After sending the telegram and tidying up the table, White Shark Hamilton completely relaxed. He had the mood and ability to think about the details of the matter.
The first question that popped into his mind was:
"Where are the guards outside?"
He propped himself up with both hands and abruptly stood up. He walked to the door with heavy footsteps and pulled it open. He saw a few of his subordinates standing there in a crooked manner, cracking jokes related to women.
Hamilton was furious at first, but he quickly calmed down. His facial muscles twitched slightly as he pounded on the open door.
Dong!
The guards jumped in fright and instinctively turned their heads to look at the door.
"Boss …"
"Boss …"
When they saw who made the noise, they hurriedly stood up and began to speak.
White Shark silently took a deep breath and said,
"Did you see anyone enter my room just now?"
"Yes, Lardero. He said there was a situation downstairs." The guards were abnormally confused by this question. "Boss, you let him in …"
Just as he said that, they suddenly thought of another explanation.
They asked one after another, "Boss, was there a theft inside?"
Hamilton's expression sank as he shook his head.
"Don't let your mind wander!"
Creak! He retracted his body and closed the door, leaving the guards looking at each other, suspecting that their boss was drunk.
Inside the room, the tall and fat Hamilton frowned as he paced back and forth.
"Laldero, Laldero, they saw Laldero … That guy, that guy can transform into other people's appearance?" As a collaborator who helped pirates dispose of stolen goods and gather intelligence, White Shark Hamilton was no stranger to all kinds of rumors at sea. The first thing he thought of was the former Pirate Admiral Zillinges, who was said to be able to transform into anyone.
However, he soon thought of more things.
It might not necessarily be this kind of magical ability. If it's really close to the description in the rumors, illusions, suggestions, and mental manipulation can all be done.
"Hiss, something doesn't feel right. That guy just now looks gentle on the outside, but he's crazy on the inside, and he's terrifyingly strong. Why would he pretend to be my subordinate and call me 'boss' just to sneak in? Based on his character, he should have knocked out or killed everyone he saw along the way, walked to the door like he was taking a stroll, and then knocked on the door very politely!
If he didn't want to cause a huge commotion, leave behind too much information, or expose the secrets related to his Sequence, then he could've used a more covert method, such as climbing through the window …
"How contradictory … There's only one explanation for this contradiction. He's faking it!
"Disguise my personality, or disguise my strength? Or both of them? "
When he thought of this, Hamilton suddenly stopped and connected all the details.
"That guy is a newbie! His madness was an act! His strength was manifested by a particular mystical item!
"Yes, that must be the case!
"This is the only way to explain the contradictions. He didn't climb the outer walls and entered through the window because he's a low Sequence and isn't good at such matters. Mystical items aren't focused on such matters either … In order to successfully enter the room, he was willing to lower his head and address me as boss because he's purely relying on a mystical item. He doesn't have much confidence in himself, nor is he arrogant or crazy enough … He acted like a madman to match the effects of the mystical item to produce fear in others, creating pressure and asking for information.
"This can also perfectly explain why he left. The reason why he came to me is because he obtained a powerful mystical item. His ambitions were inflated, and he wanted to make a fortune by capturing and killing pirates. When he learned that I was working for Silver Coin Viper Oder and Admiral of Blood's intelligence officer, Old Quinn, and that it might involve Queen Mystic, he became afraid. He chose to leave after giving me a perfunctory explanation, not daring to kill anyone!"
The more White Shark Hamilton thought about it, the more he felt that he had found the truth. He hurriedly set up the radio, flipped through the codebook, and sent another piece of information, briefly describing his guess.
He believed that he hadn't been targeted by a hunter. What had happened before was purely a result of the inflated ambitions of a young man who had a fortuitous encounter. And for his target, he also gave the corresponding characteristics:
"Blond hair and blue eyes. Not crazy. He's even a little timid.
"Possesses a rather mystical item. Perhaps it can change his looks and figure, or perhaps it can create illusions and combine it with terror. The latter is more likely. In short, there's no way to know what he really looks like.
"A newbie without much experience. He's good at using items to disguise a powerful aura!
"He has a certain level of understanding of me. He doesn't seem like a foreigner who's coming to Damir Harbor for the first time."
Tap. Tap. Tap. Hamilton stopped his fingers and leaned back in satisfaction, causing the chair to creak.
The corners of his mouth curled up bit by bit, as though he could already see the outcome of that bastard.
"A guy with a very low Sequence who possesses a powerful mystical item won't have a good ending at sea. Many greedy sharks will swarm towards him!
"When the time comes, I won't have to worry about my problems being exposed!"
…
The harbor was rather quiet under the night sky. After leaving Flying Fish and Wine, Klein circled into the distance. He first sped up before slowing down, gradually entering a stroll.
After confirming that no one was following him, he passed through a dark area and changed his face back to Gehrman Sparrow's. He tucked the hem of his shirt into his trousers.
Combing his sideburns, Klein took out his gold-rimmed glasses and placed them on the bridge of his nose. There was a hint of coldness in his refined appearance.
