Danitz was startled and blurted out:
"Sorry, I'm intruding…"
Before he finished, he reached out, grabbed the handle, and pulled the door toward himself.
Bang!
The wooden door slammed shut in front of him, the sound echoing down the corridor.
Only then did Danitz finally come to his senses:
"What was I doing?
"What is Anderson doing?"
He reflexively took off his black glove, furrowed his brow in thought, and eventually decided to return to his room, pack his things, and prepare to leave.
As for what Anderson actually wanted to do, although curious, he felt that something was off about this whole situation and decided not to get involved, lest he fall into a trap.
The captain said that one must remain in awe of the unknown, so I'd better keep my distance… Danitz was about to turn around when he suddenly heard the lock click and saw the door swing open.
Anderson, his shirttails untucked, stepped out holding the dull black short blade. His expression was a bit complicated as he looked at Danitz:
"Aren't you going to try to stop me?"
Danitz sensed an opportunity to mock him and chuckled:
"It's your freedom.
"If you haven't made a will, then I've hit the jackpot!"
Anderson rubbed his face:
"Aren't you curious about what exactly happened to me?"
Danitz eyed him suspiciously:
"I feel like you're up to something."
Anderson laughed:
"It's like this: I was captured and placed in a strange blood plasma infused with various ingredients. Over a long period of erosion, they formed a strange 'cocoon' inside me. This cocoon attracts high-sequence powerhouses on the Hunter pathway."
As he spoke, he pointed at his lower abdomen.
Danitz listened dumbfounded:
"I've never heard of such a thing.
"If you were a different gender, I'd think you were pregnant…"
He paused:
"That weird guy at Resurrection Square earlier, he was attracted by that baby in your belly, no, 'cocoon'?"
When Anderson nodded in confirmation, Danitz gestured with his hands:
"So you were going to cut open your own belly and take out that 'cocoon'?"
Anderson replied sincerely:
"Yes, I was worried it would affect my body or attract more demigods, so I planned to get rid of this hidden danger as soon as possible."
Danitz thought for a moment and asked in confusion:
"So why didn't you go through with it?
"Forgot to make a will and wanted me to be a witness?"
Anderson twitched his cheek and chuckled:
"Not bad, your Provoker potion must be fully digested by now."
He then sighed:
"After careful analysis, I think it's impossible to take it out directly. Otherwise, they wouldn't have gone to the trouble of immersing me in plasma and letting the ingredients erode me bit by bit. They could have just cut open my abdomen, put the 'cocoon' inside, and sewn me up."
Before Danitz could respond, he continued thoughtfully:
"Don't you have a way to contact Gehrman Sparrow? He's experienced a lot and possesses extensive knowledge. I'd like to ask him if he knows a solution to this kind of problem."
In recent months, one thing Danitz feared most was being associated with Gehrman Sparrow, so he instinctively retorted:
"No! Ever since he left the 'Golden Dream', I haven't seen him again!"
Anderson's lips curled slowly:
"Last time you wrote to Gehrman Sparrow, I was right next to him and saw his messenger."
Danitz's expression froze on his face. After a few seconds, he forced a smile: