Anderson, who was enjoying the cheese and cassava bread, looked up at Dhaniz and nodded thoughtfully.
"I don't know why, but I don't wish to leave West Balam. Haha, since I'm here, as a treasure hunter, how can I return empty-handed?
"In the vast forest, in the abandoned temples, there are gold, jewels, antiques, and perhaps magical items waiting for us to save them!"
Dhaniz pursed his lips and gulped down the rest of the Gwadar in his cup.
It was a beverage made from berries that were a specialty of West Balam. It was orange-yellow in color and had a tinge of sourness and sweetness. It was meant to quench one's thirst and relieve the heat. It also contained a certain amount of caffeine, allowing one to fight fatigue and become clear-headed.
After putting down the cup, he picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth. Dhaniz scoffed.
"I feel like you're up to something."
"I hope so too." Anderson smiled, not minding at all.
He had coffee to go with his breakfast.
In East and West Balam, there were many excellent coffee producing areas. They were only slightly less famous than Feynapotter's Highlands Coffee, the Southern Continent's Highlands Coffee, and Fermo Coffee from the Paz Valley near the Star Highlands.
Without waiting for Dhaniz to speak again, Andrewson smiled and said,
"Isn't that great? I'll provide protection for free, and you'll be my translator. Everyone will benefit. "
Thinking of how he was only a Sequence 7 and was wanted by one faction after another, Dhaniz somehow felt that Anderson's words made sense.
He coughed lightly and said,
"But at some point, I will ask you to avoid it."
"If you say 'please', I'm fine with it," Anderson said in a relaxed manner.
Dhaniz put on his cloak and walked towards the entrance of the hotel, ready to start today's investigation.
On the way, he suddenly blurted out,
"Have you ever had such an experience? He often dreamed of an angel descending and wrapping himself in layers of wings.
"No, it's not just dreams. When I'm awake, I'll occasionally have the same hallucinations."
Andrewson glanced at the boxing glove Dhaniz was wearing and pondered for a few seconds before revealing a smile.
"Do you believe in some secret existence?
"Or did you come into contact with any ancient objects?"
Dhaniz's expression stiffened. He forced a smile and said,
"If it was as simple as you said, I would have guessed the reason long ago!"
As he spoke, he brushed past the three men who had just entered the hotel and walked out.
Anderson habitually sized up the passersby to confirm the environment. Therefore, he casually glanced at the three men and discovered that they were a master and two servants. The master was tall and had brown skin. His facial features were soft, and he seemed to be of mixed blood from Balam and Rouen. His attire was more in the style of the Northern Continent — a silk top hat, black suit, and a gold-inlaid cane.
Of the two servants, one was a standard local who seemed to have come from the plantation. He helped his master carry the spare cane and leather suitcase. The other was also a mixed-race, with a meaty face and loose clothes. He had a sword on his waist, and he seemed to be a bodyguard.
Anderson retracted his gaze indifferently and followed Dhaniz to the street.
With great interest, he pointed at the coffins that were either pulled by horses or carried by humans.
"Do you want to try this?
"It's very interesting. After getting used to it, you will feel that death isn't something to be afraid of. Who knows, you might be able to open the lid and stand up again at any time."
Dhaniz glanced at the strange means of transportation and shook his head without any hesitation.
"As a pirate, I more or less believe in the Lord of Storms and avoid certain things. One of them is to stay away from coffins."
"I'm different. I don't have any taboos." Anderson casually took out a few Trace coins and bought a few copies of newspapers from a newsboy who was hawking his wares on the street.
It had to be said that the various cities in the Southern Continent weren't any worse than the Northern Continent when it came to the paperboy system. After all, labor was cheaper, and there were more children who needed to be subsidized.
As Dhaniz walked down the street in search of carriages that were targeted at foreigners, he took a newspaper from Anderson and quickly flipped through it.
Suddenly, he noticed a piece of news:
"… Famous pirate who calls himself Admiral Hell, Ludwell, was killed by the crazy adventurer, German Sparrow. His Black Tulip and his entire fleet were taken over by Mirella, who calls himself Death's Envoy …"
"This …" Dhaniz's mouth turned agape bit by bit as he failed to close it.
He finally understood why German Sparrow had warned him to be careful of people from the Charismatic Order!
This madman had actually killed the leader of the seven pirate admirals, Ludwell!
After about ten seconds, Dhaniz handed the newspaper to Anderson with a blank expression.
"Look at this."
With a smile on his face, Anderson took the newspaper and quickly skimmed through it.
After a brief silence, he whistled and chuckled.
"That fellow should have a new nickname.
"The Bane of Pirate Admirals!"
Dhaniz didn't dare nod as he sighed wistfully.
