Dhaniz opened his mouth and subconsciously spat out a word in Intis.
"Hotel."
The air seemed to instantly freeze. Dhaniz looked at the carriage driver's dark brown skin, coarse and messy black hair, relatively soft facial features, and the same blank expression. He silently exhaled, resigned to his bad luck, carried his luggage, and walked to the other end of the street.
"Dogsh * t! I actually encountered a carriage driver who doesn't know Intis! Shouldn't he know a few words from the Northern Continent if he's ferrying passengers near the dock? There are so many Intis, Rouen, and Feysacian people coming and going here! " As Dhaniz mumbled, he looked ahead, searching for passersby who looked like they came from the Northern Continent or had the corresponding bloodline. He could then successfully check into the hotel and fill his stomach.
According to what he knew, there were quite a number of Intis immigrants in Behrens Harbor. There were also some Rouen, Feysacian, and Feynapotter people. As long as he encountered one or two, communication wouldn't be a problem.
However, Dhaniz felt that all of this was under the premise that he didn't faint from heatstroke during his search.
"This dogsh * t weather!" He looked up at the blue sky, the white clouds, and the not-so-blazing Sun. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and cursed with a slightly warped expression.
Despite cursing, Dhaniz knew very well that the temperature in the Southern Continent was moderate in this season, even a little on the low side. The reason why he was feeling so hot was because he was wearing the Sun Brooch. However, having just arrived here, he didn't dare take off the brooch and stuff it into his luggage. If he were to accidentally lose this item, he could imagine the cold and crazy look in German Sparrow's eyes.
A few people from the Northern Continent, any country would do. I'm a great pirate who knows many languages … Dhaniz kept muttering as his mind was filled with iced beer and the icebergs floating in the ocean.
As he muttered, he suddenly raised his hand to rub his eyes.
He finally saw a fellow who was clearly of Northern Continent descent!
Moreover, it seemed like it was someone he knew!
Diagonally in front of Danitz, at the end of the street illuminated by the warm sunlight, a young man with short blond hair was leaning against the wall, playing a silver harmonica.
He had a pair of green eyes, and he wore a white shirt with the top two buttons unbuttoned, a completely open black vest, and dark-colored trousers. He wore a lone black glove. He was none other than the strongest hunter of the Fog Sea, Anderson Hood!
What a coincidence! This fellow actually came to West Balam … Dhaniz was delighted, feeling as though he had finally found a piece of driftwood in a sea of people. Without the time to recall Anderson's performance on the Golden Dream, he went over and greeted him with the standard tone of a hunter.
"What? You can't continue being a treasure hunter anymore, so you've started performing on the streets? "
He noticed that there was an upside-down hat in front of Anderson. There were twenty to thirty brass coins inside, a small number of which belonged to the Intis Coppe, and most of which belonged to the local Trace.
"Trace" meant "copper" in Intis language.
Anderson stopped playing and shot a glance at Dhaniz.
"That's not my hat.
"I happened to be passing by and saw a hat on the ground without anyone noticing. I felt a little wistful, so I took out the harmonica and played it. To my surprise, quite a number of people were listening and threw some money into it.
"A boorish pirate like you probably doesn't understand the charm of music. It has no boundaries. Let me tell you, your captain especially likes it …"
"Stop!" Dhaniz's forehead pricked up as he stopped Anderson's stray words and asked, "Why are you here?"
Anderson held the harmonica in his hand and thought about it seriously.
"That's a good question.
"I don't know how I ended up in West Balam either. I can't remember what happened in the past two months."
Dhaniz originally wanted to tell him to stop joking, but Anderson's serious expression made him believe him.
He deliberated and asked, "You can't remember anything?"
Anderson put away the silver harmonica and bent down to pick up the hat that had quite a number of coins on it.
He flicked the dust and said, "My last memory is that I was in Bayam. After I parted ways with German Sparrow, I seemed to be going to a prearranged place to meet someone. But when I woke up, I was in West Balam …
"Haha, don't worry about such things. It's good that I'm still alive. Ah, it's almost noon. Let's go find a place to eat. I heard that Behrens' pork knuckles are especially famous."
As he spoke, Anderson placed the hat and the coins inside beside the homeless man next door.
Danitz was hot, hungry, and tired. When he heard that, he perked up.
Upon hearing that, he said with a jolt, "You know Dutanese?"
Anderson immediately scoffed.
"Haven't you heard of the many adventures a treasure hunter like me has in West Balam?"
That's right. I was planning on asking you about West Balam … The situation here is chaotic and dangerous. If I could pull Anderson along, it would definitely be a lot safer. Furthermore, I would have an interpreter! I can't say that I hired him. I can't afford to pay him … Dhaniz smiled.
