Elsewhere, Danitz was in a rather good mood.
Just moments ago, he had finally managed to contact the Golden Dream through a secret contact point and received an affirmative reply from the captain.
The only unfortunate part was that the Church of Storms had blockaded the shipping routes, preventing the Golden Dream from returning anytime soon. He would probably have to wait a while longer before he could leave Bayam.
Seeing that it was still early, he relaxed and turned into a little tavern he often visited out of habit, intending to have a couple of drinks and ask around for any fresh information or gossip.
However, barely had he pushed open the tavern's creaking wooden door and settled into a corner before someone in the crowd fixed their gaze on him.
That man-it was "Flame" Danitz!
Sitting beside the bar, Alger looked at the fellow whose mannerisms and build were all too familiar despite his disguise, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
That pathetic disguise... he really hasn't changed at all.
He immediately recalled the somewhat familiar face on the wanted poster, along with the young man who had played cards with him and Danitz back then.
Just when I needed him, he practically fell into my lap.
Alger picked up his glass and quietly left the bar, circling behind Danitz like a ghost.
He leaned down and softly uttered a single word beside Danitz's ear, in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"Flame."
?
Danitz jolted in fright, nearly flinging away the glass in his hand.
He spun around, froze for a moment when he saw that it was Alger, then relaxed and grumbled irritably:
"Shit! It's you!"
He lowered his voice and asked, "How did you recognize me?"
Alger pointed at his