"When I first met him, although I already found him terrifying, I never expected him to be this terrifying."
At this moment, he recalled his attempt to recruit German Sparrow to be a sailor on the Golden Dream.
And in the hotel they had just left, Klein had already checked into a luxurious room. He stood by the window and looked down at the two "Hunters" who weren't walking seriously.
Stroking the nail on his sleeve, he unfolded the letter and wrote:
"… I suspect that the one possessing Ince Zangwill is an evil spirit of the Hunter pathway. You can investigate in this direction.
"… Attached is a Soul Assurer Beyonder characteristic. It originates from a pitiful person who was" Grazed. "I freed him and promised to return his characteristic to the Church of Evernight."
…
East Balam. Just as Leonard was about to attend the morning meeting, he suddenly saw the angel-level messenger holding the four blonde, red-eyed heads appear in front of him.
He, who was already numb to this, received the letter and opened it. He was somewhat surprised to see an item that resembled a resplendent night sky.
This is … Leonard vaguely understood what the item was as he hurriedly unfolded the letter and read it.
More than twenty seconds later, he slowly sighed and muttered to himself.
It's indeed a Beyonder characteristic.
Klein is still very friendly towards the Church and the Nighthawks …
Feeling rather gratified, he took out the two dead, ringed, transparent worms and put them into the envelope. Then, he summoned the messenger of the German Sparrow and handed it to him, along with a gold coin.
After doing this, Leonard loosened the top button of his shirt, walked out of the room, and went underground.
On the way, he met Daly Simone.
Daly, who was still dressed as a Spirit Medium, looked ahead and asked very naturally,
"Any new clues?"
"… It's suspected to be an evil spirit of the Hunter pathway." Leonard fell silent for two seconds before finally choosing not to hide the matter.
Daly nodded indiscernibly and said thoughtfully,
"It's very likely that they have the instinct to provoke us. They will take the initiative to leave clues for us along the way. Of course, this may contain a certain degree of misdirection."
…
Knock. Knock. Knock. Someone knocked on the door to the Blue Avenger's captain's cabin.
"Come in," Alger said in a deep voice as he put down the brass sextant in his hand.
A sailor opened the door and looked back. Under the urging of many of his companions, he hesitantly entered the room, punched his left chest with his right fist, and bowed.
"Holy Lord of Storms!"
When Alger responded, he forced a smile.
"Captain, many pirates and sailors from merchant ships have recently said that they found valuable items in the ruins of Bansy Harbor. There's even gold.
"We don't seem to have any particularly important missions recently. Everyone is wondering if we should make a trip to Bansy on the way. Even if such a bustling harbor has been searched many times, there should still be many things left …"
Alger listened expressionlessly and pondered for a few seconds before saying, "I can understand your feelings.
Let's do it this way. We'll sail in the direction of Bansy Harbor, but we won't set a destination. If nothing happens along the way, we'll stay there for a day. "
"Alright, Captain." The sailor excitedly punched his left chest with his right fist again. "May the Storm be with you."
"May the Storm be with you." Alger watched his subordinate leave and closed the door.
Then, as though nothing had happened, he poured a cup of Lanti Proof without any joy or anger and slowly savored it.
Everything that had just happened was actually within his expectations. This was because the news of someone finding valuable items in the ruins of Bansy Harbor had been spread by him in disguise.
As the "captain" of the Church of the Storm, he was constantly under the supervision of his sailors. Having already been to Bansy once, it would be easy for others to suspect him if he proposed to head there again. Therefore, Alger decided to let the sailors make the request themselves!
This way, even if something were to be discovered or encountered in Bansy Harbor, no one would suspect him as the captain.
And to the sailors, especially those who had just squandered their money in Bayam, Alger knew very well what kind of rumors were the most tempting and what kind of news could move them.
In addition, the Blue Avenger had stayed in Bayam for long enough. If it didn't leave soon, it would be equally suspicious.
As for monitoring Artisan Charve, it was naturally left to The Hermit Cattleya. Due to the Aurora Order's "investigation," this pirate admiral and her Future would be loitering around the Rorsted Sea for a period of time. It was said that there was an important stronghold of the Moses Ascetic Order here.
After drinking the liquor, Alger put down his cup and looked out the window at the undulating sea.
He softly said, "Bansy …"
…
Considering that it was already late June and that Will Auceptin might be born at any time, Klein rested for a while before heading above the gray fog to bring the radio transceiver to the real World. He also warned himself that he could only ask two questions at most.
Suddenly, in the dark and cold room, the unmanned transceiver made a clicking sound.
PS: I'll add more monthly votes in June. I originally planned to add it during the climax, but after taking a look, it doesn't seem to be in time. I'll add it on the last weekend of July. Requesting monthly votes!
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