Klein said nothing more and ignored Danitz. He adjusted his top hat, picked up his suitcase, and walked towards the gangway, descending the steps one by one.
"Are you really letting me go?" " Blazing " Danitz stood on the deck, his face full of suspicion.
Although he had anticipated this outcome— Gehrman Sparrow had let him go back to Damir Port, which made him imagine today's scene—he still found it hard to believe, feeling that it all had come too easily and effortlessly.
No matter what, I'm worth 3,000 gold pounds—no, this is just a one-sided bounty from Loen! Isn't Gehrman Sparrow Lunatic and an adventurer? How could he let go of such a huge fortune right in front of him? I can't understand... Ha, normal people really can't understand Lunatic... Danitz gradually came to his senses, picked up his luggage, and carefully walked down the gangway, stepping onto the concrete ground of the port.
He straightened his back, raised his head, glanced at Gehrman Sparrow's retreating figure, and saw that the other man really didn't turn around, heading straight for Coastal Defense Street along the road.
Danitz dared not delay and immediately turned around and left via another road, sometimes turning and changing direction, sometimes using obstacles to look back, trying not to be followed.
Soon, he arrived at the row of houses near the dock warehouse.
Gehrman Sparrow certainly didn't use me as bait... After scrutinizing me repeatedly, Danitz completely relaxed.
At that moment, he felt he had finally been freed. The dignified Sailor of the pirate general no longer had to be bullied and treated like a servant!
I can already foresee that tomorrow will be wonderful, and a bunch of guys will be vying to flatter me and become my servants! Danitz knocked on the door in a cheerful mood, three long knocks followed by three short ones, very rhythmically.
Heh heh, Gehrman Sparrow asked me to tell him about the pirates' contact points in Bayam. I'll definitely only tell him about the guys we don't get along with. He'll never guess that our " Golden Dream's " contact point is right at the dock... Danitz picked his nose and took a deep breath of the refreshing sea breeze before the rain started to fall.
Bayam is the cornerstone of the Kingdom of Loen's colonial rule in the Central Sonia Sea. It is one of the largest cities in the region, home to a considerable number of powerful official Beyonder. Even the most arrogant pirates dare not openly show themselves here, and most of the time they have to rely on local gangs or people with deep connections to handle their loot and purchase necessities.
Of course, this doesn't mean they won't come to Bayam. The " Red Theater " here is the most famous brothel on this sea, attracting countless pirates. Even though one or two of their peers are caught there every now and then, it doesn't stop them from coming one after another.
Besides the spice trade, the brothel industry was another major Pillar of the Rorsted Archipelago. Apart from the " Red Theater," brothels of all sizes, open or hidden, were everywhere, fully satisfying the desires of the strong men on the high seas. As for the female pirates, they didn't have to worry about this issue. They could be satisfied whenever they wanted. After all, there were many mouths to feed but few meat to share, and on the high seas where the Lord of Storms widely worshipped, the number of women was always small.
Similarly, underground transactions involving extraordinary materials and occultism are quite frequent here, and there are many circles involved.
Those small ports are better. We're not afraid of being discovered at all. We can sit openly in bars and argue with the adventurers across from us, even get into a fight. As long as we don't cause any major trouble or kill anyone, the local officials Beyonder will pretend not to see it. Heh, with their strength, if they really wanted to interfere, they would often be taking a great risk... Danitz thought with a hint of mockery.
At that moment, he heard footsteps and saw the door creak open, revealing a familiar face.
"Old man, no drinking today?" Danitz greeted him with a smile.
Standing at the door was Old Lynn, one of the contacts for the Golden Dream " in the Rorsted Archipelago.
Old Lynn coughed twice and made way.
Danitz then stepped into the dimly lit room, and his nose suddenly twitched.
He smelled the aroma of " Lerunqi ".
No, Old Lynn prefers the locally produced " Bayam Rand "! The thought flashed through Danitz's mind, and he was startled.
Then he saw a man with his back to him stand up. He was tall, dark-skinned, muscular, and had hair curled like marbles.
"Iron Man" Maviti! Danitz's pupils contracted sharply.
This is the second mate of " Admiral of Blood " Senor, a notorious pirate with a bounty of 6,000 pounds!
A sea breeze blew by, causing the slender leaves to sway and tremble, ready to fall at any moment.
Klein walked along Coastal Defense Street at a moderate pace, while the passersby around him hurried along with their quick steps.
His Spirituality intuition told him that the downpour wouldn't stop for quite some time, giving him ample time to find a hotel to stay in.
Ugh!
The wind grew stronger, branches broke off and fell to the ground, and there were hardly any people left on the street.
Just as Klein was about to turn into another alley, he suddenly heard hurried but chaotic running sounds.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Danitz ran as fast as he could, and the scene before him began to sway.
He felt an intense pain in his wound, his life was slipping away rapidly, and his spirit had half left his body, approaching the legendary Underworld. As a result, he could only vaguely hear the sounds around him, and everything in his sight seemed unreal.
