Donna's body jerked back, her pupils constricting violently. Her mouth was half-open, and the scream was already at the tip of her lips.
If she hadn't seen the messenger before, she definitely wouldn't have been able to control herself. She would've staggered to her feet in horror, not caring if the tables and chairs would topple over.
Fortunately, she was no longer the little girl who didn't know anything about the sea when she first boarded the White Agate. Her voice only sharpened slightly as she pointed outside the window and stammered,
"T-there's a zombie!
"A headless zombie!"
She used the most common zombie in folklore to describe the terrifying thing she had just seen.
Cecil stood up and took two steps to Donna's side. He looked out the window in confusion at the strong wind and carefully examined it for a few seconds.
"There's nothing," she said truthfully.
Donna shrank back, mustered her courage, and carefully leaned forward. She moved closer, only to see the trees outside swaying, debris flying everywhere, and not a single pedestrian in sight.
"H-there really was a zombie just now. H-he was wearing a black cloak. He had no head, and his neck was bleeding!" Donna said as she gestured, wanting the adults present to believe her.
Her father, Urdi Branch, stood up with his hands on the table, walked to the window, and stared for a while.
"Donna, you're not allowed to read that Van's Horror Stories again tonight!"
"But, but …" Donna wanted to defend herself, aggrieved.
At that moment, Cleves came up to the second floor and approached.
"What happened?"
"Donna said she saw a zombie outside, a headless zombie," another bodyguard, Teague, explained with a chuckle.
Cleves was silent for two seconds before nodding at Donna.
"It's fine. It'll pass.
"It's very windy outside, and it's even more dangerous. We'll leave when it calms down."
In Donna's eyes, Uncle Cleves's words indicated that he believed in her and had chosen the safest solution. But in the eyes of Urdi, Teague, and the others, this was a clumsy ploy to comfort a child.
Seeing that Donna was still a little nervous and that his real employer wasn't satisfied, Cleves pulled out a chair and sat down.
"There's a strange custom in Bansy Harbor. On nights when the weather changes drastically, don't leave the house and don't respond to any knocking."
"If you open the door, you'll be taken away by that zombie?" Denton, who had seen the skeleton messenger with his sister, asked in enlightenment.
"You can understand it that way." Cleves picked up the glass of water and took a sip.
So that's how it is … Donna settled down, believing that as long as she didn't leave the restaurant, she wouldn't encounter that terrifying zombie.
It was only at this moment that she realized that the surrounding diners had already turned their gazes over because of the commotion here.
Donna, who was being stared at, felt uncomfortable all over. She instinctively wanted to lower her head and hide from everything.
I didn't do anything wrong! I really saw it! Donna stiffened her neck stubbornly and looked around.
She saw the gentlemen in swallow-tailed suits and the beautiful ladies in dresses retract their gazes. She saw them lower their heads, pick up the soup ladles, and scoop the dark red blood clots in the porcelain bowls with several spices into their mouths.
Their lips were stained with blood, and their faces looked rather pale under the light of the crystal chandelier. The stark contrast between the two made Donna feel an inexplicable sense of panic.
She quickly turned her head and waited for dinner. She secretly prayed to the Goddess that the strong wind would stop soon.
…
Bansy Harbor Telegraph Office.
Erland and the first mate had just finished taking pictures of the information for the navy when they heard the howling wind outside, and the nearby doors and windows were rattling.
"Seriously, the weather here is always so unstable." Erland put on his boat-shaped hat and sighed with a smile.
His first mate, Harris, laughed heartily.
"Why else would it have the title 'Weather Museum'?"
"You'd better not go out. Legend has it that you'll lose your head because of this," a staff member at the telegraph office, a lady with curly brown hair, slowly reminded them.
"I know, but I've tried a few times, and nothing happened." Harris didn't mind at all as he pulled the door open and left.
Erland stopped him and thought for a moment.
"It's fine to go to the cathedral next door, right?
"Your telegraph office should be closing soon, right?"
"No problem." The lady with curly brown hair was still as slow as ever.
Erland nodded and opened the telegraph office's door. Against the strong wind that could sweep up a child, he walked with difficulty towards the Storm cathedral dozens of meters away.
The first mate, Harris, pressed down on his hat and followed beside the captain, as though he wanted to express the thought of rushing straight back to the White Agate.
But the moment he opened his mouth, the strong wind poured into his mouth, and all his voice was stuffed back.
After stammering for a while, he wisely shut his mouth and stopped making an obviously unrealistic suggestion.
There was still 15 minutes before seven, so it could only be considered evening. The door to the Storm cathedral was still open, facing the believers.
The strong wind became much gentler when it came here. At the very least, Erland and Harris didn't need to worry that their hats would abandon them at any moment.
After entering the cathedral and walking down the dark and strict aisle, the two of them stepped into the prayer hall. They saw a man in a dark blue priest robe sitting in the front row, quietly looking at the huge Storm Sacred Emblem on the altar that was formed from the symbols of wind, waves, and lightning.
Erland smiled as he approached and patted the familiar figure on the shoulder.
"Jess, where's your bishop?"
After being patted, the priest's head clearly shook.
Then, it fell forward and fell to the ground with a thud, rolling continuously.
