After sending the telegram and tidying up the table, " White Shark " Hamilton completely relaxed and had the mood and ability to think about the details of the matter.
The first question that popped into his mind was:
Where are the guards outside?
He braced himself with his hands, stood up abruptly, and walked heavily to the door. He opened it and saw several of his men standing there crookedly, telling jokes about women.
Hamilton was initially furious, but quickly calmed down and gave the open door a light thud as his facial muscles twitched slightly.
Thump!
The guards were startled and instinctively turned to look at the door.
"Boss..."
"Boss..."
Upon seeing who had made the sound, they hurriedly stood at attention and stammered out their words.
" White Shark " silently took a breath and said:
Did you see anyone enter my room just now?
"Yes, Laldro said there's a situation downstairs." The guards were utterly bewildered by this. "Boss, you let him in...?"
As soon as they finished speaking, they suddenly thought of another explanation and asked one after another:
"Boss, something has been stolen from inside?"
Hamilton's expression darkened, and he shook his head.
Don't get distracted!
Clang! He pulled back and closed the door, leaving several guards there looking at each other, suspecting their leader was drunk.
Inside the room, the tall, stout Hamilton paced back and forth, frowning.
" Laldro, Laldro, they saw Laldro... that guy, that guy, can transform into other people?" As a collaborator who helped pirates sell stolen goods and gather intelligence, " White Shark " Hamilton was no stranger to various rumors at sea, and the first person that came to mind was the former pirate general Qilangos, who was said to be able to transform into anyone.
However, he quickly connected the dots to something else:
"It may not be this kind of magical ability. If it really is similar to the description in the rumors, Illusion, Psychological Suggestion, and mental Manipulation can all achieve similar things."
"Hiss, something feels off. That guy just now looked refined on the outside but was insane on the inside and incredibly strong. Why would he pretend to be my subordinate and call me 'boss' just to infiltrate? Given his personality, he should have knocked out or killed everyone he met along the way, walked to the door as if he were taking a stroll, and then knocked very politely!"
"If the goal was to avoid making a big fuss, leaving too much information, and exposing secrets related to his Sequence, then he could have used a more covert method, such as climbing through a window..."
"It's contradictory... There's only one explanation for this contradiction: he's faking it!"
"Is it a facade of personality, or a facade of strength? Or perhaps both?"
Thinking of this, Hamilton suddenly stopped in his tracks, piecing together all the details:
"That guy's a newbie! His madness is a facade! His power is just a facade, a facade built on some magical artifact!"
Yes, that must be it!
"Only in this way can the contradictions be explained. He didn't climb the outer wall and entered through the window because his own Sequence was low and he wasn't good at that kind of thing, and the magical item's focus wasn't on that area... He was willing to lower his head and call me boss in order to enter the room smoothly because he relied purely on the magical item, didn't have much confidence in himself, and wasn't arrogant or crazy enough... He acted like a Lunatic to cooperate with the magical item to create fear, pressure, and to ask for information."
"This also perfectly explains why he left like that. He approached me because he obtained a powerful magical item, which inflated his ambition. He wanted to make a fortune by capturing and hunting pirates. But when he learned that I was working for ' Silver Coin Viper ' Orville and ' Admiral of Blood's' intelligence officer, Old Quinn, and that I might be involved with the ' Mystery Queen,' he became afraid and timid. He gave me a few perfunctory words and chose to leave, not daring to kill anyone!"
" White Shark " Hamilton became increasingly convinced that he had found the truth. He quickly reworked the radio, pulled out his codebook, and sent out a new intelligence report, briefly describing his conjecture.
He believed he wasn't being targeted by a hunter; the previous events stemmed purely from the inflated ambition of a young man who had experienced a fortuitous encounter. He also provided specific characteristics of his target:
"Blonde hair and Blue Eyes, not crazy, even a bit timid."
"Possessing a rather magical item, perhaps capable of changing one's appearance and physique, or perhaps capable of Illusion Creation, combined with a sense of terror, the latter being more likely, in short, one has no way of knowing what one truly looks like."
"He's a novice with little experience, but he's good at using objects to create the illusion of a powerful aura!"
"He seems to know me quite well; he doesn't seem like a complete outsider visiting Damir Port for the first time."
Tap, tap, tap, Hamilton stopped typing, leaned back with satisfaction, and the chair creaked.
A slight smile crept onto his lips, as if he could already foresee the fate of that bastard from before:
"A guy with a low Sequence but possessing powerful magical items won't have a good end at sea; he'll be swarmed by Greed sharks!"
"Then, I won't need to worry about my problems being exposed!"
The harbor was quite quiet under the night sky. After leaving " Flying Fish and Wine," Klein walked around to a distance, starting fast and then slowing down, gradually entering a stroll.
After confirming that no one was following him, he changed his face back to Gehrman Sparrow as he passed through a dark area and tucked his shirt into his trousers.
After smoothing his sideburns, Klein pulled out his gold-rimmed glasses and perched them on his nose, exuding a refined yet somewhat aloof air.
