As Silver Coin Viper Oder wasn't a pirate, it was difficult to determine the veracity of the various rumors regarding him. Klein retracted his gaze from the staircase and walked to the bar counter. He found a seat and sat down. He rapped the table lightly.
He found a seat and rapped the table, "A cup of Zarha."
This was a locally produced malt beer. It was much cheaper than the Southville beer that needed to be shipped from the Northern Continent.
"Three pence." The bartender snapped out of his silence and picked up an upside-down cup.
The people in the bar began to whisper as well. Under the illumination of the gas wall lamps, they discussed the reason why Silver Coin Viper Oder had bought ten tickets.
"He's definitely being pursued. Three ships and ten tickets are to prevent the pursuers from figuring out which ship they will board!" A gang member with tattoos on his arm who had his sleeves rolled up gave his opinion based on his two escapes.
An adventurer who was drinking Lanti Proof scoffed.
"You don't understand Oder. If his plan were that simple, he wouldn't have the nickname Silver Coin Viper.
"I bet that they won't board any of the liners represented by the ten tickets!
"The only thing we can confirm is that they're heading for Pritz Harbor."
Another adventurer shook his head when he heard that.
"Perhaps the information about heading to Pritz Harbor is fake."
The gang member from before was taken aback as he refused to admit defeat.
"According to your description, Oder might've already thought of what you're thinking. Therefore, he wants to head to Pritz Harbor and board one of the three ships!"
The two adventurers opened their mouths to retort, but on careful thought, they felt that it was quite possible. They were momentarily at a loss for words.
This made the gang member very happy as he downed the rest of the liquor in one gulp.
Klein held a cup of Zarha and sipped on it as he listened in boredom, waiting for the fake identification and tickets he needed to return.
I still need forty-five minutes. I hope there won't be any accidents. I hope the bar doesn't fall into chaos … He prayed silently as he drew a crimson moon in his heart.
The pale yellow beer slowly decreased. Klein looked at the wall clock from time to time, and at the door from time to time, hoping that time would pass faster.
After more than half an hour, the bar's door suddenly opened with a bang, and the night wind poured in from outside.
It can't be … The corner of Klein's mouth twitched. He resisted the urge to laugh bitterly and turned his head to look in the direction of the voice.
Five people appeared at the door. The leader had black hair and brown eyes. His face was chiseled, and he looked very Rouen. He looked to be in his early forties.
His expression was cold and dignified, causing everyone in the bar to subconsciously quieten down.
The three men and one woman behind him were all wearing windbreakers and holding revolvers without any concealment. It was as if they would instantly aim and shoot at the slightest abnormality.
I don't know him. He's not on any wanted posters, and there's no bounty on him … Klein mumbled to himself as he maintained his spectator posture.
The five intruders suddenly dispersed and went to different customers. They bowed slightly, looked at them, and asked one after another:
"Where is Silver Coin Viper Oder?"
The customers were hesitating if they should answer when they saw the black muzzle pointed at them. The handle made of ivory or ebony exuded a strange sense of beauty under the light.
"H-they went to the second floor!" The customers who were questioned pointed at the staircase almost at the same time.
There's really someone chasing after Oder. Are they targeting Queen Mystic, or did Silver Coin Viper do something himself? Or is it because of the mysterious man wearing a hood and eating candy beside him? Klein drank another mouthful of beer and watched as four of the intruders headed for the second floor. The remaining one stayed behind and continued questioning.
Soon, the latter grasped the situation of Oder buying tickets from Deniel. He immediately walked to the thin and tanned black market merchant and asked in a deep voice, "Tell me honestly.
"Tell me honestly, where did Oder buy the ticket to?"
Deniel didn't try to act tough with his connections as he forced a smile and said, "Tell me honestly.
"He didn't explicitly say that he wanted ten cards for three different ships. The time is tomorrow, and the destination is Pritz Harbor."
"Really?" The questioner was a man in his twenties with a radical style.
Deniel replied softly, "You can ask everyone here.
"You can ask everyone here. They heard it."
"Dogsh * t!" The man nudged Deniel angrily before turning to walk to the other customers.
Deniel couldn't find his footing as he staggered backward. Just as he was about to collapse, the back of his head struck the edge of a small round table. Then, he felt a force on his shoulder as he immediately regained his balance.
He subconsciously turned his head and saw that it was the customer who had used a fake identity to buy the tickets.
"Thank you, those darn military hyenas!" Deniel first thanked him before saying softly through clenched teeth.
The person who held him was none other than Klein. He didn't wish for anything to happen to the "ticket scalper." After all, he had already paid five pounds in cash.
Of course, it was also his habit to use innocent people who were implicated.
Military hyenas? In Bayam, this description often means that the target is someone from MI9 … What did Silver Coin Viper Oder do? Klein silently muttered to himself as he eliminated the possibility that someone was targeting Queen Mystic.
This was because it was meaningless to the Rouen military.
As his thoughts raced, the MI9 members who had headed to the second floor rushed down the stairs. As they ran for the door, they said to their companions,
"They jumped out the window a long time ago!"
