Danitz opened his mouth and instinctively uttered an Intis language word:
"Hostel."
The air seemed to freeze instantly. Danitz glanced at the coachman's dark brown skin, rough, messy black hair, softer facial features, and equally bewildered expression, sighed silently, and resignedly picked up his luggage, walking towards the other end of the street.
"Damn it! I've run into a driver who doesn't understand Intis language! Shouldn't someone picking up passengers near the docks know a few words from the Northern Continent? There are so many Intis, Loen, and Feysac people coming and going here!" Danitz muttered to himself as he looked ahead, searching for passersby who looked like they were from the Northern Continent or had the same bloodline, so he could find a place to stay at the inn and get something to eat.
As far as he knew, there were quite a few Intis immigrants in Port Pritz, as well as some Loen, Feysac, and Feynapotter people. If he could meet one or two of them, communication wouldn't be a problem.
However, Danitz felt that all of this was contingent on him not suffering from heatstroke and fainting during his search.
"This shitty weather!" He looked up at the azure sky, the white clouds, and the not-so-intense the Sun, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and cursed with a slightly Distortion expression.
Despite his cursing, Danitz knew perfectly well that the temperature in the Southern Continent was moderate, even a bit low, at this time of year. The reason he was so hot was because he was wearing the " The Sun Brooch." However, having just arrived and not yet fully aware of the situation, he dared not take the brooch off and stuff it into his suitcase. If he accidentally lost it, he could easily imagine the cold and insane look in Gehrman Sparrow's eyes.
"Give me a few people from the Northern Continent, any country will do. I'm a great pirate who's fluent in multiple languages..." Danitz muttered to himself, his mind filled with images of beer on the rocks and an ocean dotted with icebergs.
As he was reading, he suddenly raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.
He finally spotted a guy who was clearly of the Northern Continent race!
Moreover, it seems likely that they are acquaintances!
Diagonally in front of Danitz, at the street corner bathed in warm sunlight, a young man with short blond hair parted in a side parting leaned against the wall, playing a silver harmonica.
He had emerald green eyes, wore a white shirt with the top two buttons undone, a completely open black vest, and dark trousers, with a lone black glove on his wrist. He was none other than Anderson Hood, the Strongest Hunter in the Sonia Sea!
What a coincidence? This guy actually ended up in West Balam... Danitz was overjoyed, feeling like he had finally found a piece of driftwood in a vast sea of people. Forgetting all about Anderson's performance on the " Golden Dream," he immediately approached and greeted him in Hunter's standard tone:
"What? You couldn't keep being a treasure Hunter, so you've started street performing?"
He noticed that there was a top hat lying upside down in front of Anderson, containing twenty or thirty brass coins, a few of which were Intis "Cope" coins, but most were local "Delisi" coins.
"Delhi" means copper coin in the Intis language.
Anderson stopped playing and glanced at Danitz:
This is not my hat.
"I happened to be passing by and saw this hat lying on the ground, unnoticed. Feeling a bit sentimental, I took out my harmonica and played a few notes. Who knew that quite a few people would listen in and drop some money into it."
"A crude pirate like you probably can't understand the charm of music. It transcends borders. Let me tell you, your captain especially loves it..."
"Stop!" Danitz's forehead twitched, stopping Anderson's rambling, unsure which way he was going, and instead asked, "How did you end up here?"
Anderson picked up his harmonica and thought about it seriously:
That's a good question.
"I don't know how I ended up in West Balam, or what happened in the past two months. I can't remember anything at all."
Danitz wanted to say, "Stop joking," but Anderson's serious expression made him somewhat believe him, and he asked cautiously:
"Can't remember anything?"
Anderson carefully put away the silver harmonica, bent down to pick up the top hat which was full of coins, dusted it off, and said:
"My last memory is of Bayam, after parting ways with Gehrman Sparrow, I think I was going to a pre-arranged meeting place, but when I woke up, I was in West Balam..."
"Haha, don't worry about these things. It's good that you're still alive. Ah, it's almost noon. Let's go find a place to eat. I've heard that Pritz ' pork knuckle is particularly famous."
As he spoke, Anderson placed the top hat, along with the coins inside, next to the homeless man next door.
Danitz was hot, hungry, and tired, but upon hearing this, he perked up and said:
"You understand Dutanese here?"
Anderson immediately scoffed:
"Haven't you heard about my many adventures as a treasure Hunter in West Balam?"
