What? Hunting " Admiral of Blood "? Danitz almost raised his right hand to pick at his ear.
His first reaction was that he had misheard.
Gehrman Sparrow's smile concealed a madness, while his captain's slight twitch of his brow reminded him that his words were true!
This... Gehrman Sparrow, that Lunatic, really dares to think like that! This is one of the seven great pirate generals, far superior to someone like "Iron" Maviti! Danitz's pupils contracted, his heart almost screaming.
Leaving aside the immense power of " Admiral of Blood " Senor himself, the sheer number of powerful and renowned pirates under his command is enough to inspire awe. Each of his first mate, third mate, and captains is capable of leading a large pirate crew independently!
"Iron" Maviti brings along Bayam's team, and there are quite a few others in the " Pirates of Blood "!
The reason why " Admiral Hurricane " Qilangos disappeared silently in Backlund like a wild Wild Dog was mainly because he was not in his own pirate crew. " Admiral of Blood " Senor was different; he rarely left his flagship and rarely left the company of his men.
Even considering Senor's own strength, it was still extremely terrifying. He was mysterious and unpredictable, one of the strongest figures on the seas, second only to the Four Kings. Even the captain wouldn't dare say he was necessarily stronger than him... The Lunatic's audacity was beyond my imagination. No, he simply didn't know fear! The death and replacement of a pirate general was definitely a sensational event that would shake the Five Seas! Danitz's mind raced through a series of thoughts, but in the end, he strangely calmed down.
This was because he realized that Gehrman Sparrow was a powerful figure at the level of Seven Admirals, and that there might be a Concealment and terrifying organization behind him.
" Vice Admiral Iceberg " Edwina paused for a few seconds before saying:
Are you familiar with the ' Rose School of Thought '?
I not only know about them, but I've also killed their people and stolen their magical artifacts... Wait, why am I portraying myself as a villain...? Klein suppressed his smile and said calmly:
"I've hunted their members."
Edwina fell silent again, while Danitz beside her once more had thoughts like, "What are they talking about? What is the Rose School of Thought? Where am I? Whose dream is this?"
After a brief silence, " Vice Admiral Iceberg " Edwina said:
"After the great battle with the ' Vice Admiral Twilight ' pirate crew, Senor's fleet disappeared without a trace. No one knows where they are at the moment; we must wait patiently."
"So he's agreed?" Klein smiled again.
I don't lack that.
How can I contact you?
Edwina turned her head to look at Danitz:
"He knows how to contact them."
" Spirit Summoning Ritual?" Wait a minute, Captain, you mean I have to stick with that Gehrman Sparrow Lunatic a while? No! Who knows when that guy will go crazy! Danitz shuddered and hurriedly said:
"Captain, I've been away from the ' Golden Dream ' for far too long, missing so much learning! I can't wait to get back!"
He tried to make his eyes appear sincere and filled with a thirst for knowledge:
"I think we could replace him with someone else, like ' Iron Sheet ' or ' Bucket '..."
Before he could finish speaking, Edwina suddenly raised her right hand and pressed it against her ear.
She tilted her head slightly and said expressionlessly:
What are you saying?
I can't hear you.
"The ' Roselle's Dream Projection Technique ' is nearing its limit..."
The pirate admiral's skirt swayed slightly as she took a step back, her figure rapidly fading into fragments of light.
Danitz's next words caught in his throat. He stretched out his right hand, trying to grasp something, but it fell limply.
" Roselle's Dream Projection Technique "? The Emperor's presence in occult knowledge is quite strong... " Vice Admiral Iceberg's " full name is Edwina Edwards... Edwards... Isn't that one of the Emperor's " Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse "? Descendants? However, " Vice Admiral Iceberg's" tone suggests that she and the Emperor's eldest daughter, Bernadette, are not familiar with each other, and may not even know each other... Klein glanced at Danitz, whose expression had completely collapsed, and chuckled softly:
"Perhaps one day, I will call you Mr. Ten Thousand Pounds."
... Danitz straightened up abruptly in fright, then saw Gehrman Sparrow's figure vanish from his dream.
If I'm only Sequence 7 but have a bounty of seven or eight thousand pounds, I'll become a target wherever I go... Danitz lingered in his dream, his head aching more and more with each thought.
As evening fell, Danitz looked at Gehrman Sparrow was dressed in native attire, and said:
"We're visiting a local power today; perhaps we can find some good stuff there. Heh, they have a considerable need for extraordinary materials, food, and weapons."
At this point, Danitz looked Gehrman Sparrow up and down a few times, then, finding a rare moment of psychological advantage, smiled and said:
"Their area is full of locals, with very few mixed-race people. If someone's clothing or appearance is even slightly unusual, they'll be noticed."
