The Black Death.
"Shit, what the hell is all this..."
In his cell, Danitz wolfed down the last piece of black bread, then tilted his head back and drained every drop of fresh water from the battered jug.
After a long while, he wiped the water from the corner of his mouth with the back of his bandaged hand and let out a long breath. Only then did he finally feel alive again.
Why do I have to suffer like this...
Brando, you bastard...
Over the past two days, as he hung upside down from the mast under the blazing sun, he had silently cursed Brando's crotch countless times... By the end, even he had run out of insults and grown irritated.
Vice Admiral of Ailment probably kidnapped me to force Brando to show himself... But Gehrman doesn't even know how to contact him.
The captain probably won't realize I've gone missing anytime soon, either...
Am I going to be locked up in this sunless hellhole forever? Danitz wondered uncertainly.
If I'd known, I should have spent all that money on advancing...
When they had joined forces at sea to take down Admiral of Blood Seniors, Brando had given him a generous share of the bounty. Add to that the money he had later earned smuggling arms with Brando, and if he hadn't spent it on houses and reckless investments, he might have gathered all the ingredients and advanced to Sequence 6 by now. Even Sequence 5 wouldn't have been out of the question...
If that had happened, he wouldn't have been captured so pathetically.
No, drinking a potion is very risky, too...
Danitz recalled how, despite working so hard to digest his potion, he had still nearly lost control when advancing to Sequence 7. With that, he found another