"Well, you're a bit of an idiot, but your persistence and courage are commendable."
"Old Man, next time, if you don't want to compliment me, don't force it."
"Hahahahaha!"
Meanwhile, at the Harvest Church.
The moment Danitz stepped into the church, he let out a long sigh of relief.
Emlyn, who was polishing a candlestick, curled his lip and snorted. "Oh, you still haven't left?"
"I'm waiting to hear from my captain. On her way back from Lenburg this time, she'll happen to pass through Backlund's port."
Danitz sat down in an empty seat and said glumly, "Backlund is far too unfriendly to me. All I did was go to a bar and have a few drinks. I didn't bother anyone, but someone had their eye on me the moment I stepped outside."
"If I hadn't still had the stone Gehrman gave me-the Portkey-I probably wouldn't have made it back."
"Oh, what a shame."
"You fucking..."
Just then, Emlyn suddenly leaned over. Glancing at Father Utravsky, who had his head lowered in prayer to the Holy Radiance, he lowered his voice. "Danitz, do you know the fastest way to make a large sum of money?"
"Oh?"
Danitz folded his arms and leaned back. "Now that's my specialty. I've earned enough to buy quite a few properties over the years. How much do you need?"
"Five thousand... no, eight thousand pounds!"
"???"
Danitz nearly fell off his seat. He dug at his ear and said incredulously, "Eight thousand pounds? Emlyn, do you have any idea how much money that is?"
"Of course. It's only enough for two or three premium dolls."
"..."
A gleam flashed in Danitz's eyes. "Those things of yours are worth that much?"
Emlyn immediately stared at him warily. "I'm warning you, if you dare get any