"Danitz, I heard... you made a fortune."
At those words, Danitz's body abruptly tensed, and the smile on his face froze.
"Huh... what fortune? What nonsense are you talking about?"
Danitz gave two dry chuckles, trying to hide his guilt. "You know how broke I am. That crazy woman Tracy humiliated me so badly this time that I don't even dare go back to the Golden Dream. I can barely afford my travel expenses now..."
He forced a strained smile, but his eyes involuntarily drifted downward.
"You made quite a lot with Sc... Brando on this trip, didn't you?" Klein ignored his performance and continued in that unnervingly flat tone.
"I knew by the next day."
"That... hiss..." Danitz sucked in a cold breath.
How did he know?! Did Brando tell him? Impossible! Brando was still out at sea!
Seeing Danitz's shifting expression, with "how did you know?" written all over his face, Klein couldn't help wanting to cover his forehead and sigh.
Honestly, speaking in such a threatening tone, one that laid his intentions bare and bordered on extortion, really didn't fit the persona of Gehrman Sparrow, the cold, crazed adventurer he had worked so hard to establish.
But when he thought of that dazzling mountain of gold he had seen during his earlier divination... he simply couldn't help himself!
Of all the times Scott could have come, he had to come when I wasn't around.
Coming was one thing, but he even went treasure hunting. And treasure hunting was one thing, but he actually found a whole pile of treasure...
"Ahem..."
Klein cleared his throat, forcing himself to stay in character. "I imagine you demanded quite a bit of compensation from Monkey Brando?"
He raised a hand and passed over the note Danitz had previously left on the