"Wide-leg pants with a brown jacket are fine, but you can't wear a shirt underneath. Real locals wear tarpaulins, which are similar to sailor shirts, but all blue or all white. They don't wear baseball caps, they wear headscarves or nothing at all."
"Furthermore, your distinctly Loen appearance will encounter severe rejection and hostility there, like a wolf infiltrating a flock of sheep, completely unable to conceal its presence..."
Before he could finish speaking, he saw Gehrman Sparrow. His deep features softened rapidly, and his fair skin instantly turned bronze. In just one movement, he had become an unmistakable, unremarkable native.
"..." Danitz was speechless for a moment, then chuckled dryly after a few seconds, "Me too, I have to pretend."
Your disguise? Ha... Klein took off his baseball cap and sat down in the chair:
"What local forces?"
They actually acquired extraordinary materials, food, and weapons?
"Well, to put it simply, well, the resistance." Danitz suddenly became unsure whether Gehrman Sparrow and the Loen government had some kind of connection.
Klein paused for a second:
"Rebels?"
Danitz laughed awkwardly:
"They're the ones who shout 'duli,' the locals who manage local affairs. Their base is deep in the jungle, on the high seas, and they cooperate with many pirates and adventurers. Of course, they're mainly supported by the Feysac and Intis people. Missionaries like ' God of Combat ' and ' Eternal Blazing Sun ' often sneak over here."
Bayam is not peaceful... After leaving the kingdom and coming to sea, Klein truly understood what international affairs meant, which was incomparable to simply reading about the war in East Balam in the newspapers.
He nodded slightly, offering no objection to visiting the local power.
After leaving the " Azure Wind " hotel, Klein, led by Danitz whose face was painted black, wandered through the streets and alleys, heading southeast.
After leaving the earliest areas of the " City of Generosity," they entered a region with a very different architectural style, with houses supported by wooden stilts and empty ground floors, as well as three- or four-story buildings side by side, which evolved from the Loen style.
The narrow, dirty roads they separated were lined with numerous stalls selling all sorts of stone headdresses, earrings, and bracelets, with bright red and vibrant colors being the most abundant.
"What a bunch of weirdos, they like overly bright colors, like venomous snakes in the jungle," Danitz muttered under his breath.
"You people from Intis aren't much better. You idolize gold, luxury, and sophistication. Your nouveau riche attitude is palpable..." Klein thought to himself.
After passing a group of dark-skinned, thin, and withered natives, and passing through alleys with clothes drying overhead, a not-too-large square suddenly opened up before them.
In the square, a group of locals surrounded the central pool, some kneeling, some prostrating, some murmuring to themselves, and some singing softly, their expressions devout yet numb.
Upon sensing someone approaching, they abruptly stood up and hurriedly ran into the surrounding alleys.
The windows on the second, third, and fourth floors of all the surrounding houses slammed shut one by one, and the square became quite quiet. But Klein's Spirit Intuition told him that many people were watching the stranger who had suddenly entered this world from behind their windows, at the corners of alleys, and in the shadows.
Danitz lowered his head and said in a low voice:
"Don't worry about it, it's their way of protecting themselves."
"Hmm?" Klein expressed his doubt.
Danitz chuckled:
Before being fully colonized, the natives of the Rorsted Archipelago worshipped the Sea God Kavithua, believing that this deity, who often appeared in the form of a giant sea serpent, protected all the islands from being swallowed by earthquakes and tsunamis.
"Now, this belief has been officially banned, and the Church of Storms has been cracking down on heretics. Even the Church of Evernight and the Church of Steam are unable to expand their influence here, with only a few churches remaining."
"But in reality, how can such a belief that has lasted for hundreds or thousands of years be so easily eliminated? In Bayam, Blue Mountain Island, and the Rorsted Sea, there are still many believers of the ' Sea God '. Even if a group of people are arrested and subjected to various forms of torture every one or two months, it is impossible to reverse this situation in a short period of time. The main Pillar of those resistance forces is the believers of the ' Sea God '."
"I think it will take at least another hundred years of attacks before the ' Sea God ' faith completely disappears, provided, of course, there are no other factors interfering."
" Sea God " Kavithua... his image is that of a giant sea serpent... Klein listened thoughtfully, and followed Danitz into a four-story building on the right front side, and walked up the narrow stairs to the top floor.
Knock, knock, knock! Danitz knocked on the door on the left.
"Who?" someone inside asked in a low voice.
Danitz chuckled in response:
"A friend who brought the wine and barbecue."
"Where is it?" the person inside asked a strange question.
Danitz stepped back and said:
"At sea."
The door creaked open slowly, and Klein saw a bare arm.
A ferocious, bluish-green sea serpent was tattooed on his arm.
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