Going out to buy a dictionary at night in a city that's a little chaotic, and with the appearance of an Intis patient … No, I can't keep wearing these boxing gloves … Dhaniz was stunned for a few seconds. He suddenly raised his hand, untied the boxing gloves, and tried to take them off.
Halfway through his action, he suddenly paused and sized Anderson up. He glanced at the black glove on Anderson's left hand and laughed dryly as he put the glove back on.
"I believe that in the Southern Continent, in this place, the most important thing is still one's own strength." Dhaniz added with a fake smile.
Anderson's expression didn't change as he continued stroking his chin.
"Then what are you going to do?"
Dhaniz pointed to the staircase.
"I plan to find the owner of the hotel and borrow his dictionary. I don't think he won't teach his children Dutanese."
"That's a train of thought, but even if you have a dictionary, you won't be able to learn it in a short period of time. Even if you're only able to grasp a few words, it's still quite difficult. After all, this is a different language system from the Northern Continent." "Let me give you a solution. Your captain should have taught you some ritualistic magic in the domain of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, right?"
"Yes." Dhaniz nodded without thinking.
Anderson clapped his hands.
"Then I can teach you a new ritualistic magic. By praying to the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, you will gain the ability to understand, recognize, and write Dutanese for a week."
Dhaniz shook his head without hesitation.
"I believe in the Lord of Storms, not the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. The reason why some of the ritualistic magic from before was because of Captain."
As he said this, he glanced at Anderson.
"Weren't you born in Senegal, grew up in Lenburg, and were classmates with the captain?
"Then, you should also be a believer of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. Wouldn't it be more appropriate and effective for you to hold the ritual?"
Anderson shook his head and smiled.
"Although they are all believers, there are only a few who can truly receive a response."
He pretended to think for a moment before saying,
"The best way is to ask the priests and bishops of the Church of Knowledge for help and ask them to make some amulets. Hmm, I remember that there are a few missionaries from Lenburg in Behrens Port. Why don't we pay them a visit tomorrow …"
Dhaniz was about to answer, but he suddenly put on a puzzled expression.
"I have a feeling that you seem to be plotting something …"
Anderson's expression froze.
…
On the airship, Klein had his seatbelt fastened and a blanket draped over him. He was already fast asleep as he leaned against the back of his chair.
At this time, it was dark outside the window, and the lights on the ground were sparse. The scenery seemed to be moving slowly, but it was actually moving quickly. Everything seemed so peaceful and calm.
After an unknown period of time, Klein suddenly woke up and stretched his neck.
As he was wearing Death Knell, he had drunk quite a lot of water and was woken up by the swelling in his lower abdomen.
Lifting the blanket and unbuckling his seatbelt, Klein covered his mouth and yawned. He walked out of the lounge and headed to the bathroom in the corner of the hall.
After happily resolving the problem and washing his hands, he turned around and walked out of the bathroom. When he returned to the hall, he suddenly saw a figure.
The figure stood in the dimly lit spot. She was wearing a black robe, blue eyeshadow, and blush. At a glance, she looked like a ghost that had floated out of a morgue.
Ma 'am Daly … Without a doubt, Klein knew her as he immediately reacted in shock.
Daly took a few steps forward and looked up at Dawn Dantès's face. Her gaze stopped at his eyes as she outlined a smile.
"Your eyes and bearing resemble a friend of mine, especially your eyes."
Klein immediately pretended to be relieved as he laughed.
"Ma 'am, if we were to switch genders, this would be a standard pickup line."
Daly didn't move her gaze away as she chuckled.
"There's no need to switch. Gender doesn't change the definition of such behavior.
"If I were to speak to you like this any other time, it would mean that I'm really trying to trick you into bed, or even into a cathedral.
"However, I don't have such thoughts now. I walked over because your eyes do remind me of him."
Conversing with Ma 'am Daly is a little unbearable … I can't let her take the initiative. Otherwise, she might realize that Dawn Dantès isn't a playboy with a wide range of hobbies or an expert flirt. Instead, he's an inexperienced person who would feel uncomfortable in front of a charming woman … I have to take the initiative and lead the conversation … Klein's thoughts raced as he asked in a half-joking manner,
"Ma 'am, do you like that friend?"
Daly was taken aback for a second as she pricked up her brows and lowered her head with a smile.
"This isn't something that needs to be hidden.
"If only he could be like you, brave enough to take the initiative in front of women and know how to create an ambiguous atmosphere. If that's the case, we might even have a child.
