Why would that Lunatic Gehrman Sparrow need someone to collect the " Admiral of Blood? No, why is he allowed to collect the " Admiral of Blood's " bounty? Danitz suddenly snapped out of his confusion and grasped the crux of the matter.
He abruptly lowered his head again, trying not to let his gaze betray his surprise and confusion.
The adventurers nearby continued:
"How is that possible? No one dares to claim it on their behalf!"
"Yes, unless you want to incur the wrath of the Church of Storms, or betray Gehrman Sparrow!"
"Forty-two thousand pounds... If I could get that much money, I'd immediately go to Backlund and become a millionaire!"
"Haha, shouldn't we enjoy ourselves at the ' Red Theater ' for six months first?"
"Perhaps Gehrman Sparrow could claim the bounty from Intis, Feysac, or Feynapotter; it wouldn't be as much as 42,000 pounds, but it would still be quite a lot..."
As the adventurers talked, they began to fantasize about what their lives would be like with 42,000 gold pounds, and even argued heatedly because of their differing ideas.
No way... do they mean Gehrman Sparrow killed " Admiral of Blood "? No, although that Lunatic has always had that idea, he lacks the necessary help and needs to cooperate with the captain... Anderson Hood Danitz stood up, pressed down on his baseball cap, lowered his head, and hurried towards the billiards room and card room, where newspapers were often placed.
As soon as he left, the adventurers who had been there earlier looked at his retreating figure, lowered their voices, and discussed among themselves:
"Do you know him? He's acting suspiciously and timidly; there's something wrong with him!"
"I didn't get a clear look at him, but I think he's probably one of the pirates, here in Bayam to gather information."
"Should we...?" one adventurer gestured as if to slit a throat.
"Perhaps they're someone we can't afford to offend. Let's wait until this period is over," another adventurer advised, stopping his companion.
Danitz entered an empty billiards room, went to a corner, picked up a stack of newspapers, and quickly flipped through them. Gradually, his expression became somewhat Distortion.
"What exactly did that Lunatic do? Did he really kill ' Admiral of Blood '? In just a few months, his strength has increased to this level! And, and the newspapers didn't Anderson Hood at all..." Danitz was both surprised and relieved, deeply feeling that his decision to always submit to Gehrman Sparrow was a very wise one; otherwise, others would have already seen him hunted down and turned into a bounty in the newspapers.
No, no, back then, my death wasn't even worthy of being in the newspapers... Hiss, Gehrman Sparrow really was a member of an evil organization... As he thought about it, Danitz suddenly froze, seemingly turning into a stone statue.
Because he might also be a member of that evil organization...
"Haha, the church and the military always like to exaggerate things. Hmm, it's Concealment organization, not an evil one!" Danitz reassured himself, once again feeling that the organization behind Gehrman Sparrow was exceptionally mysterious and powerful.
The fact that Senor, one of the seven pirate generals, was hunted is proof of this!
"Hoo..." Danitz exhaled, inwardly praising the " The Fool " with a sense of dread, expressing his determination to take things seriously.
Elland and Oz Kent emerged from a small building near the governor's mansion.
"It's finally over..." Elland sighed as he put his captain's hat on his head.
Oz Kent rubbed his nose, which was red from frequent drinking, and exhaled in agreement:
"Yes."
They were isolated and investigated for two whole days because of the issue of Gehrman Sparrow, facing " Interrogator " who were most skilled in this kind of thing.
Fortunately, Elland hadn't hidden anything from the beginning Gehrman Sparrow's origins were unknown, but he had goodwill towards the military. It was the higher-ups' decision to include this mad adventurer in their informant network and investigate his background, and it had nothing to do with him.
As for Oz Kent, there was no problem at all; helping Gehrman Sparrow collect his bounty was a matter he should handle according to normal procedures.
As he slowly walked along the path in the center of the garden toward the gate, Elland remarked casually:
"Who could have known that Gehrman Sparrow would be so insane, so powerful..."
According to the limited information he had, taking down " Admiral of Blood " was just the most ordinary and insignificant thing Gehrman Sparrow did that day.
This crazy guy actually went into the dangerous Bansy to save a few passengers and crew members who had only expressed friendliness to him.
Elland only learned afterward that the terror hidden in Bansy far exceeded his imagination; the Church of Storms had actually destroyed the place!
If I told the Interrogator that Gehrman Sparrow had a soft and kind heart, they would surely think I was lying... Humans are such contradictory beings... Elland shook his head silently.
After hearing Elland's remarks, Oz Kent responded with a wry smile:
"I initially thought you were just introducing a powerful adventurer, but he even took down the ' Admiral of Blood '! Damn it, I even think he's capable of becoming the Fifth King. Just look at that forest, look at the surrounding mountains, and you won't doubt my words!"
