Chapter 515 Questioning
As the sun shone brightly, the White Agate finally docked at Bayam's pier. Klein, who had been waiting on the deck for a long time, didn't have time to greet the "fair" Ireland he had met again. He disembarked from the newly lowered gangway, walked across the plank road, and arrived at the harbor.
He looked at the waiting area for hired carriages and found that the few carriages had been hired by the previous batch of guests who arrived at the port. Therefore, he did not wait in line there, but walked along the main road into the city.
Instead of spending half an hour waiting for a carriage, it would be better to walk directly back to "Blue Wind"... Calculating the shortest route, Klein passed by the notice board next to the port. Out of habit as an "adventurer", he glanced at the various wanted posters and notices posted there, taking in the various pirate kings, generals, and the vicious pirates under them, and memorizing them in his mind.
Wait, that's Angel?
He retracted his steps and turned to look at the top of the billboard, where he found a new wanted poster posted between several pirate generals. It listed Angel's pseudonym, Angelica Sage, and the latest bounty amount.
23,000 pounds.
When I left Tiana Island, it was still 18,000 pounds. This means the amount was only updated in the past few days and hasn't yet been transmitted from Bayam to other islands... Klein frowned, approached the sign, and read the content of the wanted poster.
"Killing a wanted pirate in the street...will this also increase the bounty?"
After a brief thought, Klein understood the reason.
The wanted posters for various pirates and adventurers were not issued simply based on the damage they caused or the degree of their viciousness. For example, although "German Sparrow" killed famous pirates such as Wormtongue in the street, he did not receive a reward and was only "notified" in the newspaper.
However, targets that already have bounties will have their "strength levels" increased through various actions, and will be re-evaluated with new bounty amounts. Even if Angel kills a wanted pirate on the street, this will increase her threat in the eyes of the Church of Storms and the colonial government, and her value will increase accordingly.
"But she wouldn't normally act like this. Even if she encountered pirates with attractive bounties, she would disguise herself before striking..."
Klein muttered as he tore off the wanted poster, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into a corner. A ball of fire appeared out of nowhere and burned it to ashes.
Then, he found the direction of the "Blue Wind" and continued to move forward, secretly quickening his pace.
…
He inserted the key, turned it to the right, and then placed his hand on the door handle. Klein felt a little nervous.
He took a deep breath, pressed the doorknob, pushed open the door, and entered the suite on the top floor of "Blue Wind". He quickly glanced around and saw Angel sitting on the sofa and sorting things by the balcony in the living room.
After his gaze lingered on her peaceful face for a moment, Klein breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the living room.
"I'm back."
He said softly, putting down the suitcase.
Angel didn't stand up immediately. Instead, he carefully placed the carving tools in his hand into the toolbox, closed the box, and then looked up at Klein.
This reaction, which was no different from usual, made Klein feel a little relieved.
But the inexplicable spiritual alertness became stronger and stronger.
"You...did anything happen to Bayam last week?"
He took the initiative to ask.
Because many of his speculations were based on the perspective of a "fool," and as a "world" he didn't understand, Klein could only ask vague questions and test the waters.
"I sold the 'Fruit of the Psychedelic Windbell Tree' to Miss Justice. Three days ago, I encountered a wanted pirate on the road and earned a 1,500-pound bounty."
Angel gave a familiar smile, one that showed satisfaction at the increase in the gold pounds in his pocket.
"Also, I tried to find clues about the Witch Cult's human trafficking and tracked down 'Mad Captain' Connors Victor, who was trading slaves. However, during the pursuit, I encountered a counterattack, and the Mandated Punishers eventually intervened. Connors and his contact in Bayam didn't have time to escape, and a demigod, most likely from the 'Black Emperor' path, silenced them. After burning the cargo ship, he was driven away by the Saints of the Church of the Storm, and the clue was lost."
She continued speaking, but there was not much regret on her face.
Burning ships, slaves... Klein remembered the beach in the divination image, which matched what Angel described.
Hearing that the other party had not concealed his experiences during this period except for the name "Adam" who could not be mentioned in real life, Klein felt a little relieved.
"It's okay. This isn't something that can be resolved quickly. Perhaps we can report what we know to the Church of Storms and let them investigate further. I think the Hanged Man's channel is quite good."
He answered casually, picked up the suitcase, went to the bedroom, pushed the door open and entered, but was surprised to find that the bedroom was very tidy, and almost all of Angel's clothes were packed in the suitcase.
She was getting ready to go out when I just got back?