"Unfortunately, he's a conservative person. When we chat, he only talks about business and experiences. When I give him a little hint or make some jokes that go too far, he'll be very uncomfortable and always find an excuse to leave. He looks old, his hair isn't well maintained, and his memory is poor. He even forgets my birthday. When I think of him, I get very angry. I can't wait to push him onto the bed and tie his hands to the railing at the head of the bed …"
Klein looked at the top of Daly's head with a gloomy gaze. He sighed and interrupted her words.
"Madam, you talk too much."
Daly raised her head and said with a smile no different from before,
"I thought you were going to talk about this in depth."
Klein laughed.
"Then why didn't you put those thoughts into action? I can see that you are not a woman who only knows how to talk."
Daly snorted.
"Guess."
Right on the heels of that, she nodded.
"Thank you for not saying that I'm harassing you."
As she spoke, she turned around and returned to the large lounge where the Red Gloves were. The corners of Klein's mouth curled up slightly as he shook his head and walked to his cabin.
When she arrived at the entrance of the large lounge, Daly, whose gaze landed on the floor in front of her, suddenly saw a pair of leather shoes without straps.
Her gaze moved up, and her eyes reflected the black-haired, green-eyed Leonard Mitchell.
Leonard looked at the lounge that Dawn Dantès had entered and said with a suppressed voice, "He has quite a number of secrets.
"He has many secrets. It's not that simple."
Daly chuckled and nodded.
"I know."
With that said, she walked past Leonard Mitchell in a relaxed manner and walked into the large lounge.
After walking a few meters, she slowed down and lowered her head slightly again.
Leonard remained standing at the door, looking at the elongated shadows cast by the lights outside. He slowly and silently exhaled.
In the small lounge, Klein stood by the door. He raised his right hand and rubbed his Sun acupoints like a statue.
…
City of Silver, Berg household.
Derrick sat on the stool, munching on the bread made from Black-Faced Grass powder as he seriously listed out the things he should have done but hadn't done recently.
I haven't gotten the information on Bizarro Bane that Mr. World needs … I'm still lacking quite a bit of merit for a Sequence 5 Vampire Beyonder characteristic … I only have three friends, which isn't enough … There are only a few clues regarding the former Chief's mausoleum …
As these thoughts flashed through his mind, he filled his stomach, took off his shirt, and took out an open container made from stone. He used the sticky black liquid inside to smear the visible bruises on his body.
Although Black-Faced Grass was the only edible plant around the City of Silver, it wasn't the only type of plant. There were many types of them, and they were all strange. They relied on various abilities to survive and reproduce in an environment where there was only lightning and darkness without the Sun. And one of the traditions of the City of Silver was to choose different plants and combine them with the corresponding organs of monsters to brew various ointments. This was very effective in treating most injuries and diseases, preventing most residents from losing their lives because of minor problems.
This was a tradition formed by generations of Demon Hunters who constantly simplified and fixed the magical potions, holy ointments, and essential oils formulas they obtained through potions into products of lower levels!
After applying the ointment, Derrick took in the pungent stench and was about to put on his clothes when he suddenly heard knocking on the door.
He instinctively tensed up. He picked up Thunder God's Roar, the dark blue hammer that was wrapped in lightning, and carefully approached the door, prepared to kill any monsters that appeared from the darkness.
"Who is it?" Derrick asked in a deep voice.
A slightly gruff voice came from outside.
"Vallier."
At the same time, bright light illuminated the cracks in the door and the window. This was the power of a Dawn Paladin.
Derrick relaxed and opened the door to greet him.
"Vallier, aren't you going to lead a team on patrol today?"
Vallier was 2.2 meters tall, and he was Derrick's new friend. He was also the friend he recognized the most. This was because he would often restrain his strength to a greater extent. He was someone who took good care of his companions.
In addition, the closest patrolling area that included the former Chief's mausoleum was Vallier's team.
Vallier had brownish-yellow hair that was similar to Derrick's. He had a thick beard, and his favorite activity was to fight with others.
Upon hearing that, he smiled and said, "The six-member council has just ordered our team to circle around the area where the former Chief's mausoleum is located. And this is the last place left for our patrol mission.
"Let's go to the training ground and get some exercise!"
The six-member council specially ordered the patrol team to circle around that area? They can open the door to the former Chief's mausoleum today? I wonder what will happen … I hope that Elder Lovia isn't plotting something … Derrick was alarmed as he suddenly thought of something, but he didn't know what he could do.
Just as he hesitantly put on his clothes and prepared to head out to the training ground with Vallier, a figure grew out from the shadows of the street and said, "Derrick Berg, the Chief wants you to meet him at the dome.
"Derrick Berg, the Chief wants you to meet him at the dome."
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