Danitz was startled and blurted out:
"Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you..."
Before he finished speaking, he had already reached out and grabbed the handle, dragging the door toward where he was.
Bang!
The wooden door closed in front of him, its sound echoing down the corridor.
Only then did Danitz finally realize:
What was I just doing?
What is Anderson doing?
He reflexively removed the black boxing gloves, frowned and pondered for a while, finally deciding to return to his room, pack his bags, and prepare to leave.
As for what Anderson was really up to, he was curious, but he felt something was off and decided not to get involved to avoid falling into a trap.
The captain said we should be in awe of the unknown, so I should stay away... Just as Danitz was about to turn around, he suddenly heard the sound of a lock being turned and saw the wooden door open behind him.
Anderson, his shirt unbuttoned, stepped out carrying the black, unrelated short blade, looking at Danitz with a slightly complicated expression:
Aren't you going to try to stop me?
Danitz keenly sensed an opportunity for mockery and immediately chuckled:
This is your freedom.
"If you hadn't made a will, I'd be rich!"
Anderson raised his hand and rubbed his cheek:
Aren't you curious about what happened to me?
Danitz looked at him suspiciously for a moment:
I have a feeling you're plotting something.
Anderson laughed and said:
"Here's what happened. I was captured and placed in a strange blood plasma soaked in various materials. After a long period of erosion, they formed a strange 'cocoon' inside my body, which will have a certain attraction for High-Sequence powerhouses in the ' Hunter ' pathway."
As he spoke, he pointed to his lower abdomen.
Danitz was stunned:
I've never heard of such a thing before.
"If you were a different gender, I might think you were pregnant..."
He paused for a moment and then said:
"Was that strange creature in Resurrection Square attracted by the baby in your belly—no, the 'cocoon'?"
Seeing Anderson nod in agreement, Danitz gestured with his hands:
"Were you trying to cut open your abdomen yourself and take out that 'cocoon'?"
Anderson answered honestly:
"Yes, I'm worried it might affect my health, or attract another Demigod, so I plan to get rid of this threat as soon as possible."
Danitz thought for a moment, then asked in confusion:
"Then why don't you try it anymore?"
"You forgot to make a will and want me to be your witness?"
Anderson's cheek muscles twitched, and he chuckled:
"Good, your Provoker Potion should have been fully digested by now."
He then sighed and said:
"After careful analysis, I believe it's impossible to remove it directly. Otherwise, they wouldn't have needed to soak me in blood plasma and let the material gradually corrode me. They could have simply cut open my abdomen, inserted the 'cocoon,' and then sewed it up."
Before Danitz could respond, he said while pondering:
"Don't you have Gehrman Sparrow's contact information? He's experienced a lot and has a lot of knowledge. I'd like to ask him for advice on how to solve similar problems."
In recent months, one thing that has terrified Danitz most is being told that he is connected to Gehrman Sparrow, and his instinctive reaction is to retort:
"No! I haven't seen him since he left the ' Golden Dream '!"
Anderson's lips curled up slightly as he said:
"I was right next to Gehrman Sparrow when you wrote to him, and I saw his messenger."
Danitz's expression froze on his face for a few seconds before he forced a smile:
"Then why don't you just summon his messenger?"
Anderson raised his hand again, touched his throat, and chuckled:
"I do not know the ritual for summoning his messenger."
Danitz still suspected Anderson of having ulterior motives and was unwilling to let the other party confirm his frequent contact with Gehrman Sparrow, so he instead suggested:
"Actually, you can ask our captain for help with this. She is knowledgeable, good at research, and has mastered many secret techniques. She can also ask the Church of the God of Wisdom for assistance. She should be able to give you a solution to the 'cocoon' in your stomach."
"Haha, if you're shy, I can talk to her for you."
He had barely finished speaking when he saw Anderson's smile widen, and heard the other man reply in rapid succession:
"Okay, let's do it this way!"
