Although he was a Sanguine, the cold night was still a bit too hard for him, so Emlyn also prepared to choose to cover himself with a quilt and sleep well.
On the deck, Nimrod and Klein stood by the ship's rail. Nimrod was holding a bottle of Sonia Blood Wine bought from Elran, while Klein was supporting the wooden railing with both arms, listening to the sound of the waves while looking at the sea surface that looked like melted blood under the crimson moonlight.
The barbecue by the bonfire just now reminded Zhou Mingrui of the scene when he gathered with a few friends before the Transmigration, but after the residual heat of the bonfire faded, Zhou Mingrui still felt a kind of—unbearable feeling that condensed after roasting.
This feeling was like the solidified ash after the fire went out.
"—Speaking of which, if you found the'Silent Laurel', what would you do?" After a long while, Klein finally asked Nimrod faintly, breaking the silence between the two.
"Concentrate chakra to resist the Infinite Tsukuyomi." Nimrod glanced at Klein and said grumpily: "What's the difference between this and asking you if you won 100 million in the lottery?"
Klein gave a dry laugh, then said in a low and confused voice: "Do you think we can still find a way home? I'm a little worried—"
Nimrod was slightly silent for a moment. If it were before becoming a demigod, he would have many ways to answer Klein's question, but now he knew that the moment Klein became a demigod was the moment the lie of "going home" would be broken: "—Absolutely."
After a long time, Nimrod said: "There are gods in this world who control the authority of time and space. As long as we keep improving our Sequence, we will definitely be able to find a way home."
He turned around and leaned on the railing like Klein. The sea breeze drifted gently by their ears, as if singing a soft song.
In the two days after hunting the merman, no special Beyonder events occurred on the ship. Except for the fixed-time dinner and teaching Lumianna some knowledge about mysticism, Nimrod spent the rest of his time leisurely grinding away the spiritual imprint in the "Parasite".
It is worth mentioning that during this process, the Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings did not compete with Nimrod for control of the body. The two were communicating peacefully with each other, discussing events happening in the Circle of Inevitability World from time to time.
"Do you want to go down and walk around?" Nimrod asked the people around him.
Before the White Agate docked, he specifically called the team members into his room to ask for their opinions.
Sharon shook her head and said simply: "I am not suitable to appear outside frequently."
Sharon had not forgotten that the Rose School of Thought was still chasing her, especially after the "Disicple of Silence" Zatwin was repelled by the Aurora Order last time, the Rose School of Thought's pursuit of her and Maric had intensified.
Moreover, the Rose School of Thought had also begun to target the actions of the Aurora Order—although it seemed to have little effect, many gatherings established by low-Sequence "Zombies" had been completely slaughtered by the Beyonders of the Aurora Order.
"Okay, what about you guys?"
Nimrod asked casually—except for Sharon, the others didn't have any reason to hide themselves. Emlyn needed to collect some blood for backup, while Klein and Lumianna wanted to take this opportunity to go to the port to find opportunities for acting.
As for Audrey, on one hand, she was curious about the scenery of the Rorsted Archipelago, and on the other hand, she also wanted to see the real world.
With the sounding of the steam whistle, the White Agate officially sailed into Damir Port.
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Chapter 230: Gehrman Sparrow's Debut
A group of five came down from the cabin. Except for Sharon, the others had all changed into clothes convenient for movement, leaving the White Agate and officially walking into the port.
Damir Port, located around the Rorsted Archipelago, was a colonial port on the Northern Continent. The control and capability of the churches and kingdoms over this place were quite fragile, and because of this, it had become a paradise for pirates and adventurers.
Put simply, this was a "lawless land".
Klein Moretti swept an imperceptible gaze across his companions and reminded them in a calm tone: "Be careful after going ashore. Many people here are different from those you have seen before. Although they lack Beyonder abilities, many of them are desperate scoundrels."
Speaking of this, Klein paused and deliberately added: "Even a Beyonder will find it difficult to resist when facing a large number of firearms."
Compared to a Beyonder characteristic, a pistol was much easier to acquire. For Beyonders below the mid-Sequences, the lethality brought by bullets was still formidable enough.
