Charve's mansion was not as messy and dirty as most bachelors'. Everything was neatly arranged, and there was no dust on the windowsill. After all, as an "artisan", he was not short of money. It was just that many of his actions needed to be kept secret, and it was not convenient for him to hire a large number of fixed servants. He had to hire people to help him by the hour.
With a glance, Alger found that this place was no different from the last time he was here. The furnishings were extremely simple. There were no expensive ornaments, paintings, or sculptures. It was like a place where ordinary people lived.
Of course, Alger knew very well that Charve could be called a rich man, but he did not care about the so-called dignity. He could spend hundreds of pounds on a limited bottle of famous wine, and he could give away a house to keep a mistress, but he would not waste a penny on expensive carpets, bone china tea sets, gold-inlaid cups and plates, or paintings by famous artists.
"A cup of Sonia blood wine." Alger's expression did not change, but he used his words and body movements to show that he was only here to get a free drink.
Charve shrugged his shoulders.
"You should be glad that I don't have the habit of keeping Lancy."
He walked to the small bar in the living room, took out an exquisite bottle of Sonia blood wine, and flipped open two glasses.
Alger, who found a sofa to sit down, took the opportunity to raise his hand and pinch the back of his neck, seemingly to relieve the discomfort of his cervical spine.
Using this movement as a cover, he naturally looked left and right, quickly examining the places he couldn't see before.
Because Charve was too lazy to decorate, Alger quickly completed his experiment. His eyes lingered on the glass window of the cabinet in the distance for a second.
Through the glass, he saw some dried grass and flowers.
There were Red-edged Flowers, Blood Moon Grass, and Monkey Face Tree Leaves. The common point was that they were all plants that were commonly seen in the Southern Continent and not found in the Northern Continent.
Alger retracted his gaze and calmly watched as Charve walked over with a wine bottle and a wine glass.
Reaching out to catch it, he chatted with the other party about various matters at sea until the small bottle of Sunia Blood Wine was emptied.
Upon seeing this, Alger bade farewell with a smile and left.
Five minutes after he left, Charve, who was sitting quietly and feeling slightly tipsy, suddenly stood up, walked to the staircase, and opened the wooden door leading to the basement.
"Did he suspect anything?"
"No."
"No matter what, this place is no longer suitable for you to live in. Move to our place as soon as possible."
"I still have some commissions to complete."
"There's no need to complete it. You won't be contacting them anymore. You've been reborn."
"Alright."
…
Two houses away, Alger sat on a bench in the garden of someone's house. He pinched his earlobe with his right hand and listened to the words carried by the wind.
…
West Balam, Behrens Harbor, outside an ordinary-looking house.
"Is it really because you don't have a good relationship with the Church of Knowledge that you instigated me to ask for the Language Proficiency Charm?" Dhaniz asked as he wiped the sweat off his forehead.
Anderson laughed in a self-deprecating and nonchalant manner.
"You can't use bad to describe it …"
"That's hostility?" Dhaniz interrupted.
Anderson glanced at him and said,
"The negative effects of your glove might not be as easy to bear as you think."
He paused for a moment and added with a chuckle.
"A more accurate description is that be it me or the people from the Church of Knowledge, none of us are happy to interact with each other."
Dhaniz held the glove with his other hand and said with some difficulty,
"But how do I request for the charm?
"Directly mentioning matters regarding mysticism to the clergymen of the orthodox Churches will result in you being locked up in a sealed land!"
Dhaniz was only a little rash at the moment, but he wasn't stupid.
Anderson threw up his hands and said, "It's very simple.
Just mention my name and indicate that you have urgent matters to attend to in West Balam. You don't have the time to learn Dutanese, nor do you dare hire a local translator. All you can do is seek help from them, hoping to obtain a few Language Proficiency Charms.
"During this process, you have to show that you know many languages in the Northern Continent. Let the missionaries know that it's not that you don't have the ability to learn Dutanese, but that you don't have the time to learn it. Then, they will set up a test for you. When that happens, as long as you obtain a decent score, you can obtain the charm."
Test … Upon hearing this familiar word, Dhaniz's forehead twitched involuntarily as he forced a smile.
"It's because you're afraid of the test that you don't dare to go yourself, right?"
He had only casually said something to hide his discomfort, but he saw Anderson's expression freeze for a second.
From the looks of it, you still have things you're afraid of … Dhaniz secretly chuckled as he was suddenly filled with confidence.
He strode into the ordinary building and realized that it was more like a collection of classrooms than the Church of Knowledge's proselytizing grounds in West Balam.
Then, he saw a white-haired elder.
Although this gentleman wasn't wearing the clergyman's attire of the Church of Knowledge, his unique scholarly bearing made Dhaniz believe that he was at least a bishop.
He had experienced a similar feeling from his captain.
