Afraid that German Sparrow would go back on his word, he grabbed the five-soli note as the image of normal beef sizzling over a fire and alcoholic beverages without any sedatives surfaced in his mind.
Yo, this fellow actually accepted it. I was just saying it in passing to set up a concave persona. I'll also let him know that my money isn't that easily borrowed. Otherwise, he might not want to hunt pirates and plan on borrowing a large sum of money to return to the Fog Sea … Klein mumbled inwardly.
From his point of view, a Sequence 5 Hunter wouldn't starve to the point of not having a place to sleep even if he didn't have a penny on him in a place with many pirates.
He shook his head indiscernibly and was just about to leave the dock when he heard a rough shout behind him.
"Gehrman!"
"…" Upon recognizing Frank Lee's voice, Klein shuddered as he tensed up and turned around.
The first mate of the Future, the Poison Expert with a bounty of 7,000 pounds, stood by the side of the ship with his hands cupped by his mouth.
"Where do you hang out often? Where should I send my letters?
"I wish to share the latest results of my research with you."
I don't wish to know … This fellow probably doesn't have many friends, and I'm willing to bet that most of the people he thinks of as friends don't really treat him as one … Hmm, Admiral of Stars' feelings are more inclined towards Queen Mystic. She lacks a sense of belonging to Tarot, so to openly develop a snitch by her side — no, a source of intelligence — is beneficial in shocking her. It can be considered a form of intimidation at the level of German Sparrow … With this as a foundation, it would be more reasonable and natural for Mr. Fool to do another round of intimidation … Klein's thoughts raced as he took out a note and fountain pen used for divination from his pocket.
He scribbled down the summoning ritual for his messenger, not forgetting to specify that the ritual ingredients needed a gold coin.
With a whoosh, Klein flicked his wrist, sending the note flying towards Frank Lee like a dart, accurately landing in his palm.
"Excellent!" Frank Lee glanced at the information on the paper and waved his hand in delight.
Klein didn't delay any longer. He took his suitcase and left the pier to look for a hotel.
During this process, he originally wanted to firmly reject Anderson's suggestion to stay in the same hotel, but after thinking about it, he still agreed.
He was afraid that something bad would happen to this guy who was plagued with bad luck and bring disaster to the innocent customers and attendants in the hotel. Therefore, he planned to monitor him from a close distance and deal with him decisively.
After checking in, Anderson took the key and opened the door to his room.
Bang! He sat down on the armchair as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.
After leaving that dangerous sea, he finally found the feeling of being a human again. He no longer had to worry about dying at any time.
After lying there quietly for a while, Anderson Hood slowly got up. He picked up the thermos with a steel shell, flipped the glass, and poured himself a cup of hot water.
He thought it was time for him to brace himself and take a stroll around the bar.
Drink some wine, fill my stomach, and look for sponsors!
When the hot water was slightly cold, Anderson picked up the cup and gulped it down. He was very carefree.
Suddenly, he coughed so violently that his face turned purple.
Cough! Cough! Cough!
Anderson reached for his throat, as if he couldn't catch his breath.
With a crack, the glass fell from his hand and shattered on the floor.
Cough, cough, cough … Anderson's coughing became weaker, and his face had already turned purple.
At that moment, his eyes were burning, and the veins on the back of his hands squirmed as if they had a life of their own.
Bang!
Anderson fell to the ground and twitched a few times before he stopped moving. Even his breathing seemed to have stopped.
A few seconds later, the corpse-like Anderson suddenly sat up and touched his face in fear.
Bastard, I almost choked to death from drinking water just now …
If that's really the case, I'll probably be the hunter with the funniest cause of death!
"Thank goodness, thank goodness. I spent a lot of money to buy this before entering that sea region. It's finally coming in handy today …"
As he spoke, Anderson took out a doll made of straw from a hidden pocket in the lining of his vest. There were two eyes, a nose, and a mouth drawn crudely in ink on it.
The doll's surface was already corroded, and pitch-black liquid dripped down drop by drop.
In just eight seconds, it completely melted into liquid, turning into a stain on the floor.
This bad luck hasn't weakened, and it seems to be getting fiercer … Man, German Sparrow once told me a prophecy. He said that the most fatal danger is often hidden in the most ordinary of lives. Anderson paced back and forth, carefully avoiding the glass shards beneath his feet, afraid that it would lead to another death.
No, I have to save myself! I have to save myself immediately! Anderson suddenly pulled open the door and carefully walked out.
He walked all the way to Klein's room, bent his finger, and knocked on the door.
Soon, the wooden door that was neither sturdy nor heavy opened without a sound. German Sparrow, who had only taken off his coat, appeared in front of Anderson.
Anderson squeezed out a smile.
"Surprised?"
Creak!
The door slammed shut in front of him.