Klein intentionally bringing this up with his companions was mainly to remind Audrey Hall and Emelyn White. Compared to the others, the two of them clearly had not experienced close-quarters combat and fighting.
Audrey did not reply, only nodding gently to indicate that she understood: "I will move together with you all."
Emelyn at the side lightly arched his brows and coughed, drawing everyone's attention: "I will be careful. I need to go get some blood plasma first—you know, if I continuously lack a replenishment of fresh blood, I will gradually fall into a state of craving blood."
"Alright, stay safe." Lumianna thoughtfully chimed in, humming a song as she walked down the cabin.
Watching the four people getting further and further away from him, Emelyn inexplicably felt a sense of being abandoned rising in his heart, muttering softly: "Why is it so perfunctory when it's my turn—"
However, he quickly cast this thought to the back of his mind and began to ponder how to covertly "borrow" enough fresh blood to carry with him.
Perhaps he could try freezing—no, I still really don't want to hear that damned word!
Thinking of this, Emelyn recalled the cold experience of last night once more.
Klein and Nimrod walked at the very front, identifying the street signs ahead. Lumianna followed closely behind her godfather step by step, while also looking around to take in the surrounding scenery.
In the past dozen years or so, Lumianna had never seen a port on the sea—before living a vagrant life, she had lived a well-off life for a period of time, but after that, she wandered between cities and lived in Cordu Village.
She had imagined the scenery she would be able to see when going out to sea many times, and the current journey was not only to prepare for returning to her own world later on, but also to fulfill Lumianna's childhood dream.
On the other side of Lumianna, Audrey carefully concealed her features, looking at the surrounding environment with a mixture of curiosity and vigilance.
The most mysterious and mixed-bag place she had been to before was still the occult gathering that Xio and Fors had brought her and Viscount Glaint to. But even the members within the occult gathering understood the "dark forest" Law among Beyonders, and would conceal themselves as much as possible to avoid exposing any flaws.
It was different here. The people mingling in the colonial port on the sea were quite complex; there were passengers like them, pirates licking blood off the edge of a blade on the sea, and the indigenous people of the Rorsted Archipelago.
A portion of these people gazed at every passenger with greedy eyes, and the gazes that fell upon her and the Lumianna beside her even carried some other desires.
"There are many swindlers among the islanders. Don't believe their words."
Lumianna simply reminded her, her gaze lingering among the surrounding crowd for a moment as she had already selected a few good seedlings to act as a Witch role-playing target.
Earlier, she had originally wanted to say an Intis proverb to the lady beside her: "It's better to believe a Loen person than a Limer person, and it's better to believe a Limer person than a snake, but never believe an islander."
But before Lumianna could say it, she remembered that this companion beside her who called herself "Madam Cruel" seemed to be a Loen person, and her ecological niche in this sentence was quite low—
Audrey glanced at Lumianna, who wore an innocent expression and smiled rather bashfully, and replied in a low voice: "Thank you."
Ahead of the two, Nimrod was twirling a die between his fingers. Looking at Klein beside him, he casually tossed and caught the die, opened his palm, and glanced at the number on it: "Shall we go take a look at this bar?"
While scanning the name and exterior of this bar, Klein withdrew his gaze from the twenty-sided die in Nimrod's hand: "Alright."
On the outer wall of the "Flying Fish and Wine" bar, bounty notices were pasted one after another. These bounty notices were piled up layer upon layer, forming a unique scenery.
Watching Klein's every move, Lumianna had originally thought that "Gehrman" would carefully scrutinize the bounty amount on the bounty notices like in novels, then pick one out, and launch a fatal hunt.
But Klein only glanced at the bounty amount before approaching the bar, leaving Lumianna somewhat deeply disappointed.
What was described in the novels really was a bit over the top—muttered Lumianna as she followed the three of them forward.
The bar is a bit quiet—Klein noticed this abnormal situation and once again cast his gaze toward the direction where Nimrod was.
Nimrod spread his hands innocently, showing the number he had just rolled to Klein: "20. I really didn't know we could still encounter trouble coming here."
