The smell of canned wolf-fish is really pungent … Not only is it smelly, but it's also disgusting … It's basically a biochemical gas! Klein squatted in a corner and took more than ten seconds to recover.
In that instant, he had underestimated the smell of canned wolf-fish and failed to respond effectively. He didn't use Paper Figurine Substitutes or create invisible air tubes to pretend that he was breathing underwater.
Now, he finally realized how wise his decision to not open canned wolf-fish in public was!
Phew … Klein exhaled and slowly stood up. He picked up his luggage and walked out of the dock.
His first impression of this city called Nas was that most of the houses were white, and stone materials were widely used. Secondly, it wasn't too far north, but the temperature was rather cold. Even though it was already April, the temperature was only a few degrees Celsius. Thirdly, there were many whaling houses. Gigantic beluga whales were dismembered into skin, meat, fat, bones, and "gray amber."
The latter two could be used to make a skirt for a banquet dress, and the other was a top-grade spice. Be it as incense or as a perfume, it was a luxury that only wealthy nobles could enjoy.
As for the white whale's skin, meat, and fat, they also had their own uses. They could be made into clothes, food, and refined into oils. In Nas and the Gargas Archipelago, the cooking of the white whale had already formed a unique culture. There were all kinds of techniques and famous restaurants.
Klein passed by one whaling house after another and saw the separated fat being carried by a carriage towards a factory that was spewing black smoke not far away. It was an oil refinery that was extremely unique to Gargas. The white whale's fat would be refined into whale oil there. It would be filled into bottles and barrels, becoming an outstanding fuel and the blood of certain industries.
Very unique … Klein exhaled white gas as he stood by the side and watched for a while.
After leaving the harbor and arriving in the city, he heard a cacophony of Feysac.
Having mastered ancient Feysac, which was the origin of the Northern Continent's language, Klein was already familiar with the language of the northern barbarians. He turned his head and looked over. He saw tall people with blonde hair holding banners as they marched on the streets.
The banners at the front clearly stated their demands:
"Oppose the indiscriminate hunting of white whales. We need sustainable development!"
Pfft … Klein almost lost his composure. He immediately believed that the concept of "sustainable development" was 99% "invented" by Rosell The Great.
Turning his gaze, he looked at the banners behind him and became more and more aware of the purpose of this demonstration.
"Whaling for survival, not for pleasure!"
"Humans are not as noble as the white whale!"
"Greedy demon, leave Nas!"
At this time, policemen in gray uniforms with shields, pitchforks, and clubs stopped the march.
After a short argument, the scene quickly became intense.
Many young people in the parade threw open cans of wolf-fish and lit bottles of liquor stuffed with cloth strips. The police also stopped restraining themselves and pushed back, using their shields to block the blows.
Klein pinched his nose and looked at the fire on the street. He found that many pedestrians did not feel anything. Apart from a small number of onlookers, the rest were heading to their destinations as usual.
It seems like this is something that often happens in Nas … Could it be that demonstrations have evolved into conflicts? As expected of the Feysac Empire … Klein mumbled to himself, circled around the street, and found a random hotel to stay in.
He still used the name "German Sparrow" to register. He wasn't worried that the information spread by Vice Admiral Ailment Tracy would make the Church of the Evernight Goddess treat him as a Faceless. This was because he didn't plan on searching for mermaids who had become believers of the Goddess on the whaling route. He planned on heading straight for the dangerous zone in the easternmost part of the Sonia Sea.
As for his safety in the Gargas Archipelago, there was no need for him to worry about it. This was a colony of the Feysac Empire, and the only legal religious organization was the Church of the God of Combat. They were extremely hostile towards the Church of the Evernight Goddess.
Klein was originally worried that he would encounter many Faceless here — the kind that would encounter seven or eight Faceless when he went next door to enjoy whale cuisine. After serious consideration, he rationally eliminated such a possibility.
Firstly, Beyonders of the Seer pathway were rare to begin with. Klein had only encountered three Beyonders that exceeded Sequence 8. Secondly, Sequence 6 Beyonders weren't weeds that could be found everywhere. Even though this was a paradise for pirates, those with a bounty of 5,000 pounds were considered rare. Thirdly, Faceless were prepared. They would board a whaling ship to search for mermaids. They would either begin to believe in the Goddess, sink to the bottom of the sea, or become a researcher. Otherwise, they would be extremely intelligent. They would seize the opportunity to advance successfully and leave safely. Few of them would stay in the Gargas Archipelago for too long.
In all of Nas, other than me, there aren't more than two Faceless … Klein straightened his clothes. He wasn't in a rush to contact Admiral of Stars Cattleya. In a good mood, he went to the streets and searched for delicacies according to what he had heard during his travels.
Raw beluga whale slices, fried whale steak, skinned whale oil, roasted whale meat … Klein was like an authentic tourist as he went to three different restaurants and tasted different foods.