This group of people came and left in a hurry. The bar quickly regained its bustle. Only the slightly swaying door indicated that it wasn't peaceful.
Klein finally received the fake identity and the tickets. He didn't have to worry about being interrupted.
After paying the remaining fifteen pounds in cash, he left the Seaweed Bar and returned to the ordinary hotel he rented.
John Yode … Isn't this name a little too convenient? I have to get a more authentic identity before returning to Baekeland. Klein flipped through a series of identity documents and threw them into his luggage.
He took a bath and relaxed, preparing to leave Bayam the next day and embark on the last leg of this "journey."
At that moment, he heard knocking on the door.
Who is it? Klein quickly took off his bathrobe, put on his clothes and pants, and walked to the door.
There were a few policemen in black uniforms outside. One of them looked like a Rouen, while the rest were either mixed-bloods or pure natives.
"What's the matter?" Klein asked curiously.
"Please show me your identification," a mixed-race man said politely, because the man opposite him seemed to be from Rouen.
Fortunately, I just made one. Otherwise, I would have to go to the police station tonight, or run away on the spot, change my appearance, and start all over again … Klein muttered as he returned to his room and took out his identification.
The leading Rouen police officer casually flipped through the documents.
"Mr. Yoard, do you live here alone?"
"Yes, everyone in the hotel can attest to that," Klein answered frankly.
The Rouen police officer revealed a smile.
"Have you seen this person before?"
As he spoke, he got the policeman beside him to open a portrait. It was of an abnormally thin elder with messy white hair. Apart from that, he didn't have any obvious characteristics.
"No." Klein shook his head.
"He likes to eat sweets," the Rouen police officer added.
"Sweets …" Klein suddenly recalled the mysterious hooded man beside Silver Coin Viper Oder. He had been eating coffee-colored sweets in short intervals.
After some deliberation, Klein didn't hide the truth.
"Perhaps I've seen him before. Back at the Seaweed Bar, I saw a person who likes to eat sweets beside Silver Coin Viper Oder."
The Rouen police officer didn't hide his disappointment. He simply thanked him and ended the interrogation.
After they knocked on another room, Klein closed the wooden door and returned to the reclining chair.
"Oder's matter not only attracted MI9, but it also made the governor-general's office arrange for people to conduct a citywide investigation. It's not simple …" He muttered and decided to head above the gray fog to browse the prayer points of light around the Sea God Scepter. He wanted to obtain more information from the prayers of the many Bayam believers. He didn't want to inexplicably be embroiled in a huge maelstrom because of a wrong response.
After entering the bathroom and arriving above the gray fog, Klein beckoned for the white bone scepter, which had countless points of light swirling around it, to fly out from the junk pile.
As he browsed through the points of light, he could only confirm that the interrogation wasn't a small matter. The targets were Oder and the mysterious man, but he couldn't know any more.
After some thought, he cast his gaze at a point of light that had been specially marked by godhood.
It belonged to a mixed-blood policeman named Braya. He claimed to be Sea God and had endured humiliation to change his faith to the Lord of Storms, all so that he could climb higher in the police station.
He was now a superintendent!
Then, Klein cast the will of Sea God into the corresponding point of light.
Braya, who was making arrangements for his subordinates in the police station, suddenly broke out into a cold sweat. He hurriedly found an excuse and entered the bathroom.
He prayed softly, "Blessed of the sea and spirit world, Great Cavituis, your believer reports to you.
"The key person we're looking for tonight is a very thin elder. His hair has already turned completely white, but it's still rather lush. It's just that it's very messy. He's afraid of the cold and wears very thick clothes even in Bayam. He loves to eat sweets, as though he's a steam engine and sweets are high-quality coal. The higher-ups want to find him but not harm him."
Klein ignored Braya and pulled his thoughts back. He tapped the edge of the long table with his fingers.
"Compared to a portrait, this description gives me a sense of familiarity.
"I seem to have heard of it somewhere before …"
To a Seer, a sense of familiarity meant that there were clues. Hence, Klein wrote a divination statement and began questioning his spirituality.
As he silently recited the statement, he leaned back in his chair and used Cogitation as a stepping stone to enter a deep sleep.
In the dark World of Dreams, Klein found himself back in Baekeland, back at 15 Minsk Street, where he had previously rented.
In front of him was Ian, whose eyes were bright red. The big boy raised his head and said,
The boy looked up and said, "Turany von Helmosuin, the greatest scientist after Rosell The Great, mathematician, mechanic, and father of the second-generation difference engine."
Suddenly, Klein woke up and understood who MI9 was looking for!
They were looking for a great scientist who had caused the Rouen military and the Intis spy organization to fight over a third-generation difference engine manuscript, resulting in many deaths!
They were looking for a Frankenstein who had mysteriously disappeared for many years!
It was no wonder Admiral of Blood's intelligence officer, Old Quinn, had an improved radio station that was more advanced than Baekeland's! Klein was instantly enlightened.
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