"Don't tell anyone what happened earlier!" Danitz spat through gritted teeth.
"Or I'll kill you even if it costs me my life."
Shit, if word of this gets out, I won't be able to show my face on the Golden Dream again. No, I won't be able to show my face anywhere at sea.
Beside him, Lorne knew he was in the wrong and said little.
"Got it."
"But don't forget what you promised me."
In exchange for keeping his secret and escorting him, Danitz had promised Lorne some money and help collecting the potion formulas he needed.
In fact, before Danitz had managed to do anything earlier, Lorne and Lucky had knocked him out together.
An injured Sequence 7 was no match for them.
"Shit..." Danitz rubbed his temples in pain. All he remembered was feeling unbearably hot after drinking the concoction. When he woke up, the back of his neck hurt like hell, and Lorne was looking at him as though he were some rare animal.
Realizing that Danitz's memory seemed incomplete, Lorne decided to leave a few gaps to give himself more leverage over him.
Neither of them brought up the subject again.
That night, with potential enemies to worry about, the two decided to leave Bayam for the time being.
Danitz planned to head to a small abandoned pier, where a boat was kept for emergencies.
"Damn it..." Danitz suddenly grabbed Lorne's arm and pointed at the little pier a few hundred meters away. "What are those lunatics doing here...?"
On the jetty nearby, several figures in black robes stood in a circle, holding something as they muttered under their breath. Moonlight shone on them, casting twisted shadows on the ground.
"Cultists?" Lorne frowned. He had heard about the many strange faiths found at sea, but