" Admiral of Stars," Cattleya thought for a moment and replied:
"8 PM tonight, Pier 6."
"Not bad, not delayed at all..." Klein nodded slightly.
"Good."
As soon as he finished speaking, the light inside the crystal ball suddenly dimmed, and the figure in the black classical robe grew darker and more blurred until it disappeared completely.
Holding the now-ordinary crystal ball, Klein turned around, opened the door, and went outside.
He glanced at the owner, who was leaning against the wall and gulping down a drink, then casually tossed the crystal ball to him.
While the boss frantically caught it, Klein calmly walked down the stairs and left the warehouse.
After leaving " Fanatical Whale Dance," he took out his gold-cased pocket watch, snapped it on, and glanced at the time.
It was almost noon, and most of the bars were Door Opening... Klein flagged down a horse-drawn carriage and told the driver in Feysac that he wanted to go to " Rorsted " Bar, which means " Dawn " Bar in the local language, a place where adventurers in the Gargas Archipelago were relatively concentrated.
For Klein, gathering different intelligence and obtaining various information was of great significance. It might help him make the most accurate judgment at a crucial moment, thus escaping the Misfortune of losing his life. Therefore, even though he didn't particularly like bars, he had to go there often, order a glass of malty beer, and sit quietly in the corner of the bar, listening to the people around him talk about interesting and important events that happened at sea.
In addition, he wanted to find out whether King Roy was imprisoned in the Governor's Mansion of the " City of Generosity Bayam," had been rescued. For more than two months, " Mercury Snake " Will Auceptin had not Dream Divination again, and " Life Councilor " Ricciardo had not summoned a messenger to provide clues about powerful magical items.
Twenty minutes later, the carriage stopped, and the " Rorsted " bar, with a huge sign, appeared before Klein.
He habitually took out two Soli notes and paid the driver.
Only after clearly seeing the driver's somewhat rugged face did he suddenly remember something:
This is abroad, this is a colony of Feysac, and they have their own common currency!
The smallest is the Gobi, followed by the Frynn, and then the Kinghorn. They maintain a very user-friendly decimal system, making conversions very easy.
I forgot to exchange my Gopes and Silver at the bank... I used them all at the hotel and restaurant... Just as Klein was about to look around for a bank, the coachman happily took the two 1- Soli bills, checked them several times, and his rough skin glowed with a smile:
Thank you, thank you for your generosity!
Gold pounds, Soli, and pennies are hard currency here? Hmm, the Gargas Archipelago aren't too far from Toscarter and Oravi, so many items are sold in those two places. Plus, many Loen adventurers like to travel to this " Sea of Beluga," so it's normal for Kingdom of Loen's currency to circulate privately... Heh, Loen's industrial and economic strength is stronger Feynapotter Empire, even considerably stronger. Gold pounds are much more stable than Golden Horn... Wait! Klein got off the carriage and walked towards the " Rorsted " bar, recalling the coachman's surprised face.
Suddenly, he remembered something: 1 gold pound could be exchanged for 5.5 gold Horns.
In other words, 2 Soli are worth 5.5 Vron.
In the " City of White," the cost to rent a carriage for one hour is 4 silver dollars; any time less than one hour is charged as one hour.
No wonder the coachman was so happy! Klein looked back again, but the carriage was nowhere to be seen.
With a soft sigh, Klein adjusted his hat, pushed open the heavy wooden door, and entered the " Rorsted " bar.
In this world, bars near the docks or Factory Borough often serve lunch and dinner, so they Door Opening around 11 o'clock. By then, many adventurers with nothing to do have already gathered at the bar, ordering strong liquor, smoked fish and oily soup, and eating with bread, thoroughly enjoying themselves.
Drinking Lerunqi and Nipos at noon? Are they planning to be drunk all day? This custom of Feysac's is really hard to accept... Klein muttered to himself, expressionless, walked to the bar, sat in a corner, and lightly tapped the wooden board:
"Two slices of toast with a sausage, a serving of smoked whale meat, a bowl of thick vegetable soup, and a glass of Grasse beer."
Grasse beer is popular on the east coast of Feysac, and is also common in places like Sonia Island and the Gargas Archipelago.
"New here?" The bartender looked up at Klein. "4 silver dollars and 6 kopeks in total."
"Not drinking strong liquor means you're new here?" Klein ignored the question and simply tossed over two Soli banknotes.
This is worth 5 silver dollars and 5 kopeks.
Thinking that it was Gehrman Sparrow, Klein resisted the urge to ask for change and decided to give him a tip instead.
Of course, in a bar in Backlund, this much food would cost around 2 Soli.
The bartender, having received the tip, didn't ask any more questions, quickly poured a glass of Grasse beer, and pushed it in front of Klein.