In order to make himself more aligned with the Destiny Pathway, Nimrod carried a customized die with him. This die with as many as twenty faces was not made using spiritually imbued Materials; it really was just an ordinary item.
Within the Destiny Pathway, numbers often represented luck. The larger the number, the better the luck. This was—
the ironclad rule established by the Uniqueness of the Wheel of Fortune.
You think you're playing a game—Klein muttered inwardly as he pushed open the door of the bar and saw a pair of burly men confronting each other there.
Beside Klein, Nimrod let out a soft "Yo" and chuckled in a low voice: "I'm going over there to play cards with Elland."
Unlike Klein, Nimrod didn't need to deliberately collect intelligence. He could sit down anywhere and hear the sounds throughout the entire bar—if he wanted to, he could even empty the pockets of everyone in the entire bar, and the people whose things were stolen would ultimately remain completely unaware.
However, the only thing he needed to digest right now was the Parasite. The Marauder had already been digested quite cleanly before, so he chose to watch the fun.
Is this the gold content of the "Beacon of Destiny"? I don't know whether it's me affecting fate, or Klein's existence affecting fate—
After much thought, Nimrod finally concluded that it was done by Amon, who was sealed within the Fool Seal inside Lumianna's body.
Walking toward Elland's location nearby, he said in a low voice to Lumianna: "What have you figured out?"
Lumianna paused for a moment and spoke in a voice only audible to the two people beside her: "This is a swindler."
Audrey widened her eyes slightly and said to Lumianna: "You saw it too?"
When seeing the two men, Audrey had noticed the subtle micro-expressions on their faces and easily read from them that these two muscular, burly men were actually colluding together.
Lumianna chuckled softly as well: "On one hand, it's intuition; on the other hand, I used to be a Hunter. Although a Hunter's observation ability isn't as good as a Spectator's, it's still pretty decent."
She had deceived quite a few people before, so compared to others, she was more sensitive to such matters.
I see—Audrey was persuaded by Lumianna's words, but quickly said with some misgiving: "Don't we need to tell Mr. Gehrman?"
"He should have also noticed that these two men are not quite right. Don't worry, he can handle it." As Nimrod sat down beside Elland, he chatted with Elland for a moment.
Audrey hesitated for a moment. Seeing that Lumianna had also joined the card-playing ranks, she ultimately chose not to sit here. Instead, after saying a word to the two of them, she low-key walked into the crowd and covertly observed the inner thoughts of the various people around her.
Before going out to sea, Audrey had already consumed a new potion, becoming a Sequence 7 "Psychiatrist".
On the vast sea, as long as a Sequence 7 Beyonder did not encounter a "Pirate General", to say nothing of dominating the sea, protecting oneself was not a problem at all.
You must know that although Sequence 7 Beyonders still feared firearms, a Beyonder who could reasonably utilize their own Beyonder abilities could completely slaughter an entire ship's worth of people on a sailing vessel no different from an isolated island.
Even sequence 8 of some Pathways could achieve this—"Instigator" Triss stated that her battle record was verifiable.
On the other side, at the bar counter, Klein—who was drinking Southwill beer and listening to the tavern patrons conversing with each other—also ran into "Sea Eagle" Logan, who had just clashed with the Navy-looking person earlier, and was subjected to extortion by the other party.
That navy man was simply a stooge hired by "Sea Eagle" Logan, spreading the rumor that Logan served the "Hell Admiral" to make the surrounding people feel scared and terrified of him, and then they would logically shell out gold pounds—
Klein sorted out his current situation and synchronized his mindset with the maritime adventurer "Gehrman Sparrow": "Why not just rob them directly?"
While Logan was stunned, Klein half-turned his body and swiftly knocked him to the ground in a flash.
Watching the splashing blood and fallen teeth, Lumianna slapped down the poker cards in her hand, agilely vaulted over the table, and walked over holding a half-full wine glass in one hand.
Elland, who hadn't gone back because of playing cards, smiled, showing no aversion whatsoever to Lumianna running away halfway through the game: "Haha, I guess her hand was bad."
