Chapter 156: What, you don't recognize me?
On the other side, Danitz was in a rather good mood.
Just now, he had finally managed to contact the Golden Dream through a secret liaison point and received a positive reply from the captain.
The only pity was that due to the Storm Church' blockade of the shipping lanes, the Golden Dream would not be able to return for a while, and he estimated it would be some time before he could leave Bayam.
Seeing that it was still early, and with his mood relaxed, he habitually turned into a small tavern he frequented, intending to have a couple of drinks and also to inquire about any fresh intelligence or gossip.
However, no sooner had he pushed open the creaking wooden Door of the tavern and found a corner to sit down than a gaze in the crowd locked onto him.
That person—it was 'Flaming' Danitz!
Alger, sitting by the bar, watched the guy who, despite his disguise, had an incredibly familiar demeanor, gestures, and physique, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly upward.
This clumsy disguise… it truly hadn't changed at all.
He instantly recalled the somewhat familiar face on the wanted poster, as well as the young man who had played cards with Danitz back then.
It was truly a case of 'someone sending a pillow when you're sleepy.'
Alger picked up his wine glass and, without a change in expression, left the bar, circling behind Danitz like a ghost.
He leaned down and, in a voice only the two of them could hear, softly uttered a word into Danitz's ear:
'Flaming.'
?
Danitz jumped, startled, almost dropping the wine glass in his hand.
He spun around abruptly, and after seeing that it was Alger, he was stunned for a moment before sighing in relief, complaining irritably: "
Damn it! It's you!"
He lowered his voice and asked, "How did you recognize me?"
Alger pointed at his face with a hint of helplessness: "You really should learn how to put on makeup properly."
After speaking, he sat down in the seat opposite Danitz.
"Is it that bad—" Danitz mumbled.
Then, the two first chatted casually like old friends about recent pirate gossip, sharing a few innocuous pieces of information.
Then, Alger asked seemingly casually, "By the way, do you remember when we played cards together?"
"Played cards?" Danitz thought for a moment. "Oh, that time I recruited you? I remember, what about it?"
"That young man you brought that day, who played cards with us," Alger's gaze sharpened, "do you still have any news of him? You seemed quite familiar with him back then."
Danitz's hand, holding the wine glass, paused in mid-air.
Something was off.
He instantly became wary. Why was this guy asking about Brando out of nowhere?
Considering that saying "not familiar" directly would only make him seem more suspicious, Danitz's eyes darted around, and he immediately put on a carefree expression.
"Oh, you mean him. I know him, but we only played a few rounds of cards. A newcomer who just started sailing not long ago, but his luck is pretty good.
Before, he even begged to be my subordinate and join the Golden Dream with me, but I didn't agree."
"A newcomer, huh…" Alger nodded thoughtfully.
He looked at Danitz's bragging manner and had already made his judgment.
After a brief deliberation, he leaned forward, lowered his voice, and said in an extremely serious tone:
"Then you might need to be careful. Your 'newcomer friend' is a big trouble now."
"Big trouble?" Danitz was a bit confused.
"Don't you know—"
"A bounty has recently been released—"
Some time later.
"Damn it, that guy is worth so much, sigh—too bad, I don't have any news either."
"Don't worry, if we're going to cooperate, I won't forget you."
"By the way, remember to keep it a secret that I'm still in Bayam—"
Although both were pirates, Danitz's reputation was much greater than Alger's.
After receiving Alger's affirmative reply, Danitz pushed open the tavern door, pretending as if nothing had happened.
After leaving the tavern, the smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a grave expression.
He pulled down the brim of his hat and quickened his pace, moving through the intricate alleys.
Honestly, when he learned that Brando had a 10,000-pound bounty on his head, as a pirate, his greedy instinct did make him briefly tempted for a moment.
That was 10,000 pounds! Enough for him to buy several houses in the central area of Bayam. If it were a more remote location, he could buy more than ten houses.
But—this thought only appeared for an instant before he suppressed it.
No matter what, Luo En had saved his life a few times, although this time, he could be considered to have returned the favor. But no matter what,
their friendship was still very good.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have risked offending Disease Maiden to help him.
Although he was a pirate, with the cruelty inherent to a Hunter, he was not the kind of heartless person who would betray a friend for money.
"Damn it! Brando is actually worth more than me now!" He couldn't help but curse in a low voice, feeling both shock and an inexplicable hint of jealousy.
"It won't be long before this bounty is known to everyone."
He knew very well how tempting 10,000 pounds was. By then, all the bounty Hunters and gangs in Bayam would be like sharks smelling blood, frantically searching for that unlucky Monchi Brandu.
Brando's situation might be even more dangerous than he imagined!
Thinking of this, Danitz complained inwardly, and his footsteps involuntarily quickened a bit, almost breaking into a run.
He had to inform Brando of this news immediately!
Danitz ran all the way, panting, back to the hidden hotel. He looked left and right like a thief, confirming that no one was following him, then quickly sneaked upstairs to the door of the room where he and Luo En were hiding.
Just as he was about to pull out his key to open the Door, an orange shadow suddenly darted out from behind him, blocking his path.
"Meow!"
Lachi arched her back, her amber eyes fixed on him, not letting him approach the room door.
"Damn it! What are you, you stinky cat, blocking me for?!" Danitz was completely bewildered by her.
"Meow!" Lachi didn't move, and even bared her sharp claws.
"Hmph, don't think I'm afraid of you, I haven't gotten revenge for that time yet."
Just as Danitz was about to engage in a "man-cat war" with this unreasonable cat, the door behind him clicked open from the inside.
The argument between Danitz and the cat abruptly ceased.
He turned his head blankly and saw a strange man standing quietly at the door.
It was a man wearing a black trench coat and a semi-top hat. He had neatly combed black short hair,
and wore glasses on the bridge of his nose. His face was clean, with an academic air, but there was a hint of sharpness in his eyes, giving him an unapproachable aura.
Danitz's brain instantly froze.
Who was this?
Where was Brando?!
How could there be an extra person in the room?!
He subconsciously took a step back, adopting a wary stance, and asked, putting on a brave front:
"Damn it! Who are you?!"
The man didn't speak, but just took a step forward, and a strange pressure instantly came over him. Danitz suddenly felt a dizzy spell.
"Damn it." Just as he was about to conjure a fireball to counterattack, he heard the person opposite him let out a chuckle.
"Ah, Danitz, you don't recognize me just because I changed my look?"