder on the verge of losing control."
"I don't know." Klein shook his head slightly.
Anderson continued pressing him:
"What do you think he wanted to say to me? Could that giant snake he