"Yes, I was thinking of asking you about information on West Balam... The situation here is chaotic and dangerous. If we could get Anderson on board, it would definitely be much safer, and we'd have an extra translator! I can't say I'd hire him; I can't afford his salary..." Danitz smiled slightly.
"Then I'm relieved. Let's go."
He carried his luggage and, together with Anderson, went around to the side street and found a restaurant nearby.
Hearing the waiter's gibberish in the indigenous language and seeing the menu filled with unfamiliar characters, Danitz felt a headache coming on and quickly said to Anderson:
"Come and see."
As he spoke, he handed the menu to the Strongest Hunter of the Sonia Sea across from him.
Anderson didn't reach out, responding calmly:
"I don't understand it either."
"... Didn't you say you could Dutanese?" Danitz blurted out in surprise.
Anderson shrugged and said:
I never said that.
Is there any connection between the repeated treasure hunts in West Balam and the Dongdu Dutanese?
"If you don't Dutanese, how can you understand the writing in ancient temples and castle ruins? How can you find treasure?" Danitz's expression Distortion again, and his speech involuntarily quickened.
Anderson picked up the glass the waiter had just placed, took a sip of water, and said:
A problem that can be solved with a dictionary is not really a problem.
"Besides, does not Dutanese mean you can't communicate with the people of the Southern Continent?"
After saying that, he turned to look at the waiter and said in Intis language:
"Two signature pork knuckles."
The waiter looked completely bewildered, repeatedly pointing to the menu.
Anderson remained calm and unhurried, pressing his right hand against his nose to mimic a pig's grunt.
The waiter was taken aback at first, then his expression changed to one of realization. Anderson then pointed to his own elbow and the Pritz icon on the menu, and gestured the number "2" with his finger.
"*%￥#" The waiter Dutanese while speaking in accented Tutanese, indicating that he understood, while Danitz was almost stunned by what he saw.
Anderson gestured and used a few simple Dutanese words to finish ordering, then turned to Danitz and smiled:
"Do you understand? In this world, the truly universal language is body language!"
Danitz stared blankly, then twitched his lips in response.
The carriage left the West Borough, turned south at the fork in the road, and soon arrived at a military base.
With Calvin's handwritten note and a lieutenant leading the way, Klein entered smoothly and arrived at a square paved with rammed earth, where a colossal object combining deep blue and Pure White stood.
This airship is tens of meters long, with sturdy yet lightweight alloy frames extending from the top of the body, spreading and intersecting to support the air-filled, waterproof fabric. Below are machine gun muzzles, bomb bays, and cannons.
At this moment, the hum of the high-fuel Steam had not yet begun, and the corresponding blades had not yet started rotating; everything appeared very quiet.
Klein handed his documents and identification to the officer standing guard by the gangway, and after receiving permission, he picked up his suitcase and boarded the airship step by step.
This place is like a ship's cabin, divided into three levels. The top level has complex mechanical devices and warehouses for storing goods. In the middle is a hall that can be used for buffets and dances. Around the hall and on both sides of the passageways leading to the upper and lower levels are lounges. As for the bottom level, there are machine gun rooms, ammunition rooms, artillery positions, and soldiers' rooms.
Passing among the guards carrying rifles, Klein found the corresponding lounge as instructed by the officer he had just met, and placed his luggage next to a sofa-like chair.
Then, he picked up a glass of water from the table, walked to the window, and gazed at the scenery outside.
To be honest, although he knew a little about everything, he only knew a little, so he didn't understand the design principles of this new type of airship, nor did he know how high it could fly or how much turbulence it would experience in mid-air.
This made him a little uneasy, and before setting off, he went above the Gray Fog to have his Divination, which gave him the insight that he would be able to reach his destination relatively smoothly.
It seems there are seat belts. The airship industry in this world has a long history, and they have relatively sufficient experience in all aspects... Just as Klein was about to turn his gaze away from looking outside and admire the room's layout and the candlelight behind the hard glass dome, he suddenly saw a group of people approaching the airship numbered "1345".
These people included both men and women, most of them wearing thin black trench coats, red gloves, and carrying suitcases of different sizes. Only one of them wore a mysterious Spirit Channeling robe, with blue eyeshadow and blush; this was Daly Simone.
And walking to the side and slightly behind this woman was Leonard Mitchell, with his dark hair and blue eyes.
Unbeknownst to everyone else, Leonard suddenly slowed his pace, then raised his head and looked towards the second level of the airship.
His eyes then reflected Dawn Dantès, a man with graying temples, deep Blue Eyes, and dressed in a suit and bow tie.
The gentleman stood behind a window, a warm smile on his face, and raised the glass in his hand.