"Do you suspect that Vice Admiral Disease's fleet is hiding there?" Anderson asked thoughtfully after hearing Danitz's words.

Danitz replied excitedly:

"It could be very big! Didn't the Black Death disappear after sailing west out of Theros?"

Anderson curled his lips and laughed:

"If you could easily find out the whereabouts of Vice Admiral Disease, why would she need to hide?

"How can an island that even you can find out about be considered secretive?"

"Hey! What do you mean?" Danitz felt like he was being mocked.

Anderson spread his hands and said:

“I don’t mean anything, I’m just analyzing it with my brain.

“That island should exist, but it’s either a type that many people here know about, or someone deliberately released the news.

"If it's the former, there's no way Admiral Disease Tracy's fleet is hiding there. If it's the latter, then it's quite interesting. Who would release this news?"

Danitz was a little angry at first, but then he gradually followed Anderson's train of thought and began to analyze:

"Some pirate or adventurer's trap? But an island with few resources is not likely to attract people to explore.

"Vice Admiral Disease himself? To find out who is tracking her down?"

Anderson smiled and said:

"Yes, after my teaching, you have made great progress. Otherwise, I doubt that even if you drink the 'Conspirator' potion, you will not be able to improve your brain. You will only be able to make the enemy stupider and pull him into an area that you are familiar with, thereby defeating him.

"I didn't say this, it was Emperor Roselle who said it."

After this period of collection, Anderson has helped Danitz get a portion of the main ingredients and almost all the auxiliary materials for the "Conspirator" potion. Only the last step is left for success.

“I doubt you have such ability…” Danitz muttered softly in response.

Anderson ignored him and continued:

"If Vice Admiral Disease himself sent someone to release the news, then the secret island must be a trap. Maybe there is nothing on it, only mirrors monitoring the ships and humans approaching the island. Maybe it is the important base of the witch sect that Gehrman Sparrow mentioned."

"Then what should we do next?" Danitz asked subconsciously.

Anderson said "Hey" when he heard this:

"You can't even think of such a simple thing?

"We will go find whoever you got the information from and find out where he got the information from. If we investigate layer by layer, we will eventually find something."

Yeah... Danitz wanted to nod in agreement, but when the words came to his lips, they turned into a "huh".

It was almost dawn, on the second floor of a casino.

Brown-haired Buzz yawned and walked into his room.

Before he could light the candle with the help of the moonlight outside the window, he suddenly saw a bright white flame light up in front of his eyes, which made it difficult for him to see for a short time.

Baz's heart tightened and he suddenly threw himself to the side and rolled on the ground.

After rolling twice, his movements suddenly stopped, as if he had been petrified.

This was because he felt a piercing chill and slight pain in his neck, which left him no doubt that if he moved any further, blood would spray onto the roof.

"What do you want to do?" At this time, Baz's vision had recovered. He saw a blond man standing next to him with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a black dagger, and a guy wearing a black cloak with a hood covering most of his face standing by the window.

Danitz did not answer Baz's question. He looked at Anderson with a slightly surprised tone and said:

"Why don't you pretend?"

"How can you let others know who to hate by pretending?" Anderson responded nonchalantly.

"..." Danitz exhaled, "Fortunately, I haven't been infected by your bad habits yet."

“It doesn’t matter.” Anderson smiled and said, “Anyone on Theros can tell me who I’ve been hanging out with lately.”

“Shit!” Danitz cursed.

With Anderson holding a dagger against his neck, Baz dared not move and could only listen quietly. He felt as if he was back in Trier and was watching a farce.

What on earth were these two here for... The intelligence dealer was deeply confused.

At this time, Anderson retracted his gaze, looked down at Baz and said:

"Who told you about the secret island located southwest of the main channel?"

Baz suddenly realized something, and looked at Danitz who was standing in the window and said:

"It's you!"

In the past few days, this information has only been sold to one person!

...I was recognized so quickly? Danitz didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Anderson pressed the black dagger in his hand down slightly, making the stinging sensation more obvious:

“Please respect the order of precedence.”

Baz suddenly felt as if his life was slipping away quickly, and quickly replied:

"Yes, it's 'Lieutenant General of Disease'!"

"When did she tell you and why did she tell you?" Anderson continued to ask without any surprise.

