Discovering that a pirate worth £3,000 had disguised himself and boarded the ship, Klein immediately became wary. He smiled and said to
Outwardly calm, he walked towards the Fourth Boatswain of the "Iceberg", his gaze locked on the target.
"Flame" Danitz, whose smile had already stiffened, saw the young adventurer with mad blood flowing through him slowly approaching, and a thought suddenly crossed his mind: Run! Run fast! Run with all your might! Even if it means using extraordinary abilities and exposing his true identity, he must run immediately!
In his eyes, that restrained and cold adventurer was a true monster in human skin!
Just as Danitz was about to act, he suddenly calmed down, remembering last night: The other party had not attacked him; he had let him leave!
That is, he didn't have the hostility to hunt me down; this crisis can be resolved through communication... Running away would only aggravate the conflict... "Flame" Danitz's mind raced, and relying on his rich experience, he forcibly controlled his legs and waited normally in place.
Klein walked step by step to him and said with a smile: "Good morning, we meet again."
That gentle and polite smile made Danitz inexplicably shudder. He twitched the corner of his mouth and said: "Good morning."
Maintaining his persona, Klein's expression gradually turned cold: "What are you doing on the ship?"
"Going to the
"What are you going there for?" Klein pressed with a flat tone.
Danitz gave a strained smile: "Waiting for our captain's orders; there might be a mission."
He will probably kick me off the ship. Regardless, a pirate boarding a passenger ship carries inherent risk... After saying this, Danitz speculated on the possible outcome.
For him, this would be a pretty good result, at most wasting a ticket.
Klein fell silent, and his silence made Danitz's hair stand on end.
After five or six seconds, he spoke again: "Which cabin are you in?"
"First class, Cabin 312." Danitz raised the ticket in his hand to his eyes.
He didn't dare look down, afraid the other might attack suddenly.
Klein nodded almost imperceptibly: "Is there a servant's room?"
"Yes." "Flame" Danitz answered subconsciously, but inside he was utterly confused, not understanding the significance of the question.
Then he heard the other speak as if giving orders to a subordinate: "You sleep there."
Huh? Where? I sleep in the servant's room? He's not going to kick me off the ship? Danitz was startled and blurted out: "Why?"
Klein glanced at him and uttered a single word indifferently: "Hostage."
Hostage? He's worried I'm here to act as an inside man for a later pirate attack on the White Agate, so he plans to use me as a hostage? It makes sense. If that's the case, even if he kicks me off now, the pirate attack can't be avoided later; it's better to have a hostage to facilitate negotiations... Damn it, I hate this kind of arrogant, cold, inarticulate guy who always says just one or two words or half sentences and makes you guess the rest! If, if it weren't for the fact that I can't beat him, I wouldn't even talk to this guy! How did I think his temper suited me before? I must have been crazy... Danitz thought with his teeth itching.
"Alright." He sighed helplessly.
"Go to your cabin." Klein maintained the perfected persona of Gehrman Sparrow.
Phew... "Flame" Danitz picked up his suitcase and reluctantly led the monster in human skin into the cabin, up to the upper deck, and arrived at Cabin 312.
After opening the door, Klein quickly glanced around and felt it was incomparably better than the second-class cabin.
The living room was about 30 square meters, connected to a master bedroom and three servant's rooms, with an independent bathroom, standard wardrobe, and a heartwood desk.
Danitz put down his suitcase, glanced at the servant's room, and suddenly thought of a very important question: "Are you just going to leave the master bedroom empty?"
As soon as he spoke, he already knew the answer.
"It's mine." Klein smiled courteously.
Indeed, to keep an eye on me... Danitz felt depressed.
Klein walked two steps on the carpet, then pointed to the door: "Follow me downstairs."
"...Alright." Danitz was a bit bewildered, not knowing what the other intended.
The combo of adventurer and infamous pirate soon reached the second-class cabin area and found Klein's original room.
After opening the door, Klein didn't go in but pointed inside and said to Danitz: "Pack the things on the table into the suitcase."
What? Pack up? I pack for you? Danitz was almost stunned.
In an instant, he felt a surge of anger rush to his head: I, "Flame" Danitz, Fourth Boatswain of the "Iceberg", infamous pirate with a bounty of £3,000, how can I be ordered around like a servant!
My dignity, my reputation, forbid me from accepting such humiliation!
Seeing that "Flame" Danitz had turned into a stone statue, standing motionless, Klein gave him a cold glare.
Danitz's body trembled.
He took a breath, smiled uglier than crying, and replied: