Chapter 392 A total of 6,000 pounds?
Worth 3,000 pounds?
After hearing Klein's words, Angel tried hard to recall the densely packed pirate names and bounties on the notice board he had just seen. He awkwardly discovered that all he could remember were those large sums exceeding ten thousand pounds, with no memory of "Flame" Danitz at all.
But this did not prevent her from quickly summoning invisible silk threads that spread around the alley. With just a thought, these silk threads could immediately bind the 3,000 gold pounds in front of her, making it impossible for him to escape.
Of course, Angel still had some hesitation about whether to attack the "Flame" Danitz. According to the fourth boatswain of the "Golden Dream", they were different from ordinary pirates who killed and robbed. Instead, they were a group of pirates with principles and a program.
...Isn't that also a pirate?
She turned her head to look at Klein, waiting for his reaction.
The latter exuded an aura of predation. Angel knew that this came from the "Creeping Hunger" on his hand. This item, which had been sealed by Mr. Azik, would try to break free from the seal and devour the prey in front of it when the user had murderous intentions in his heart.
Danitz, who was being targeted by it, had a serious expression on his face. Although he didn't know that this strange "hunger" came from the magical item, it didn't prevent him from realizing that his life was in danger.
He is also a Beyonder, but no one knows which path or sequence he is in… It can’t be higher than Sequence 7, otherwise the reaction wouldn’t be so big… Angel guessed secretly.
"What are you doing in Damir Harbor?"
After a moment, Klein asked as the aura of "Crawling Hunger" grew stronger.
"I, I'm on annual leave..."
The pirate who was just called "Vice Admiral Iceberg" and "Golden Dream" is now as obedient as a quail.
This answer almost made Angel laugh. She had just been doubting whether the "annual leave" he mentioned was real or not, but she hadn't expected that Danitz himself was practicing these "principles" and even used this as an excuse to recruit new members during the vacation. He was simply a model pirate.
At the same time, she felt the "hunger" beside her disappear. Klein's murderous intent faded, and his hand moved away from the revolver.
"You can go now."
Seeing that Klein had no intention of accepting the bounty, Angel said to Danitz and retracted the silk thread that had already spread throughout the alley and even started to bind the other's feet.
Flame Danitz felt as if he had been pardoned. He quietly glanced at the silent Klein, took a few steps backward, and after getting away from the two of them, he turned around and left the alley without looking back.
"Wait," Klein whispered just as his figure almost disappeared at the alley entrance, successfully making the other person's neck turn stiffly. "Where is 'White Shark' now?"
"He's on the second floor of 'Flying Fish and Wine'. If you had left a little later, you would have run into him."
Hearing that Klein was asking about the White Shark instead of himself, Danitz was visibly relieved. After quickly answering, he put on his hood and disappeared from the alley.
The last look he gave was filled with fear and confusion, as if he was wondering how he had the courage to come up and recruit these two people to "join the gang" just a few minutes ago.
"I have to send a telegram to the captain immediately. A pair of strange guys appeared in Damir Port..."
He muttered to himself, tightened his cloak, and walked away at a rapid pace.
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In the "Flying Fish and Wine" bar, the noise and chaos just now had been stopped by a group of newly arrived guards. Many drunkards who were hit by clubs in the chaos lay on the ground, and most of the rest had left, making the first floor much more empty.
But this bar was the closest to the port, and within a few minutes, a new group of sailors and passengers occupied the empty tables and chairs, as if the riot had never happened.
The knocked-out bartender has woken up, the bandage on his head wound still oozing blood. In front of him stands a tall, strong, fat man with skin as white as paper, like a real great white shark crawling onto land.
"They spoke to Just Ireland. They must be from his ship..."
The bartender spoke in a low voice, his words a little unclear. One side of his cheek was swollen, and the blood under the skin gradually gathered and turned purple. This was not caused by the man and woman who had caused trouble before, but was a reward given by the fat man in front of him for his previous behavior.
"Of course I know. I just met Ireland. Do I need you to tell me?"
The fat white man's eyes moved between the smashed wine rack, the "Sea Eagle" Logan lying on the ground, and the two bruised guards. His expression changed constantly, as if he was evaluating whether the losses he suffered today were worth the conflict with the captain who retired from the navy.
After a moment, he spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm, suddenly raised his fat palm, and slapped the bartender on the other intact cheek, sending him flying and causing both sides of his cheeks to swell up at the same time, quite symmetrically.
"Clean it up."
He gave instructions to the guard beside him, and with heavy steps, he went up to the second floor on the creaking wooden stairs.
Seeing their boss "White Shark" Hamilton leave, several guards breathed a sigh of relief, helped the bartender up, cleaned up the teeth, glass fragments, wood chips and other garbage on the ground, threw the unconscious "Sea Eagle" out the door, left two new guards to watch the place, and the rest followed Hamilton to the second floor.
After the show was over, the patrons who were still in the bar dispersed and returned to their seats. Some of them even gloated over the misfortune and asked the bartender to continue serving drinks, which made the unlucky guy who had been beaten twice look full of resentment and grievance.
"Bang--"
The door was pushed open from the outside, and a blond man who was not very tall, with his windbreaker unbuttoned and draped behind him, walked into the bar, followed by a black-haired, round-faced woman who was completely covered in a cloak.
The guards and drinkers in the bar all turned their eyes to the newcomer, then looked away in boredom. But after a few seconds, a few glances turned over again covertly.
