Chapter 396 Bansi Port
"Are you sure that Donna and Denton won't tell anyone about what happened to me on the boat?"
Danitz, wearing a black wig and dyed black eyebrows, lowered his voice and asked quietly.
After fully satisfying their curiosity, Angel finally sent the siblings away. He returned to the restaurant with Klein and the re-disguised Danitz to enjoy a sumptuous lunch.
As for the consequences of the girl discovering his true identity, Danitz was too lazy to think about it. He just wanted to limit the people who knew about it to this small circle, preferably no more than one person.
After the pirates left, the tension and fear of the passengers and crew quickly faded away. Many people in the restaurant discussed the strange behavior of the "Red Skull" suddenly turning the bow of the ship, and attributed the credit to Captain Ireland and his well-trained sailors.
Only Donna and Denton, who occupied the entire table with their family, glanced over here from time to time. They already knew the real reason why the pirates left, but abided by the agreement and did not tell more people.
"They are all good kids who keep their promises, but you talking furtively like this might be noticed by others."
Angel answered casually, taking a piece of bread topped with soft roasted mushrooms and juicy fatty beef and handing it to Klein beside him.
“Try this, it’s very good.”
Gehrman Sparrow, who was about to meet Angelica Sage, took a few bites of the bread she offered him and even praised her. Danitz, who was sitting across from them, memorized the two names he had just learned from Donna and marked them with two big crosses. When he escaped from the clutches of the devil, he would definitely...
"This is called Pavala, a specialty of the Rorsted Archipelago."
He introduced the dishes in a low voice like a waiter.
After swallowing the white bread soaked with mushroom and beef juice, Klein glanced at Danitz in surprise, astonished at his weakness and obedience. However, he quickly retracted his gaze, maintaining his aloof image and speaking in a calm tone:
"The captain just said that we would stop at Bansi Port for one night. Let me tell you about the situation there.
"OK."
After being asked for his blood and hair, hung outside the cabin, and having his identity exposed by a child, Danitz actually felt that this request was completely acceptable and even felt a little delighted.
This was territory he was familiar with.
"Bansi Island was occupied by Loen's army three hundred years ago, but a series of mysterious incidents occurred at that time. Hundreds of soldiers disappeared, and their bones later appeared on the seashore and in the mountains. The local garrison was so panicked that some even deserted.
"Many people suspect the 'Weather God' is at work. Hey, this is a deity worshipped by the local indigenous people, a belief they created to cope with the drastic changes in the weather. The corresponding rituals are primitive and bloody. During the four annual sacrifices, they kill the chosen one, share his blood and flesh, and bury his head beneath the altar. It wasn't until the Church of Storms built a church here, sent a bishop here, and spread its teachings that peace returned to the island."
A very bloody custom... Whether it's on Earth or here, the sacrificial rituals of primitive beliefs are inseparable from death and blood. It's a good thing that the Storm Church has replaced the "Weather God". They are arrogant but not cruel, warlike but not bloodthirsty... Angel commented in his heart.
"Of course, this ritual has long been replaced by the formal Storm Ceremony. The local language and customs have also disappeared, leaving only two unique customs. One is that on nights with drastic weather changes, such as heavy fog or rain, you should close your door tightly and not go out, let alone respond to any sounds outside. The other is that they love to eat animal blood. They use a method learned from the elves, adding salt and various spicy seasonings to the blood to make a solidified block, which is smooth and refreshing."
It sounds like blood sausage, but the cooking method is a little different. I wonder if the taste is different...
Listening to Danitz's introduction, Angel felt a little hungry again. She picked up a piece of grilled mushroom, put it into her mouth, chewed it and swallowed it, then continued to ask:
"Then why did Captain Ireland take a detour there? Wouldn't this extend the journey?"
Danitz first cautiously turned his head to look at a corner of the restaurant, where Ellan was dining with his first mate and boatswain. Seeing that they were not paying attention, he explained:
"Ellan is very cautious. Even if the Red Skull left without harassing the White Agate, he would have docked at the nearest port, Bansi, and reported the pirate encounter on this safe waterway to the navy and the church, drawing their attention. This is the obligation of passing ships, and it's also his own responsibility..."
"You knew the Captain before?"
Klein put down his knife and fork, interrupting Danitz and asking back.
"...Before he left the navy, we fought," Danitz replied after a moment's silence. "And he left the navy as a Beyonder. He's likely joined an intelligence agency like MI9, monitoring this route as a passenger ship captain. If he discovers my whereabouts, I'm afraid there will be a conflict."
So that's how it is. No wonder Captain Ireland was able to subdue the "White Shark" in Damir Harbor and even intimidate the stronger Danitz... Hmm, but given the captain's personality, even if he discovered "Flame" on his ship, he wouldn't make a fuss. At least he would wait until they arrived at Bayam to deal with it.
