Still Working Even in Dreams

Bayam, the "City of Generosity," and the "Azure Wind" Inn.

Danitz, who was dozing off with his head propped up on his hand, suddenly woke up with a start, looking constipated, and quickly turned his head to look around at everything.

Seeing that it was still the familiar Luxury Suite, he couldn't help but pat his chest lightly, mutter "Dogshit" under his breath, and then exhale forcefully.

Just then, footsteps sounded, and the door opened from the outside.

Danitz turned around and saw it was Gehrman, gave a dry laugh and asked:

"What's wrong?"

Klein hesitated for two seconds, then asked a question instead of answering:

What were you doing just now?

"Uh, I didn't do anything, I've been..." Before he could finish speaking, Danitz noticed Gehrman's gaze turning cold and awkwardly said:

"Eavesdropping was so boring, I... I took a nap."

After saying that, he quickly added:

"But don't worry, I didn't neglect my duties."

Klein nodded slightly. "Anything else?"

"Anything else?" Danitz raised his hand and rubbed his nose, saying somewhat reluctantly:

Does having a dream count?

"I dreamt that I was cleaning the toilet for that pile of Dogshit, Jodson, and then he complained that I wasn't doing my job properly and threatened to shove my head down the toilet."

As soon as he finished speaking, Klein's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

Happiness is indeed something that comes from comparison.

Danitz glanced at the Crazy Adventurer suspiciously. Had this almost expressionless guy just smiled, or was he mistaken?

Whew... Klein secretly breathed a sigh of relief and calmly said:

I had a similar dream too.

"On Jodson's ship, wash the bloodstains off his deck."

Danitz paused for a moment, then quickly asked:

"Aren't you good at fortune telling?"

"I heard that piece of Dogshit say that dreams are a kind of important revelation."

"If divination were useful, would I still be asking you?" Klein thought to himself, but said in a flat voice, "Insufficient clues, divination impossible."

After speaking, he paused briefly and then said:

"In the next couple of days, I'll lend you a Sealed Artifact that can disguise your appearance, so you can go to several places and gather information about Jodson."

I suspect something might have happened to him.

A disguise? This Lunatic intends to lend me "Creeping Hunger"? Isn't he worried I'll run away, uh, I almost forgot he can tell fortunes... Several thoughts raced through Danitz's mind almost simultaneously, but they did nothing to stop him from obediently nodding his head:

"OK."

Klein nodded slightly, said nothing more, and turned to leave. However, just as he was about to turn the handle, he reminded him without turning back:

"Listen carefully."

Dilinus Island, the Flower of the Plateau.

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Even in the early hours of the Dawn, the place was still brightly lit, with the sounds of folk songs played by a band, applause and cheers from the audience, and the crisp sound of billiard balls hitting the table.

Lorry re-entered the brothel and went up to the second floor.

"A Southville Beer," he ordered as he returned to his seat and beckoned to a nearby Attendant.

Shortly after, the security guard in the Pseudonym we had seen before arrived with a tray, placed the Southville Beer on the table, and sat down opposite him.

Why are you back again?

"Are you here to drink, or to find a girl to warm your heart and soul?"

His tone wasn't enthusiastic, but rather tinged with helplessness, conveying a sense of disdain that "our little place isn't worthy of Great Pirate like you."

Lorry took a sip of Beer, smiled, and shook his head:

"None of those."

After speaking, he turned his head slightly to meet the security guard's eyes. "I'd like to discuss a small business deal. Could you help me make an introduction?"

How could Great Pirate Bounty is about to break ten thousand possibly be talking about small business? The security personnel automatically ignored the word "small" and asked in a deep voice:

How big of a deal?

"If it's under one thousand pounds, our manager can make the decision."

Upon hearing this, Lorry shook his head.

A look of seriousness crossed the security guard's eyes. He quickly glanced around and whispered, "If that's the case, I'm afraid the boss will have to speak with you personally."

He thought for a moment and added:

"I can pass on the message, but you also need to give me some details: what are the specific goods being traded, and what is the approximate price range?"

"Price? I don't get to decide that." Lorry chuckled, leaning forward and whispering a few words to the security guard.

He then sat up straight and slowly picked up his Beer, taking a sip.

Opposite him, the security guard remained in the same position, listening intently, eyes wide and mouth agape, like a stone statue.

A moment later, the security guard, who was of considerable rank, snapped out of his daze, his eyes still filled with disbelief and shock, a wry smile playing on his lips.

"What you just said, was it true? You weren't just playing a trick on me?"

Lorry smiled without saying a word.

Seeing this, the security personnel took a deep breath, stood up abruptly, and strode up the stairs towards a luxurious Banquet Hall on the fourth floor.

"Stop!"

Before he even got close, several High-Pressure Steam Rifle were already aimed at his vitals.

This was a type of firearm that even Beyonder wouldn't dare underestimate. The security personnel, sensing the danger, refrained from advancing and said in a low voice:

I have an urgent matter to discuss with the boss.

The armed guards looked at each other, and one of them advised:

"You're a long-time resident here, you should know which distinguished guests the boss is entertaining tonight. Is there anything urgent that can't wait until they leave?"

The security guard smiled bitterly, "Could you please help me pass on this message?"

The guard who had just spoken frowned upon hearing this and said irritably:

Since you won't listen to my advice, I have nothing more to say.

"Just wait."

After saying this, he handed the gun to his colleague, knocked gently on the door, went inside, and came out again five minutes later, giving a slight nod to the security personnel.

"The boss wants you to come in."

Then, he lowered his voice and reminded him:

"You'd better really have something urgent to do; the boss doesn't look too good."

"Thanks, I'll treat the brothers to drinks another day." The security guard also lowered his voice, thanked the other party, and then pushed open the door to enter the room.

He met the gloomy-faced boss in the small hall outside.

The owner of the largest brothel on Dilinus Island, who was half- Loen, remained silent, giving his security captain a cold glance.

However, it was this gaze that made the security personnel tremble involuntarily, and they dared not look directly at the imposing figure in front of them.

After a half-minute silence, he heard a voice:

"You should know how distinguished our guests are tonight."

"Speak, what is it?"

With the pressure gone, the security personnel breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize they were covered in cold sweat. They quickly took a deep breath and recounted what had just happened:

"Hey, Jodson, with his Flower Bow Tie, wants to make a deal with you," he said.

The deal included: the heads of "Bloodblade" Savi, "Giant" Goliath, "Iron Hand" Sagu...

"And the three ships of the ' Twilight Pirate Group, ' the 'Blackthorn.'"