Blonde hair, yellow eyebrows, blue eyes, and flat features... "Flame" Danitz? The fourth boatswain of "Vice Admiral Iceberg"?
Some drinkers who had been at sea long enough to remember most of the pirates with bounties on their heads had already recognized the newcomer. Although his height didn't match the rumors, his facial features were very distinct.
Danitz strode across the messy ground, approached the bar, and asked in a frivolous tone:
"Where's your boss, 'White Shark'?"
The bartender raised his head, and his eyes, which were squinted by his swollen face, barely opened. He instantly recognized this pirate worth 3,000 pounds, and immediately swallowed the curse words that were about to come out of his mouth.
"The boss is in the room on the second floor."
He answered honestly.
Seeing Danitz quickly walk up to the second floor, the few remaining drinkers on the first floor began to discuss in low voices, speculating when "White Shark" had become so close to "Vice Admiral Iceberg" that he truly became a "pirates' informant."
Some people even left quietly, whether they were fleeing this place of conflict or preparing to notify the garrison at the port or the Church of the Storm to cash in the 3,000 pounds reward.
The woman who came in with Danitz found a clean table and sat down. She didn't order any drinks, but just waited quietly.
The drunks, who usually started to make a fuss when they saw women, rarely dared to step forward. After seeing the woman with a proud figure and sweet temperament ten minutes ago, their inner threshold had been raised significantly. Moreover, this was someone brought by "Flame" Danitz!
…
Angel yawned in boredom, and the bar patrons soon stopped looking at her, which made her, who was wearing the "Ring of Madness", feel half relieved and half regretful.
If nothing unexpected happens, Klein upstairs will have already met "White Shark" Hamilton. Once he finishes questioning them, the two of them will be able to return to the White Agate before midnight and no longer have to play the game of disguise and infiltration here.
With a bang, the door of the bar was pushed open again, and a cloaked man walked in. His blue eyes under the hood quickly scanned the surroundings, and he was about to walk towards the bar when he suddenly felt an undisguised gaze staring at him from the side.
Seeing that the real Danitz had successfully caught his attention, Angel secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If this pirate started a conversation with the bartender who had just met Klein, it would definitely affect the "battle" on the second floor.
Seeing Danitz sitting across from her with a puzzled look on his face, Angel coughed lightly and took the initiative to speak:
"Danitz? A sailor from the 'Golden Dream'?"
"It's the Fourth Boatswain!" Danitz retorted in a low voice. He quickly glanced around and saw a few curious glances before moving on. Only then did he relax his tense body. "Who are you? Why are you waiting for me here?"
"I heard Vice Admiral Iceberg is recruiting new pirates?"
Angel quickly found a topic that might interest the other party and planned to drag it out for a few minutes to buy Klein some time.
"Are you an adventurer who dreams of making a fortune? Ha, we've been recruiting like-minded companions." Danitz's face was still alert, but he was already spouting words that sounded familiar to Angel. "But first, you have to have the ability, at least to be able to..."
He glanced sideways at the bruised bartender, who had just mixed a glass of "sweet lemon" and taken the 10 pence handed over by the customer.
"...can beat someone like him in a minute."
"I can do it with one punch."
Angel answered honestly, drawing a somewhat annoying dry laugh from Danitz.
"I'm not bragging, it would take me three punches to take down this strong man." Then, he put away his smile and continued, "Then why did you join the 'Golden Dream'?"
You didn't have so many problems when you recruited Klein and me just now... Angel felt a little strange.
Could it be that this guy suddenly woke up after hitting a wall and felt that he should be more cautious when choosing new companions?
"I heard that your captain is a woman and that female crew members have better benefits, so I wanted to try my luck."
She answered by referring to Danitz's previous recruitment "GG" content.
"That's true, but it's not a reasonable excuse. Vice Admiral Disease Tracy, the new pirate general who just took over all of Vice Admiral Hurricane Qilingos's men, is also a woman. But if you join her Black Death, I'm afraid you won't have a good experience.
"Haha, if you were a little better looking, maybe the result would be different."
It sounds like you're an Extraordinary from the Hunter Path... Angel felt a familiar urge rising in her heart, an urge to beat up the person in front of her, which quickly reminded her of a corresponding Extraordinary Path.
"What about the other pirate generals? Is there a place suitable for me? As long as I can make a lot of money, it's fine."
Even without counting her "instigation" ability, there was still some sincerity in this sentence, causing Danitz to hesitate for a moment before continuing:
"As far as I know, with the exception of 'Admiral of the Stars' Cattleya, the fleets of other pirate generals aren't good places to go. Of course, if you want to get your hands dirty and hang out with those scoundrels, you might give it a try. Also, among the pirate kings, the 'Mysterious Queen' and her 'Dawn' are also the targets of many pirates' yearning, but they hide in the depths of the raging sea, and few have ever seen them..."
After opening his mouth, "Flame" Danitz spoke non-stop about the pirates of the five seas and their styles of doing things, until he finally came to a conclusion:
——You should stay at home.
Believing he had convinced this young woman who wanted to get on the Golden Dream, Danitz breathed a sigh of relief and looked at her, only to find that her gaze wasn't on him. Instead, she was looking past him and behind him.
He turned his head in confusion and glanced at the wooden stairs leading to the second floor. A man in a black windbreaker and taking off his top hat walked down. His facial features and beard changed rapidly. His short black hair stood up, and his facial features became flattened. In the blink of an eye, he became another Danitz with blond hair, burnt yellow eyebrows, and blue eyes.
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