Chapter 408: Danitz Eavesdrops
At the same time three days later, return to the third floor of the catacombs?
Mr. Fool must have known the true situation of the catacombs and understood how to get back to Bansy Harbor through those dark, narrow corridors, so he replied to me like this... But "He" was referring to Bansy's ancient name, "Binsy." He is indeed an ancient and powerful being, perhaps even more ancient than the evil spirits in Backlund's underground ruins...
Hearing the Fool's low words, Angel subconsciously lowered his head and muttered in his heart:
"Praise the Fool!"
This way, she wouldn't need to take a steam train across two countries to return to Pritz Harbor and then go out to sea. She could simply wait for three days to return to Bansy. Even if the White Agate had already left Bansy Harbor by then, she could still take the subsequent passenger ferry to Bayam.
"Mr. Fool, please tell Klein that I will return to Bansi on time in three days. If the White Onyx he's on will depart early, please don't wait for me. I will find another ship to rush to Bayam."
After praying to the Fool again, Angel felt completely relieved. She put on the "Ring of Madness" to hide her outstanding appearance, prepared to go out to buy some clothes, and prepared to stay in Trier for three days.
In exchange for Troublesome Fool's repeated "message delivery," she also planned to find some diaries in the country once ruled by Emperor Roselle and present them to Him.
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White Onyx, first-class cabin 312 bedroom.
Danitz was neatly dressed, holding a classically designed revolver. His face was gloomy, one cheek pressed tightly against the wooden wall, his ears perked up, listening to the movements on the other side.
If it were daytime, even if he had the courage, "Flame" Danitz would not dare to eavesdrop on the sounds coming from the bedroom of Room 310. The man and woman living there could easily kill him, and even his own captain, "Vice Admiral Iceberg", would not have time to rescue him.
But half an hour ago, German Sparrow, who had come to his suite to "borrow" the bathroom, asked him to listen carefully to the movements on the other side of the bedroom. If he heard any sounds of fighting, he should rush over immediately and support the battle by all means.
"Who to support? You or her?"
Danitz asked with a puzzled look on his face.
He swore it was a genuine question, not just sarcasm.
But the hunger that the other party exuded at that moment, as if it was going to devour him in the next second, immediately made him shut his mouth obediently and stand there for half an hour.
"You'd better fight among yourselves, fight till the sky is dark, and die together in the next room!"
He complained in his heart, but did not dare to move his ear away from the wall for a moment.
Who knows if that perverted guy is doing some kind of obedience test, deliberately making some noise to see if I'm following his orders... Bullshit! Why did I come up with such strange words, Danitz, are you still the proud fourth boatswain of the "Golden Dream"?
Just as this pirate worth 3,000 pounds was daydreaming and eavesdropping boredly in the corner, a collision sound suddenly came from the opposite side.
"Bang--"
It was as if the door was closed tightly.
Danitz immediately perked up, gripping his revolver tightly as he considered whether he should just smash through the wooden wall and rush in, shooting first and then setting fire, or climb out of the porthole to the other side and catch them off guard.
With the help of him, the Sequence 7 "Arsonist", the balanced situation will inevitably tilt in favor of the situation!
As for who would be more advantageous to help, that would depend on the situation. If Hermann was at a disadvantage, it wouldn't be impossible to add fuel to the fire and teach him a lesson...
But then, the sound coming from the other side of the wall made him frown.
"Wait a minute, you are... taking advantage of someone's misfortune..."
The woman who usually had a warm smile on her face but showed no mercy when she hung him out of the porthole was breathing low, sweet breaths.
"Didn't you say last night that I could only be down there forever?"
The crazy adventurer Hermann's somewhat gloomy voice was now filled with tenderness.
"Last night?" Angelica asked doubtfully. After a moment, she realized, "Ah, you're talking about..."
Then there was the dull thud of something heavy falling onto the soft double bed, the rustling of clothes, and a woman's whimpering with some resistance.
Danitz's neck stiffly left the wall and he slowly stood up.
His hand that was tightly gripping the revolver slowly loosened, and he pulled back the hammer.
You guys... you agreed to fight, and this is how you fight?
Let me go to support, huh?
Feeling a nameless fire burning in his heart, "Flame" Danitz almost wanted to kick the not-so-thick wooden wall apart, break into the bedroom opposite, and set the double bed on fire to vent his inner anger and confusion.
That would definitely help him digest some of the potion in his body.
But the last bit of rationality in his heart firmly restrained Danitz, preventing him from making a decision that would most likely make him regret for the rest of his life. He simply opened the drawer of the bedside table, put the revolver away, and then quietly left his bedroom. He looked around the living room and chose the servant's room farthest from his bedroom.
