Ding!
With a soft sound, the coin rolled down and landed on Klein's palm.
Klein looked down to see if it was the front or the back. He spun on his heel and smoothly turned into a secluded and dark alley.
The wind by the sea was cold and fierce, and the convection produced in such a terrain made his woolen coat fly backward unconsciously, and almost made his half top hat fall off.
Suddenly, Klein stopped in his tracks, turned around, and said in a deep voice,
"Come out."
His eyes were sharp as he stared at the shadow around the corner.
After four to five seconds of silence, a figure 'grew' out of the darkness and chuckled.
"You're very sharp."
It was a man in a black cloak. He looked to be in his thirties. His eyebrows were burnt yellow, and his eyes were dark blue but bright. His facial features were not too deep. He seemed to be from the southern part of Intis, Lenburg, and Segar.
As soon as he saw him, images flashed through Klein's mind.
When he entered the Flying Fish and Wine Bar, he looked around professionally to see if there was anyone he needed to pay attention to.
Back then, the answer was no. The other party was drinking and watching from the sidelines. He was no different from the other guests, and his looks weren't anything special. However, the black cloak left a certain impression on him, allowing him to instantly recognize the stalker.
"What do you want?" Klein, who was maintaining his persona, slightly lowered his back, like a giant feline that was ready to pounce.
The cloaked man laughed again.
"The fighting techniques and methods you displayed just now fit my taste very well. I chased after you to ask if you're interested in joining us?
"Although that fellow named Logan is indeed impersonating Ludwell's informant, White Shark Hamilton really has connections with many pirates and plays a dishonorable role. You beat up one of his men in his bar, so he will definitely remember it. There will definitely be trouble in the future, and I can help you resolve this problem.
"You are an adventurer, so you must be dreaming of treasures. We, on the other hand, are a group of companions who have gathered together to search for treasures. We are chasing legends such as' Specter Empire ',' Solomon's Legacy ',' Secrets of the Fountain of Youth ',' Death's Key ',' The Sunken Laurel ', and' Rosell's Hidden Treasures'. We have traversed the five seas, and although we have yet to accomplish one of our main goals, we have found many missing pirate ships. Hehe, this sounds similar to what the rat said just now, right?"
He cleared his throat and said,
"To be frank, we are a group of pirates, a pirate crew formed by adventurers. However, we only plunder merchant ships and passenger ships when we are especially poor. Furthermore, we won't harm the innocent. Our main focus is on searching for treasures, and we often reap rewards. Seriously, I've once slept on a bed made of gold coins. If we encounter other pirate ships, we will also strike them down in passing to obtain supplies.
"By the way, our captain has stipulated that we have to explain our principles and remuneration before we recruit newcomers."
Principles? Your captain is quite interesting … Klein deliberately softened his tense expression to probe if the man would take the opportunity to attack.
The cloaked man smiled in a relaxed manner.
"That was the principles. Next, I'll talk about remuneration."
This fellow sure is confident … Although he isn't a Spectator, Klein could tell that he was extremely confident. He didn't think anything of the situation before him.
"We don't have a weekly salary or an annuity, but as long as we find treasures or plunder riches, we will distribute them according to our status. Under normal circumstances, when our luck isn't bad, the lowest-ranking sailor will receive two to three hundred pounds a year. I heard that on land, this is equivalent to property? Heh heh, if we can find the Sunken Laurel, all of us will become tycoons! " The cloaked man casually introduced. "According to our status, there will be different days of leave every month, but they can only be accumulated together, with staggered breaks."
As he spoke, he suddenly cursed softly, "Dogsh * t.
The year before last, we missed the best opportunity to find the Specter Empire because our captain was on leave! "
Pirates have annual leave? Klein was momentarily surprised.
He felt that the pirate crew described by the man exuded a strong sense of humor. It reminded him of a Somali pirate recruitment advertisement he had seen in his previous life.
Seeing that the man seemed to be frightened by his words, the cloaked man smiled and added,
"As an adventurer, are you still pursuing the legendary powers that transcend nature?
"As long as you join us, you will have the chance to obtain them!"
Having said that, he coughed and said,
"I forgot to introduce myself."
His expression turned serious and was no longer as humorous as before.
"Subordinate of Iceberg Edwina Edwards, the Golden Dream's fourth boatswain, Blazing Dhaniz."
After reporting his nickname, real name, and identity, Dhaniz patiently waited for the other party to show a panicked and fearful expression.
After a second, he heard the adventurer, who looked polite but acted a little crazily, speak in a deep voice.
"Blazing Dhaniz with a bounty of 3,000 pounds?"
Just as Dhaniz was about to answer, he suddenly had the illusion that the person standing in the dark alley had turned into an indescribable, hungry monster that was drooling over his soul and flesh.
Dhaniz abruptly clenched his fists. His body lost its previous ease and was so tense that he was actually trembling slightly.
His spiritual sense told him that he was facing an abyss full of madness and bloodlust!
In this state, Dhaniz had no idea how much time had passed until the man spoke again.
"Why are you here?"
