What is she suspecting? Klein looked straight into Edwina's eyes without shifting his gaze away or dodging it.
After knowing that Dhaniz had revealed to Vice Admiral Iceberg that he had sacrificed himself to Cavituis before its death, Klein had made the corresponding preparations. If he wasn't standing on the shipboard but sitting on the sofa, he definitely would've crossed his right leg and leaned back, calmly and calmly giving an answer.
A smile appeared on his face as he raised his left palm and introduced it in a relaxed tone.
"My glove is called Creeping Hunger."
Klein believed that Dhaniz, who had witnessed his battle, had definitely informed his captain of the exact details. Therefore, it wasn't difficult for Vice Admiral Iceberg Edwina, who was on par with Vice Admiral Hurricane Zillinges, to guess that he had obtained Creeping Hunger. In that case, taking the initiative to reveal it clearly gave him a psychological advantage over being exposed by her.
And there were two reasons for his sudden mention of this matter. First, it was to vaguely tell her that there was an organization backing me, an organization that could kill Vice Admiral Hurricane and orchestrate Cavituis's death, as well as respond to its believers in its stead. Second, it was to warn Edwina not to attempt to investigate or delve deeper into the matter. Otherwise, the instant death of Vice Admiral Hurricane would be a perfect example.
At such a moment, Klein still took into account the German Sparrow's persona. He didn't directly threaten her, nor did he deny it. Instead, he simply replied with a calm but crazy tone.
Edwina Edwards nodded slightly and suddenly changed the topic.
"I plan on providing some aid to the Resistance in the Rorsted Archipelago, mainly food and cloth."
Aid? Is the faction backing her hostile to Rouen, or is she just trying to disgust the Church of the Storm? Klein wiped away his smile and calmly replied, "This has nothing to do with me."
"This has nothing to do with me."
I won't leave anything behind … he silently added in his heart.
Edwina turned her head and raised her arm to point at Blazing Dhaniz, who was drinking and secretly looking in their direction.
"I will entrust him with full authority, including contacting the Resistance, confirming the time, and arranging for a private harbor. I hope you can provide some protection."
"Pfft …" Dhaniz spat out a golden waterfall from his mouth.
Haha, pu, bang bang bang! The two pirates sitting next to him laughed so hard that they bent over and punched the deck, spitting out the beer they had just drunk.
One of them had a very dark complexion, as if he was covered with a layer of iron. The other had a rather thick waist. Although he wasn't fat overall, he didn't have any lines to speak of.
Edwina retracted her gaze and unhurriedly added before Klein could say a word, "That's right.
"You're an adventurer. I don't think you'll reject a job with a good price."
That's a great excuse for me … Klein smiled and replied,
"Of course."
He didn't ask how much the payment was, and Edwina seemed to have forgotten to mention it.
The intellectual and beautiful pirate general was silent for a while.
"Señor sent word that he's willing to pay 5,000 pounds to buy the key that belonged to the giant."
This was the so-called Death's Key, the gigantic black iron key that nearly caused Dhaniz to lose his life in Bayam. Klein suspected that it didn't only originate from the dark Second Epoch, but it also had something to do with the Giant King's Court.
In other words, he's asking me if I want to make a bid? Klein was first taken aback before he came to a realization. He couldn't help but mutter inwardly.
5,000 pounds? I don't even know if that key can be used or if it really involves the Giant King's Court! If it doesn't work, can I return it?
Besides, this matter doesn't have any prior information. Even if I divine it above the gray fog, I won't be able to obtain any effective revelations.
Yes, a simple inference is that if it doesn't involve the Giant King's Court and involves some other treasure I don't even know about, then I won't be able to use it even if I buy it. The only benefit is that I'll foil Admiral of Blood's plans, harming others without benefiting myself. If it involves the Giant King's Court, even if Admiral of Blood buys it, there's a high chance that he won't be able to find the location because it's in the Forsaken Land of the Gods. Besides, my plan is to hunt him. When the time comes, I can obtain the key without spending money. It's equivalent to him buying it for me and keeping it for a period of time.
"Although this idea is very idealistic, it's not impossible …"
Klein pondered for a few seconds.
"It might hide a huge secret."
He deliberately mentioned it to make Vice Admiral Iceberg unwilling to sell the gigantic black iron key to Admiral of Blood Señor. This was to prevent the latter from rapidly strengthening himself after obtaining the treasure and stepping into the demigod realm. That would bring about quite a disaster.
Edwina listened silently and didn't continue the topic. She turned her body halfway and pointed at the cabin's entrance.
"Breakfast has been prepared for you."
"Thank you." Klein took off his hat and bowed.
As he followed Vice Admiral Iceberg to the cabin, he quickly ruminated over the conversation he had just had, searching for the true reason behind Edwina's invitation.
From the problem of German Sparrow's identity, to the mystical item suspected to be Creeping Hunger, to the sacrifice to Cavituis, and the Sea God that should've perished is still responding to his believers, when all of this is strung together, it's indeed easy to connect it to the fact that there's a secret organization behind me with an unknown goal.
And the faction that Vice Admiral Iceberg belongs to is very wary and very interested in this matter. Therefore, they got her to test me face to face to see if there's anything to be gained?
