On the ocean, pirates had three common hobbies — liquor, women, and gambling. Alger Wilson took out his silver pocket watch and opened it to take a look. He knew where he should go first to gather information.
It was a quarter past eleven, and the brothels and bars hadn't opened yet. Only the casinos were definitely filled with people who wanted to get rich easily.
Alger was more familiar with the port city of Bayam than his hometown town. He didn't stop to get his bearings as he smoothly made a few turns and arrived outside a casino that didn't have a signboard hanging in a secluded alley.
According to what he knew, the owner of this Gold Coin Casino was a gang leader with a deep background. He had an inexplicable but vague connection with that important figure in the governor-general's office. It was the first choice for many pirates to sell their loot and buy what they needed.
It was precisely because of this that pirates often appeared here. They might exchange their loot for thick gold pounds in the morning, only to be chased out at night after losing everything.
Alger tugged at his thick brown coat, pressed down on the cap that had been passed down from the mainland, pushed open the half-closed door, and entered the casino under the watchful eyes of the bodyguards.
Within the Kingdom of Rouen, casinos weren't allowed. They could only be attached to bars in the form of rooms. But in the kingdom's vast overseas colonies, not only were they legal, but they were also a pillar industry. Among them, the Rorsted Archipelago's Bayam and East Balam's Aleser were the most famous in this regard. Many tycoons from Baekeland and the Midseashire coast would specially head there to gamble.
Looking around, Alger saw all kinds of card games, as well as the roulette gambling that was derived from dice.
As it was still early, there weren't many gamblers. Alger quickly "browsed" them.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up as he acutely recognized the original identity of a certain disguised guy.
He took off his hat and walked to a Texas Hold 'em table. He patted his target on the shoulder, bent down, and whispered into his ear, "You're not going to be able to do that.
"Blazing."
Dhaniz, who was using his right hand to open the corner of his hidden card, nearly jumped up in fright when he heard the pat and shout. He immediately threw a ball of flames at the guy behind him.
After being attacked by Steel Maveti, he knew that he shouldn't use his true appearance to gather information. He would be targeted by greedy pirates.
Although most pirates weren't strong and Dhaniz didn't think much of them, he still didn't want to expose himself and cause a setback in his plan to hunt Steel Maveti.
What he didn't expect was that his meticulous disguise would be exposed an hour after he left the house.
Danitz tensed up as he quickly turned his head and glanced at the person who had "greeted" him from the corner of his eye.
When he saw the signature dark blue hair that resembled seaweed, Danitz heaved a sigh of relief and turned to see if his poker partners had heard him.
The gamblers were all focused on studying their cards. They either threw or covered their cards. They didn't notice what was happening here at all.
"Why are you here?" Dhaniz asked in a seemingly casual manner.
He had met Alger at the previous pirate convention. He knew that Alger had a ghost ship and about ten sailors. He was quite strong, but he wasn't famous.
And according to Vice Admiral Iceberg's judgment, for such a small pirate crew to be able to retain an ancient ghost ship, it meant that they had a powerful faction backing them. They might be from the Church of the Storm, or they might be related to some Pirate Lord or some secret organization. Usually, they would disguise themselves as ordinary pirates and gather intelligence on targets for true loyalists. It would make it easier for them to eliminate targets. At times, they would replace the faction behind the scenes to do things that were inconvenient for them to do, such as silencing or robbing them of certain special items.
There were many similar pirate crews, so no one would specially care about such matters.
Alger pulled a chair over and sat down. He tilted his head slightly and whispered, "What's the matter?
He turned his head slightly and whispered, "I heard that your captain obtained Death's Key?"
Danitz snorted disdainfully.
"I thought you still had your own brain, but I'm disappointed.
"How can something like that be so easily obtained?
"If you want it, we'll definitely sell it if you pay the right price!
"How about it? Do you want to consider this deal? "
Alger said casually, "Perhaps it has other secrets.
"Perhaps it has other secrets. Perhaps someone wants to deal with your captain."
"Who knows? Dogsh * t! "Dhaniz was infuriated by this new round of trump cards as he cursed loudly.
Then, he suppressed his voice and said, "That thing doesn't look like a human creation.
"That thing doesn't look like a human creation. It might belong to a giant or a demon."
"Creation? Your captain still insists on teaching you how to read? "Alger asked in amusement.
Rumor had it that Vice Admiral Iceberg was a lady with a strict attitude towards knowledge. She couldn't tolerate her subordinates being illiterate. Therefore, on the Golden Dream, there were general knowledge and reading classes every day. She forced the crew to take turns attending them.
Dhaniz revealed an expression as though he didn't want to recall it.
"It's much more difficult than fighting humans!
"It's precisely because of this that we can never recruit enough crew members. Every time we dock at a port to resupply, someone will resign …"
He didn't continue the topic. Instead, he looked at the dealer and said to himself,
He looked at the dealer and said, "Help me keep an eye on Steel's whereabouts."
