Yamaha

"Okay," Lorry said after thinking for a moment, gesturing for Danitz to lead the way.

When you arrive in a new place, if you want to quickly understand the local situation or get information, a bar is undoubtedly the most cost-effective option.

A large group of people means a lot of gossip. A drunkard might casually utter a boastful remark that would require a long time to investigate through other means.

In addition, intelligence brokers are also a good option, as they are more efficient.

Of course, this is all predicated on finding a reliable person.

Lost in thought, he saw Danitz discreetly survey the surroundings, finally choosing a relatively quiet direction, and turning to him, saying, "Let's go this way."

After saying that, Danitz took the lead and walked towards the relatively narrow road.

"If you doubt someone, don't use them; if you use someone, don't doubt them." Lorry naturally didn't care about such a trivial matter. He shrugged indifferently and followed along at a leisurely pace.

As dusk approached, the last rays of the setting sun disappeared between the sea and the sky.

Night fell, casting darkness upon the earth before the Red Moon rose, shrouding the entire Norgar Island in a thick shadow.

The Gas Streetlamp on both sides of the road lit up one after another. In the dim light, Lorry's gaze swept over the two or three groups of pedestrians passing by, his eyes landing on their tightly tucked-in trouser legs.

Seemingly noticing this, Danitz lowered his voice and explained:

This is a custom on Norgar Island.

"It is said that before the Intis navy discovered this land and named it Norgar Island, there were many insects here that the locals called ' Yamaha' —in their language, ' Yamaha ' means ' Bloodsucking Devil' —that would often crawl out of the soil after dark and climb onto people's bodies to suck their blood."

"So they liked to wear long boots and tuck their trousers very tightly." But that's no longer necessary; there aren't many "Yamaha" left on Norgar Island these days. Do you know why?

Lorry glanced at Danitz without saying a word, knowing that the guy would continue on his own.

Sure enough, after not receiving the feedback he hoped for, Danitz pouted slightly in disappointment, crossed his arms, and said lazily:

"The arrival of the Intis changed everything."

"A cook accompanying the army accidentally discovered that these pesky little insects tasted surprisingly delicious when deep-fried."

"So in just six months, Norga's ' Yamaha ' was eaten to extinction, and naturally, they no longer had to think about tightening their trouser legs all the time."

"Only a few stubborn indigenous people still retain their old customs."

A chance discovery? Perhaps they were bitten and are taking their anger out on them? But the question is, why would anyone want to taste them? Lorry thought to himself. Danitz chuckled, a look of lingering satisfaction on his face.

"Back when I hadn't yet joined the ' Golden Dream ' and was just hanging around in the nearby waters, I once ate a plate of fried Yamaha."

"That taste... tsk tsk."

"If I have the chance this time, I'll definitely treat you to some."

Lorry frowned slightly upon hearing this:

"Didn't you say they were eaten to extinction long ago?"

After deciding to use the legend of the Ghost Ship on Norgar Island to digest the Potion, he carefully studied the history of the colony.

According to the information provided by "Vice Admiral Iceberg":

Intis first discovered Norgar Island forty-six years ago; he formally incorporated it into his colony and began stationing troops there forty-three years ago.

According to Danitz, he shouldn't have eaten this kind of insect.

"Uh..." Danitz's eyes flashed with confusion upon hearing this, and he said awkwardly:

"I don't know either. I heard these things from other Pirate when we were drinking back then. Maybe the so-called 'eating the extinct' is a bit of an exaggeration?" What a waste of time... If you had said that earlier, I wouldn't have listened to you for so long... Lorry sighed silently and began to focus on his journey.

About ten minutes later, the two arrived at a rather secluded Inn.

Lorry looked up at the sign outside and saw a crooked wine jar and an abstractly drawn bed that was almost unrecognizable.

"We're here! This is it!" Danitz said, turning his head with a hint of excitement, then strode into the lobby and called out towards the counter:

"Uncle, I'm here to patronize your business again!"

"Uncle... that's quite an affectionate way to address him..." Lorry glanced discreetly at Danitz, who was hurrying by, his gaze flickering slightly, before silently following him inside.

Behind the counter, an elderly man with gray hair and deep wrinkles, wearing a faded linen shirt, slowly raised his head and squinted at the newcomer.

His cloudy old eyes flickered with confusion, as if he were trying to figure out who this person was.

Suddenly, he stared at Danitz for seven or eight seconds:

"You, you're that kid from back then, that kid named Danitz?"

Danitz looked around and, seeing that there were no other guests in the lobby, laughed heartily:

"That's right, it's me! It's really kind of you, uncle, to remember my name so clearly after all these years." The old man's face suddenly darkened, and he snorted:

Stop talking nonsense!

"Back then, I kindly let you put your bill on credit, paying for the food and drinks every three days. But you ran off after lunch on the third day!"

As he spoke, he pulled an account book from a drawer below and slammed it on the counter, staring at Danitz with a look that said, "You're not leaving today unless you pay me back."

Lorry's lips twitched almost imperceptibly; he nearly burst out laughing.

Danitz froze for a few seconds, then said in astonishment:

What do you mean by "ran away"?

"I got into some trouble at the time, which forced me to leave Norgar Island."

"Besides, I've left my room rent here for at least five days as collateral. How could that possibly not cover the cost of the drinks and food?"

The old man curled his lip and said matter-of-factly, "Rent is rent. I didn't know you weren't living upstairs, so how can you treat it the same thing?"

"Stop dawdling like a woman, pay me back now, or I'll report you to the navy—a Great Pirate has checked into the Inn."

"Danitz looked speechless, took out a few silver coins from his pocket, and said, "Would two more three-day rooms be enough?"Lorry knew that this was the official currency of Intis, called Verl D'Or.

The silver coins Danitz took out were all denominations of 5, totaling 30, which was slightly more valuable than Loen's 1 Pound.

According to the Newspaper, one Pound was worth 24 Verl D'Or.

"That's more like it..." the old man muttered, his expression softening slightly, as he slowly scraped a few Verl D'Or into the money drawer with a small piece of wood.

Then, they took out two keys with labels on them.

One is 11, and the other is 12.

"It's the same place you used to live in, you should still remember the way, right?"

"You think I'm like you?" Danitz took the keys irritably, about to call Lorry upstairs, when he suddenly seemed to remember something and said:

"Oh, and sir, another plate of Yamaha coffee, please. I want to treat my friends to some."