Bounty … The muscles on Dhaniz's cheeks twitched as he forced a smile, pretending that he wasn't Blazing and that he didn't mind it at all.
After Erland left, he suddenly turned around and said to German Sparrow, "I think we should switch to another hotel.
"I think we should change hotels. No, it's best we leave Bayam as soon as possible!"
If I were to carry a bounty of more than 5,000 pounds, I wouldn't be safe anywhere I go! Those pirates and adventurers who were originally on the same level as me would definitely swarm over like sharks that have smelled blood! Prey that has the ability to resolve it and can prove that they have a high bounty is always very popular. It's no less than a treasure trove! Danitz suppressed even more of his shouts to the back of his mind.
Klein didn't agree or object as he slowly revealed a smile.
"Are you worried that your bounty is too high?"
Dhaniz nodded heavily, feeling as though the lunatic German Sparrow had finally spoken.
"Other than hiding, there's another solution," Klein said as he walked to the coat rack.
"What is it?" Dhaniz asked subconsciously.
Klein took off his half top hat and put it on his head.
"Raise my Sequence."
Match my strength with the bounty … He put on his coat, turned the knob, and walked out of the suite.
Raise to Sequence 6? Become a Conspirer? Dhaniz was taken aback for two seconds before he suddenly frowned and bared his teeth.
When he consumed the Sequence 9 Hunter and Sequence 8 Provocateur potions, he didn't find it too problematic. He even began to look forward to finding the few legendary treasures, obtaining the Mid- and High-Sequence formulas and corresponding ingredients, advancing to a demigod, and becoming the new king of the sea. However, the Pyromaniac potion brought him intense pain and bad feelings. It left him feeling a lingering fear. He couldn't believe that he, who had always strictly followed his captain's instructions and constantly provoked his opponents, would still nearly lose control.
This made Dhaniz consider whether he should continue doing this until he had enough wealth before returning to Intis to become a tycoon.
He stood there, troubled for a few minutes, and finally figured out a problem.
Even if he wanted to consume the potion to advance, he couldn't do it in a short period of time because he still had to gather the formula and ingredients. This wasn't an easy task, and the new bounty might be announced tomorrow, or even today!
Therefore, he had to change hotels and leave Bayam as soon as possible!
…
After leaving Relph Trading Firm, Alger casually inquired about some news in a seemingly serious but actually perfunctory manner. Near noon, he received a new intelligence from the Church of the Storm:
"It's confirmed that the person who put up the notice at the entrance of the cathedral is Blazing Dhaniz.
"Pay attention to his whereabouts."
"Blazing" Dhaniz … Alger held the note in his hand and silently chewed on the name. The corners of his mouth curled up bit by bit, and there was no longer any doubt in his heart.
He thought of sailing out to sea and hunting for materials. He was full of confidence.
This was because it would happen at sea, and because Mr. Fool had a new identity.
Sea God!
…
As he had missed the Blue Planet in the morning, Dhaniz waited until four in the afternoon before attempting to hold the Soulfall Ritual while German Sparrow was out.
He skillfully drew the Sacred Emblem of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom — an omniscient eye on an open book — and set up the corresponding altar.
Inside the wall of spirituality, he lit a candle, picked up the extract of lavender and mint, and dripped it onto the silently burning flame.
A refreshing and pleasant fragrance emanated as Dhaniz continuously burned several herbal powders.
After doing all of this, he took a step back and said in ancient Hermes:
"I pray for the power of knowledge;
"I pray for the power of reason;
"I pray for the blessings of the God of Wisdom;
"I pray for you to allow me to communicate with the spirit of the mentor who pursues knowledge, the researcher of spirit world creatures, Vice Admiral Iceberg of the Sea, Edwina Edwards of Lenburg."
…
Whoosh!
As the incantation reverberated, the altar suddenly turned cold. Apart from the three candles, the remaining brass holy dagger, the salt plate, the small bottle of extract, the paper, and the fountain pen all floated up and floated in midair.
Dhaniz waited nervously, unsure of what would happen next.
After more than ten seconds, the flames of the three candles flickered in unison as they were dyed with a pale, pale green!
Dhaniz's body suddenly stiffened as a chilling chill invaded his body. He couldn't resist it at all.
He saw his feet take a step forward uncontrollably.
He saw his left hand raise and grab the black fountain pen and white paper.
He saw himself hunched over, holding the pen in his left hand as he quickly wrote:
"What's the matter?"
The words were elegant and continuous, extremely artistic. It was completely different from Dhaniz's style.
Only at this moment did Dhaniz realize that he could control his head and throat.
"Captain, Sea God Cavituis is dead!" He squeezed out a hoarse voice as though he had a bad cold.
"Details." His left hand smoothly wrote.