Although he may be an informant of the Navy, he is not the kind of person who would sacrifice his life for intelligence. Instead, he would make the safety of the passengers on the White Agate his top priority.
After opening his mouth, Danitz transformed from a melancholy pirate into a talkative adventurer. He began to talk about various legends on the sea similar to those on Bansi Island, such as the belief in the "sea god" on the Rorsted Archipelago, the whereabouts of the "key of death", and so on, as if his previous humble appearance was just an illusion.
Angel listened with great interest. Although Klein continued to eat, he slowed down his movements and was obviously interested.
It was not until most of the passengers had finished lunch and left the restaurant that Danitz stopped his story, still unsatisfied. This made Angel even more certain that the pirate's previous taciturn image was completely a disguise.
"The pig's blood at the Green Lemon Restaurant in Bansy Harbor is delicious, prepared the way I just described. Are we, I mean you, interested in trying it?"
Finally, Danitz's conversation returned to their upcoming destination, discussing dinner. Although the food on the White Agate was fresh enough and the chef's cooking was good, when arriving in a new place, one should always try the local specialties.
Moreover, being constantly with this crazy adventurer and this beautiful-looking, yet evil-hearted woman was driving him crazy! Perhaps once they were ashore, in a strange place, they would be able to restrain themselves a little.
He looked at Angel, then at Klein, waiting for their responses.
During their day together, he actually still hadn't figured out who was the leader between the two of them. Generally speaking, a group of adventurers must have one person in charge, so that they can unify the opinions within the team and avoid disagreements.
But the man and woman in front of me seemed to be able to quickly reach a consensus without any discussion or argument, and often they could do it with just a glance.
This time was no different. After a quick glance between the two, Klein replied, "We'll decide once we get to Bansy Harbor."
Danitz breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had probably convinced the two men.
From the dishes they ordered for lunch, it can be seen that both of them are food lovers and would not refuse delicious pig blood.
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"We're not going ashore, and neither are you."
At dusk, the White Agate finally docked at Bansi Port, about 120 nautical miles from Damir Island. As expected, it was dinner time.
Most of the passengers gathered on the deck, preparing to go ashore to the various specialty restaurants in the port to enjoy local dishes that were different from the delicious but monotonous meals on the ship. Among them, the "Lemon Restaurant" mentioned by Daniz was the most popular. One-third of the passengers, including Donna's family, chose to dine there.
Therefore, upon hearing Klein's words, the famous pirate "Flame" was struck by lightning and asked in astonishment:
"What did you say?"
Under Klein's indifferent gaze, he quickly adjusted his position and added:
"What I mean is that you'll miss out on a great opportunity to try the special pig's blood dish you can't get anywhere else."
"The divination result is wrong. This port is potentially dangerous."
With a ding, Klein ejected a copper penny and caught it mid-air. He opened his palm and showed the number representing the face value to Danitz, who looked puzzled.
The numbers say no, there is no hidden danger in Bansi Port.
But he had already confirmed above the gray fog that, after eliminating relevant interference, there was a considerable danger lurking in Bansy Harbor. Angel's magic mirror divination, which yielded nothing, further confirmed this. There must be someone or something on this small island with a strength no less than the combined strength of the two of them, hidden beneath the tranquility.
Out of trust in Klein's ability to "eliminate interference from divination," Angel agreed to Klein's decision without hesitation, and asked him to "inform" Danitz of this decision.
However, the two did not prevent the passengers from disembarking for entertainment and dining. After their analysis, they concluded that the danger was limited to actively "exposure" to certain things in Bansy Harbor. Ordinary people like Donna's family, and even ordinary bodyguards like Cleves, would not cause any abnormalities.
This port even has a Church of the Storm. If there were any extraordinary incidents that could easily be encountered by passing travelers, they would have been resolved by the Mandated Punishers long ago...
Fortunately, Angel didn't suspect my "special divination," nor did he inquire why it could only be performed alone. Was it because of his trust in me, or was it simply due to his personality? Klein thought with some relief. Seeing Danitz staring blankly at the coin in his hand, he quickly put the penny away and said calmly,
"Let's go to the restaurant for dinner."
After saying that, without waiting for Danitz to react, he left Room 312 without even closing the door.
Shit! My pig blood! And my freedom!
Danitz cursed inwardly. After seeing this crazy adventurer flip a coin to make a decision twice, how could he not know that he was good at divination?
This almost deprived him of his last hope of escaping when the White Agate docked. Even if he could escape from the hands of this couple by chance, he would definitely be found by the divination.
Even if I risk being caught and flee to the vicinity of the Storm Church, that woman still has my blood and can curse me from a distance... Danitz thought with some despair, slamming the door shut and looking back out the window at Bansi Harbor under the setting sun.
Eh...it seems like there wasn't such thick fog just now?
He suddenly discovered that the towering church spire in the distance had become blurred, and the buildings farther away were completely shrouded in the sudden thick fog.
The weather in this "Weather Museum" has changed again.
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