As he spoke, Elland also threw down his hand of cards, mixing them face down into the pile of cards.
Nimrod glanced at his superb hand of cards, let go helplessly as the playing cards fell to the ground one by one, and gently massaged his forehead.
Upon seeing the cards in Nimrod's hand, Elland instantly widened his eyes, looking at Nimrod with suspicious eyes, suspecting that he had cheated.
Klein reached out, grabbing the bartender by the hair with one hand, and fiercely smashed his head against the bar counter. Wood chips flew everywhere and blood splattered, presenting a sort of violent aesthetic for a moment.
Just as Klein picked up his wine glass, he saw a hand holding a mug of beer being handed over. Lumianna sat down next to Klein unceremoniously and said to him: "The wine in your glass is finished."
You seem very interested in seeing turmoil and strife—Klein withdrew his hand, having no intention of taking the beer from Lumianna's hand, and only said coldly: "Don't waste food."
Of course, the actual reason was because Klein felt a slight sense of shame under the gaze of the public, finding it somewhat difficult to smoothly take the wine glass from Lumianna's hand and pour it onto the bartender.
When the security guards in the bar saw Klein's action of attacking the bartender, they also rushed over rapidly, attempting to stop him. Meanwhile, Klein agilely stood up and said in a low voice: "Let's go."
He had no mind to entangle with these people here for too long—with his combat capability, wanting to kill these two people who extorted him was far too simple. Even adding these security guards would be effortless—
But Klein had his own principles and bottom line; he would not kill the innocent indiscriminately. The lesson given to the two just now was already enough.
Watching Klein disappear at the door, Nimrod remained seated in place, casually tossing the die in his hand. Looking at the pips that seemed welded to "20", he couldn't help falling into a bit of contemplation.
His luck during this period seemed to be quite good? Or rather, did there not exist any Beyonder here who could threaten him?
Seeing this, he momentarily lost the idea of leaving and instead sat in place, continuing to watch the subsequent developments with composure.
"Things are a bit troublesome—" Elland at the side sighed: "In a bit, White Shark will probably come looking for trouble with your companion. We have to help him solve it."
"Of course." Nimrod smiled, raising his hand to gently press against his eye sockets: "However, that still depends on White Shark's attitude."
Either solve the problem, or solve the person who discovered the problem—but after all, the problem could still be solved.
Hmm—did this "White Shark" have some sort of relationship with a Pirate General? Nimrod arched his brows, taking an interest in this matter.
"There seems to be someone tracking us from behind. It gives me the feeling of a Hunter."
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Lumianna and Klein's speed slowed down. She watched Klein toss out a gold coin, seemingly performing divination.
Klein did not reply. Instead, after turning into a secluded alley, he turned his body around and spoke in a deep voice: "Come out."
Silence was maintained within the dark alley, with only Klein's voice from just now echoing. At the intersection of the two people's gazes, a figure slowly walked out from the shadows, revealing scorched-yellow eyebrows that looked like two burning flames.
He chuckled lightly: "Quite acute, aren't you."
"I just want to ask one thing: any interest in joining us?"
Chapter 231: Unlucky Danitz
"Who are you?"
The exact same thought flashed through the minds of Klein Moretti and Lumianna almost simultaneously, and they turned their heads in unison to look at the person emerging from the shadows.
"If I'm not mistaken, the two of you should be companions."
The newcomer smiled and said to Klein Moretti and Lumianna,
"The combat techniques and handling methods you just demonstrated fit my aesthetic very well. Since you are adventurers, you must be yearning for a Treasure Trove deep in the sea. Frankly speaking, my partner and I gathered together precisely to search for a Treasure Trove."
"As an adventurer, are you still chasing those supernatural powers of legend? As long as you join us, you'll have the chance to possess them!"
Just as the figure in the black robe finished speaking, before Klein Moretti could reply, Lumianna let out a small smile and said to the person in front of her,
"Would you abandon your companions to join someone else's team?"
The figure in the black robe froze for a moment, shook their head, and replied, "——Of course not."
"That is my answer."