This beer is dark in color with thick foam. It has a caramelized flavor and a rich taste with a hint of spiciness, making Klein feel that the alcohol content is too high and suspecting that it might have been mixed with strong liquor.
While waiting for his food, he sipped his wine and listened quietly to the adventurers around him chatting.
The group's conversation mostly revolved around who made a fortune, who was killed by pirates, who killed a pirate captain but didn't claim the bounty and instead took over his men, who had an illegitimate child with a woman from Nass, and who became a laughingstock for misbehaving at a brothel.
When the Gargas-style thick soup, made with beets, onions, cabbage, carrots, fish, and cream, was served to Klein, he finally heard something interesting.
An adventurer lowered his voice and said to his companions:
"Have you heard? There's a Quaternary site east of Gargas."
"No! Who discovered it?" his companion asked, both surprised and curious.
The adventurer glanced around and said casually:
" Garis discovered it, as you know, he was a skilled diver Navigator."
"He was drunk and swept off the deck by Storm, sinking to the bottom of the sea. There, they discovered the wreckage of a steel structure—definitely man-made!"
"And then?" his companion pressed.
The adventurer chuckled softly:
" Garis followed the wreckage and discovered an abandoned underwater well of unknown depth. It was filled with seawater, but it still gave him a very deep and terrifying feeling. Storm was brewing above, and it might lead to the Earth's core."
He said it felt like something inside was calling to him, but he didn't dare explore and fearfully surfaced.
A giant deep-sea well... a strange sense of "attraction"... This might not be a relic of the Quaternary period, perhaps it's from the Tertiary or the Second Period. Little " The Sun " once said that in that dark age, sea monsters submitted to the Elf King Soniathrym and helped Him rule the seabed... Sweet, salty, and slightly sour... Klein took a sip of the thick soup and forked up some smoked beluga whale meat.
The adventurers didn't talk much about their experiences in Garis, because there were no exciting gold jewels, magical items, or extraordinary materials to be found yet.
They soon started talking about several adventurers with whom they had a bad relationship, mocking each other for marrying beautiful local girls, only to have them all turn into robust, obese women with strength comparable to Low-Sequence Beyonder after three to five years.
Ultimately, they concluded that this might be due to the small amount of Giant blood flowing through the Feysac people's veins.
They didn't say anything of value until Klein finished lunch and focused on drinking, but the " Rorsted " bar was getting more and more crowded.
Suddenly, the heavy door swung open and slammed against the wall with a bang.
A young man wearing a top hat, clearly of Loen descent, rushed in and shouted nervously:
Are there any Adventurers' Mutual Aid Society here?
Yes, Bilt still owes me an item creation... Klein noticed the young man nervously looking back repeatedly and instinctively felt that he was being chased by someone.
Before he could decide whether to help, three adventurers had already stood up from different corners. One of them was over two meters tall, with broad shoulders, bulging muscles, light blond hair, and deep-set Blue Eyes, making him quite eye-catching.
The sense of power was almost tangible... This was Beyonder of considerable Sequence... Klein withdrew his gaze, becoming Spectator again, and looked towards the bar's entrance.
Soon a man appeared there, wearing a linen shirt and a brown jacket. He was of medium build, with purple lips and brown eyes that held a strong malice that he tried hard to suppress but could not hide.
He... Klein immediately thought of a portrait on a wanted poster!
That belonged to Gillschies, the second mate of " The King of Immortality " Agarito, and the " Slaughterer " with a bounty of 9,500 pounds!
This was a notorious pirate... Klein tensed up instantly, his gaze locked onto the other man, his left hand hanging naturally at his sides, his body poised to pounce at any moment.
Gillschies glanced at the two-meter-tall " Giant," then at Klein, before abruptly turning away and leaving the entrance of the " Rorsted " bar without lingering for a moment.
"Very decisive, very alert..." Klein frowned slightly, confident that he hadn't revealed any murderous intent just now, and had even controlled his gaze very well.
Was he worried about the " Giant," or was his intuition truly exceptionally sharp? Like, like the " Devil's" dangerous premonition? Klein gulped down the rest of his Grass beer, skipped the private conversation among the Adventurers' Mutual Aid Society members, and left the bar directly onto the street.
He doesn't want to create any new problems besides searching for the mermaid.
Looking around, Klein realized that " The Slaughterer " Gillschies was long gone and nowhere to be found, so he quietly returned to the hotel.
Inside the City of Silver, the Round Tower.
Derrick Berg met again with Colin Iliad the Council of Six.
He clearly remembered that nearly seventy "days" ago, the other party told him that he would have an exploration mission in about two months and that he should be prepared.