Going out to buy a dictionary at night, in a somewhat chaotic city, and with the appearance of Intis, was indeed quite dangerous... No, I can't keep wearing these boxing gloves... Danitz paused for a few seconds, then suddenly raised his hand, unfastened the gloves, and tried to take them off.
He stopped abruptly halfway through his movement, glanced at Anderson, then at the black glove on Anderson's left hand, and with a dry laugh, put the glove back on.
"I believe that in the Southern Continent, here, the most important thing is one's own strength," Danitz added with a forced smile.
Anderson's expression remained unchanged as he continued stroking his chin, saying:
So what are you planning to do?
Danitz pointed to the stairwell and said:
"I plan to ask the hotel owner to borrow his dictionary; I don't think he'd neglect to teach his children Dutanese."
"That's one idea, but even with a dictionary, you won't be able to learn it in a short time. Even mastering a small vocabulary is quite difficult, since it belongs to a different system from the language of the Northern Continent," Anderson said with a click of his tongue. "How about I give you a way? Your captain should have taught you some Ritualistic Magic from the realm of the ' God of Knowledge and Wisdom,' right?"
"Yes." Danitz nodded without hesitation.
Anderson clapped his hands and said:
"Then I can teach you a new Ritualistic Magic, which, by praying to the ' God of Knowledge and Wisdom,' grants you the ability to understand, recognize, and write the Dutanese for a week."
Danitz shook his head without hesitation:
"I worship the ' Lord of Storms,' not the ' God of Knowledge and Wisdom.' The reason some of the Ritualistic Magic was able to receive a response was because of the captain."
At this point, he glanced at Anderson:
"Weren't you born in Segar, grew up in Lenburg, and were the captain's classmates?"
"Then you must also be a believer in the ' God of Knowledge and Wisdom,' wouldn't it be more appropriate and effective for you to conduct that ceremony?"
Anderson shook his head and laughed:
"Even among believers, only a very small minority truly receive a response."
He seemed to ponder for a moment before saying:
"The best way is to ask the pastors and bishops of the Church of Knowledge for help, and have them make some talismans. Hmm, I remember there are a few missionaries from Lenburg in Port Pritz, perhaps we should visit them tomorrow..."
Danitz was about to answer "okay" when he suddenly looked suspicious:
"I have a feeling you're up to something..."
Anderson's expression froze for a moment.
On the airship, Klein, fastened in his seatbelt and covered with a blanket, leaned back in his seat and fell into a deep sleep.
At this moment, the night outside the window was deep and dark, the lights on the ground were sparse, and the scenery seemed to be passing by slowly but in fact quickly, and everything seemed so peaceful and serene.
After an unknown amount of time, Klein suddenly woke up and stretched his neck.
Because he carried the " Death Knell " with him, he drank a lot of water and was awakened by the bloating in his lower abdomen.
Lifting the blanket, unbuckled his seatbelt, Klein covered his mouth and yawned before walking out of the lounge and heading towards the restroom located in a corner of the lobby.
After quickly resolving the issue and washing his hands, he turned and walked out of the restroom back into the lobby when he suddenly saw a figure.
The figure stood in the dim light, dressed in a dark robe, with blue eyeshadow and blush. At first glance, it looked like Specter that had drifted out of the morgue.
Ms. Daly ... Klein recognized her without a doubt and immediately reacted with surprise.
Daly took a few steps, looked up at Dawn Dantès ' face, her gaze lingering on his eyes, and smiled as she said:
"Your eyes and demeanor are very similar to a friend of mine, especially your eyes."
Klein immediately feigned relief and chuckled, saying:
"Madam, if we switch genders, this is a standard pickup line."
Daly's gaze didn't waver; she chuckled.
"No need to change it; gender does not change the definition of this behavior."
"If I were to talk to you like this at any other time, it would mean I really wanted to trick you into bed, or even into going to church with you."
"However, I don't have that thought right now. I came over simply because your eyes really reminded me of him."
Talking to Ms. Daly is really taking its toll... I can't let her take the initiative, otherwise, she might realize that Dawn Dantès isn't the philandering playboy or flirtatious expert he seems, but rather an inexperienced man who gets awkward around charming women... I must take the initiative and lead the conversation... Klein's mind raced, and he asked directly, half-jokingly:
"Ma'am, do you like that friend?"
Daly paused for a second, raised an eyebrow, and smiled as she looked down:
"This is nothing to hide."
"If only he were like you, bold enough to take the initiative with women and know how to create an ambiguous atmosphere, then we might even have a child."
