In the owner's room on the second floor of Sweet Lemon Bar.
Bilt Brando stood by the window with a cigar in his hand. His eyes were unfocused, and his face was frighteningly gloomy.
At this time, a bodyguard approached, slightly bent his back, and cautiously said,
"Sir, Sothoth has returned from the east."
"Let him in." Bilt tried his best to adjust his expression.
Sothoth Young was his right-hand man, an important member of the Adventurer Association, a loose organization.
In less than a minute, Sothoth, dressed in a linen shirt, a brown jacket, and a dark red turban, walked in. He looked to be in his thirties, with a bronze complexion, deep-set eyes, and a dark beard above and below his lips and chin. He looked like the kind of man who spent a lot of time at sea.
Sothoth bowed casually and sized up Bilt Brando.
"Boss, did something happen?"
"Hmm, something unexpected happened. It seems like the plan will fail." Bilt did not hide anything and sighed. "I don't even know how to explain this to that important person."
Without waiting for Sothoth to reply, he asked,
"Any changes in the east?"
"It's still the same. The pirates chase after every ship that they can plunder, even treating each other as targets. The navy can only guard the various colony points, barely maintaining the smooth sailing of the sea routes and protecting the relatively important ships. Naval battles often break out, and there are winners and losers." Sothoth shrugged.
"The east side of the Sonia Sea is indeed a chaotic paradise for pirates …" Bilt sighed in agreement.
Sothoth thought for a moment, then added,
"Recently, some news has appeared on the islands in the east. It is said that it was first leaked from the Black Death."
"Vice Admiral Ailment? What news? "Bilt perked up and asked.
Sothoth said solemnly and excitedly.
"Vice Admiral Ailment has indeed suffered an assassination attempt and was heavily injured. And the person who did it was the adventurer, German Sparrow!"
"German Sparrow?" Bilt blurted out.
"Yes, it's him! He really was a pirate admiral level powerhouse! Even if it was a sneak attack, it was on the Black Death. There were many famous pirates around, but he still managed to heavily injure Vice Admiral Ailment and successfully escape. Later, he even hunted Wormtongue Misol, "Sothoth gave an affirmative answer with mixed emotions.
Bilt paced around and sighed.
"This is big news.
"Adventurers who are at the level of a Pirate Admiral are very rare to begin with, and there's only one who can heavily injure a Pirate Admiral on a Pirate Admiral's flagship. For such an operation, aside from absolute confidence in one's own strength, one must also be sufficiently crazy. Only a madman would directly infiltrate a Pirate Admiral's flagship and attempt to assassinate him instead of finding another location!"
At this point, his expression changed slightly.
"I met an adventurer who called himself German Sparrow last night."
"Really?" Sothoth's pupils constricted as he asked in a low voice.
"I'm not sure. I've never seen the real German Sparrow, nor have I seen his picture or portrait." Bilt shook his head.
Sothoth pondered for a moment.
"We can search for the Rorsted Archipelago's newspapers to confirm it. So many days have passed, so there should be tourists bringing the corresponding News and Sonia Morning Post over. Yes, the government, the police, the Church, and charity organizations all subscribe to the important newspapers in the Rorsted Archipelago."
The Rorsted Archipelago was the largest and most important colony of the Rouen Kingdom in the Central Sonia Sea. Its influence spread to the surrounding area, and Oravi Island, which was only three days away, was undoubtedly one of them. The official organizations or the Church would subscribe to the newspapers and magazines there. Unimportant news could be read every three to four days.
"Yes." Bilt nodded and asked in depth, "Do you have the exact details of German Sparrow's assassination of Vice Admiral Ailment?"
Sothoth thought for a moment.
"It's said that German Sparrow can transform into anyone, just like Vice Admiral Hurricane Zillinges.
"It was with this ability that he successfully infiltrated the Black Death and found an opportunity to assassinate."
"He can transform into anyone …" Bilt's eyes lit up.
No, that won't do. That's a fellow who's crazy enough to infiltrate the Black Death to assassinate Vice Admiral Ailment. He makes people instinctively fear him and want to distance themselves … Bilt's eyes dimmed.
Furthermore, I don't know if it's true … He subconsciously shook his head.
…
I wonder when the Nighthawks and Machinery Hivemind will take action to deal with the abnormalities on Williams Street. I hope they do it as soon as possible … As his thoughts raced, Klein left the gray fog and returned to the real World.
After some thought, he took out a piece of paper and spread it out on the brown desk.
As the dark red fountain pen rustled, Klein first asked about Mr. Aztec's recent situation. Then, he mentioned that he had discovered someone being parasitized by an outsider while searching for a mystical item that could steal the Beyonder powers of others.
Following that, he casually asked if there was a way to bypass the parasitized outsider to warn the host.
