Why would a madman like German Sparrow get someone to claim Admiral of Blood's bounty on his behalf? That's not right. Why can he claim Admiral of Blood's bounty? Dhaniz suddenly snapped out of his confusion and confusion as he grasped the crux of the matter.
He suddenly lowered his head to prevent his eyes from revealing his surprise and confusion.
The adventurers beside him continued.
"How is that possible? No one would dare claim it on their behalf! "
"That's right, unless they wish to suffer the wrath of the Church of the Storm or betray German Sparrow!"
"Forty-two thousand pounds … If I can obtain such a bounty, I'll immediately head to Baekeland and become a tycoon!"
"Haha, shouldn't I enjoy half a year in the Red Theater first?"
"Perhaps German Sparrow can claim Intis, Feysac, or Feynapotter's bounty. Although it won't be as much as forty-two thousand pounds, it's definitely not a small sum …"
…
As the adventurers spoke, they began fantasizing about their lives after obtaining 42000 pounds. They even argued until their faces turned red due to their differing ideals.
No way … Are they implying that German Sparrow killed Admiral of Blood? No, although this madman has always had such thoughts, he lacks the necessary helpers. He needs to cooperate with Captain … Anderson Hood? Dhaniz stood up, pressed down on his cap, lowered his head, and hurriedly walked towards the billiard and card rooms. There were often newspapers placed there.
As soon as he left, the adventurers from before looked at his back, lowered their voices, and discussed with each other.
"Do you know him? It's obvious there's something wrong with him, being so secretive and cowardly! "
"I didn't get a good look at him, but I think he's a pirate who came to Bayam to gather intelligence."
"Should we …" An adventurer made a throat-slitting gesture.
"Perhaps he's someone we can't afford to offend. Let's wait until this period is over." Another adventurer stopped his companion.
Dhaniz entered an empty billiard room and came to a corner. He picked up a stack of newspapers and quickly flipped through them. Gradually, his expression warped.
What did that madman do? Did he really kill General of Blood? It had only been a few months, and his strength had risen to this level! Also, the newspapers didn't mention Anderson Hood at all … "Dhaniz was both surprised and glad. He felt that it was a very wise decision for him to submit to the German Sparrow. Otherwise, others would have read about him being hunted down and exchanged for a bounty.
No, no, at that time, my death was not qualified to be published in the newspapers … Hiss, German Sparrow was really a member of an evil organization … As he thought about it, Dhaniz suddenly froze, as if he had turned into a stone statue.
Because he was probably a member of that evil organization …
"Haha, the church and the military always like to exaggerate things. Yes, it's a secret organization, not an evil organization!" Dhaniz comforted himself. He once again felt that the organization behind German Sparrow was extremely mysterious and powerful.
The fact that one of the seven pirate admirals, Señor, had been hunted was proof!
Phew … Dhaniz exhaled as he praised The Fool inwardly in fear, expressing his desire to do things seriously.
…
In a small building near the governor-general's office, Erland and Oz Kent walked out.
"It's finally over …" Erland sighed as he wore his captain's hat.
Oz Kent rubbed his nose, which had turned red from frequent drinking, and echoed with a sigh.
"That's right."
Due to German Sparrow, they had been quarantined and investigated for two days. They had faced Interrogators who were best at such matters.
Thankfully, Erland didn't hide anything from the beginning. He had reported to the higher-ups that German Sparrow's origins were unknown, but he had good intentions towards the military. Adding this crazy adventurer to the ranks of informants and investigating his background was a decision made by the higher-ups. It had nothing to do with him.
As for Oz Kent, there weren't any problems. Helping German Sparrow collect his bounty was something he should have done according to normal procedures.
Slowly walking along the path in the middle of the garden towards the door, Erland casually sighed.
"Who knew that German Sparrow would be so crazy and powerful …"
According to what he knew, killing Admiral of Blood was only the most ordinary and insignificant thing German Sparrow had done that day.
And such a crazy fellow had taken the initiative to enter the dangerous Bansy in order to save a few passengers and crew members who had only expressed their friendliness to him.
Only after the incident did Erland realize that the hidden horror in Bansy far exceeded his imagination. The Church of the Storm had directly destroyed the entire place!
If I were to tell the interrogators that German Sparrow has a soft and kind heart, they would definitely think that I'm lying … Humans are truly a collection of contradictions … Erland silently shook his head.
After hearing Erland's wistful sigh, Oz Kent replied with a bitter smile.
"Back then, I thought that the person you introduced was only a rather powerful adventurer. In the end, he even killed Admiral of Blood! Damn it, I even believe that he has the ability to become the Fifth King. Look at that forest, look at the nearby mountains, and you won't doubt my words!
"That place is like, like …"
Erland glanced at Oz Kent and helped him add, "It's like being bombarded by coastal artillery over a hundred times."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Oz Kent agreed with Erland's description.
