Afraid that Gehrman Sparrow would go back on his word, Anderson snatched the five-Soule note. In his mind, images of normal beef sizzling on a fire and alcoholic drinks free of any sedatives naturally surfaced.
Oh, this guy actually took it. I just said that offhandedly to maintain my persona and make him understand that my money isn't so easily borrowed. Otherwise, he might not want to hunt pirates and just borrow a large sum to head straight back to the Fog Sea... Klein grumbled inwardly.
In his view, a Sequence 5 Hunter, in a place swarming with pirates, wouldn't starve or be left without a place to sleep even if he didn't have a single pence to his name.
He shook his head almost imperceptibly and was about to walk away from the dock when a rough shout suddenly came from behind:
"Gehrman!"
...Klein, recognizing Frank Lee's voice, shuddered and turned around nervously.
The First Mate of the Future, the Toxin Expert with a bounty of 7,000 pounds, stood by the railing, cupping his hands around his mouth like a megaphone, and asked:
"Where do you often show up? Where should I send letters to? "I hope to share my latest research results with you."
I really don't want to know... This guy probably doesn't have many friends, and I bet the vast majority of people he considers friends don't truly see him as one... Hmm, the Star Admiral's feelings lean more towards the Mysterious Queen, and she lacks a strong sense of belonging to the Tarot Club. Openly developing a double agent, no, an intelligence source by her side would help intimidate her, serving as a warning from someone of Gehrman Sparrow's level... With this foundation, it would be more reasonable and natural for The Fool to also give a warning later... Klein's thoughts raced. He took out a sticky note for divination and a fountain pen from his pocket.
With a whoosh, Klein flicked his wrist, sending the sticky note flying like a dart towards Frank Lee, landing precisely in the man's palm.
"Excellent!" Frank Lee glanced at the note and happily waved his hand.
Klein didn't delay any further. Carrying his suitcase, he left the dock and looked for an inn.
During this process, he originally wanted to firmly reject Anderson's suggestion of staying at the same inn, but after thinking it over, he agreed.
He was afraid that this misfortune-ridden guy would cause more trouble, bringing disaster to the innocent customers and waiters in the inn. So, he decided to monitor him closely and deal with it decisively if needed.
After checking in, Anderson took the key, opened the door to his room.
Bang! He flopped down into the easy chair as if shedding a heavy burden.
After leaving that dangerous sea area, he finally felt human again, no longer worrying about dying at any moment.
After lying quietly for a while, Anderson Hood slowly got up, picked up the steel-bodied thermos, turned over a glass, and poured himself a cup of hot water.
He thought he should perk up and take a trip to the bar:
Drink some alcohol, fill his stomach, and find someone to fund him!
When the water cooled slightly, Anderson picked up the glass and made gurgling sounds as he drank it with great satisfaction.
Suddenly, he started coughing violently, his face turning a bit purple. Cough! Cough! Cough! Anderson reached for his throat, seemingly unable to catch his breath.
Crash! The glass slipped from his hand, fell to the floor, and shattered into pieces.
Cough, cough, cough... Anderson's coughing grew weaker and weaker, his face swollen to a bruised purple.
At that moment, a faint flash of fire seemed to ignite in his eyes, and the veins on the back of his hand writhed as if they had a life of their own.
Bang! Anderson fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then lay still, as if his breathing had stopped.
After tens of seconds, the corpse-like Anderson suddenly sat up, touching his face with lingering fear:
"Damn it, I almost choked to death on water just now... If that really happened, I could probably become the Hunter with the funniest cause of death! Good thing, good thing before entering that sea area I spent a lot of money to buy this thing. It finally came in handy today..."
As he spoke, Anderson took out a straw-stuffed-looking doll from a hidden pocket in the lining of his vest. On it, two eyes, a nose, and a mouth were crudely drawn in ink.
The surface of the doll was already corroded, dripping dark liquid drop by drop.
In just seven or eight seconds, it completely dissolved into liquid, becoming a stain on the floor.
"This misfortune hasn't weakened at all, and it seems even fiercer... Sigh, Gehrman Sparrow once relayed a prophecy to me, saying that the most fatal dangers are often hidden in the most ordinary life."
Anderson paced back and forth, carefully avoiding the glass shards on the floor, afraid of causing another death.
"No, I have to save myself! Immediately!" Anderson yanked open the door and cautiously walked out.
He made his way to Klein's room, raised his hand, and knocked. Knock, knock.
Soon, the door, which was neither sturdy nor thick, opened without a sound. Gehrman Sparrow, who had only taken off his long frock coat, appeared before Anderson.
Anderson forced a smile and asked, "Surprised?"