Spice Leaf Bar, a corner.
Ireland found a man in a coffee-colored jacket, slapped him on the shoulder, and laughed.
“Why aren't you drinking Lilanz?”
The man was in his thirties, with an utterly ordinary face, but he clearly had Loen blood in him. He had brown hair, brown eyes, and a high nose bridge. His drunken demeanor vanished, and his gaze instantly grew sharp.
He swept his eyes over Ireland and Klein, then his expression became murky again, as if filled with the haze of alcohol.
“I've already had some. Give me a glass of Zarha to sober up.”
Zarha was a local malt beer, cheap and tasty.
Ireland chuckled, pointed at Klein, and said, “Gehrman Sparrow.”
Then he introduced him to Klein: “Usk Kent. Just call him Kent.” “You two talk. I have to get ready, I'm setting sail early tomorrow morning.”
He waved his hand and turned to leave without a second thought.
Klein pulled over a chair, sat down, ordered nothing, and just stared blankly at Usk Kent.
Kent felt extremely uncomfortable under his gaze. He took a swig of Zarha and said, “From now on, you can come to me for anything, as long as you can provide valuable intelligence or help us with some tasks.”
He wasn't worried about the drunks around them overhearing, since many gangs and pirate crews used similar words when recruiting informants.
“Alright.” Klein wanted to ask if the cost of the costume he used to disguise himself as Elaine to assassinate Vice Admiral Disease could be reimbursed, even though Danitz had paid for it.
But he just thought about it.
Usk Kent, feigning drunkenness, chuckled. “I've heard a few things about you from Ireland, but I still have to warn you. You can't act so crazy at sea. Pay special attention to one thing: try not to provoke pirates. I mean, don't confront them directly. It's fine to secretly provide us with information. We'll keep it a secret for you.”
This time, his voice was noticeably lower.
Seeing that Gehrman Sparrow didn't respond, he added, “Pirates don't follow the code of chivalry. They don't abide by the kingdom's laws and rules. *Belch.* If you settle down in a port city or an island colony, they will definitely attack your family.”
Family... Klein was silent for a second, then said flatly, “I have no family.”
“...” Usk Kent was taken aback, not knowing how to continue. He then changed the subject, “Then they'll attack your friends.”
Then he heard Gehrman Sparrow reply in an even tone, “I have no friends.”
...Usk Kent felt completely choked. He subconsciously drank some Zarha beer to recover.
He coughed twice and said in a low voice, “They can ambush you, bribe people to find out your schedule, intercept your ship. At sea, an individual's power is often insignificant.”
Klein said calmly, “I don't refuse others when they bring me money.” “That's basic courtesy.”
Bring him money? Usk Kent was obviously stunned, not understanding Gehrman Sparrow's meaning.
A few seconds later, he suddenly realized that the other party viewed pirates as walking bounties.
He took a sip of beer, then another, momentarily speechless.
…………
In the underground area of the Spice Leaf Bar.
“A strange adventurer?” “Sweet Talker” Misoer Kim's spirits lifted, and he sat up straight.
“Strongman” Ozul nodded. “According to ‘Blue Eye’ Mis, that adventurer has a very unfamiliar face. He should have just arrived in the archipelago, but Mis found him quite dangerous.”
Quite dangerous? Could this be the person who teamed up with “Flaming” Danitz to kill “Iron” Maiviti and his gang? Could it be the one who disguised himself as Elaine and attacked the captain? Misoer Kim's mind immediately made the connection, and he asked in a deep voice, “Do you have his photo or portrait?”
Ozul waved over a subordinate, took a piece of paper from him, and said, “There is. We used a ritual to get ‘Blue Eye’ Mis to draw what that strange adventurer looks like. You know, to establish yourself in the underworld of Bayam, it's different from being a successful pirate. You need auxiliary personnel. Sigh, I spent a lot of money to hire them.”