Ask the captain if you have any questions.
Danitz frowned as he watched Gehrman Sparrow leave the room, unsure of the other man's true intentions.
"What exactly is this guy chasing? Money, wealth? He had every opportunity to take the heads of 'Iron' Maviti ' and ' Blood Brambles ' Huntley and exchange them for a bounty of nearly ten thousand pounds, well, even with his cut, it would be seven or eight thousand pounds, but he didn't do that, and even generously shared my spoils. This is contradictory. When he heard I was ' Blazing,' his first thought was the 3,000-pound bounty... According to the captain, this doesn't make sense..."
Why would he deliberately forgo the bounty? Unless... unless he had a better, safer way to collect it, or reserved it for someone else? Hmm... he anticipated the appearance of the ' Mandated Punishers '... he has his own network of connections and intelligence channels! That explains everything!
"Plus the possibility of that Demigod who killed Qilangos... wow, there's a powerful, Concealment organization behind Gehrman Sparrow!"
Danitz was terrified by his own assumption and instinctively tried to express his feelings with body language, forgetting that his left arm was still fractured, and immediately grimaced in pain.
This made him even more apprehensive, and he didn't want the captain to meet such a dangerous and crazy guy.
He even suspected that Gehrman Sparrow's real purpose was the captain's £26,000 bounty!
In a one-on-one fight, that Lunatic might not be able to beat the captain, and we also have the first mate, second mate, third mate, and several Sailor. However, he has a terrifyingly powerful organization behind him! If he wants to harm the captain, he'll have to step over my dead body! Danitz straightened his chest, raised his neck, and was filled with a tragic sense of self-sacrifice.
He raised his hand to smooth his hair, gave a long "hmm," and muttered to himself:
"Let's observe further; perhaps Gehrman Sparrow really just wants to ask some questions."
He subconsciously looked around and found that the " Flying Carpet " and the " Cloak of Shadows " were both there, nothing was missing.
"So, Gehrman Sparrow left behind everything that belonged to me. Wasn't he afraid I'd take the opportunity to run away? Or did he secretly take my hair for Divination?"
"No, no, he's a madman. Even if he needed a hair, he'd just walk over and pluck one out. He wouldn't do it sneakily... Right, he has a powerful and Concealment organization behind him! Maybe, just right now, someone from that organization is secretly monitoring me, waiting for me to leave, waiting for me to go find the captain... Insidious!"
" Gehrman Sparrow definitely went out on purpose!" Danitz felt that he had grasped the truth of the matter based on his experience and Wisdom.
He paced back and forth a few times, then sat back down in his armchair, silently mocking:
I'm not leaving!
I want to see what you're really up to!
"I won't bring danger to the captain!"
It was a quarter past 3 p. m., on Simim Island.
This place is also part of the Rorsted Archipelago, but it is the furthest from the " City of Generosity " of Bayam, requiring nearly 5 hours by ferry to reach.
Along the way Klein bought a set of local-style clothing and a small suitcase to pack his changed clothes, spending a total of 14 Soli, less than 1 pound.
Wow, that's cheap! Just a fraction of the price of a formal suit... Wearing wide-legged trousers, a thick brown jacket, and a light brown baseball cap, Klein, with his unremarkable local face, stepped off the ferry and entered the somewhat run-down port of Simim Island to spend time buying clothes. Having changed his appearance, he missed the 9 o'clock ferry and could only take the 10 o'clock one.
Thinking about the expenses of this Acting, he couldn't help but calculate his current financial situation again:
"The ' Faceless ' trait sold for £3,825, and the pirate bounty is £3,000. Although we haven't received the £6,825 yet, as long as Mr. ' The Hanged Man ' remains undetected, it's basically within our budget..."
" Donna and the others' thank-you money, plus the rest of their money, amounted to 255 pounds in odds and ends..."
"26 pounds 11 Soli and 8 pence were found on 'Iron' Maviti..."
"Hmm, there are still 5 'ballast' gold coins left..."
"I haven't spent much money lately, only a little over £1 in total, which is really a pleasant thing..."
"Based on this calculation, I will have 7110 pounds, plus the Beyonder Characteristic of ' Nightmare,' and the swim bladder of Merfolk, both of which are quite valuable."
"Think about it, this time I earned a 3,000-pound bounty plus the Beyonder Characteristic ' Living Corpse ' trait, which is worth 3,000 to 5,000 pounds, meaning a total income of seven or eight thousand pounds... And this is just for 'Iron' Maviti ' plus ' Blood Brambles ' Huntley and Squall, and quite a bit was wasted... Hunting pirates is a really good job; you can uphold Justice, punish evil, protect the weak, and get rich overnight..."
Klein subconsciously turned his head to look to the side, and saw that the seawater here was much clearer than that of Bayam. It looked like a huge, crystal-clear emerald green gem, reflecting a golden glow in the sunlight.
