By the time he left 47 Blackhorn Street, Klein had already figured out Wendt's basic situation.
This was what he had learned from his neighbors after changing his appearance and disguising himself as a police officer.
Symeem Island, the farthest island in the Rorsted Archipelago. It takes four to five hours to take a liner from Bayam. Furthermore, there are only two liners a day, at nine in the morning and ten in the morning. I've already missed it today … Wendt's parents are long dead, and he doesn't have any relatives. The only person involved is a girl he can't forget, Raini. She's the best person for his first real role. It's suitable for a rookie like me, but it still feels awkward to confess on Wendt's behalf … If that girl agrees … F * ck, how am I going to clean up this mess … Klein thought with a troubled expression.
He tried hard to recall the movies and TV series he had read and watched, hoping to come up with the perfect solution.
Soon, he had a general idea, and his mood stabilized. His thoughts began to shift to Steel Maveti's matter.
I hope Miss Magicians can get a radio transceiver as soon as possible … Klein sighed silently as he got into a rental carriage.
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Baekeland, Cherwood Borough.
Fors opened the letter Xio had brought back.
It was from the science fiction writer, Aville, who was happy to share the development and application prospects of radio technology with Ms. Wall.
Fors skipped the beginning and middle as she swept her gaze to the end.
"He introduced three models, with detailed addresses and approximate prices. The most expensive one is only 12 pounds." Fors nodded slightly, feeling that this wasn't a very important business deal.
She suddenly felt a little inflated. Perhaps it was because she was used to seeing transactions of hundreds or thousands of pounds in the Tarot, so she didn't think much of an item worth around ten pounds.
Mr. World has the resources and the financial resources. She might need to buy items from him in the future. To sell something I don't need, well, I'll just add the postage fee, the carriage fee, and the cost of the ritual materials to the original price … Fors quickly made up her mind as she subconsciously looked out the window.
Baekeland was still gloomy and drizzling, but the fog was not as thick as before.
"I wonder when Sun's Spirit Eater stomach pouch will arrive …" Fors felt that she could not wait to level up.
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City of Silver, Berg family.
Derrick had already prepared the Spirit Eater's stomach pouch and the few ingredients specified by Mr. The Hanging Man, but he wasn't in a hurry to sacrifice it to Mr. Fool.
He planned to wait a little longer until the 'Chief' led the exploration team out or presided over certain rituals before making the corresponding attempt.
"This is the safest and most reliable way … Hmm, be careful, be careful!" He then flipped open the "Giant King's Court Book of Blackrock: A Handwritten Collection."
Recently, he had been reading this ancient book. From it, he managed to catch a glimpse of the Giant King's Court from ancient times.
According to the ancient texts, it was the Divine Royal Court!
Time seemed to have frozen there. It was always dusk, and all the buildings were extremely grand and magnificent. They even towered into the clouds.
When humans walked inside, they felt extremely small and insignificant. They would respect such a scene and the owner of the scene from the bottom of their hearts.
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Baekeland, Hillston Borough, Waymandy's house.
After listening to the explanation, Emlyn White combed his hair and deliberately asked, "Lord Baron, I forgot where I heard of it.
"Lord Baron, I've forgotten where I've heard of it. In the Second Epoch or the first half of the Third Epoch, there was a very famous city called the City of Silver."
Waymandy was a Vampire Baron. He was more than 200 years old, but he didn't look old at all. Instead, he looked like a mature man in his early thirties.
His black hair was neatly combed back, and he wore a dark red cotton shirt. He held a coffee-colored pipe in his hand, and as he enjoyed the warmth of the fireplace, he said in thought, "No.
At least in my memories, there was no City of Silver before the Cataclysm. "
Without waiting for Emlyn to rejoice, he continued as though he was talking to himself.
"However, there was a Nation of Silver that was originally ruled by the Giant King's Court. It later belonged to that person."
Nation of Silver? Emlyn White thought for a moment and said, "That's right.
"Lord Baron, do you have any more details?"
Waymandy looked up at him and recalled with a smile, "The Nation of Silver had a rather special status in the Giant King's Court.
They didn't directly worship the Giant King, Aurmir. Instead, they believed in the Queen of the Giant King's Court, Omebella. "
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City of Generosity, Bayam, dock area, Sour Lemon Street, Wind of Azure Hotel.
Klein stood at the corner of the street, took off the topaz pendant on his left wrist, and used divination to confirm that there was no danger ahead.
With a sense of confidence, he slowly walked back to the hotel, went up to the third floor, and opened the door to the luxurious suite.
He was slightly surprised to see Blazing Dhaniz already back. He was slumped in a reclining chair, drinking.
After considering his tone, Klein calmly asked, "What time is it?"
"Isn't there a wall clock?" Dhaniz mumbled.