Lumianna spread her hands:
"We are much like you, companions gathered together to search for a Treasure Trove."
Hearing what Lumianna said, the figure in the black robe smiled, looking to be in a good mood:
"Alright, I respect your opinion. However, I still appreciate you both. If you change your minds later, you can come find me at any time."
For some reason, the straight-faced Klein Moretti felt an aura of comical absurdity emanating from the black-robed person before him. Watching the black-robed figure pull off their hood, he spoke in an even more solemn tone:
"I am the subordinate of Vice Admiral Iceberg, Edwina Edwards, the Fourth Sailor of the Golden Dream, 'Flame' Danitz."
This name sounds so familiar—Lumianna had already begun pondering where she had seen it, while Klein Moretti on the side said in a low voice:
"The 3,000-pound bounty 'Flame' Danitz?"
When looking at the bounties earlier, Klein Moretti had memorized a few of the more prominent ones—remembering faces was not a difficult task for a Faceless, and remembering bounty amounts was simply Klein Moretti's own talent.
As Klein Moretti associated this with the identity of the pirate before him, the murderous intent that naturally arose in his heart tugged at his spirituality, causing the creeping hunger worn on his left hand to emit an endless sense of hunger.
Although creeping hunger had been successively sealed by two angels, Azik Eggers and Arianna, stripping away the vast majority of its side effects, it still retained a bit—whenever Klein Moretti himself harbored the thought of killing the person opposite him, it would naturally respond to Klein Moretti's thought.
As this terrifying sensation emanated from Klein Moretti, Danitz suddenly felt as though he had fallen into an ice cellar, feeling as if he were being watched by a beast walking through the Darkness, both terrifying and maddening.
Seeing the terrifying emotions emanating from Gehrman by her side, a wave of youthful pride instantly surged into Lumianna's heart. She lowered the corners of her mouth and quietly flicked the blade of fallen mercury with her finger.
She herself loved to show off in front of others, and now that she was following her idol, wouldn't preventing Lumianna from displaying her own demeanor be even more agonizing than killing her?
The Seal of the Fool on her chest was something Lumianna was unwilling to desecrate and could not touch. This was both because she deeply respected the Fool who helped her Seal the angel of Fate, and because she knew the danger of the angel of Fate.
Therefore, since she had already gone this far, Lumianna simply decided to emulate a quote from her godfather.
Things have reached this point, let's make fallen mercury suffer a bit more.
The fallen mercury, possessing living characteristics, buzzed with some dissatisfaction, and then similarly emitted a terrifying aura—unlike creeping hunger, what fallen mercury emitted was a sense of Fate that inadvertently caused despair in one's heart, making the Danitz before her experience double the torment.
Klein Moretti deliberated on his tone, maintaining a stern expression as the feeling of hunger on his body gradually converged:
"Why did you appear here?"
He suspected that this pirate under Vice Admiral Iceberg might be appearing here to carry out some secret plotting. Taking advantage of the fact that 'Flame' Danitz in front of him was awed by him, Klein Moretti spoke up to ask.
"I——"
Danitz only felt his legs trembling slightly. He had originally wanted to refuse the question posed by this mad adventurer before him; this was the dignity of a grand pirate with a 3,000-pound bounty!
But he didn't dare.
Therefore, Danitz honestly opened his mouth to reply: "——I am on vacation."
"Ha?"
Lumianna almost failed to keep her expression in check, and the gaze she directed at Danitz gained a hint of oddity.
Klein Moretti's expression beside her also grew silent. He took a gold coin from his pocket, tossed it upwards, and after glancing at the result, the bone-chilling hunger emanating from him suddenly vanished quite a bit.
Klein Moretti pressed down on the top hat on his head, turned around, and maintaining Gehrman's persona, said:
"Where is White Shark?"
He estimated that the great pirate 'Flame' before him most likely knew the location of the previous bar owner, White Shark.
He very gracefully raised his left hand. Aside from the spirit bodies of the Faceless and Nightmare having been released with Arianna's help, there were still three spirit bodies waiting to be released.
If White Shark truly was a heinous pirate—then it really was time to replenish the empty slots of creeping hunger.