"…" He was first taken aback before he muttered to himself with a stiff expression, "I have to adjust the way I speak."
Knock! Knock!
Knock! He knocked on Klein's door again.
The door quickly opened, and a revolver was aimed at him.
"Haha, I wanted to ask if you know any Beyonders who can help people change their luck?" Anderson half-raised his hands, frantically hinting for German Sparrow to mention the powerhouse who had provided the prophecy.
It's too late. I have no idea where Queen Mystic is … Eh, she didn't even leave me a way to contact her? However, since my messenger's summoning ritual is known by Frank Lee, it's equivalent to Admiral of Stars knowing of it. It's equivalent to Bernadette knowing of it. Also, when I return to Baekeland, I can seek Miss Sharon's help. Queen Mystic is in her circle, although she doesn't appear often … Klein gave Anderson Hood a pitiful glance.
He didn't like this Strongest Hunter, always making up stories about him and showing all sorts of ill intentions. After all, he was partially responsible for the loss of the cufflink. However, he was only limited to his thoughts, with no intention of putting them into practice. If he were to really encounter him seeking help, he similarly wouldn't directly reject him.
Klein considered and said, "I can help you ask.
"I can help you ask, and I'll give you an answer tomorrow morning.
"But I'm very doubtful that you have the ability to pay me."
"I'll head to the bar later! Besides, I have quite a number of private collections over at the Fog Sea, "Anderson replied without any hesitation.
Klein nodded and said as he closed the door, "See you tomorrow morning.
"See you tomorrow morning. I hope you can survive until then."
Creak!
The door was locked once again.
"Is this a curse or a blessing?" Anderson muttered with a bitter smile. "According to my experience, there won't be any more accidents in the next two to three days."
Inside the room, Klein returned to his desk.
There was a letter that had just been opened and a paper crane that had been brutally dismantled.
With regards to Anderson's question, Klein had already thought of a person to consult before he opened his mouth.
The person who understood the means of a Snake of Fate the most was undoubtedly another Snake of Fate!
He pondered over the area of the paper cranes and the questions he wanted to ask. He first made a draft in his mind before picking up his pencil and saying, "I'm not sure.
Then, he raised his pencil and said, "How can the curse of misfortune brought about by the Angel of Fate mural be removed?
What's the name of the corresponding Sequence 4 potion for Seer? Where can I obtain its formula and main ingredients? "
Putting down the pencil, Klein carefully read through the contents twice. Then, he carefully folded the paper crane according to the creases and stuffed it into his wallet.
After doing all of this, he continued writing the letter to Mr. Aztec.
In this letter, Klein first mentioned that he had entered the dangerous zone in the easternmost part of the Sonia Sea with the help of Admiral of Stars and successfully completed the ritual. Following that, he changed the topic and mentioned that he had encountered Admiral Hell Ludwell's unprovoked attack midway and nearly suffered heavy losses.
With this topic in mind, he began describing the ring on Admiral Hell's hand that was suspected to be a relic of ancient Death. He very considerately asked Mr. Aztec if he had any impression of it and if he wanted to hold it in his hand to study it so as to jog up more memories.
After making this point, Klein began talking about Charismatic Order's Artificial Death project in a casual manner. He also asked Mr. Klein if it was feasible and if there were any specific details recorded in the literature.
After saying that he didn't know what the subsequent Sequences would be like, nor did he know where he could obtain the opportunity, Klein began describing the matters to take note of in the dangerous waters he had concluded from his travels.
He was providing information to Mr. Aztec, preventing him from suddenly heading there to seek out the remnant aura of ancient Death without understanding the latent dangers.
"… It's said that the waters are filled with the ravings of the True Creator. The higher the Sequence, the clearer one hears it, and the easier it is to be influenced, go crazy, or lose control. This is at Sequence 4 … But a small number of demigods have found a way to move freely there …" Klein wrote at the end of the letter.
After folding the piece of paper, he picked up Aztec's copper whistle and summoned the gigantic skeleton messenger.
The messenger crawled out from the floorboards and politely looked at Klein at the same level as it opened its palm.
Not bad … Klein praised inwardly as he handed the letter to the messenger.
Then, he brushed his teeth, took a bath, and comfortably lay down in bed.
After an unknown period of time, he woke up from his dream and saw a desolate plain and a pitch-black steeple.
After familiarly walking deep into the steeple, Klein discovered Will Auceptin's reply amidst the scattered tarot cards.
"Friendly reminder: That paper crane is about to tear!
"The curse of bad luck brought by the murals can be resolved by Ricciardo.
"The High-Sequence Sequence formula of Seer can only be obtained from the crazy Zaratul or the Hornacis mountain range. If you are a Blessed of the Evernight, pretend I didn't say anything.
"The corresponding Sequence 4 of Seer is: Bizarro Sorcerer!"
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