If it weren't for the " Cloak of Shadows," the ambush would have killed him. Even so, he was seriously injured and could collapse and die on the side of the street at any moment.
What kept him running toward Coastal Defense Street was his determination to spread the news that the contact point had been taken over by " Admiral of Blood's " men in order to remind the captain, and the glimmer of hope brought by that crazy but powerful figure.
If it were him, he could definitely escape from "Iron" Maviti's clutches without any trouble... Danitz's steps began to falter, and his body gradually grew cold.
Just when he felt he was about to give up, he saw Gehrman Sparrow. That refined face, which concealed extreme madness, now seemed so kind.
thump!
Danitz fell backward, his hands, which had been clutching his chest and abdomen, hanging limply at his sides, revealing a gruesome, exaggerated wound that exposed his internal organs.
"Tell the captain, Old Lynn has been found, 'Iron' Maviti, for, for that treasure!" Danitz said hastily as he saw Gehrman Sparrow crouching down beside him.
Klein recalled the bounty on "Iron" Maviti's head and asked in return:
" Admiral of Blood?"
"Yes, tell the captain, tell, tell the captain!" Danitz gasped.
After stating the key point, he revealed a sorrowful smile:
"Don't worry about me, I'm about to die."
"Tell the captain that all the money I saved has turned into real estate, from number 12 to 16 on Bayam Fragrant Tree Avenue. The documents are hidden in the walls of basement number 13. Help me sell them, help me sell them, and take the money to the Nosier Town, south of Intis, to my parents. Tell them I've really made a fortune..."
Danitz paused, then said with difficulty:
"Say I have become, an excellent, outstanding adventurer."
"And... just say hello, just say I'm sorry..."
His eyes suddenly welled up with tears, as if he were recalling that rebellious teenager.
"I'm sorry, Old Man, Mom, I couldn't get home..." Danitz's vision blurred, and he felt his life was about to end.
Just then, he saw Gehrman Sparrow reach out, press his hand against his wound, and then wipe it away.
Danitz's grief caught in his throat. He felt the numb pain in his chest and abdomen suddenly disappear, but his left hand felt as if it had been broken.
He stared blankly at Klein, Klein stared back at him silently for almost two seconds without saying a word.
Finally, he looked down in astonishment and found that his fatal wound had mysteriously healed, while his left arm was a bloody mess with exposed bone.
"I... I'm alright?" Danitz blinked, still somewhat immersed in the sorrow and despair of impending death.
"Why not get treatment first?" he asked, bewildered.
Klein glanced back at the deserted other side of Coastal Defense Street and said calmly:
"Wait until you finish speaking."
"It's polite."
"Politeness my ass! I was really just giving my last words!" Danitz strained his back and suddenly flipped himself up to stand.
He looked warily toward the dock and saw a thick plume of smoke rising up, a direct result of the battle he had just fought.
Because I set the house on fire, "Iron" Maviti was afraid that the official Beyonder would pay attention to this area, and was also misled by the shadow, so he couldn't chase after them... Danitz instantly understood how things had unfolded.
"Let's find a place to stay first." Klein opened his hand and caught a raindrop.
Danitz, unsure if the crisis was completely over, immediately nodded:
"Good."
It's clear that this Lunatic, Gehrman Sparrow, isn't afraid of "Iron" Maviti's, or even " Admiral of Blood "... At times like this, I particularly admire his madness... Damn it, I've exposed my wealth to him... Danitz had just exhaled when his body suddenly froze.
Klein carried his suitcase and cane, walking silently ahead, only one thought echoing in his mind:
Damn it, just because he's a pirate doesn't mean he's richer than me...
Queens Borough.
Audrey, who was about to leave Backlund, hid in her chemistry lab, using the Elder Tree fruit from Mr. Vampire, the blood of the Mirror Dragon, and other materials she had collected to concoct the " Psychiatrist " Potion.
This time, she didn't have Susie stand guard outside the door. Instead, she squatted inside and observed the process. Earl Hall had instructed everyone not to approach when the young lady was conducting the experiment, but to keep a close watch for any unusual changes.
Whew... Audrey let out a small sigh of relief and poured the successfully prepared Potion into the prepared glass bottle.
The slightly golden liquid rippled gently, like a deformed, enormous pupil, its gaze able to penetrate the pupil of everyone's heart.
" Susie, did you take notes? You're a mature one, no, you're a mature Beyonder now. You'll have to learn to concoct Potion yourself from now on. No, I'm not saying I won't help you, I'm just pointing out a possibility. Maybe sometimes, I won't be there for you, and you'll need a Potion." Audrey said happily to the golden retriever.
Susie was somewhat bewildered by the lecture and could only manage to utter a single word in response:
"Woof!"
Composing herself, Audrey tilted her head back and drank the " Psychiatrist " Potion.