"Then I'm relieved. Let's go."
He carried his luggage and went around to the side of the street with Anderson. They found a nearby restaurant and went in.
Hearing the waiter's babbling in the indigenous language and seeing the menu filled with unknown words, Dhaniz felt a headache coming on.
"Come and see."
As he spoke, he passed the menu to the Fog Sea's Strongest Hunter.
Anderson didn't extend his hand and replied with a calm expression,
"I don't understand either."
"… Didn't you say you know Dutanese?" Dhaniz blurted out in surprise.
Anderson spread his hands.
"I never said that.
"Does coming to West Balam in search of treasure have anything to do with knowing Dutanese?"
"You don't know Dutanese, so how can you understand the words in the ancient temples and castles? How are we going to find the treasure? "Dhaniz's expression became a little twisted again, and he couldn't help but speak faster.
Anderson picked up the cup that the waiter had just set up and gulped down the water.
"A problem that can be solved with a dictionary isn't considered a problem.
"Besides, can't I communicate with people from the Southern Continent just because I don't know Dutanese?"
With that said, he turned to look at the waiter and said in Intis, "Two specialty pork knuckles."
The waiter wore a blank look as he kept pointing at the menu.
Anderson wasn't flustered at all. He calmly pressed his right hand to his nose and mimicked a pig's snort.
The waiter was first taken aback before he revealed a look of enlightenment. Then, Anderson pointed at his knuckles and the Behrens icon on the menu, using his finger to gesture the number 2.
"*% ¥#" The waiter spoke in accented Dutanese as he nodded repeatedly, indicating that he understood. As for Dhaniz, he was dumbfounded by the side.
The waiter was first taken aback before he revealed a look of enlightenment. Then, Anderson pointed at his knuckles and the Behrens icon on the menu, using his finger to gesture the number 2.
Anderson gestured with a few simple Dutanese words before finally completing his order. He turned to smile at Dhaniz.
"Do you understand? In this World, the real universal language is body language! "
Dhaniz watched in a daze as the corners of his mouth twitched in response.
…
The carriage drove out of West Borough and headed south at a fork in the road. Soon, it arrived at a military base.
With Colonel Calvin's letter and a lieutenant leading the way, Klein successfully entered and arrived at a square paved with rammed earth. Parked there was a behemoth that was a combination of dark blue and pure white.
The airship was dozens of meters long, and a sturdy and light alloy skeleton extended out from its body. It spread out and intersected with each other, supporting an airtight and waterproof cloth with an airbag. Below it were machine gun muzzles, projectile ports, and cannon ports.
At this moment, the high-combustion steam engine had yet to hum, and the corresponding propellers had yet to spin. Everything appeared extremely silent.
Klein handed his documents and identification to the officer standing guard by the gangway. After receiving permission, he carried his suitcase and boarded the airship.
It was like a ship's cabin, divided into three levels. The top level had complicated machinery and a warehouse for storing goods. In the middle was a hall where buffets and dances could be held. Around the hall and on both sides of the passageway that led to the upper and lower levels were lounges. As for the lowest level, it was a machine gun room, ammunition room, cannons, and rooms for the soldiers.
Passing by the guards with rifles, Klein followed the officer's instructions and found the corresponding lounge. He placed his luggage beside a sofa-like chair.
Then, he picked up a glass of water on the table, walked to the window, and looked out at the scenery.
Frankly speaking, although he knew a little about everything, he only knew a little. Therefore, he didn't understand the design principles of this latest model of airship. He didn't know how high it could fly or how much turbulence it would experience in midair.
This made him a little uneasy. Before he set off, he had done a divination above the gray fog and received a revelation that he could arrive at his destination relatively smoothly.
There seems to be a seatbelt. This World has been in the airship industry for many years, and it's relatively experienced in all aspects … Klein was just about to retract his gaze from the outside and admire the decorations in the room and the candlelight behind the hard glass cover when he suddenly saw a group of people approaching the airship numbered 1345.
There were men and women, and they were basically wearing thin black windbreakers and red gloves. They carried suitcases of different sizes. Only one of them was wearing a mysterious spiritualist robe. She wore blue eyeshadow and blush. It was none other than Daly Simone.
And behind this lady was the black-haired, green-eyed Leonard Mitchell.
Without anyone noticing, Leonard's footsteps suddenly slowed down. Following that, he raised his head and looked at the second level of the airship.
His eyes reflected Dawn Dantès, who had white sideburns and deep blue eyes. He was wearing a formal suit and a bow tie.
This gentleman stood behind a window and revealed a genial smile as he raised the cup in his hand.
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