Klein didn't say anything more, nor did he pay any attention to Danitz. He pressed down on his top hat, picked up his suitcase, and walked toward the gangplank, descending step by step.
"You're really letting me go?" "Flaming" Danitz stood on the deck, his face full of suspicion.
Although he had long anticipated this outcome—he could have imagined today's scene as far back as Damir Harbor when Gehrman Sparrow directly let him off—he still couldn't quite believe it, feeling that all of this had come too simply and easily.
No matter what, he was worth 3,000 pounds! No, that was just Loen's bounty! Wasn't Gehrman Sparrow, that madman, an adventurer? How could he let such a vast fortune slip through his fingers? It was incomprehensible... Ha, a normal person really can't understand a madman... Danitz gradually snapped out of it, picked up his luggage, and carefully walked down the gangplank, stepping onto the cement ground of the port.
He straightened his back, raised his head, and glanced at Gehrman Sparrow's retreating figure. He found that the man really didn't look back, heading straight for Sea Defense Street along the road.
Danitz didn't dare to be negligent. He immediately turned around and left via another path, sometimes turning corners, sometimes using obstacles to look back, making sure he wasn't being followed.
Soon, he arrived at that row of houses near the dock warehouse.
Gehrman Sparrow really didn't use me as bait... Danitz completely relaxed after examining himself several times.
At this moment, he felt he had finally gained his freedom. The boatswain of a dignified pirate admiral no longer had to be bullied and ordered around like a servant!
I can already see that tomorrow will be incredibly bright. A bunch of guys will be scrambling to flatter me and want to be my servants! Danitz knocked on the door happily, with a rhythm of three long knocks and three short ones, very rhythmic.
Hehe, Gehrman Sparrow asked me to give up the pirates' contact points in Bayam. Of course I'll only tell him about those we have bad blood with. He definitely won't think that our *Golden Dream*'s contact point is right on the dock... Danitz picked his nose and breathed in the refreshing sea breeze before the rain fell.
Bayam was the stronghold of the
Of course, that didn't mean they never came to Bayam. The "Red Theatre" here was the most famous brothel on this sea. Countless pirates came here for its reputation. Even if one or two of their peers were caught there every now and then, it didn't stop them from coming one after another.
Apart from the spice trade, the brothel industry was another pillar of the
Similarly, underground trades related to Beyonder materials and mysticism were quite frequent here, with many circles.
It's better in those small ports! We aren't afraid of being discovered. We can sit openly in the tavern, yell until we're spitting in the faces of the adventurers opposite us, or even get into a fight. As long as we don't cause major trouble or kill anyone, the official Beyonders there will pretend not to see it. Ha, with their strength, if they tried to intervene, they would often be taking a huge risk... Danitz thought with a hint of mockery.
Just then, he heard footsteps and saw the door creak open, a familiar face coming into view.
"Old man, not drinking today?" Danitz greeted with a smile.
Standing at the entrance was old Lyn, one of the *Golden Dream*'s contacts in the Rorsted Archipelago.
Old Lyn coughed twice and moved aside.
Danitz stepped into the dim room, his nose suddenly twitching.
He smelled the aroma of Lilang.
No! Old Lyn liked to drink the locally produced "Bayam Black"! The thought flashed through his mind, and Danitz was startled.
Next, he saw a person with their back to him stand up. The figure was tall, with dark skin and solid muscles, and hair curled like pellets.
"Steel" Maivietti! Danitz's pupils constricted sharply.
This was the second mate of "Blood Captain"
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Gusts of sea wind blew, and the slender leaves swayed, ready to fall at any moment.
Klein walked along Sea Defense Street, neither fast nor slow. The passersby around him were in a hurry, their steps rapid.
His spiritual intuition told him that the heavy rain was still a good while away, and he had enough time to find a suitable inn.
Woo! The wind grew stronger, branches broke and fell to the ground, and only a few people were left on the entire street.
Just as Klein was about to turn into another alley, he suddenly heard a rapid but chaotic sprinting sound.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Danitz ran with all his might, the scene before him already swaying.
He felt an excruciating pain in his wound, his life was rapidly ebbing away, and his spirit body had half left his physical form, drawing close to the legendary Underworld. As a result, the sounds around him were only faintly audible, and everything in his sight felt unreal.
If it weren't for the "Shadow Mantle," the ambush just now would have killed him. But even so, he was severely injured and could collapse dead by the roadside at any moment.
What kept him running toward Sea Defense Street was the belief that he had to spread the information that the contact point had been taken over by "Blood Captain's" men to warn the captain, along with the faint hope brought by that crazy but powerful figure.
If it were him, he would certainly be able to leave from under "Steel" Maivietti's clutches... Danitz's steps began to stagger, and his body gradually felt cold.
Just when he felt he couldn't hold on any longer, he saw Gehrman Sparrow standing on the corner. That refined face, concealing extreme madness, was now so comforting.
Thump!