Blood gushed out from the priest's neck like a fountain, drenching Erland's face.
A cold and wet feeling entered his heart, and the bright red color blinded Erland's eyes.
All that was left in his vision was the blood-red World, as well as the head that had finally stopped rolling and was looking up with its eyes in a daze.
...
At 7: 15, when Klein and Dhaniz came out of the first-class dining hall, they realized that the strong wind that had rocked the ship had calmed down significantly.
After thinking for two seconds, Klein walked all the way to the cabin entrance and asked the crew member guarding there,
"Who else hasn't returned?"
The crew member had seen this passenger enjoy the delicious murloc meat with the captain, so he didn't hide anything.
"Apart from the Branch family and Timothy family who went to the Green Lemon Restaurant, the other passengers returned before the wind rose. Heh heh, that place is rather far, and the meal time is rather long.
"Ah yes, the captain and the first mate went to the telegraph office and haven't returned yet."
Klein nodded indiscernibly and silently returned to Room 312.
He stood by the window and looked at the waves that were stirred up by the wind. Even if he didn't go to the mysterious space above the gray fog for a divination, he could vaguely sense that something bad was brewing and happening just by relying on his spiritual intuition.
After waiting for another five minutes, he still didn't see Captain Erland and Donna's family return.
Klein turned his head to glance at Dhaniz, making the famous pirate, who was lounging in the reclining chair, sit up straight.
Klein retracted his gaze and walked into the bathroom without a word.
He skillfully closed the door, pulled out a paper figurine, and disguised himself. He then went above the gray fog and prepared to do another divination.
Previously, he had been considering the potential risks of Bansy Harbor, but now that the wind had risen, he planned on confirming the current level of danger.
"Bansy Harbor is in danger."
Klein held the spirit pendulum and chanted softly.
After repeating it over and over again, he opened his eyes and discovered that although the topaz pendant was spinning clockwise, it wasn't very fast.
There's danger, but it's within an acceptable range … This contradicts the previous revelation … Klein propped his elbows on the edge of the long bronze table and muttered to himself in puzzlement.
He quickly thought of a possibility. The current danger didn't equal the hidden risk. Unless something was triggered, or something was investigated in depth, it would cause the iceberg hidden beneath the sea surface to appear.
This hidden risk might have existed for three or four hundred years, or even longer. It's not because of my arrival … Hmm, the current danger might not even have anything to do with the hidden risk. Unfortunately, I lack the necessary information, so I can't make a divination based on this conjecture … After finishing his interpretation, Klein quickly returned to the real World, left the bathroom, and found a chair to sit down on.
He was silent, hesitant, and didn't move for a long time. This made Blazing Dhaniz feel inexplicably uneasy.
Ever since German Sparrow mentioned that there was a hidden danger in Bansy Harbor, this famous pirate had been a little worried.
The danger that can make this monster change his mind and not go to the Green Lemon Restaurant must be very terrifying … Why is my vacation so miserable? I'm practically plagued by bad luck! Dhaniz couldn't sit still due to the nearly frozen atmosphere. All he could do was stand up and pace back and forth.
At this moment, he saw the monster, German Sparrow, suddenly stand up. As he buttoned up his double-breasted frock coat, he walked to the coat rack by the door.
Taking off his half top hat, Klein looked at Blazing and said expressionlessly, "You're free."
"Ah?" Dhaniz found it surreal.
"Ah?" Danitz found it surreal.
He blurted out in surprise, "You're going to save that captain and those ordinary people?
"Y-you said that it's dangerous outside!"
Klein put on his half top hat and picked up his black hardwood cane.
Klein wore his half top hat and picked up his black hardwood cane. As he twisted the doorknob, he calmly replied, "That's right.
"They helped me keep the secret.
"They kept my secret.
"He treated me to mermaid meat.
"He helped me pay for Great White's losses."
Dhaniz couldn't react for a moment.
"How much was the compensation?"
"A few soli." Klein opened the door and walked out.
Lunatic! This guy was a complete lunatic! Whether it was to others or to himself, he was a madman! Dhaniz's mouth was half open, unable to form a word.
Fortunately, I am a normal person! I will stay in a safe place! Dhaniz retracted his gaze and thought in a half-mocking, half-joyful manner.
Just as he finished his thought, the wind came again. The glass windows creaked and the candles in the room swayed.
Looking at this dark and surging scene, Dhaniz suddenly thought of a question.
The ship was docked at the port, which was also considered a part of Bansy Harbor. It was not safe, and there were risks involved!
Rather than staying here alone, I might as well follow that monster. At the very least, he's very powerful! Dhaniz's body moved faster than his brain. He ran out of Room 312 and finally caught up to Klein before he left the cabin.
Klein turned his head and glanced at him. Although he didn't say a word, the question was very obvious.
Dhaniz hurriedly laughed.
"I'll be mocked by all the pirates on the Sonia Sea if I choose to retreat from such a small danger!"
Excuse … Klein didn't expose him. He borrowed a lantern from the crewman at the door.
With the dim lantern in hand and a hardwood cane in hand, he walked along the side of the ship and entered the dark harbor.
As Dhaniz lamented, he followed closely beside him.
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