"I've packed my bags, when can we leave?"
"..." Danitz stood there for several seconds, feeling like he'd been tricked by Anderson again.
He returned to his room, finished the rest of his beer, and quickly threw various odds and ends into his suitcase, leaving only a dried leaf with golden veins.
This was a token used by Danitz to establish contact with the men of General Mesangyes, the leader of Northern State Gehrman Sparrow's instructions, he left the leaf in the room, awaiting the handling of the person in charge of the next steps.
In the room that Danitz had left behind, candles were suddenly lit, and crimson flames rose more than two meters high.
Amidst the flames, a figure emerged, wearing a silk top hat, a black suit, with graying temples, deep blue eyes, a mature demeanor, and outstanding looks. It was none other than Klein, who had transformed into the appearance of Dawn Dantès.
After picking up the dried leaf with golden veins, Klein left the inn, bypassed the closed Resurrection Square from the side, and arrived at the core area of Kukwa City, the White Feather Square.
Mesangyes's general's residence is located here, next to a downward-facing church of Death.
As a typical Loen gentleman, Dantès felt a sense of incongruity as he walked through the city. There were so few foreigners here; they could only be seen around the Celebration Square, where the major consulates were located. Elsewhere, the people coming and going were mostly local Balam.
They have brownish skin, black curly hair, and soft facial features. In the eyes of many people from the Northern Continent, people of the same gender only differ in height and weight, and they look quite similar.
These locals, both men and women, enjoy smoking East Balam tobacco, made by wrapping herbs directly in dried tobacco leaves. Along the way, Klein could often see residents puffing out smoke outside their homes by the roadside.
In addition, a large number of them would hang a fruit called "Dalawa" from their waists.
This fruit is about the size of two fists, with an extremely thick skin. After you dig a small hole in it and eat the flesh, you can use it to hold water, wine, or various other beverages.
According to Klein's observation, most of what they drank was orange-yellow "Guadal," which was sweet and sour, refreshing, thirst-quenching, and extremely invigorating.
"I haven't had a chance to try it before..." Klein muttered to himself, then found the guards on duty at the general's mansion and asked to see a man named Haggis.
Based on his Loen appearance and gentlemanly attire, the guard neither refused nor made things difficult for him, and assigned one of them to go in and call out a man who was not yet thirty.
The man's features and complexion were typical of Balam, but his slightly curly black hair was pulled straight and neatly combed back, seemingly imitating the upper class of various countries in the Northern Continent.
He was wearing a white shirt, a black waistcoat, and a very formal bow tie Dawn Dantès, he spoke in perfect Loenese:
"Good afternoon, I'm Haggis, it's an honor to meet you."
His accent was a bit fast, unlike any other language style in Loen.
Having lived in high society for some time, Klein wasn't surprised by this and smiled slightly:
"Good afternoon, I am Dawn Dantès. I didn't expect to meet a gentleman here who speaks fluently in the aristocratic Loen accent."
Haggis couldn't hide his smile:
"Many children from noble families in the Loen region came to West Balam seeking opportunities, and I was fortunate enough to learn the language from a few of them."
"Oh, maybe I know someone there." Klein wasn't in a hurry to talk business and exchanged pleasantries with the other party in a very gentlemanly manner.
Haggis laughed:
"My friend, Alfred Hall, is the second son of an earl."
Hall... Klein chuckled softly and said:
"I once met Earl Hall at a charity gala; he was a true aristocrat."
"What a small world!"
Haggis nodded in agreement:
"Perhaps it was Fate. It's a pity that Alfred was transferred to East Balam last year."
Without saying anything more, he immediately invited Dawn Dantès into the general's residence.
As he passed through the side door, Klein suddenly looked up and glanced at the various colored glass panes embedded in the door frame.
The glass shards shimmered with different lights under the sunlight, as if beams of light were moving around them.
P. S.: The word count is a bit low, it will be normal tomorrow.