"Unfortunately, he's a conservative person. When we chat, he only talks about serious matters and experiences. If I give him a slight Psychological Suggestion or make a slightly inappropriate joke, he gets very uncomfortable and always finds an excuse to leave. He looks older than his age, his hair isn't well-maintained, and his memory is terrible—he can even forget my birthday. Just thinking about him makes me angry; I wish I could push him onto the bed and tie his hands to the headboard..."
Klein stared intently at the top of Daly's head, then sighed and interrupted her:
"Madam, you've said too much."
Daly raised her head, her smile unchanged from before, and said:
"I thought you would discuss this issue in more detail."
Klein chuckled and said:
"Then why didn't you put those ideas into action? It's clear you're not just a woman who only talks the talk."
Daly scoffed.
"You guess."
Then, she nodded:
"Thank you for not saying I was harassing you."
As she spoke, she turned around and headed back to the large lounge where the " Red Gloves " were. Klein's lips curled up slightly as he shook his head and walked towards his cabin.
Upon arriving at the entrance of the large lounge, Daly's gaze fell upon a pair of strapless leather shoes on the floor ahead.
Her gaze then moved upwards, and her eyes reflected Leonard Mitchell's dark hair and green eyes.
Leonard glanced at the Dawn Dantès had entered and lowered his voice, saying:
"He has many secrets; he's not as simple as he seems."
Daly chuckled and nodded:
"I know."
After saying that, she walked easily past Leonard Mitchell into the large lounge.
After walking a few meters, she slowed her pace and lowered her head slightly once again.
Leonard remained standing in the doorway, watching the elongated shadow cast by the streetlights outside, and slowly and silently exhaled.
Inside the small lounge, Klein stood by the door, raised his right hand, and rubbed his temples, like a statue.
City of Silver, the Berg family.
Derrick sat on the stool, munching on bread made from black sesame powder, and mentally listed in his mind all the things he should have done but hadn't:
"I haven't gotten the information on ' Trickmaster ' that Mr. 'World' needs yet... I'm still far from having enough merit for the Sequence 5 Vampire Beyonder Characteristic... I only have three friends, not enough... and I only have a tiny clue about the former chief's mausoleum..."
As thoughts flashed through his mind, Derrick filled his stomach, took off his shirt, took out an open container made of polished stone, and used the viscous black liquid inside to smear the visible bruises on his body.
Although only black grass is edible around City of Silver, there are many other kinds of plants. They are diverse and strange, and they survive and reproduce in an environment without the Sun, only lightning and darkness, relying on various abilities. One of City of Silver's traditions is to select different plants and combine them with the corresponding organs of Monster to make various ointments. These ointments are very effective in treating most injuries and diseases, ensuring that most residents do not lose their lives due to minor problems.
This is a tradition formed by generations of " Demon Hunter " who have continuously simplified and fixed the recipes for magical potions, holy balms, and essential oils obtained through Potion into lower-level products!
After applying the ointment, smelling the slightly pungent, fishy odor, Derrick was about to put on his clothes when he suddenly heard a knocking sound at the door.
His mind immediately tensed up. He picked up the " Roar of the Thunder God," a giant, dark blue hammer crackling with electricity, and cautiously approached the door, ready to kill Monster that might emerge from the darkness.
"Who?" Derrick asked in a deep voice.
A slightly gruff voice came from outside:
" Valee."
At the same time, patches of bright light illuminated the cracks in the door and windows—this was the power of the " Dawn Paladin."
Derrick relaxed, Door Opening, and greeted them:
" Valee, weren't you supposed to be leading a patrol today?"
Valee, who is 2.2 meters tall, is Derrick's new friend and the friend he respects the most, because Valier often restrains his strength and is a very caring person to his companions.
In addition, the area recently patrolled included the former chief's mausoleum, and it was Valee's squad that was on patrol.
Valee had brownish-yellow hair similar to Derrick's, a thick beard, and his favorite activity was fighting. He laughed upon hearing this:
" The Council of Six just ordered our team to avoid the area where the former chief's tomb is located, which is the last place we have left on our patrol mission."
"Let's go to the training ground and stretch our legs!"
Did the " Council of Six " deliberately have the patrol team bypass that area? Are they going to open the gates to the former chief's mausoleum today? I wonder what will happen... Hopefully, Elder Lovia isn't plotting anything... Derrick was startled, a sudden thought forming in his mind, but he didn't know what he could do.
Just as he was hesitatingly putting on his clothes and preparing to go out with Valee to the training ground, a figure emerged from the shadows of the street and spoke:
" Derrick Berg, the Chief wants you to see him at the Round Tower."