Sure enough, there's a reason why generations of adventurers have set sail in search of wealth. Even after deducting the remaining Spirituality of the Ancient Evil Spirit, the eyes of the Six-Winged Gargoyle, the water from the Sonia Golden Spring, and other auxiliary materials needed for the " Marionettist," the remaining money would be enough for me to buy a decent manor here, in Desi Bay, in the Southern Continent colonies, or in a non-metropolitan area... The countryside of Loen is said to be very beautiful; if I really can't go back in the end, I can consider settling in a similar place... Hmm, I also have 10% of the shares in Backlund Bicycle Company; the returns won't be low in the future... With a sense of security, Klein straightened his back and began to contemplate the future.
After a period of aimless daydreaming, Klein began to consider more practical issues: whether to sell the Beyonder Characteristic of " Nightmare," find an opportunity to return it to the Church of Evernight, or have it crafted into magical items by Artisan.
"We'll see. The ideal solution would be to sell it to the church..." thought Klein, the "martyr" who had stolen two Potion from the Nighthawks, somewhat uncertainly.
At the same time, he hopes that the little " The Sun " will reach Sequence 7 as soon as possible, so that it will be qualified to access the methods to remove the mental pollution of Beyonder Characteristic.
As for releasing the " Light Priest " from inside the glove, he wasn't in a hurry. Little " The Sun " had just obtained the Sequence 7 Potion recipe and didn't have any immediate need for it, so he would have to wait a long time. The " Light Priest's " ability was very effective against the " Admiral of Blood " and his pirate gang, much stronger than the " The Sun Brooch."
As his thoughts settled, Klein entered the port town.
The people here are mostly locals, with bronze skin, naturally curly black hair, and an aura of someone who has long been exposed to spices.
After changing his appearance and finding out about Renee's situation and whether news of Wencter's death had reached him, Klein found a secluded corner, wiped his face, and transformed himself into Winter, a tall, slender man with striking Wencter.
He carried his suitcase and walked around to the outskirts of the town, where he saw Renee's brewery.
The girl with flaxen hair could no longer be called a young girl; she had matured considerably compared to Wencter's memory.
She was cleaning the doorway; there were hardly any people passing by.
Huff... Klein took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, feeling a sense of unease.
As a keyboard warrior, he knew about acting theories such as Method and Experiential Learning, but lacked a deeper understanding. He could only try to figure out Wencter's feelings and appropriate behavior in this situation on his own.
Finally, he closed his eyes and walked over.
When Renee heard footsteps, she looked up and saw the visitor.
Her mouth opened slightly, letting out a half-surprised "Ah," before she immediately straightened her face and said:
Why did you suddenly come back?
Remember, you're just putting on an act... Klein smiled and said:
"I've come to say goodbye."
He spoke in the local dialect, with a somewhat awkward Bayam accent.
The language of the Rorsted Archipelago also originates from Ancient Feysac, but is a different variant. For Klein, who was also a semi-historian, it was not difficult, and he mastered it in a short time.
"Farewell?" Renee asked, slightly surprised.
Klein turned his head to the side, looked around, and smiled.
I'm off chasing a treasure, and I don't know when I'll be back.
"When the time comes, I'll show up with a large sum of money, buy an estate in the suburbs, plant some rubber trees, build a vineyard, have my own mill, wine cellar, blacksmith shop, fill the air with the aroma of all kinds of spices, then buy a few slaves and hire some servants, just like those masters, hehe, one more thing is missing."
He fought off the goosebumps that were about to rise on his skin and turned to look into Renee's eyes:
"We're still missing a wife, we're still missing the mistress of the manor."
" Renee, I love you, I want to marry you. I'm saying this today not to get an answer, but because I'm afraid I'll never have the chance to tell you again."
After listening quietly, Renee suddenly shouted angrily:
" Wencter, you're a coward!"
Ah... this reaction is a bit off... Klein deliberately feigned surprise.
Renee suppressed her voice and said:
"Three years ago, three years ago, I was ready to go to Bayam with you, but... but you didn't say a word! You coward! You wimp!"
"What's the use of telling me now? You're about to set sail, and you might never come back!"
She became more and more excited as she spoke:
"You're happy now that you've said it, and you have no regrets, but what about me? Am I supposed to keep thinking you'll come back and suffer forever? You selfish bastard!"
She swung the broom in her hand and swung it fiercely at Wencter across from her.
Klein knew that the real Wencter would knock the broom away, hug the girl, and tell her he would never go to sea again, but he couldn't do that. He could only pretend to be chased away in a disheveled state, running all the way to a nearby alley, lightly banging his head against the wall, silently cursing himself:
"This is so damn embarrassing!"
"This is so damn embarrassing..."
Renee went back to the doorway, picked up a broom, and squatted down.
Her face was ashen, and she seemed lost in thought.
She vaguely heard a voice, and then she fell into a deep sleep.
After using the talisman, Klein turned around, nudged Renee was sitting on the ground against the wall, and then quickly left to hide in the distance and spy on the ending.
Renee woke up quickly and realized that she had fallen asleep at some point, and everything that had just happened seemed like a dream.
She remained seated there, motionless for a long time.
Suddenly, she lowered her head and let out a sharp, low curse that seemed to be squeezed out from deep in her throat:
" Wencter, you selfish bastard!"
Sighing, Klein, having somewhat digested the food, changed his appearance and left.
He still had to stay overnight on Simim Island, as the ferry to Bayam didn't depart until the morning.