"The night before the 'Black Death' left Theros," Baz answered very quickly, fearing that he would bleed to death. "I didn't ask her why. At that time, I was just admiring her beauty. She was indeed the famous 'Disease Girl' in the five seas..."

Even after so long, Baz couldn't hide his admiration when he recalled it now in an extremely dangerous situation.

"Is this the charm of a witch?" Anderson muttered to himself, then asked, "Do you have a way to contact her?"

"No." Baz shook his head quickly. "She asked me to keep a record of all those who inquired about her whereabouts and to inform her when she returned to Theros. If anyone gets the information about the secret island and actually leaves for it, let him go."

"Is that so... It makes sense." Anderson nodded, retracted the black dagger and asked, "Is that a trap?"

"I don't know either." Baz answered frankly.

Anderson said nothing. He searched Buzz's body and the money in the room, then pointed his dagger at the information dealer and said:

“I wanted to kill you, but this way no one would hate me.

"Live well and curse me a few more times every day."

He immediately turned around, walked to Danitz's side, jumped out of the window with him, and disappeared into the dark night without street lights.

Baz touched his neck which was oozing with blood, stood up in fear, ran to the window, and confirmed that the two people were gone.

"Luckily, I met a guy who seemed to have some mental problems, otherwise I would be dead today..." He closed the window, locked the wooden door, checked the room carefully, and finally sat down, gulping down half a bottle of Lilangqi.

Under the influence of alcohol, Buzz collapsed and fell asleep.

Time passed minute by minute, and slowly came to three o'clock in the morning.

Suddenly, Baz turned over and sat up, his eyes bright and lively, without even a trace of drunkenness.

He found a dagger, pried open a piece of wooden floor in the room, and picked up a thumb-sized ball of paper from underneath.

As the white paper unfolded layer by layer, there was a sticky, paste-like black substance in the middle.

Baz took a quarter of it, walked to the mirror in the room, and was about to smear the thing on it.

At this moment, he saw two figures reflected in the mirror, one wearing a white shirt and a black vest, with one hand in his pocket and holding a dagger, and the other wearing a dark cloak with no face exposed.

"..." Baz's pupils had just dilated when Danitz punched him on the back of the head, causing him to faint.

His last memory was a voice saying with a smile:

“He really didn’t disappoint.”

After dealing with Baz, Danitz bent down to pick up the paste-like substance that fell to the ground, and laughed:

"This guy actually believed it. He believed that you didn't kill him because you wanted him to hate you."

The conversation he had had with Anderson before was actually a pre-rehearsed drama, designed to make it seem reasonable and agnostic for Anderson to let Buzz go.

“That means you acted well enough.” Anderson said with a smile, “Acting in your true colors is different.”

“Shit!” Danitz cursed without any scruples.

He then sighed again:

“I didn’t expect him to be so patient and wait until midnight before taking any action, and we were even more patient.”

"A hunter who wants to capture prey must be patient enough. Sometimes, he can wait for several days." Anderson responded casually.

For both of them, there was actually nothing they could do about it. No matter whether they were the "Hunter", "Provocateur", "Arsonist" or "Reaper", none of them were very good at psychic communication, let alone the ability of hypnosis. If they wanted to get intelligence, apart from torture and threats, which were the only options, they could only work hard on "conspiracy".

This sentence makes sense, but later, it will become my words to teach others... Danitz looked at the paste-like black thing in his hand and said:

"It seems that we need to rub it on the surface of the mirror... and then we can contact Vice Admiral Disease?"

"That should be the case. But even if we get in touch with her, what's the point? Invite her to have breakfast on the island of Seros?" Anderson laughed.

Danitz also knew that he and Anderson had no way of influencing the person on the other side of the mirror. He just instinctively wanted to do more and complete the task assigned by Gehrman Sparrow better.

He frowned slightly and said:

"So what do we do next?"

"Of course, we should contact Gehrman Sparrow and let him handle the follow-up. This guy is mysterious in every way, so there should be a way to solve it." Anderson said with a sigh, "Besides, the mission he gave us was to track down the whereabouts of Vice Admiral Disease, and now we have a result."

Danitz hummed, and began to take out candles and other items for the ceremony.

"What are you going to do?" Anderson asked with a slightly strange expression.

Danitz set up the altar without even turning his head.

"Summon Gehrman Sparrow's messenger."

"..." Anderson was silent for a few seconds and said, "I'm going to go out and smoke a cigarette first."

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