"I-I'm on vacation …" Blazing Dhaniz's dignity didn't allow him to answer the question, but his instincts made him spit out a reason.
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the other party retract her gaze, and the hunger that wanted to gnaw at his flesh and soul disappeared.
He stood in his spot and watched as the young adventurer in a black coat and half top hat turned around and walked to the other side of the alley. Just as he was about to turn a corner, he stopped and turned his head to the side.
"Where's Jaws?"
"H-he lives at 1 Seawall Avenue, but he spends most of his time on the second floor of Flying Fish and Wine. It's the same today," Blazing Dhaniz answered the man's question truthfully.
When the figure disappeared into the distance, Dhaniz straightened his back and pulled down his cloak.
"A terrifying fellow …" He sighed silently.
Then, he regained his train of thought and muttered to himself,
"I have to inform Captain that there's a terrifying fellow in the sea.
"This is a fellow who looks like a gentleman on the outside, but he's a lunatic on the inside. If I don't have the determination and confidence to kill him, it's best not to deal with him."
Dhaniz pulled up the hood of his black cloak and decided to return to the hotel to sleep. He would wait for the telegraph office to open tomorrow morning so that he could pass the message to his contact in the Rorsted Archipelago.
As for what would happen to Jaws, he didn't care at all.
...
At the corner of another secluded street, Klein stood in the shadows, looking down at the black glove on his left hand.
He discovered that although Mr. Aztec had sealed Creeping Hunger to a certain extent, its desire for flesh and soul still existed in its essence, and it was attempting to show itself.
Under normal circumstances, Klein wasn't worried that anything would happen to the sealed item, but when he had the urge to kill, he would be affected accordingly, causing the hunger that could backfire on him to spread out.
Just now, when he heard that the other party was a famous pirate with a bounty on his head, killing intent instantly arose in his heart, causing Creeping Hunger to become active like a fish that had found water.
Fortunately, Klein had always had good self-control in this aspect. From the other party's previous words, he could tell that he wasn't a sinful pirate, so he easily restrained the impulse in his heart.
With Creeping Hunger, there's no loophole in the German Sparrow's persona … Klein paused for a few seconds, took out a gold coin, and did two divinations. The first was to see if Blazing Dhaniz was lying, and the second was to see if White Shark Hamilton could cause any harm to him.
The first revelation he received indicated that there was no need for Blazing Dhaniz to lie, and the second indicated that White Shark Hamilton couldn't cause any harm.
Klein put away the gold coin, and as he pressed down on his hat, he slid his palm down and caressed his face.
He instantly changed his appearance. He had blond hair, blue eyes, and ordinary facial features!
Right on the heels of that, Klein unbuttoned his coat and pulled up his shirt so that it wasn't tucked into his pants.
After a simple change of clothes, Klein, who didn't bring his cane, broke out in sweat. His lips were dry as he identified the direction and returned to the Flying Fish and Wine Bar!
Along the way, he met Blazing Dhaniz again. The other party only glanced at him before retracting his gaze and walking to the inn on the other side of the bar.
After examining the bounty wall, Klein calmly reached out, pushed open the door, and walked in.
At that moment, it had been less than ten minutes since he escaped.
Inside the bar, most of the customers had dispersed, but there were still many drunkards who surrounded the area to watch the commotion.
Their gazes were cast at the new customer, but they retracted them one after another. Klein arrived at the bar counter without any obstruction.
He saw the bartender standing beside a fatty with a terrified look in his eyes. His forehead was wrapped in a thick white bandage, and his nostrils were stuffed with soft tissue. His face was bruised.
The fatty was tall and large. His skin was fair, as though he was a great white shark that had swum onto land.
He touched his shiny bald head and said to Erland, who was wearing a dark red coat and a captain's straight sword.
"Someone told me that you know that guy from before?
"There are only three passenger ships that have arrived at the port today. There won't be many unfamiliar foreigners. Don't try to lie!"
Erland patted the hilt of his sword and smiled in a relaxed manner.
"Yes, he's my passenger.
"But today's problem is clearly your personal safety."
"That's why I only wish for him to return here and apologize to me and compensate for the damage to the bar counter," the tall fatty said with a frown.
Erland laughed.
"White Shark, there's a saying in my hometown. Don't hate a stray dog that passes by just because of a rat in a warehouse."
"… The Just Erland, is that your attitude?" White Shark Hamilton narrowed his eyes.
Erland held the wooden handle of his pistol, took a step forward, and said in a deep voice, "Yes, that's my attitude.
"Yes, this is my attitude!"
Captain is very domineering … Klein was slightly surprised by Erland's performance.
After silently looking at each other for a few seconds, White Shark Hamilton took a deep breath and said, "You once helped me.
I don't need to apologize, but he has to compensate half of the losses. You'll pass it on to him. "
"That's a good suggestion." Erland smiled.
White Shark Hamilton's face darkened as he looked around.
He suddenly waved his hand and slapped the bartender's face.
The bartender flew out, losing a few teeth.
Five meters away, Klein watched quietly, as though none of this had anything to do with him.
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