Dhaniz jumped in fright as he blurted out, "Sorry about that.
Sorry to disturb … "
Before he finished his sentence, he had already extended his hand to grab the handle and dragged the door towards him.
Bang!
The wooden door closed in front of him, producing a sound that echoed through the corridor.
At this moment, Dhaniz finally reacted.
What was I doing just now?
"What is Anderson doing?"
He reflexively took off the black boxing glove, frowned, and thought hard for a moment. Finally, he decided to return to his room, pack his luggage, and prepare to leave.
As for what Anderson was up to, although he was curious, he had a nagging feeling that something was amiss. He planned on not getting involved to prevent himself from falling into a trap.
Captain said that I have to be respectful towards the unknown, so I have to stay a little further away … Just as Dhaniz was about to turn around, he suddenly heard the sound of a lock being twisted. He saw the wooden door open.
Anderson, whose shirt was unbuttoned, walked out with the pitch-black dagger in hand. He looked at Dhaniz with a complicated expression.
"Aren't you going to try to stop me?"
Dhaniz acutely sensed an opportunity to mock him as he immediately chuckled.
"That's your freedom.
"If you didn't make a will, I'd be rich!"
Anderson raised his hand to rub his cheeks.
"Aren't you curious about what happened to me?"
Dhaniz looked at him suspiciously.
"I have a nagging feeling that you're up to something."
Anderson laughed and said, "It's like this.
"It's like this. I was previously captured and placed in strange blood that was soaked in various materials. After a long period of corrosion, they formed a strange cocoon in my body. This will attract High-Sequence Beyonders of the Hunter pathway to a certain extent."
As he spoke, he pointed to his abdomen.
Dhaniz was taken aback when he heard that.
"I've never heard of such a thing.
"If you were a different gender, I might think that you're pregnant …"
He paused for a moment.
"That strange fellow from Revival Square was attracted by the baby in your stomach, no, the 'cocoon'?"
Seeing Anderson nod in affirmation, Dhaniz gestured with his hands.
"Did you want to cut open your abdomen and take out the 'cocoon'?"
Anderson replied sincerely,
"Yes, I'm worried that it will affect my body or attract more Demigods. I plan to quickly get rid of this hidden danger."
Dhaniz thought for a moment and asked doubtfully,
"Then why don't you try again?
"You forgot to make a will and want me to be your witness?"
Anderson's cheeks twitched as he chuckled.
"Not bad. Your Provoker Potion should have been completely digested."
He sighed and said, "That's right.
"After careful analysis, I believe that it was impossible to take it out directly. Otherwise, they wouldn't have needed to soak me in the plasma and let the materials corrode me bit by bit. They could've cut open my abdomen, put the 'cocoon' inside, and sew it up.
Without waiting for Dhaniz to respond, he said while thinking,
"Don't you have German Sparrow's contact information? He's experienced a lot and has a lot of knowledge. I wish to seek his advice on how to resolve similar problems. "
In the past few months, Danitz had been very afraid of being told that he was related to Gehrman Sparrow. He subconsciously retorted, "That's right.
He subconsciously retorted, "No! Ever since he left the Golden Dream, I've never seen him again! "
The corners of Anderson's mouth curled up.
"Back when you were writing to German Sparrow, I was beside him and saw his messenger."
Dhaniz's expression froze. After a few seconds, he forced a smile.
"Then why didn't you directly summon his messenger?"
Anderson raised his hand once again and touched his throat. He chuckled and said, "That's right.
He chuckled and said, "I don't know the ritual to summon his messenger."
Dhaniz still felt that Anderson was up to no good. He wasn't willing to let Anderson confirm that he was in frequent contact with German Sparrow.
Instead, he suggested, "Actually, you can seek help from our captain on such matters. She's knowledgeable and good at research. She has grasped many mystic arts, and she can also seek help from the Church of the God of Wisdom. She should be able to provide a solution to the cocoon in your abdomen.
"Haha, if you're embarrassed, I can help you talk to her."
Just as he said that, he saw the smile on Anderson's face brighten. He heard Anderson quickly reply, "That's right.