Steel Maveti? The second mate of Admiral of Blood? Alger looked down at Blazing Danitz's left arm, which was slightly propped up by a splint, and asked in enlightenment, "What's going on?
He asked in enlightenment, "Attacked by him?
"For that key?"
"His brain has already been eaten by his zombie!" Dhaniz emphasized.
"You want revenge on him?" Alger guessed from his tone and request.
"Hehe." Dhaniz smiled without a word, as though he was focused on looking at his new trump card.
Alger recalled and said, "The last time your captain appeared was seven days ago near Sonia Island.
"The last time your captain appeared was seven days ago near Sonia Island. This was confirmed by a particular telegram. The Golden Dream won't arrive in Bayam that quickly.
"You have a new helper? If you were to rely on yourself, even if Steel was alone, you wouldn't be his match. And as you know, he has always been surrounded. "
In response to Alger's question, Dhaniz's response was to throw out a chip.
"Follow!"
"Who is it?" Alger first assumed that Dhaniz's attitude was tacit agreement, and he had the mentality that he wouldn't lose anything by asking.
Dhaniz stared at the public board and answered simply,
"You don't know him."
I don't know him? A person who has the strength to deal with Steel Maveti, be it a pirate or an adventurer, should have some fame at sea … Unless he belongs to some secret organization, or it's his first time out at sea. Of course, it's also possible that Dhaniz doesn't wish to answer, afraid of exposing his secret. That's the most likely possibility … Someone who belongs to some organization and is at sea for the first time has the strength to deal with Steel Maveti … Alger raised his eyelids slightly as he made a bold guess.
He tapped on the edge of the table and asked as if he was chatting about the weather,
"Did you have fun at Bansy Harbor?"
He emphasized the word "have fun."
Dhaniz turned his head in surprise and blurted out,
"How did you know?"
He believed that with the style of the Church of the Storm, it was impossible for them to expose a scandal. And the passengers of the White Agate had only arrived last night, and the people who had witnessed the entire process had all signed confidentiality agreements. How could the news spread so quickly?
Alger smiled without answering.
At this moment, he deeply understood the value of Rosell The Great's words:
Make bold assumptions and verify them carefully!
Dhaniz put away the chips he had won and mumbled, "It's not a big deal.
"It's not a big deal. There are some ancient customs being revived there, which led to the fall of a storm bishop."
As expected … Alger chuckled.
"I'll help you keep an eye on Steel's whereabouts.
"But how should I contact you?"
"Hmm … 15 Amyris Avenue is an uninhabited house. Just write the news on a piece of paper and throw it in," Dhaniz replied hesitantly.
Alger nodded, stood up, and patted Blazing Dhaniz on the shoulder.
"Don't forget the payment."
He turned around and walked to the door.
Watching the captain of the ghost ship leave, Dhaniz couldn't help but mutter,
"This guy isn't bad.
"However, I have to leave this place."
He didn't dare to fully trust Alger, afraid that in a few minutes, he would lead Steel Maveti and his men over.
After leaving the Gold Coin Casino, Alger, who was wearing a local baggy pants, slowly walked down the street and entered a department store. He found the corresponding counter and smiled as he took out a handful of brass pennies.
"Give me a deck of tarot cards."
While waiting, he suddenly thought of a question.
What is Mr. Fool's Blessed doing at this moment?
…
Inside Old John's Restaurant.
Klein watched as the waiter placed a plate of grilled fish in front of him. It was wrapped in something that resembled straw and covered with all sorts of spices that he recognized and didn't recognize.
The strong smell drilled into Klein's nose, greatly increasing his saliva production.
As expected of the Spice Archipelago … Just as Klein was about to pick up his knife and fork, he saw the waiter place two tree-like objects on the plate.
Chopsticks? Klein was a little alarmed.
Then, he quickly locked onto the suspect.
Rosell Gustav!
"When eating grilled stickleback fish, you have to use this kind of cutlery. It's said that Rosell The Great was inspired by elven customs," the waiter introduced.
Elven customs? As expected of a race that loves cooking and delicacies … Or rather, it's purely an excuse that Rosell came up with … Klein guessed, knowing a certain someone's personality well.
He had gone to a few missionary hospitals in Bayam in the morning, hoping to provide hospice care to some of the dying and help them fulfill their wishes. He also wanted to engage in in-depth acting, but he ultimately failed to find a suitable target.
This didn't mean that no one died in the hospital, but that they all had family members who were either by their side or had witnessed the death. If he were to continue acting, there would be no possibility of faking it. It would only have a frightening effect.
I'll take a stroll around the bar where adventurers gather. There are many foreigners who have come to the sea in pursuit of wealth. They might die in some dark corner like a stray dog that no one cares about, and their families will never receive any news … Klein reined in his thoughts and focused on the delicacies.
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