"It's like... it's like..."
Elland glanced at Oz Kent and added on his behalf:
"It's like being bombarded by coastal artillery hundreds of times."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Oz Kent agreed with Elland's description.
By this time, the two had already walked out the door.
Elland looked at the star-studded night sky and the crimson yet dim the Moon, paused for a few seconds, straightened his collar, and said:
"I hope he never goes back to sea..."
Bayam, 6 Sphiel Street.
Denton, dressed in children's formal attire, trotted into the study and said to his older sister, who was practicing sketching:
" Donna, they, they say Sparrow is a bad guy, a cultist, a murderer!"
"He even showed me the newspaper!"
Donna turned her head, wrinkled her nose, and said:
I don't believe it!
" Sparrow is a Justice, brave, and kind adventurer. We've seen it with our own eyes, so it's definitely more accurate than the newspapers!"
She hesitated for a moment, then spoke fluently:
"Although he has a terrible and ugly appearance, it's the price of dreams and protection! Denton, remember, those newspapers always like to fabricate stories based on rumors and hearsay."
"Yes, yes!" Denton nodded emphatically. "I've already scolded them!"
Donna praised her younger brother, then subconsciously turned her head to look out the window. She saw the gas streetlights casting their light into their garden, creating a tranquil, peaceful, and gentle atmosphere.
Inside an upscale hotel in the Hillston Borough.
Klein put a stack of folded white handkerchiefs into his left breast pocket and took off his half-high silk hat.
Today marks the official public debut of the enigmatic billionaire Dawn Dantès!
Instead of waiting for the sale of the bicycle company shares and the magical items, he planned to use the remaining £2,962 to cover initial expenses.
That's more than enough, equivalent to six or seven years' income for an upper-middle-class person!
"Last night, ' Magic Mirror ' Arrodes didn't enter my dream, which means that without close contact, it can't sense that I've returned to Backlund. That's a good thing. Hmm, I'll contact it with the radio tonight and ask about the Evil Spirit. After that, it won't be so complicated." Klein muttered to himself, picked up his cane, and walked out of the inn.
At this moment, the post-rain sunshine pierced through the thin mist, making the mood of people walking on the road improve involuntarily. Klein got into a carriage and headed straight for the " Metropolis Help Domestic Servants Association " at 9 Qana River Street in the Cherwood Borough, intending to hire an experienced butler and then have them organize a team of servants needed for the garden villa.
Inside the " Metropolis Help Domestic Servants Association," Beline finished her conversation with a male colleague who had approached her, and then lowered her head to deal with the two drops of black tea that had gotten on her lotus leaf-colored long dress.
Just then, a voice, tinged with a sense of age yet deep and resonant, rang in her ears:
Good morning, ma'am.
Beline quickly raised her head and looked towards the reception desk. She saw a gentleman who looked to be around forty years old. He was wearing a silk tailcoat and was carrying a gold-inlaid cane. A gold chain extended from the third button of his suit into the inner pocket.
This gentleman had deep blue eyes and very attractive features. Even the few gray hairs at his temples looked charming. With just a slight smile, he made Beline suddenly feel her face burning.
"Sir, is there anything I can help you with? Oh yes, what should I call you?" Beline hurriedly stood up and asked.
" Dawn Dantès," Klein said with a gentle smile, "I'd like to hire a butler, a good butler."
"Mr. Dantès, please wait a moment, please have a seat." Beline led Klein somewhat busily to the reception area and pointed to a fabric sofa.
Klein, with a faint smile, sat down patiently without urging or nagging, waiting for the staff to provide the butler list.
How gentlemanly... Oh no, I forgot to ask him what he wanted! Beline touched her cheek and said:
"Mr. Dantès, what kind of butler do you need?"
Klein was prepared and replied in a mellow voice:
"Ideally, they should have served a noble family in the past."
This helped Dantès expand his network.
Beline gradually regained her professional knowledge, and explained in detail:
"Such butlers are rare. As you know, noble families rarely change their butlers unless they are no longer able to provide effective service. Moreover, even if they are not butlers, they can hold other positions within the noble family."
"Furthermore, wealthy businessmen are quite eager for butlers like these and are willing to pay a premium. Mr. Dantès, we do have the type you need, but the annual salary is at least £100."
That means a weekly wage of nearly £2... A normal butler's annual salary is only Soli 40 to £80, which is 15 to 1.10 Soli per week. This seems to be only equivalent to the level of a skilled worker, but the master will provide rooms, food, clothing, charcoal for heating, and other necessities, so the butler has almost no expenses... An annual salary of over £100 is really expensive... Klein quickly calculated the price in his mind, but replied nonchalantly:
"No problem, as long as they are good housekeepers."
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