He began to rely on the stars to determine his direction and return to the location where the White Agate was docked.
As he walked, he chuckled softly, and, with the cold wind blowing in his face, thought leisurely:
"Hopefully, ' White Shark ' isn't so stupid as to see through the flaws I left behind..."
He portrayed tonight's "visitor" as an inexperienced, Error novice adventurer who was quite knowledgeable about Damir Port and the " White Shark," possessed a coveted magical item, and was bewildered by its powerful force, appearing somewhat insane.
Klein's the Original idea was that pirates roamed the oceans, and even the navy had difficulty finding them. If he could obtain relatively accurate information from " White Shark," he could of course go directly to their location. If not, he could use his identity and appearance as bait to lure some discerning pirates to a predetermined location and complete the initial hunt.
Once it was discovered that " White Shark " could contact " Admiral of Blood " intelligence officer Old Quinn, Klein's plan was perfected: to obtain the coded message and spectrum band, monitor the situation, track the target's movements, interfere with Divination, and then, at the most opportune moment, use a combination of powerful magical items and weak adventurers as bait to catch a few big fish.
"The problem now is that I don't have a listening device... They're basically impossible to buy at sea... So, as 'The World,' I can ask ' Justice ' or ' The Magician ' to help me purchase a set in Backlund and 'deliver' it through a sacrifice... That's the advantage of the Tarot Club!" Klein sighed with emotion as he thought of this.
With the White Agate in sight, he quickened his pace slightly and noticed that Donna's family and Krivis and others were returning from another street.
Krivis greeted him with a nod, and upon their formal meeting, spoke in a low voice:
"I heard there's trouble at ' Flying Fish and Wine '?"
"You're very well-informed, aren't you? You seem quite familiar with Damir Port..." Klein smiled slightly and replied calmly.
"It was just teaching two swindlers a lesson."
Krivis frowned slightly, suddenly realizing that he had made a Error in his judgment of Gehrman Sparrow.
Based on his previous observations and interactions, he thought that although the young adventurer was a bit sharp, reserved, and cold, he was still a person who could smile, was polite, and knew when to advance and retreat. But now, he was a little unsure, feeling that there might be a mad flame hidden deep inside the other party.
At this moment, Donna's father interjected and asked:
"Mr. Krivis, and who is this?"
"A colleague, Gehrman Sparrow," Krivis introduced very simply.
Klein smiled politely and extended his right palm:
"It's an honor to meet you. If you need to hire someone in the future but can't find Krivis and his team, you can consider me."
"No problem, I hope you're as strong and professional as them!" Donna's father shook hands with Klein warmly and introduced himself, " Urdi Blanche."
Just as Klein released his grip and stepped back, a sudden Spirit Intuition struck him. He sensed a slight anomaly in the gift box carried by the Blanche family servants.
He quietly activated his Spirit Vision and discovered that the gift box contained strips of cured meat, but the surface of the cured meat was very red, very white, and very black, as if it came from the Spirit World.
It has the aura of the Spirit World, but it's basically harmless... This cured meat is quite peculiar... Klein was inwardly surprised.
Noticing his gaze, Donna's father chuckled and said:
"This is a specialty of Damir Port. In the center of this island, there is an extinct volcano, and several caves around it have crevices where natural hot winds blow. Curing meat there results in a wonderful and unique flavor, and it can be given as a gift to friends."
"Mr. Sparrow, if you'd like to buy some, there's still time."
A unique flavor? A taste from the Spirit World? Klein roughly understood what was going on.
According to occult theories, the Spirit World completely overlaps with reality yet remains independent. Only extraordinary power can break through this barrier. However, this is not absolute; there are places in the world where the Spirit World is too strong and subtly influences reality.
In such areas, the deceased are prone to becoming Water Ghost, zombies, or other supernatural beings, and there is a significant possibility of paranormal events occurring within residences.
There should be something similar inside the caves of Damir Port, but it wasn't serious and didn't cause any problems; it just gave the cured meat a unique flavor... Eating too much of this at once is fine... Klein replied with a smile.
I'm not interested in cured meat.
Only at this moment did he realize that the cured meat the bartender had given him was a regular variety, not a special one.
Just then, the little boy Denton pointed to the Moon in the sky and said:
"So red!"
"Yes!" Donna nodded in agreement.
"So red?" Klein looked up and thought the red moon tonight was no different from any other night.
Because children's spirits are purer, after eating this cured meat and being exposed to the aura of the Spirit World, they might possess temporary, certain Spirit Vision abilities? Could the children on this island also have similar experiences? Heh, perhaps this is the source of the folk legends of Damir Port... Klein examined it for a moment and found the answer.
The group strolled back to the ship's side, climbed the gangway, and went up to the deck.
Klein bid them farewell and headed towards his second-class seat.
Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he activated his Spirit Vision once more.
He saw the enormous skeletal messenger appear before him and drop a letter.
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