They're still rather friendly at the moment. Providing aid to the Resistance is a form of expression. They seem to be more inclined to cooperate with the organization behind me to a certain extent. Of course, the unknown is always terrifying. Without sufficient understanding and confidence, the chances of Vice Admiral Iceberg and company taking action are very, very low.
Heh heh, if they were to know that the secret organization behind me has only been established for slightly more than half a year. Including the World and Miss Xio, who I've established contact with but have yet to recruit, there aren't more than ten members. Would they lose control of themselves from anger …
As his thoughts raced, Klein entered the cabin and followed the dim passageway, passing through wooden doors.
He followed Edwina up the stairs and arrived at the brighter second level.
Before entering the pirate's dining hall, they passed by a half-open room.
Klein casually glanced inside and discovered that the gigantic black iron key was casually placed on a wooden table.
"This is the proof of our previous treasure hunts. Some of them are just mementos, while others have yet to reveal their value. They require further research." Edwina appeared cold, but her explanation was very detailed. It was as though she was afraid that Klein wouldn't understand or understand what was going on.
And when she mentioned the word "research," her light blue eyes that resembled clear spring water clearly lit up a little.
Proof of our previous treasure hunts? Klein couldn't help but size up the room.
At this moment, Edwina pushed the door open further and walked in. She casually introduced, "I'm here.
She casually introduced, "This is a gold coin from the Fourth Epoch's Solomon Empire."
Klein turned his gaze over and saw a coin placed in a photo frame.
It was dark gold in color, as though it was formed from two semicircles of different sizes. It was extremely asymmetrical, and its surface was engraved with a pointed crown. It was very similar to the crown on King of the Five Seas Nast's head.
Edwina was like an owner who enjoyed flaunting her collection as she introduced the items in the room. This made Klein think of an acquaintance — Eye of Wisdom, Detective Eichinger Stanton.
When it comes to flaunting their collection, they're very similar … Do all people with rich collections have such a fetish? Wait, Mr. Stanton went to Lenburg to study abroad for four years. Vice Admiral Iceberg's description also mentions Edwina Edwards from Lenburg. This … Lenburg's capital is the headquarters of the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. Mr. Stanton also admitted that he converted to the God of Knowledge and Wisdom while studying abroad … Could the faction behind Vice Admiral Iceberg be them? Klein listened in thought until Edwina stopped in front of the gigantic iron-black key.
Just like what he saw in his dream, the key was about the size of a seven-stringed zither. An ordinary human would need to hug it to move it. It was dull and ancient in appearance.
The patterns on its surface are similar to the style of the City of Silver. It has obvious characteristics of giants … Klein nodded and was just about to retract his gaze when he heard Edwina say,
"You can study it."
Let me study it? You probably don't know how many potential problems I've triggered in the past. If you let me study it freely, I'm afraid I won't be able to see the Golden Dream later … Klein lampooned himself as he reached out his right hand towards the black iron key that belonged to a giant.
He only felt that it was cold to the touch. No matter how much spirituality he injected into it, it was useless.
Unfortunately, I can't directly bring it above the gray fog to study it … Klein retracted his right hand and shook his head indiscernibly.
He moved his gaze and saw a book made of goatskin on the same table. The dark brown cover had a line of ancient Feysac words on it:
"Ge Rosell's Travels."
"This came from a sunken ship at the bottom of the sea. It has been soaked for 165 years without any damage," Edwina introduced. "It records a story. A giant named Ge Rosell decided to head to the Nation of Frost to hunt the King of the North, a powerful frost dragon. Along the way, he encountered companions. There were female elves, devout ascetics, nobles from the Solomon Empire, and soldiers from Rouen. The story progressed to the point where they encountered the King of the North, but it suddenly stopped. It's not that there aren't any, but the last few pages are difficult to open despite all means. You can give it a try."
It's not a journal, but a book? That's rather strange. To place characters from different epochs and eras together, it should be a product of modern times … Klein flipped through the book, letting the yellowish-brown pages slide past.
The content wasn't much different from what Edwina had described, but the plot appeared abrupt and disjointed. It made Klein suspect if he had missed out on a segment. For example, the protagonists would instantly turn from strangers to familiarity after their encounter.
Soon, he reached the last few pages and realized that they were indeed stuck together. He couldn't pry them apart no matter what.
This effect can likely be dealt with above the gray fog … I wonder what accidents will happen … Klein turned his head to look at Vice Admiral Iceberg.
Edwina fell silent for a moment before saying, "If you want it, I can sell it to you.
"If you want, I can sell it to you. I've studied it for many years, but I haven't found anything.
"However, I have a condition."
"What condition?" Klein returned with a question.
Edwina pursed her lips and said,
"If you discover anything from your research, you must tell me the results so that I won't have any more questions.
"As long as you agree to this condition, I can sell it to you very cheaply."
Klein suddenly felt interested.
"How much?"
"8,000 pounds," Edwina said calmly.
"Hmm …" Klein pretended to ponder as he nodded indifferently. "I'll consider it."
Consider how to pretend that nothing happened … he thought silently.
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