Audrey gave the drunkard beside her a Terrorize.
"Mr. Lovers and Mr. Gehrman were right, it really is dangerous here——" Audrey sighed softly, walked out from the corner, and sat at the edge of the bar counter.
Even in the relatively safe bar, Audrey encountered quite a few malicious gazes and chat-up attempts. Fortunately, the abilities of a Psychiatrist allowed her to completely see through the true thoughts in these people's hearts.
After using a bit of Beyonder power to knock a pirate-dressed man who wanted to grope her to the ground, the people around her began to keep a respectful distance from this lady who was gracefully sipping her beer.
Most people mingling on the sea knew that those fellows with special abilities were not to be trifled with, and the lady before them naturally fell into this category.
While listening to the commotion coming from upstairs, Audrey guessed how Mr. Gehrman, who was cold on the outside but kind on the inside, was treating White Shark.
There were many prostitutes attached to this bar—some obviously not local residents, bearing distinct characteristics of people from the Northern Continent and Southern Continent, perhaps being trafficked here—George III, what on earth are you trying to do?
Audrey swallowed the alcohol in her mouth; the bitter and inferior taste overflowed from the base of her tongue, yet it made Audrey feel exceptionally clear-headed.
She felt she needed some time to think—to carefully ponder what Justice truly was.
Just then, a set of footsteps approached Audrey. Although the surrounding environment could still be considered noisy, her enhanced hearing allowed Audrey to distinguish the direction of these footsteps.
She turned her head and saw Nimrod sitting beside her with a smile at the corner of his lips, hearing him say to her:
"Sometimes, you don't just need to make others fear you, you also need to make them terrified of you."
"Many people here are informants for pirates. If we let them leak information to the pirates they serve, we might be fine, but the members of the ship we are taking will be in danger."
"Unlike Backlund, this is a deep blue jungle in the true sense, following only the Law of the survival of the fittest."
As Nimrod's voice fell, several figures suddenly walked over to his side. They looked sparse and scattered, but Audrey saw a certain chilling sense of déjà vu on the faces of these people.
The corners of their mouths curved into the identical arc, looking at Audrey with gazes of the exact same temperature.
Audrey's memory was very good. Although incomparable to a Faceless who could remember all features at a single glance, she could still recognize the identities of these people—among the gazes that had fallen on her just now, some belonged to these very individuals.
But at this moment, the most essential part of these people seemed to have undergone a slight change, just like someone forcibly disguising themselves as their original persona.
Nimrod waved his hand, and these people immediately walked outwards with utmost naturalness. Nimrod chuckled softly:
"After all, on the sea, a Beyonder characteristic is also a hard currency equivalent to gold pounds. Or rather, most regions in this world remain chaotic. Backlund's order—although shrouded in a layer of shadows, is still order on the surface."
Listening to Nimrod's words, Audrey fell silent for a moment, placed the glass in her hand on the bar counter, and deliberating on her tone, asked Nimrod:
"Mr. Nimrod, you previously spoke to me about George III, but now you seem to rather affirm the order of the Kingdom of Loen——?"
"Because the two do not conflict."
Hearing Audrey questioning him, Nimrod tapped the tabletop lightly with his finger:
"George III chooses to forge a ladder forward using his own subjects—yet the order of the Kingdom of Loen objectively exists. Even order buried in the shadows is better than utter chaos."
"We cannot deny that there is no such thing as 'absolute correctness' in this world. We can evaluate a person's deeds based on personal likes and dislikes, but we cannot deny what a person has done simply because of personal perception."
"Just like scholars can use ten thousand methods to explain that even if Roselle Gustav didn't open up trade routes for colonial expansion, someone like Sauron or Augustus would have opened colonies, thereby defending Roselle by claiming he caused no harm to ordinary people of the Southern Continent——"
Nimrod smiled: "Yet it happened to be him who did it, so the merits and demerits of this matter must be judged upon him."
"To Intis, Roselle Gustav was a hero, but to the Southern Continent, Roselle Gustav was an aggressor; the same point applies to George III. If George III truly becomes an emperor, would the Loen people attached to him also consider him a hero of the kingdom?"
