Chapter 429 Hunting for the “Blood Admiral”?
"German Sparrow?"
The arrival of the new uninvited guest did not move "Iceberg Vice Admiral" Edwina. She still responded with a cold expression and indifferent tone, living up to her title.
A fire of evil raged within Danitz, the Blazing Flame. This was his dream, his suite. The captain was fine, but this man and woman barged in one after another, treating him like nothing. Add to that the various oppressions they had inflicted on him on the White Agate, and this was simply...
...it simply made him softer and more comfortable.
After assessing the combat capabilities of both sides, Danitz forced out a familiar smile:
"You're here too! This is the captain of the 'Golden Dream' I mentioned to you..."
"Edwina Edwards."
Klein interrupted him in a low voice, nodded, and stood beside Angel.
Danitz opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing the silent captain, he finally shut it. He also stood beside Edwina, forming a four-person formation facing each other in the living room, which also added some resistance to the Golden Dream.
The four of them stood there, and the room in the dream fell into silence for a moment.
"So, how well do you know the 'Blood Admiral'?"
In the end, it was Edwina who spoke first. She folded her arms and her tone remained flat.
"42,000 pounds."
Klein replied.
After waiting for a long time, but not hearing his second words, Angel sighed inwardly, feeling that this cold and crazy adventurer's character was a bit too extreme, so he had to speak up to add:
"He should be a Sequence 5 Wraith, commanding a fleet of eight ships. His captains are all at Sequence 7 to Sequence 6, like Iron Maiviti..."
After gathering the information he had obtained from Miss Sharon, the Hanged Man Alger, Danitz, and various wanted posters, Angel looked at Edwina expectantly, like a student who had just answered a teacher's question, waiting for her response.
No, why do I seem to be trapped in the illusion of studying in class... Is it because of the influence of dreams?
She suddenly became alert.
"Aside from the recent loss of a pirate ship, everything else is basically correct," the pirate general actually nodded in praise, like a teacher. "But the biggest problem is that anyone who holds the title of 'Pirate General' across the Five Seas relies not only on their own strength but also on close connections with the forces behind them."
"the same as you?"
Klein suddenly asked back.
This reaction was beyond Edwina's expectations. She was stunned for a few seconds before nodding.
"Yes, me too. And standing behind 'Blood Admiral' Senior is the 'Rose School'."
The Rose School... They seem to be an ancient organization originating from the Southern Continent, renowned for their bloody rituals. After the Southern Continent was colonized, they faced resistance from the Orthodox Church, but they leveraged this opportunity to expand across the globe. I didn't expect that pirate general to be one of their own... Hmm, could it be that the Rose School possesses a potion for the "alien" pathway?
"I have hunted members of their species."
Klein replied softly, seemingly not taking the organization seriously at all.
Oh, right, he had helped Miss Sharon deal with the pursuit of the "Rose School" in Backlund... Angel remembered this.
After a moment of silence, Edwina nodded and said:
"Since you understand the danger of this matter and still intend to proceed, I can offer some assistance. When the Blood Admiral's fleet reappears, I will inform you of its location."
"Is this what you mean by the 'power' behind you?"
Angel interjected and asked rhetorically.
"No, this is already personal."
Edwina glanced at Danitz beside her and replied.
Revenge for the destruction of her contact point by the "Blood Admiral"... Angel suddenly realized.
After confirming their respective intentions, they discussed future communication methods and details of their cooperation. Klein stated that he had ordered a radio receiver and obtained the frequency band and code used by the Blood Admiral and his intelligence officers to communicate, allowing him to monitor them from Bayam.
Vice Admiral Iceberg Edwina had kept Danitz behind as a liaison for their cooperation, much to the latter's shock. He had originally thought his captain would quickly pick him up and free him from the clutches of these two evil adventurers, but he hadn't expected that after their conversation, his escape from the sea of suffering would actually be delayed even further.
Therefore, in the second half of the conversation, his expression seemed a little gloomy, even the scene based on his dream seemed a little vague, and the sun outside the window was quickly blocked by dark clouds.
It wasn't until the pirate general who had entered the dream through ritual magic left that Angel came out of the dream. She opened her eyes in Danitz's bedroom and saw Klein sitting beside her.
The latter also looked over at the same time, and then cast their gazes towards Danitz, who was still lying on his back on the bed.
He was still asleep? Was he pretending to be asleep out of fear... no, out of politeness, waiting for us to leave?
Angel had a smile on his face, and felt a little sorry for the poor pirate who had made him digest a lot of "painful" potion.