"I'll sleep there tonight. I'll have to get up late tomorrow. It would be best if Gehrman Sparrow, who comes looking for me, finds me coming out of that room..."
He was actually pleased with his quick wit, which must have come from Captain Edwina's constant guidance.
"Captain, I can't stay here any longer. You...oh, close the door."
He was halfway through his lyrical speech when he suddenly remembered that he had to perform the whole act, so he turned back and gently closed the bedroom door.
Behind the crack in the door, the strange sound coming through the wall across from the opposite side continued, causing Danitz to shrink his neck and pretend not to hear anything.
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jingle--
Early in the morning, Klein was awakened by the doorbell. Yawning, he walked into the living room and saw Captain Ireland, who also looked tired, at the door.
"Can I come in?"
The sturdy man wearing a boat hat and a single-shot musket on his waist asked.
Klein hesitated for a moment and invited him in.
"Let me cut to the chase. I'll have to visit those poor passengers from yesterday later." The captain sat down unceremoniously on the wooden chair next to the coffee table. He glanced at the bedroom door and found nothing unusual behind the open door. "Early this morning, Bansi's Mandated Punishers team visited the White Onyx. They brought Cecil, who had recovered from his injuries, several confidentiality agreements, and a message."
"What is it?"
Klein didn't sit down. Instead, he stood in front of Ellan and asked calmly.
"You should have learned about Bansy Harbor's ancient tradition of human sacrifice from them yesterday, so I'll just highlight the key points. Bishop Miller of Seabreeze Church became the leader of the cult and died in a cave on the mountaintop. However, his body, along with your companion Angelica Thatch, disappeared from the altar and has not been found to this day.
"They've tried some method to track down the body and Angelica, but all their attempts have failed. So, they came to me for clues. Of course, I don't know anything, but I learned that they'll soon issue a wanted poster with a reward for your missing companion and the light blue crystal she was carrying."
Ellan replied in a deep voice.
"So, you think I know where she is?"
After bluntly pointing this out, Klein emanated an emotion called "anger," causing Ellan to immediately burst into laughter. He shook his head and said, "I'm not going to say anything more than that."
"Like I said, I know nothing. I'm here just to let you know. The White Agate will leave Bansy Harbor at ten in the morning. If you forgot to bring anything, please remember to bring it with you."
Klein watched expressionlessly as the captain stood up from his chair and walked towards the door.
"By the way," he turned back after arriving in the corridor and looked over here. "Just now, I ran into a black-haired man in Room 312 who kept complaining to me that the bed in the servants' quarters was too hard. He looked a bit like 'Flame' Danitz, who has a 3,000 pound bounty on his head. Do you have any clues?"
"Ha, how could the real 'Flame' sleep in the servants' quarters? I don't think that's him."
His question was met with merciless ridicule from Klein.
"I think so too," Ireland nodded in agreement. "I still have to go find Blanche, Dimodo, and Kate's family to sign a confidentiality agreement. Goodbye."
After saying that, he left Room 310 without looking back.
After the living room door was closed, a figure slowly walked out of the bedroom. It was Angel, whom the Mandated Punishers had been searching for.
"I didn't expect the Mandated Punishers to react so violently. If I go to them now, I'm afraid it will be useless. I'll at least face a long interrogation, or even imprisonment."
She said with a frown.
"It doesn't matter. Danitz is also a wanted pirate. Isn't he still wandering around the White Agate with impunity?"
Klein leaned forward and gently embraced Angel's thin body.
"At worst, we can just be a pair of wanted adventurers."
He said softly.
"Why, are you also planning to kill a traitorous bishop of the Storm Church?"
A smile played on Angel's lips.
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Wow——
Drawing aside the curtains, Angel looked out the window at the busy streets of Trier under the rising sun.
"I don't have to catch a steam train anymore. I feel so relaxed..."
Yawning, she studied the difference in attire between the pedestrians below and Rune, but quickly gave up in daze.
"Today, I'll go to the bank to exchange some Intis currency, and then look for clues about Beyonder gatherings or underground markets... Well, I only know Pierre, but he's just an ordinary student. He definitely wouldn't know about these things."
Planning today's action, Angel looked at the single bed in the hotel suite, which was not very big but very soft and warm.
"Sure enough, I'm not used to sleeping alone anymore..."
She sighed and looked out the window again, toward the southeast, as if she could see the White Agate docked in Bansy Harbor through a distance of thousands of kilometers.
"He must have been lonely last night too, right?"
A smile played on Angel's lips.
"Copying book reviews again, huh?"
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