"That's right, that's right!" Oz Kent agreed with Erland's description.
At this moment, the two had already walked out the door.
Elland looked at the night sky that was dotted with stars and the crimson but dim moon. After a few seconds of silence, he adjusted his collar and said,
"I hope he doesn't return to the sea …"
…
Bayam, 6 Spire Street.
Denton, who was dressed in a child's suit, ran into the study and said to his sister, who was practicing her sketch,
"Donna, t-they said that Uncle Sparrow is a bad guy, a cultist, and a murderer!
"T-they even showed me the newspapers!"
Donna turned her head and wrinkled her nose.
"I don't believe it!
"Uncle Sparrow is a just, brave, and kind adventurer. This is something we've seen with our own eyes. It's definitely more accurate than the newspapers!"
She hesitated for a moment before smoothly saying,
"A-although he has a very scary and ugly appearance, that's the price of a dream and a guardian! Denton, you have to remember that those newspapers always like to fabricate content based on rumors and hearsay. "
"Yes, yes!" Denton nodded heavily. "I've already scolded them!"
Donna praised her brother and subconsciously turned her head to look out the window. She saw the light from the gas lamps shining into her garden. It was quiet, peaceful, and gentle.
…
Hillston Borough, in a high-end hotel.
Klein placed a folded white handkerchief into his left breast pocket and took off his half top hat.
Today would be the day that the mysterious tycoon, Dawn Dantès, would officially make his debut in public!
He didn't wait for the shares of the bicycle company and the mystical item to be sold. He planned on using the 2,962 pounds he had left from before to support his initial expenses.
This was more than enough, equivalent to six to seven years of income for an upper-middle-class person!
Last night, Arrodes didn't enter my dream. This means that without any close contact, it won't be able to sense that I've returned to Baekeland. This is a good thing. Yes, I'll use the radio transceiver to contact it tonight and ask about the evil spirit. After that, it won't be so complicated. Klein mumbled inwardly, picked up his cane, and walked out of the hotel.
At that moment, the sun after the rain shone through the thin fog, making the people walking on the streets feel better. Klein got on a carriage and headed straight for the Metropolitan Family Servant Assistance Association at 9 Canarowell Street in Cherwood Borough. He planned on hiring an experienced butler and getting him to organize a team of servants needed for the garden villa.
Inside the Metropolitan Family Servant Assistance Association, Baylin ended her conversation with a male colleague who had taken the initiative to speak to her. She lowered her head to deal with the two drops of black tea that stained her lotus-leaf-colored dress.
At that moment, she heard a mellow and heavy voice that sounded like it had experienced the vicissitudes of life.
"Good morning, Ma 'am."
Baylin hurriedly raised her head and looked in front of the reception desk. She saw a gentleman in his forties. He wore a tailcoat made of silk and held a gold-inlaid cane in his hand. At the third button of his shirt, there was a golden chain that extended to his inner pocket.
This gentleman had a pair of deep blue eyes, and his facial features were very pleasing to the eye. Even the white hair at his sideburns appeared very tasteful. Just a slight smile from him made Baylin suddenly feel her face heat up.
"Sir, y-is there anything I can help you with? Ah right, how may I address you? "Baylin hurriedly got up and said.
"Dawn Dantès," Klein said with a warm smile. "I wish to hire a butler, a good one."
"Mr. Dantès, please wait a moment. Please take a seat." Baylin hurriedly led Klein to the reception area and pointed at a fabric sofa.
Klein held a faint smile. He didn't rush her or harp on the matter. He very patiently sat down and waited for the staff to provide him with a list of butlers.
How gentlemanly … Oh no, I forgot to ask him what his requirements are! Baylin raised her hand to touch her cheeks.
"Mr. Dantès, what kind of butler do you need?"
Klein was already prepared as he replied with a mellow voice, "It's best if he has previously served a noble family."
This helped Dantès expand his connections.
This helped Dantès expand his connections.
Baylin gradually found her professional knowledge and said in detail, "Such butlers are rare.
As you know, noble families seldom change their butlers unless they are no longer able to provide effective service. Besides, even if they aren't butlers, they can take up other positions in the noble family.
"In addition, wealthy merchants have a strong desire for such butlers. They are willing to offer a premium salary. Mr. Dantès, we do have the type you need here, but the annual salary is at least 100 pounds."
That means that the weekly salary is close to 2 pounds … An ordinary butler's annual salary is only 40 to 80 pounds, which means a weekly salary of 15 soli to 1 pound 10 soli. This seems to be equivalent to a skilled worker, but the owner will provide a room, food, clothes, charcoal for heating, and other necessities. A butler doesn't have any expenses … An annual salary of more than 100 pounds is really expensive … Klein quickly calculated the price inwardly as he replied in a nonchalant manner,
"No problem, as long as they are good butlers."
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