Chapter 393 Are you on board too?
Wait, why does he look like me... No, he has become me!
"Flame!" Danitz's head exploded with a bang, his scalp tingling, and he felt as if his golden hair was on fire.
He has the ability to take on other people's appearances... short black hair, top hat, windbreaker, that mysterious man who just seemed to want to swallow me whole... He hasn't noticed me yet, so I can...
At this moment, Danitz's thoughts were sharper than ever.
Before "Danitz," who had walked down from the second floor, could shift his gaze over here, he stood up from his chair like lightning, tightened his hood, and his figure instantly became somewhat dim.
Then, the big pirate with a £3,000 bounty posted on the notice board at the door jumped up, jumped over another occupied table, slammed the door of the bar open, and disappeared without a trace with a loud bang.
The drinkers around were startled by the noise and glanced over.
"Haha, that guy actually dared to chat up the woman brought by 'Flame'."
"No wonder he runs faster than a rabbit!"
Amid the clamor, Klein slowly approached, and a single glance caused the entire first floor of the bar to become incomparably silent.
"Has it been resolved above?"
Angel asked, standing up.
Klein nodded, put on the half-top hat in his hand, and left the bar's main entrance first. Angel followed behind him. You could see that the blond hair exposed by the brim of his hat turned back to black the moment he left the door.
"Was that the man just now the real 'Danitz'?"
After leaving the bar for a distance, Klein, who had transformed back into Gehrman Sparrow, asked.
"Yes, he was trying to find the bartender. I stopped him and asked him a few questions, which took a while, but the moment he saw you, he jumped up and ran away like a rabbit."
Angel took off the "Ring of Madness", took off his cloak and put on the hat with feathers, returning to the appearance of "Angelica" with blonde hair and purple eyes. With a smile on his face, he thought of the pirate sitting in front of him's furious reaction just now.
"It seems that he has heard of the Faceless Man's potion sequence, or at least knows the significance of this extraordinary ability."
The corners of Klein's mouth curled up slightly, but he immediately tightened his expression.
"How were you feeling tonight? I mean, playing the 'Faceless Man'?"
Seeing that he seemed to have some experience, Angel asked curiously.
"I've got some clues, but I used my current appearance when interrogating 'White Shark' Hamilton. There's no sign of the potion being digested. Perhaps true acting isn't just about superficial effort..." Klein frowned. "But my main goal has been accomplished. That fat guy should discover the clues I deliberately left behind and call over the intelligence officer of the pirate he knows, the 'Blood Admiral'."
"And we just sit there and wait? But the White Onyx will leave Damir Harbor early tomorrow morning, and they won't be able to find us."
"That's okay. I've written down the radio frequency spectrum and code he used to contact the other party. I can use it to arrange a suitable location for 'fishing'. Unfortunately, this equipment doesn't seem to be widely used yet. I'm afraid I'll have to find a way to buy one."
The corner of Klein's mouth twitched. He was quite proud of his little trick of coming back when interrogating "White Shark", but the crazy adventurer would not laugh at such a small thing, so he forced himself to hold it back.
"'Blood Admiral' Senior, the bounty is 42,000 pounds..."
Angel thought of the pirate general's worth and was quite tempted.
Senior's fleet consisted of seven or eight ships, and his flagship, "Tree of Flesh and Blood," had repeatedly committed serious crimes, often looting ships and killing all sailors and male passengers, and abducting young women. As a result, his bounty was much higher than that of "Vice Admiral Iceberg," who was followed by "Flame" Danitz.
"But, you went up to the second floor under the appearance of 'Danitz', but met Hamilton as 'German'. Doesn't that mean..."
Angel was just dreaming about the 42,000-pound bounty when he suddenly remembered that a certain 3,000-pound man seemed to be on everyone's radar because of his appearance on the first floor of the bar. What if Hamilton didn't know that this "Danitz" was a fake...
Klein also thought of this instantly. The two turned around and looked at the "Flying Fish and Wine" that was already hazy in the night fog. They vaguely saw a four-wheeled carriage approaching from the distance and quickly stopped at the door of the bar. The holy emblem of the storm, composed of the symbols of "wild wind, waves, and thunder", was hung on the carriage.
Angel and Klein immediately turned around and walked towards the dock without changing their pace.
"You did some counter-divination treatment, didn't you?"
"Yes... I hope Mr. 3000 Pounds is able to solve these minor problems on his own, otherwise he won't live to see this amount."
The two people's whispered conversation gradually faded away in the night sea breeze.
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When they returned to the White Agate at the dock, the import and export merchant Uldi Blanche and his family had just returned here with their bodyguards. Their faces were flushed and they seemed to be quite satisfied with the special dishes of Damir Port.
Cleves, the bodyguard who first spotted the two, nodded slightly as a greeting. Then Donna and Denton also spotted their "sister" and "uncle" and shook their hands excitedly.
"I heard there was a disturbance at the bar you guys went to?"
Seeing that her employers were about to board the gangway, another female bodyguard, Cecil, relaxed her tense nerves and quietly approached Angel and asked.