It's not bad. It's quite unique. The fishy smell isn't too strong. Instead, it's very appetizing and tempting … Burp … Klein covered his mouth and came to the streets. He discovered that there were few street lamps, but the houses on both sides of the street were brightly lit. To a certain extent, it alleviated the darkness of the night.
The cold wind tore through the sea, causing Klein to raise his hand to pull up his collar. The blue cufflink converged its luster as it was deeply embedded into his wrist.
Compared to a ring, an item like a cufflink was more in line with German Sparrow's persona. Therefore, Klein didn't blame the Artisan for changing the requirements without permission.
As for the harmonica that was enchanted with the ritual of summoning a spirit world creature, it was completely in line with Klein's intentions. It could be used for a year and a half, and it was silvery-white in color, exquisite and beautiful.
When he received the harmonica, Klein imagined this scene: a crazy and powerful adventurer leaning against the side of a ship in the quiet night under the deep moonlight, playing a sad melody with the harmonica.
Unfortunately, the harmonica couldn't produce any sound. It could only be used to summon Reinette Tinekerr.
Shaking his head indiscernibly, Klein walked steadily on the cold and empty streets of Nas and returned to the inn.
After using sleep to adjust his condition, he went to Gray Amber Street the next morning and entered a grocery store called Crazy Whale Dance.
Looking at the white-haired boss who was a head taller than him, Klein rapped the counter with his finger and said in Feysac, "You're right.
"Buy whale oil."
The boss's face was crisscrossed with wrinkles, but he only wore a coat made of beluga whale skin. The light-colored patterns on the coat had a strange sense of beauty.
"How much?" The boss was gulping down strong alcohol and didn't care about the messy display of goods.
"One and a quarter buckets," Klein replied according to the agreed code.
The boss slowed down his drinking as he placed the brownish-green bottle on the counter.
"Do you want a sip? The purest Nepos, the mistress of all Feysac men! "
This was a special distilled alcohol of Feysac. It was brewed from potatoes or grains, and it was famous for its high alcohol content. It was as stimulating as flames. Compared to Sonia blood wine, it was cheaper and more popular among ordinary Feysac people.
"There's no need." Klein shook his head.
The boss chuckled softly.
"What kind of man are you if you don't drink Nepos?
"Is there only a lady left in Rouen?"
He gulped down another mouthful.
"Who introduced you?"
"Ma 'am Geertmuse," Klein said a name that was a mix of styles.
The boss suddenly exhaled, and the strong smell of alcohol immediately lingered in the surroundings.
He staggered to his feet like a white bear performing in a circus.
After instructing the staff, he led Klein all the way to a small room on the second floor of the warehouse.
"Let me find it. Let me find it …" the boss mumbled as he squatted down.
Klein controlled the twitching of his face as he recalled a popular joke in the Kingdom of Rouen.
"Question: When are the men of Feysac not drunk? Answer: When they are in their mother's womb. "
After waiting for a while, Klein saw the boss find a pure crystal ball.
Then, the drunken "white bear" had his back facing Klein as he rubbed the crystal ball with both hands and began muttering in ancient Hermes that was difficult to pronounce.
The room gradually darkened as all the dark corners seemed to emit a strange suction force.
The crystal ball quickly lit up as the figure of a woman in a classic black robe appeared.
She had an oval face and very fair skin. Her eyes were dark purple with a hint of mystery.
I've seen the true appearance of another Tarot member … Klein took a step forward and took the crystal ball.
On the other side of the crystal ball, Cattleya also saw World clearly. He had black hair, brown eyes, and a thin face with sharp edges.
She narrowed her eyes and hesitated for a second before opening her mouth.
"German Sparrow?"
She found that the true strength and standards of the Tarot members were much stronger than she had expected. "World" was actually the mad hunter German Sparrow, a pirate admiral!
There's nothing wrong with my previous judgment of The World … Reserved, deep, experienced, and ruthless … Admiral of Stars didn't find herself too surprised.
"Yes, Madam Cattleya." Klein gestured for the boss to leave the room.
When it became extremely quiet, Cattleya spoke again.
"I'm curious, how did you recognize me? I'm always careful when I go to parties. "
Back then, The World, who had requested a private chat, had immediately called her Admiral of Stars. It had truly given her a fright.
It was also because of this factor that she chose to accept World's commission.
"It's a secret." Klein smiled politely.
As he didn't want the other party to associate it with Mr. Fool, he added calmly, "That's right.
"Your eyes are very special."
"Can I take that as a compliment?" Cattleya smiled in realization.
She believed that The World had only suspected that she was Admiral of Stars through her eyes and other details, but he wasn't certain. Therefore, he had probed her with words, and her reaction told him the correct answer.
Klein didn't respond and instead asked, "What's the matter?
"When are we leaving?"
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