"Isn't there a wall clock?" Danitz muttered.
He looked at the opposite wall and read out the current time.
Before he could finish his sentence, Dhaniz suddenly jolted awake.
Before he could finish his sentence, Dhaniz suddenly jolted to his senses. He sat up straight and laughed dryly.
"I've asked around, and I've asked around. There's no need to stay outside any longer. It will increase the risk of exposure and affect your hunting plans!"
Klein found a chair to sit down on and said expressionlessly, "That's right.
He said with a deadpan expression, "Tell me what happened."
"What problem could there be? Although I'm mainly an adventurer who pursues treasures, I'm also a qualified part-time pirate. "Dhaniz felt that his abilities had been insulted.
After being coldly swept by Gehrman Sparrow, he forced a smile again. He recounted where he had gone in the morning and afternoon, who he had met, what news he had heard, and roughly what they had talked about. He picked out the key points and briefly reviewed them.
Upon hearing Dhaniz sigh that a ghost ship captain named Alger knew about what happened at Bansy Harbor, Klein suddenly wanted to frown.
With Mr. The Hanging Man's relationship with the Church of the Storm, he wasn't aware of what had happened at Bansy Harbor before I controlled The World to mention it. How could this Alger know? Could it be someone with a higher standing in the Church of the Storm, a powerhouse disguised as a pirate, or someone related to the cultists at Bansy Harbor? Hmm … Mr. The Hanging Man has always been active in these waters. I can't rule out the possibility that it's him … Klein's heart stirred as he recalled the characteristics of The Hanging Man.
Above the gray fog, although he couldn't see the members' exact appearances, he could tell at a glance if they were men or women or what their hair color was!
Klein raised his hand and pressed down, stopping Danitz from continuing. He said in a deep voice, "Don't worry.
He said in a deep voice, "Messy hair, dark blue?"
"You know him? This fellow isn't simple! "Dhaniz said with a sigh.
Indeed … Heh heh, I never expected to encounter him like this … Klein didn't respond as he leaned forward.
"Continue."
Dhaniz didn't think too much about it as he roughly described what had happened and defended himself.
"You know, when it comes to gathering information, no one can be sure when they will get something. After looking for all the people they can find, the only thing they can do is to wait patiently. This will definitely take a certain amount of time, and it won't be short."
"There's another way. There's no need to wait," Klein deliberately said calmly.
"What way?" Dhaniz asked in surprise.
Klein nudged his gold-rimmed glasses as the corners of his mouth curled up bit by bit.
"Use bait."
Bait? Dhaniz looked at him, momentarily puzzled.
In the blink of an eye, he came to a realization.
He was the only one who could be bait!
And when it came to fishing, no one cared if the bait would really be swallowed. All they cared about was whether they could pull the prey up!
To put it simply, "bait" was a high-risk species!
Haha, this isn't a good idea. Yes, my intuition tells me that there should be something at the Red Theater. I'll go take a look now! Dhaniz took his coat and eagerly rushed out the door.
Klein originally wanted to follow Blazing from afar to see if he could find any clues, but he suddenly heard layers of illusory pleas.
It came from a man.
Klein paused in thought, turned, and walked into the bathroom.
About ten seconds later, he appeared above the gray fog and saw the crimson star that corresponded to The Hanged Man constantly expanding and contracting.
As expected … Klein sat down, leaned back in his chair, and emanated his spirituality.
The Hanging Man's voice suddenly became clear.
"Honorable Mr. Fool, I'm investigating the matter regarding Vice Admiral Iceberg's key and met Blazing Dhaniz at the Gold Coin Casino. From him, I learned that he was one of the parties involved in the incident at Bansy Harbor. Furthermore, he plans on joining forces with a powerhouse to deal with Steel Maveti.
"I suspect that Blazing Dhaniz is working with your Blessed, so I'm praying to you.
"If it's indeed the case, and he wishes to receive a certain level of cooperation, I can provide some help."
Mr. The Hanging Man has indeed guessed the identity of German Sparrow … He probably only has some suspicions. By asking about the incident at Bansy Harbor, he successfully obtained confirmation from Dhaniz … That's good too. With the help of a local tyrant like him, the plan to hunt Steel Maveti will be much smoother … Unless I can directly strike The Fool, it's meaningless for The Hanging Man to scam his Blessed … And from his performance and attitude, he doesn't have any suspicions about The Fool … I didn't leave any loopholes … Klein's thoughts raced as he quickly made a decision.
After the divination, he conjured World and made the fake person shrouded in fog. He made a praying posture and replied in a deep voice,
"Honorable Mr. Fool, I happen to be in need of some cooperation."
After completing this scene, he threw the information into the crimson star that symbolized The Hanged Man, along with the audio tape and images.
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