He began to rely on the stars to determine his direction and return to where the White Agate was docked.
As he walked, he chuckled softly. As the cold wind blew against his face, he leisurely thought,
I hope that Great White Shark isn't that stupid and can see the flaws I left behind …
The persona he had created for tonight's "visitor" was that of a rookie adventurer who didn't have much experience and would make mistakes. As for this person, he knew Damir Harbor and White Shark very well. He had a coveted mystical item on him, and he was dizzy from the immense power. He appeared to be a little crazy.
Klein's original idea was that pirates roamed the seas, making it difficult for even the navy to find them. If he could obtain more accurate information from White Shark, he could obviously visit him directly. If that didn't work, he could use this identity as bait to attract pirates who knew their stuff to a predetermined location and complete the preliminary hunt.
After discovering that White Shark could contact Admiral of Blood's intelligence officer, Old Quinn, Klein's plan was perfected. It was to obtain the password and frequency band, monitor the corresponding situation, grasp the target's movements, and interfere with divination. Then, at the most appropriate moment, he would use the combination of a powerful mystical item and a weak adventurer as bait to catch a few big fish.
The problem now is that I don't have a listening device … It's basically impossible to buy one at sea … As The World, I can ask Justice or Miss Magicians to help me purchase a set in Baekeland and use a sacrificial method to "deliver" it … This is the advantage of the Tarot! With this in mind, Klein felt wistful.
Seeing that the White Agate was in sight, he quickened his pace slightly and discovered that Donna's family, Cleves, and the others were returning from another street.
Cleves greeted him with a nod, and when they officially met, he said in a low voice, "Don't worry.
When they officially met, he said in a low voice, "I heard that someone caused trouble at Flying Fish and Wine?"
You're very well-informed. You're quite familiar with Damir Harbor … The corners of Klein's mouth curled up as he calmly replied,
"All I did was teach two cheats a lesson."
Cleves's brows twitched slightly, suddenly feeling that his judgment of Gehrman Sparrow was somewhat wrong.
After observing and interacting with him previously, he believed that although this young adventurer was a little sharp, reserved, and cold, he was still someone who smiled, was polite, and knew when to advance and retreat. But now, he was a little uncertain. He only felt that in the depths of this young adventurer's heart, there might be a flame of madness hidden.
At this moment, Donna's father interrupted and asked,
"Mr. Cleves, who is this?"
"A colleague, Gehrman Sparrow," Cleves introduced simply.
Klein smiled politely and extended his right palm.
"It's an honor to meet you. If you need to hire servants in the future and can't find Cleves and company, you can consider me."
"No problem. I hope you're as strong and professional as them!" Donna's father shook Klein's hand warmly and introduced himself. "Urdi Branch."
Just as Klein released his hand and retreated, his spiritual perception was triggered. He felt that there was a slight abnormality in the gift box carried by the Branch family's servants.
He quietly activated his Spirit Vision and discovered that the gift box contained strips of cured meat. However, the surface of the cured meat was very red, very white, and very black, as though it was something from the spirit world.
It has the aura of the spirit world, but it's basically harmless … This cured meat is very special … Klein was surprised.
Noticing his gaze, Donna's father laughed.
"This is a specialty of Damir Harbor. In the middle of the island, there's an extinct volcano, and there are a few cracks in the surrounding caves. Natural hot winds blow through, and the cured meat can be dried there, giving it a wonderful and unique flavor. It can be used as a gift for friends.
"Mr. Sparrow, if you wish to buy some, it's still not too late."
Unique flavor? Taste of the spirit world? Klein roughly understood what was going on.
According to the theory of mysticism, the spirit world and the World completely overlapped but did not interfere with each other. One had to rely on extraordinary power to break the separation, but this situation was not absolute. There were places in the world where the spirit world was too strong and could vaguely affect reality.
In such an area, the dead could easily turn into water ghosts, zombies, and so on. There was also a high chance of supernatural incidents occurring in the residences.
There should be a similar situation in the underground cave of Damir Harbor, but it wasn't serious and didn't cause any abnormalities. It only gave the cured meat a unique flavor … There's no problem if you don't eat a lot of it at once … Klein replied with a smile,
"I'm not interested in bacon."
It was only at this moment that he confirmed that the cured meat the bartender had given him was a normal breed and not a special one.
At that moment, the boy, Denton, pointed at the moon in the sky.
"So red!"
"Yeah!" Donna nodded in agreement.
So red? Klein looked up and felt that the Crimson Moon tonight was no different from usual.
Because children's spirits are relatively pure, after eating this kind of cured meat and being tainted with the aura of the Spirit World, they possess a temporary level of Spirit Vision? Would the children on this island be in a similar situation? Heh heh, this might be the source of the folklore of Damir Harbor … Klein examined it and found the answer.
The group strolled back to the side of the ship, followed the gangway, and went up to the deck.
Klein bade them farewell and headed for the second-class cabin.
Suddenly, his heart stirred, and he activated his Spirit Vision again.
He saw the huge skeleton messenger appear in front of him and throw a letter down.
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