He heard Anderson quickly reply, "Alright, let's do that!
"I've already packed my luggage. When can we set off?"
"…" Dhaniz was stunned for a few seconds. He had a nagging feeling that he had been scammed by Anderson again.
He returned to his room and finished the rest of his beer. He quickly threw the miscellaneous items into his luggage, leaving behind a dried leaf with golden patterns.
This was a keepsake that Dhaniz had used to establish contact with the Northern State's leader, General Maysanchez's subordinates. According to German Sparrow's instructions, he had left the leaf in his room for the person in charge to handle.
…
Inside the room that Dhaniz had retreated from, a candle was suddenly lit as a scarlet flame rose more than two meters tall.
Amidst the flames, a figure walked out. He was wearing a silk top hat and a black suit. His sideburns were white, and his blue eyes were deep. He had a mature bearing and outstanding looks. He was none other than Klein, who had transformed into Dawn Dantès.
After picking up the dried leaf with golden patterns, Klein left the hotel and circled around the sealed Revival Square. He arrived at the core of Cookawa City, White Feather Square.
General Maysanchez's residence was located here, beside a Death cathedral that led downwards.
As a standard Rouen gentleman, he felt a sense of incongruity when he walked through the city. There were very few foreigners here, and they could only be seen around Celebration Square where the embassies were located. The rest of the places were basically filled with locals from Balam.
Their skin was brown, their hair was black and curly, and their facial features were soft. In the eyes of many people from the Northern Continent, people of the same gender only differed in height and weight.
These locals, be it men or women, liked to smoke East Balam cigarettes that were made from dried tobacco leaves wrapped in herbs. Along the way, Klein would occasionally see residents puffing out smoke by the roadside.
In addition, a large number of them would hang a fruit known as Dalawa by their waists.
This fruit was the size of two fists, and its skin was extremely thick. After digging out a tiny hole and eating the flesh, it could be used to store water, alcohol, and all sorts of beverages.
According to Klein's observations, most of what they drank was orange-yellow Gwadar. It was sour with a hint of sweetness that quenched thirst and was extremely refreshing.
I didn't even have the chance to try it before … Klein mumbled and found the guard on duty at the general's residence. He requested to meet a man named Haggis.
Due to his Rouen appearance and gentlemanly attire, the guard didn't reject him or make things difficult for him. One of them went in and called out a man who wasn't in his thirties.
The man's facial features and skin color were standard Balam, but his slightly curly black hair was pulled straight and neatly combed back, as though he was imitating the upper echelons of the various countries in the Northern Continent.
He was wearing a white shirt, a black vest, and a very formal bow tie. The moment he saw Dawn Dantès, he said in standard Rouen, "Good afternoon.
I'm Haggis. It's an honor to meet you. "
His accent was a little fast, and it was different from any language spoken in Rouen.
Klein had lived in high society for some time after all, so he wasn't surprised when he heard that.
He smiled and said, "Good afternoon. I'm Dawn Dantès. I never expected to meet a gentleman who's adept at using Rouen's aristocratic accent here."
Haggis couldn't hide his smile.
"Many children of Rouen's aristocratic families have come to East and West Balam in search of opportunities. I was fortunate enough to learn the language from a few of them."
"Oh, I might know some of them." Klein wasn't in a rush to discuss business as he exchanged pleasantries with him in a gentlemanly manner.
Haggis smiled.
"My friend, Colonel Alfred Hall. He's the second son of an earl."
Hall … Klein chuckled.
"I once met Earl Hall at a charity gala. He's a true aristocrat.
"This World sure is small."
Haggis nodded in agreement.
"Perhaps it's fate. Unfortunately, Alfred was transferred to East Balam last year. "
He didn't say anything else as he immediately invited Dawn Dantès into the general's residence.
When he passed through the side door, Klein suddenly looked up and saw the colorful glass pieces embedded in the door frame.
The glass pieces shimmered with different glows under the sunlight, as though they were moving lines of sight.
PS: The number of words is a little short. It'll be normal tomorrow.
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