Dhaniz had been waiting for this opportunity. He immediately described everything that had happened, including how German Sparrow had headed to Symeem Island to fulfill a particular adventurer's wish, how the other party was suspected to have been cursed by the Sea God, but was easily resolved after closing the door, and how the madman had made a wrong guess, mistaking the ancient elven ruins for the Sea God ruins.
Towards the end, Dhaniz hurriedly added his own judgment.
"I believe that Admiral of Blood won't come to Bayam for a very long time. Most famous pirates won't.
"It will take at least half a year for the effects of this matter to subside.
"Captain, your and German Sparrow's hunting plans will have to be temporarily put on hold. I-I wish to return to the Golden Dream."
His left hand paused for a few seconds before writing:
"Continue following Gehrman Sparrow and be the liaison between us."
"Captain, y-you can teach him the Soulfall Ritual!" Dhaniz shouted hoarsely.
His left hand scribbled:
"This can only be communicated within a range of 500 nautical miles. Furthermore, the ritual's host will have to bear a considerable amount of risk. And you have our points of contact on different islands. This is something that cannot be told to outsiders."
Indeed … German Sparrow is only an outsider … But, Captain, I really wish to return to the Golden Dream! Dhaniz racked his brains and said, "Perhaps we can invite him to the ship as a guest.
No, this … "Suddenly, Dhaniz had a flash of inspiration.
"Perhaps we can invite him to the ship as a guest. No, this …"
Suddenly, Dhaniz had a flash of inspiration. He has a messenger!
A messenger that shuttles through the spirit world to deliver his letters!
This should be an unrestricted method of communication. Furthermore, it's more secretive and safer! He doesn't need me as a liaison anymore! Dhaniz thought with abnormal joy.
His left hand hovered for a few seconds before writing:
"If that's the case, there's no problem.
"The new year's holiday is coming to an end. It's indeed time for you to return to the ship. You do have some talent when it comes to languages, but there are still quite a number of problems in other areas. You need to listen to more lessons and work harder."
Dhaniz turned agape, but nothing came out of his mouth.
He suddenly felt that returning to the Golden Dream wasn't something worth looking forward to.
…
In the evening, Klein returned to the Wind of Azure Inn.
He hadn't found a suitable target to act as after a day of running around. Due to the previous investigations, many pirates and adventurers had been arrested. The remaining people were still carefully hiding, not daring to casually venture out. Be it bars, casinos, or brothels, all of them were in a slump. There weren't many customers.
"It's like this." Dhaniz came over, cleared his throat, and said with a dry laugh, "This is my first time using the Soulfall Ritual. I wasn't confident, so I tried it ahead of time. Haha, it succeeded. I've communicated with Captain. She also believes that there's no chance of hunting Admiral of Blood in the near future. She's prepared to summon me back to the Golden Dream. As for communication, don't you have a messenger? You can get that messenger to send a letter to Captain. "
My messenger was sent by a powerhouse, not mine … Besides, a messenger can only send messages back and forth between the owner and the keepsake holder. It doesn't involve anyone else. Yes, it can also be between the ritual user and the owner … This reminds me. I have to think of a way to get my own messenger; otherwise, many things will be inconvenient … As for the method, it's obviously to write to Mr. Aztec. He's definitely an expert in this field … Klein pulled a chair over unhurriedly and sat down.
He leaned forward and said in a deep voice, "Tell your captain that I have a way to find Admiral of Blood."
"Ah?" Dhaniz was taken aback. He never expected to receive such an answer.
Then, he saw German Sparrow widen the corners of his mouth bit by bit.
He repeated, "Tell your captain."
"…" Dhaniz shuddered. He didn't dare ask further as he forced a smile.
"That will have to wait for the next Blue Planet, which is between eleven and midnight tonight."
"Very good," Klein praised with a beaming smile.
However, Dhaniz didn't feel happy in the slightest.
Klein slowly stood up, reminiscing about the special food he had eaten for dinner that night as he walked to his bedroom.
That food was called "Teativa." When translated into Rouen, it meant "meat inside the fruit." The chef used a local specialty, a giant fruit called Teativa, and hollowed out its flesh, leaving only the firm outer shell. Then, he stuffed mashed lamb and fish inside, and with sea salt and several spices, he repeatedly roasted it over a fire. The meat was delicious and emitted a unique fragrance. It perfectly blended with the fruit's sweetness and acidity.
After closing the door, Klein first wrote a letter, thanking Mr. Aztec for his guidance. Then, he asked about how to obtain a messenger of his own.
After folding the letter, he took out his copper whistle and summoned the messenger.
The messenger didn't stop. He took the letter and disintegrated on the spot.
Phew … Klein rested for a moment and prepared to head above the gray fog. He wanted to see if the believers' prayers could bring him any useful information, such as a target that he could actually act as.
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