As a woman, although Cecil felt a little jealous of this young and beautiful lady, she felt a natural sense of closeness towards her.
"Yeah, some crazy adventurer beat up the bartender and the guard and made a mess of the place."
Angel replied with a smile. Cleves, who had also come over, immediately looked at Klein beside him, his brows twitching slightly, as if he remembered the person she was referring to.
"Liar and accomplice."
The crazy adventurer lowered his hat and admitted it calmly.
The two bodyguards nodded calmly and did not ask any more questions. They encountered such trivial incidents of local people bullying strangers from time to time during their bodyguard missions. As long as they did not provoke the really difficult guys, beating up a few minions was not worth mentioning at all.
The group lined up to go up the gangway and returned to the deck. Donna and the Denton siblings deliberately fell behind and moved closer to Angel and Klein.
"Sister Angelica, didn't you buy any local specialties?"
Donna held up a thin strip of meat in her hand in a somewhat ostentatious manner, which made it possible for her, despite her not being very tall, to hold it in front of Angel. The latter looked at it intently and suddenly felt something spiritual.
strangeness……
She subconsciously licked her teeth and opened her spiritual vision, and found that this inconspicuous piece of meat had a faint red glow, as if it had a special spirituality.
"This is Damir Island's specialty cured meat. After drying near the extinct volcano crater in the center of the island, it has a unique taste and flavor. Mr. Blanche bought a lot to give to relatives and friends."
Cleves came closer again, explaining while urging the siblings to leave the deck, which was a little chilly in the sea breeze.
After hearing the introduction, Angel took the pickled meat from Donna's hand with some curiosity, tore off half and handed it to Klein. She tried to bite off a small piece and chewed it. A salty and sulfurous aroma instantly filled her mouth, and she swallowed the meat strip in just a few bites.
Well, it tastes really good... and I can feel some fluctuations in the spirituality in my body after taking a bite. Could it be that the spirituality in the crater of the extinct volcano is too abundant, giving these pickled meats a special flavor while also making them contaminated with some spirituality?
She quickly assessed the harm these pickled meats would pose to ordinary people like Donna and her brother, but this spiritual power was very weak and should have no effect unless they were consumed too much in a short period of time.
Seeing that Donna had already jumped away and turned back when she was about to enter the cabin, Angel smiled softly, but the former suddenly showed a look of horror, and looked at Angel...behind her with wide eyes.
Um?
She thought of something and turned around, just in time to see a huge human-shaped skeleton nearly four meters tall dropping a letter, and then quickly disintegrated, with bones scattered on the ground and disappearing into the deck.
At that moment, she was about to press the magic pocket watch and use all the available means of attack on this strange monster, but after seeing Klein accept the letter without changing his expression, she realized that this skeleton was just a messenger.
It's a bit like the translucent human face Ms. Daly used. Well, it's similar in form, but the difference is quite far... I can see it without using my psychic vision because it's stained with spiritual bacon. That Donna...
She looked speechlessly at the girl in the distance, who had frozen in place, standing at the cabin door, bewildered.
It seems that the spiritual cured meat also gave her the ability to see spiritual creatures for a short period of time... Angel quickly understood, she forced a smile, and put her finger to her lips again, making a "keeping a secret" gesture.
Donna nodded hesitantly, her expression relaxing slightly, and then her eyes revealed undisguised excitement.
It's over. I'm afraid the misunderstanding of "Siren" will deepen again...
Angel thought helplessly and looked at Klein who was holding a letter beside him.
"It belongs to Mr. Azik."
The latter shrugged innocently, indicating that he had no control over the messenger's actions.
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“Woo—”
The White Onyx blew its whistle, and the gangway slowly retracted, preparing to leave Damir Port and continue its journey to Bayam, the "City of Generosity."
Just as the gangway lifted by the cable was about to leave the dock, a man with short brown hair and a jacket of the same color quickly stepped onto the ladder carrying a suitcase and rushed onto the deck waving his ticket.
"call."
The man who managed to get on board at the last second breathed a sigh of relief and handed the ticket he had just bought to the crew member who came to check. After the crew member confirmed his identity as a first-class passenger, he looked at the dock behind him and the port buildings in the distance.
"Bullshit! Those Mandated Punishers! I'm just here on vacation, I didn't do anything bad. Where did they get this information? They chased me like a pack of mad dogs all night!"
After disguising himself and going to great lengths to buy a ticket, "Flame" Danitz cursed angrily and spat at the imaginary Mandated Punishers. Then he turned around, adjusted his wig, and headed towards the upper deck where the first-class cabins were located.
Following the crew's instructions, he quickly found his room No. 312, opened the door, quickly scanned the spacious living room, put the suitcase in a corner, opened the window, and looked out at the harbor gradually disappearing into the distance.
"Hmph, just take your time searching there," he said, a mocking smile suddenly appearing on his face. "'Flame' Danitz has once again escaped a deadly crisis."
He adjusted his coat against the wind, talking to someone unknown.
"Oh, really?"
A more sarcastic question came from behind Danitz.
Thanks to the leader of "Egg Dog" Aoaowu.
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