"Hello." Without a shadow cloak, Dhaniz, who was dressed like an ordinary person, forced a smile as he walked over.
The elder silently watched him approach and slowly said, "Hello.
"Dhaniz."
"…" Dhaniz paused and froze on the spot. His mind was filled with "He knows me?", "How does he know me?", "Could it be that my arrest warrant isn't only circulated on the sea?"
The old man glanced at him and asked, "What is it?
"You're here for the Language Proficiency charm?"
"Yes …" Dhaniz nodded blankly. He suddenly had a feeling that he had no secrets in front of the other party.
The scholarly old man nodded slightly.
"Are you going to a place ruled by Kathami and Maysanchez?"
"Yes." Dhaniz was still in a daze.
The scholarly old man took out four brass talismans from his pocket and said, "That's right.
"I can use it for two months. It should be enough."
"…" Dhaniz took it blankly. After a few seconds, he asked, "That's it?"
So simple?
Didn't he still have to take the exam?
"You don't want it?" The scholarly old man smiled.
"No, it's not!" Dhaniz shook his head violently. Before his brain could react, he had already asked, "How do you know me? How did you know that I wanted a Language Proficiency charm? "
There was a hint of pity in the scholarly old man's eyes as he said slowly, "I'm afraid that you won't be able to escape.
"Your captain contacted me.
"She said that when you got off the boat, you didn't stop no matter how she shouted. You just charged into the dock. Actually, she had already prepared a Language Proficiency charm for you."
As he spoke, the old man shook his head. His gaze was rather complicated, as if he was looking at a very careless student in his class.
"… I should have known. Captain is such a meticulous person. There's no way he didn't consider the language barrier …" Dhaniz wanted to slap himself.
When the old man saw the change in Dhaniz's expression, he shook his head and asked,
"You didn't come here to ask for help yourself, did you? I was planning to use divination to find you. "
"Ah, yes, it was Anderson Hood who suggested it," Dhaniz immediately replied.
The scholarly old man was taken aback for a second before his expression sank.
At that moment, Anderson was sitting in the shade outside the house. He had snapped a tree branch and was casually drawing a pattern on the bare patch of grass, leisurely waiting for Dhaniz to come out.
He didn't have any doubts as to whether this unqualified Hunter could obtain a Language Proficiency charm. This was because as long as Dhaniz mentioned Vice Admiral Iceberg Edwina, everything that followed would become simple. The only difference was how many rounds of tests he had to take.
Just as he finished drawing King of the North Ulyssan's head, familiar footsteps sounded from inside to outside, approaching from afar.
Anderson's hand that held the tree branch froze for a second. He looked up and turned towards the door. He saw Dhaniz holding a thick stack of paper as he walked over with a complicated expression.
"You … failed the test?" Anderson revealed a smile that came from the bottom of his heart. He wasn't worried at all if he didn't obtain a Language Proficiency charm.
Dhaniz shook his head in a daze.
"I didn't take the test."
"…" Anderson was first taken aback before he asked in enlightenment, "Did you provide help to Captain?"
Dhaniz tersely acknowledged as he handed the stack of paper to Anderson and said, "The bishop inside wants me to tell you that a true Hunter doesn't just rely on instinct.
"The bishop inside wants me to tell you that a true hunter won't just rely on instinct. They won't just focus on the prey's information. They also need to understand their psychology and know a lot of additional knowledge.
"This is the information he gave you."
Anderson's expression turned a little complicated for a moment before he returned to normal. He chuckled.
"Thankfully, it's not much."
Dhaniz's lips quivered a few times before he finally held back his sudden smile.
He said in all seriousness, "This is only a table of contents.
"The bishop said that you should try to finish reading all the books with the names mentioned on it within two years."
Anderson's smile finally froze on his face.
…
Desi Bay, Eskelson Harbor.
Klein was like an ordinary tourist heading for the Southern Continent. He bought a ticket to East Balam and boarded the liner that was a mix of steam and sails and had many cannons.
With a whirring sound, the ship left the dock and quickly entered the Berserk Sea.
On the way, Klein discovered that the Desi fleet of the Kingdom of Rouen had been cruising along a safe sea route, as though they were on guard against something.
From the looks of it, the abnormal changes in the Berserk Sea have garnered the attention of the Rouen military … This way, the Charismatic Order probably won't be able to investigate these waters without any qualms. Of course, a fleet can't monitor all the sea routes here … Klein stood in his cabin and looked out the window as he thought wistfully in enlightenment.
At this moment, he heard a series of illusory pleas. He hurriedly went above the gray fog to take a look.
This time, the one praying was The Hanging Man. He had requested Mr. Fool to inform The Hermit that the Artisan was suspected to be under the control of a cult or secret organization. He hoped to receive some help.
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