Using this as an excuse, he mentioned that he had learned from others about the Worms of Time that were related to the Marauder pathway's Upper Sequence. He had also figured out that such an item could be used as an offering for important rituals or as a material for high-level charms, but he didn't know how to do it.
Phew … Klein put down the fountain pen, folded the letter, took out the copper whistle, and blew hard at it.
White bones spewed out like a fountain, forming a gigantic messenger. But this time, the messenger didn't burrow out from downstairs. Instead, like so many times in the past, it passed through the ceiling and looked down at the summoner.
Klein knew that it wasn't because the messenger had become impolite again, but because he was currently staying on the first floor of the hotel …
With a flick of his wrist, he threw the letter out like a dart, allowing it to accurately land in the gigantic bone palm.
The flames in the messenger's eye sockets pulsed as though it was staring at Klein, but nothing happened in the end.
Its body disintegrated into a waterfall of white bones that drilled into the ground one by one.
After doing all of this, Klein didn't unfurl the paper crane and erase what he had written before. Instead, he used the same content to consult Snake of Mercury, Will Auceptin.
This was because he had discovered something bad. The paper crane wasn't a mystical item or Beyonder weapon. It was just an ordinary folded piece of paper. After being repeatedly rubbed by an eraser, it had already shown signs of weakness. A few more times might cause it to shatter.
It's better to wait until there's something very important that needs to be contacted before considering it. For example, Mr. Aztec isn't sure how to bypass the possessed Grandpa to warn Leonard … Klein shook his head silently and quickly packed up the items on the table.
In addition, he didn't dare to use the radio transceiver to contact Arrodes recently. This was because the powerhouse sent by the True Creator was likely lingering in the vicinity in search of the All-Black Eye's aura. And the gray fog's "scent" might have also attracted the attention of the True Creator, who had informed his believers.
I'll continue being a traveler today and relax. Tomorrow, I'll begin seeking opportunities for real acting! Klein reined in his thoughts, put on his coat, took off his top hat, and walked out of the hotel room.
He wanted to go to the mountain outside Oravi Harbor to watch the sunset!
This idea originated from a best-selling book written by a man named Leon Mustang. He was born in Oravi and settled in Baekeland at the age of twenty. In the book, this gentleman described the sunset of Mount St. Draco with great emotion, believing that it was the most beautiful scenery he had ever seen.
Klein took a carriage out of the city and walked to the foot of Mount St. Draco. It only took him an hour to reach the low peak.
Time ticked by as the Sun gradually set, dyeing the blue ocean to the left of the mountain as though it was on fire. It also blanketed the green forest and vast fields to the right with a golden hue.
All the colors emitted a final burst of brightness at that moment before gradually dimming until it was dusky.
Ships entered the harbor, carriages entered the city, and busy people followed the wheat fields and orchards as they returned home.
When darkness began to envelop the land, warm lights lit up inside and outside the city. They were like resplendent gems on black velvet.
It's really beautiful … Klein admired it for a moment until the lights that represented the families reflected in his eyes.
He turned around in silence and followed the mountain path. Under the protection of the black-stained trees, he returned to the bottom. Then, he walked for a distance and hired a carriage at the edge of the harbor city.
The carriage moved forward steadily, and the iron-black, elegant lampposts quietly moved backward under the dim yellow light, moving into the distance.
After an unknown period of time, Klein returned to the inn, took out his key, and opened the door.
Inside the room, the bed, desk, and chair were all quietly lying in the thick darkness as they silently reflected the crimson moonlight.
Klein closed the door very slightly and walked to the window. He stood in the shadows created by the curtains and remained motionless for a long time.
The lights outside were still bright.
...
Early the next morning.
Klein turned on the tap and splashed the cold water on his face, jolting him awake.
He had already thought of a way to find an opportunity to act.
It was still a hospital where the dead could appear at any moment!
In the past, Klein had only gone to those places for a simple stroll. It was indeed difficult for him to find a suitable target. This time, he decided to volunteer for a period of time and stay in the hospital for an extended period of time to care for the dying who temporarily had no family by their side. Only by doing so could he wait for the target he needed.
After breakfast, Klein came to 10 Black Forest Street and entered the Oravi Medical Aid Foundation.
This was a charity organization with the Church of the Evernight Goddess as its background. One of its responsibilities was to provide trained volunteers to the various hospitals.
Klein came to the registration booth and saw a female staff member flipping through the newspapers. Hence, he rapped the surface of the table.
"What's the matter?" the lady asked as she put down the newspaper.
"I wish to volunteer," Klein said succinctly.
"Name." The lady looked up.
Suddenly, her gaze froze as her right hand trembled. The fountain pen she had just picked up fell to the ground with a clatter.
In the newspaper in front of her, there happened to be a portrait that was almost real.
The owner of this portrait belonged to the crazy and dangerous adventurer, German Sparrow!
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