But as soon as I walked out of the other person's bedroom, this little thought disappeared deep in my mind.
"How was your performance today?"
Angel asked after returning to his own living room.
Klein was hanging his windbreaker and top hat on the coat rack when he casually replied:
"I met his parents, gave them the money, and then lied to them, saying that I was going on a long voyage and might not be back for several months..."
Having said that, he paused for a moment.
"But when I left, I felt that they must have known the truth. The couple's crying didn't seem like their son was going away, but rather a true farewell..."
Today, Klein used the "Faceless Man" to pretend to be a sailor who died in a storm. The pension that should have been given to his parents by his companions had not been delivered for some reason. Taking this opportunity, Klein transformed into the sailor's appearance and gave the pension as income to the two elderly people, claiming that he would be following the fleet to the southern continent and would be away for a long time.
"There's an old legend on the island where that town is located. Those who die at sea will one day return to their homes and bid their last farewells to their relatives in the same manner they were in life. Perhaps my actions were in line with this ancient legend, and that made the old couple guess something..."
Klein sat on the sofa, looking somewhat melancholy.
"I can sense that I've digested the potion much better than the simple acting I've done in Bayam these past few days. Perhaps it's because I'm simultaneously playing the 'distant sailor' I aspire to be, and the legendary 'returning soul,' and receiving immediate feedback on both. It makes me feel like I'm both watching someone else's story and participating in it myself.
"In that state, when I heard their cries, I also felt the urge to cry. Perhaps, playing the 'Faceless Man' requires incorporating emotions, but not too much..."
He summed up what he had gained this time.
Worried that Klein would fall back into the same state he had when he first arrived at sea and boarded the White Agate, unable to distinguish between acting and reality, Angel quickly held his hand and tried his best to comfort him with his actions.
"I'm fine. In these few performances, I've been able to detach myself from my emotions and just act. I just felt a little emotional just now..."
Klein quickly recovered from his somewhat depressed mood and changed the subject, discussing his cooperation with Vice Admiral Iceberg.
"She and the 'Blood Admiral' are both pirate generals. Can we really trust her?"
Angel asked, somewhat puzzled.
"At least Senior has provoked her. 'Steel' secretly occupied the contact point and killed more than a dozen sailors who were gathering at Bayam to return to their ship. Danitz almost died there as well. Even if it's just for the sake of her dignity in the eyes of her subordinates, Edwina must retaliate accordingly. Moreover, there can't be true friendship between the seven pirate generals. They are all competitors. Weakening the enemy is equivalent to improving oneself."
"So she's showing her goodwill so she can use us to eliminate a pirate general and avoid being targeted by other rivals?"
Angel suddenly realized.
"That's right. From the battle between Vice Admiral Dusk and Admiral Blood, it's clear that unless both pirate admirals are mutually defeated, it's almost impossible to harm the pirates aboard their flagships. Vice Admiral Iceberg only has one ship, so he can't defeat them in a head-on battle. But we have no fleet, acting alone, which makes it more likely we can directly carry out a 'decapitation operation'. This is probably Edwina's true plan..."
"Of course, we can also get what we need - the bounty and 'reputation' on the sea. The fall of a pirate general will definitely be a major event that will shock the five seas."
Klein's expression gradually turned cold, turning him into a crazy adventurer whose only concern was the bounty.
"Didn't you say we can't fit in too much?"
Seeing this, Angel stretched out his finger and poked him in the waist, turning him back into Klein's appearance.
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On Friday evening, the two left the hotel and went to the street, joining the local people preparing to celebrate the New Year.
Many Loen people have the habit of traveling during the New Year. Popular destinations like Disi Bay and Feynaport's Seville have already been packed with tourists. As a result, Bayam has received many tourists who cross the sea for a quiet vacation, and has become a crowded and popular destination.
The memories of "Cole Granger" in Angel's mind had long faded over the past few months. Only vague fragments remained of her impression of this world's "New Year." However, in order to avoid being noticed by Klein, she still smiled and "remembered" the celebrations she had spent in Severus County.
"Tingen City also has celebrations every year, but of course, they're nothing compared to here. All people care about is the short holiday, store promotions, and using them as an excuse to indulge themselves with delicious food... and reunite with their families."
Klein's eyes were a little vague as he looked at the people on the street, seemingly lost in memories.
It was not until Angel took his hand and pulled him into the crowd of mainly foreign tourists that the sadness on his face gradually faded and a smile appeared.
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