Feeling a little curious and a little worried, Klein quickly put away his luggage and returned to the living room. Sure enough, he saw Angel standing up and about to walk over with a toolbox in his hand.
"you……"
"Did you forget something important?"
Klein was interrupted by Angel's counter-question just as he asked the question. He was stunned, his thoughts swirling, but he couldn't remember what he had forgotten.
If he gave a perfunctory answer, he felt that something bad would happen... He was shocked to realize that this was a "fatal question" and was speechless, not daring to speak for a moment.
"Oh, today is your birthday, Klein."
Angel, noticing his serious expression and tense body, chuckled and took the initiative to reveal the answer.
Birthday…my birthday?
Klein was stunned.
My body, no, Klein Moretti's body was born on March 4, 1327. Today is March 4, 1350, making me exactly 23 years old...
In the six months since he arrived in this world, he'd been living a hectic life almost every day, as if being chased by someone, leaving him no time to care about trivial matters. The memories he inherited were mostly fragments. Although he had memories of celebrating his birthday with Benson and Melissa, he couldn't recall them for a while.
Moreover, now that "Klein Moretti" has faked his death, Angel and Azik are the only ones who know that he is still alive. At this moment, the only person who can wish him a happy birthday is probably the only person in front of him.
Thinking of this, Klein put away his previous doubts, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he replied softly:
"Thanks."
"I haven't even finished yet..." Angel muttered, taking two steps closer. "I've booked a ship for you to the east of the Sonia Sea in April as a gift... That ship is the Future of the 'Admiral of the Stars'. She's the 'Hermit' lady of the Tarot Club. I'll have her contact you when she's free."
"I wanted to prepare something more creative, but..."
She didn't continue.
It turned out that she had a private discussion with the "Hermit" at the Tarot Club and had agreed on something...
Klein felt his eyes sting. He hadn't expected it to be a birthday present for him. He simply thought Angel had seen through the other party's identity and had helped him negotiate the next commission.
Wait, if that's the case...
"You, won't you accompany me then?"
As if he had thought of something, Klein asked back, the smile on his face gradually fading.
"You have a pirate general, a follower of Mr. Fool, escorting you. I believe the journey will be trouble-free," Angel said, shaking his head slowly. "To avoid affecting your promotion, I will not accompany you."
After saying that, she took two steps closer, almost sticking to Klein.
The latter's thinking was a little stagnant for a moment, and he did not understand the meaning of Angel's words. He just stared blankly at her as she came forward and gently kissed his face, which he had not had time to wash because he had hurried back.
She won't go with me?
Angel pursed his lips in satisfaction as he put the toolbox back into the bedroom, walked to the living room door, opened it, and walked out.
The figure slowly disappeared from Klein's sight, and the door was blown by the wind and gently closed.
Click.
The slight sound seemed to activate the almost stagnant thoughts in his mind.
At the Tarot meeting a week ago, she was confused and terrified...
The High-Sequence Beyonder who encountered the "audience," Adam, the "Angel King"...
Helped me arrange a "birthday gift", but he himself did not plan to go along...
Preparing to sell the "fake" ring to save cash...
Regardless of hiding his identity, he killed the pirates to get the reward...
The bounty was further increased, even reaching the level of a pirate general...
She, she is ready to leave?
No, it's preparation...
The next second, bright yellow flames burst out from the hem of Klein's windbreaker, enveloping his body.
Then he disappeared from the living room.
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"Bang--"
With a slight sound, the flame of the gas lamp in front of Angel suddenly increased, and a figure emerged from it.
Angel's pupils shrank slightly as he was about to go down the stairs. He subconsciously made a defensive gesture, but relaxed after seeing who was coming.
"you……"
She forced a smile and spoke.
Klein, who was standing in front of him, had a gloomy expression on his face. He stretched out his hands, directly pressed Angel's shoulders, and pushed her to the wall of the corridor.
“What happened during the ten days I was away?
“Have you learned how to kill wanted criminals on the street?
“The bounty has increased, I’m happy, huh?
"What birthday present are you talking about? Why are you letting me go alone?"
With each question he asked, the strength in his hands continued to increase, tightly squeezing Angel's slightly thin shoulders.
As if stunned, Angel just shrank his neck and did not resist, and the smile on his face became unnatural.
“I, I didn’t…”
She murmured, her pupils dilated with surprise, as if she was getting to know the man in front of her all over again.
"No? Nothing?"
Klein interrupted her defense and asked:
"I didn't plan anything secretly, didn't hide any ulterior motives, and secretly raised my 'value'..."
"Are you still not ready to give up everything and leave me alone?"
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