Looking at the bar that was so quiet you could hear some people breathing, Klein was stunned for two seconds before stepping in and directly walking to the counter as if nothing had happened.
I'll have to change my appearance next time… he thought remorsefully, almost covering his face.
Previously, Okfa didn't know that Gehrman Sparrow had successfully hunted the "Slaughterer" Gilhillace, which made Klein think that his latest deeds hadn't spread to the "Bountiful City", so he boldly came to the "Seaweed Bar". But it turned out that the problem was that Okfa was far from the adventurer circle and his news was rather outdated. The fearsome reputation of the crazy adventurer had actually already spread among the pirates near the Rothschild Archipelago.
Huffing a silent sigh, Klein sat at the bar and tapped on the wooden counter with his fingers, saying: "One mug of Southwell beer."
"…Six pence." The bartender swallowed with difficulty.
Klein placed a few copper pence in front of him and asked with an unchanged expression: "What's been happening lately?"
The bartender took the pence, carefully brought the beer to Gehrman Sparrow, and then forced a smile and said: "Admiral Amelius Levet has been transferred back to
So Admiral Amelius was ultimately implicated by his younger brother and lost his current post… But as long as he wasn't directly involved, with his demigod status, nothing worse would happen. At least he could keep his admiral's benefits, and his family wouldn't have problems. Once things quiet down, he might even have a chance to continue serving in the navy's upper echelons… Klein took a gulp of beer and casually asked: "Which family does Robert Davis belong to?"
"No, he's not of noble birth. He's one of those rare officers who rose from the bottom to the rank of admiral. He's earned countless merits in the Raging Sea, on
Yeah, in the current Royal Navy, at least 80% of the generals come from the royal family, nobility, or have close ties with them. The remaining 20% are mostly concentrated at the ranks of commodore and rear admiral… Klein had long known this from the documents from Amelius Levet.
In comparison, the army is much better.
Seeing that Gehrman Sparrow wasn't asking any more questions and seemed focused on his drink, the bartender turned to say: "In the past two or three months, the resistance army has been very active. They've been trying to destroy railways or block roads, causing a lot of headache for the governor's office. They have to send out troops in large numbers to protect transportation, but the resistance army rarely confronts them directly."
I know this. It's all according to my plan… In a place where the combined population of natives and half-bloods reaches as high as 80%, it's not too difficult for the resistance army to get accurate information. With external support, surviving in the short term isn't a big problem. The reason they were in danger in the past was entirely because that sea snake Kavitowa had no sense and always made them attack cities and occupy key points, fighting directly against the navy and army of the
He also warned the resistance army not to be too active. If they pushed the governor's office into a very embarrassing position, the Loen Kingdom might send Sequence 5 experts skilled in tracking, or even demigod-level Beyonders, to assist. With the resistance army's strength, they couldn't possibly oppose them. Klein, in the name of "Sea God", instructed them to maintain and slightly improve the current situation and wait for the world situation to change.
It wouldn't be too long. According to the information provided by Miss "Justice", "The Hanged Man" had made a positive judgment that as soon as the Loen Kingdom completes its internal bureaucratic reform and builds up the combat power of its original and new ironclad fleets, a war targeting the colonies on the Southern Continent would be inevitable.
Klein drank quietly. After listening to the bartender's account, he put on his hat, got up from the bar, and returned to the hotel where he was staying.
Along the way, he again saw children with bronze skin and curly hair, and native residents dressed in brown jackets and wide-legged pants. Some of them hurriedly avoided him, not daring to look up, while others shrunk to the side and stared at Klein with complex expressions.
Klein helplessly curled the corner of his mouth and silently returned to his hotel room.
He didn't immediately change his appearance to go find pirates in various bars, because those guys would surely all hide tonight and wouldn't come out again.
Just as Klein was about to explore "The Travels of Groscel", his door suddenly was knocked on—thump thump thump.
Without asking a question, just by holding the doorknob, the image of the visitor naturally appeared in his mind: Middle-aged, male, wearing a dark red jacket and white trousers, with a sailor cap. He had obvious wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, forehead, and mouth. It was the captain of the "White Onyx", a military man, the impartial Airlan.
Impressive. As soon as the news of my arrival in Bayam spread, you found out which hotel and which room I'm staying in… Of course, it's also because I didn't hide and directly registered with my identification documents… Klein turned the doorknob, opened the door, and politely said: "Good evening."
"Good evening. I'm glad you're back in Bayam." Airlan took off his cap and entered the room without any restraint.
"Is there something you need?" Klein pulled a chair and sat down.
Airlan then sat across from him and lightly laughed: "Isn't visiting a friend the most important thing?"
You sure know how to talk. What a pity Anderson has left, or I'd make him learn from you! Klein thought with mixed feelings.
He maintained his usual demeanor and looked into Airlan's eyes, saying: "Alright, you've already visited."