"As for me, personally, I don't harbor any overly strong animosity toward either George III or Roselle Gustav. It is nothing more than history being written by the victors. It's just that, due to certain reasons—I rather prefer that George III not become emperor."
Nimrod stood up, smiling as he bid farewell to Audrey who was still deep in thought: "Ms. Audrey, remember to return to the ship early; the vessel will set sail tomorrow."
Emelyn White walked toward the ship with a somewhat weary expression. Sunlight shone on his face, making the Sanguine's already pale countenance look even more morbid.
He carried a suitcase in his hand. The suitcase, originally crammed with banknotes and potions, now held bags of extracted blood plasma—so much plasma was enough to sustain him for several days.
As he stepped onto the deck, Emelyn White saw someone stealthily following him and instantly swept away his fatigue, casting a scrutinizing gaze at the fellow beside him with pitch-black eyebrows and messy hair.
Does this person think he's disguised very well——Emelyn White muttered internally, accelerating his pace as he walked toward his room.
He had already prepared the blood for the coming period. After these blood samples were treated, they could maintain a relatively fresh level for some time. Once he returned to his room, he would also cast some ritual magic on this suitcase to prolong the preservation time of the blood as much as possible.
Meanwhile, Danitz breathed a sigh of relief after watching the suspicious figure wearing a black coat and carrying a suitcase beside him stride away quickly, feeling satisfied in his heart with his earlier cautious approach.
Does this person think he is acting very low-profile? Those blood-red eyes of his look a bit too conspicuous. There really are quite a few terrifying fellows on the sea now——
Danitz sighed slightly, continuing to walk toward his cabin on the ship while maintaining his low presence as much as possible.
He had already sent a telegram to the captain. Considering the new orders the captain might have, Danitz decided to cut his vacation short and return to the Golden Dream.
Of course, there was also the selfish desire of Danitz wanting to show off in front of the captain.
As for whether he would happen to run into those two terrifying fellows from yesterday here?
Stop kidding yourself, Danitz chuckled. How could adventurers who clearly licked blood off the edge of a blade honestly stay on a passenger ship?
Besides, there aren't many of them, and they clearly aren't the kind of pirate gang with the guts to plunder a passenger ship——
Pirate gang——
——
Danitz suddenly stopped in his tracks. His expression stiffened, and his mouth widened as if he could swallow an egg.
Klein Moretti and Lumianna stood on the deck, looking with smiling mouths at Danitz, who was wearing a clumsy disguise.
Shit!
Danitz cursed helplessly in his heart as he watched the two walk toward him, the muscles all over his body growing increasingly stiff.
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At the same time he saw the two of them walking towards him, a smile uglier than crying involuntarily surfaced on Danitz's face.
He originally wanted to disregard hiding his identity and flee straight down the ship, but when he thought of the terrifying auras on the two of them, Danitz didn't even have the thought of running away anymore.
Klein and Lumianna exchanged a glance, and Lumianna actively stepped back, preparing to wait for Gehrman's performance.
"If it were according to my original personality, I definitely wouldn't threaten this guy who looked funny last night in front of so many people, but according to Gehrman Sparrow's personality, it's impossible for me to let this pirate go now——" Klein whispered an apology to Lumianna in the depths of his heart, and walked forward.
"Good morning, we meet again."
Klein revealed a warm smile and said to Danitz.
The "smile" on Danitz's face remained, and he said with a long face, "Hello——"
"What are you doing boarding the ship?" Klein opened his mouth and asked Danitz, his tone completely devoid of any threatening color, looking truly as if he were conversing with an old friend.
"Going to the Rorsted Archipelago." Danitz forcefully maintained his expression, and under Klein's continued questioning, added, "I'm preparing to go there to wait for our captain's orders, perhaps there will be tasks arranged. Cough, I live in Room 312——"
Looking at the person before him, the more Danitz was questioned, the more soul-shaking he felt, always feeling that he was about to have bad luck.
Sure enough, after finishing the questioning, Klein had roughly understood Danitz's purpose, his eyes narrowing slightly, "Very good."
"I live right next door in Room 310, I don't want this ship to be attacked——do you understand?"
"When I am roleplaying Gehrman Sparrow, my actions and language should both be more concise, and I shouldn't be too gentle towards others——I still haven't completely shaken off Klein's identity ah——" Klein sighed in his heart, gaining a deeper understanding of Gehrman's character persona.
"When speaking, I can borrow the ambiguous tone from when I previously roleplayed the Seer, it just needs to be even more concise——Good, I can just happen to carry out roleplaying through this guy."
And Danitz of course also understood Klein's words, quickly and stiflingly accepting the fact that he had become a hostage. Watching "Gehrman Sparrow" withdraw his gaze, he finally couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Can I leave?"
"Of course not."
This time the one speaking wasn't Klein, but Lumianna on the side.
She put her arm around Danitz's shoulders with an action that could be called "intimate", but Danitz unexpectedly felt as if he were casually being put around by a Sailor on the ship who was like a brother, yet felt no friendliness or romantic allure whatsoever, only feeling a spine-chilling chill as if being stared at by some kind of beast, "My dear little cabbage, are you an Intis person?"
"Y-Yes." Danitz forced a smile, looking at the not-so-old woman before him, crazily cursing these two dangerous fellows in his heart.
"Bullshit! I am a great pirate worth 3000 pounds! How can you guys not be afraid at all?"
Lumianna smiled even more happily, pointing her finger at a certain place on the ship, "The sea is so dangerous, it's impossible for us to place an unstable factor outside our line of sight, wouldn't you say? Therefore, I must monitor you, isn't this very reasonable?"
"——Right." Danitz's face turned alternately green and red, squeezing out a single word from between his teeth.
"Let's go, we can be considered compatriots to some extent." Lumianna loosened her arm and patted Danitz's back, "The sea is still too dangerous, I'll treat you to a drink, how about we act together before reaching the Rorsted Archipelago?"
"Act together? You are clearly treating me as a hostage——" I don't know why, although he had already anticipated it in his heart, after hearing this fellow repeat his situation once more, a trace of hard-to-suppress anger still arose in Danitz's heart.
"This fellow's words clearly weren't as infuriating as that bastard from just now, why am I even more angry? My dignity doesn't allow me—" Danitz's mind recalled yesterday's feeling, choosing to swallow his anger and feel cowardly between cowardice and anger.
"Tsk tsk, while drinking you were still boasting about your alcohol capacity being very good, but you aren't doing too well either."
Lumianna's cheeks were slightly red, and shaking her head, she dragged Danitz into his own room, with a fiery touch setting up a few trigger-type traps inside Danitz's room.
These traps didn't have much lethality, but if Danitz prepared to escape—whether jumping into the sea or getting off the ship early, the sound of these traps would be enough for the surrounding people to hear, counting as a small prank and a warning prepared for herself.
Seeing that there was no one around, Lumianna's face no longer held its previous smile, instead tinged with a deep and hard-to-dissolve pain. She silently closed the door of Room 312 and slowly let out a breath.
After leaving the bar yesterday, she killed several people.
Utilizing fallen mercury and the Witch's divination, Lumianna quickly found several pirates and adventurers who had killed people before, grandly killing them with curses, and then deliberately leaving behind her back view, letting others think these people were killed by the Witch's curse.
Although Lumianna's original intention wasn't like this, she indeed felt a certain kind of——pleasure brought by the potion from the act of stripping away other people's lives.
Whether it was the feedback brought by potion digestion, or the act of bringing disasters itself, both made Lumianna feel a certain joy from it, but this also made Lumianna wake up with vigilance in a short period of time.
"I need to set a bottom line for myself, otherwise I will truly degenerate into a Demoness. Even slaughter itself will become a joy, this Pathway is truly worthy of being called Demoness—I need to determine the targets I choose, and cannot immerse myself in the act of bringing disasters to others—"
Lumianna lowered her head in deep thought, and just at this moment, she saw Nimrod push open the door at the doorway of the room diagonally opposite hers.