The smell of this canned wolffish is really irritating... Not only is it smelly, but it's also disgusting... It's simply biochemical poison gas! Klein squatted in the corner and took more than ten seconds to recover.

At that moment, he underestimated the smell of the wolffish can and failed to make the most effective response in time. He did not use a "paper man substitute" or create an invisible air tube on the spot to pretend that he was breathing underwater.

Now, he finally realized how wise it was to not open canned wolffish in public!

Huh... Klein exhaled, slowly stood up, picked up his luggage, and walked out of the dock step by step.

His first impression of the city called Nas was that most of the houses were white and stone materials were widely used. His second impression was that it was not located too far to the north, but the temperature was quite cold. Even though it was already April, it was still only a few degrees Celsius. His third impression was that there were many whaling houses, where huge beluga whales were dismembered into skin, meat, fat, bones and "gray amber".

The latter two can be used as crinolines for banquet dresses or as top-grade spices. Whether used as incense or added to perfume, they are luxury goods that only the aristocrats and wealthy can enjoy.

As for the skin, meat and fat of white whales, they also have their own uses, which can be used to make clothes, become food, and refine oil. In Nas and the Gargas Islands, the cooking of white whales has formed a unique culture, with various techniques and famous restaurants.

Klein passed by one whaling house after another and saw the large amount of fat that had been stripped off being carried by freight wagons and heading to a factory not far away that was emitting black smoke. That was a refinery with Galgas characteristics, where the fat of the beluga whales would be refined into whale oil and put into bottles and barrels, becoming an outstanding fuel and the blood of certain industries.

Very distinctive... Klein exhaled white air from his mouth and stopped to watch for a while.

After leaving the port and arriving in the city, waves of noisy Feysac language reached his ears.

Klein, who was proficient in the ancient Feysac language, the source of the northern continent's language, was already familiar with the speech of the northern barbarians. He turned his head when he heard the voice and looked over. He saw tall people with golden hair holding banners and marching in the street.

The banner at the front clearly stated their demands:

"Oppose the indiscriminate hunting of beluga whales. We need sustainable development!"

Pfft... Klein almost lost his composure, and immediately believed that the concept of "sustainable development" was 99% "invented" by Emperor Roselle.

He turned his gaze to the banners behind him, and the purpose of this parade became clearer to him:

"Hunting whales for survival, not pleasure!"

"Humans are no more noble than white whales!"

"Get away from Nass, you greedy demon!"

At this time, policemen in gray uniforms holding shields, forks and sticks blocked the progress of the parade.

After a brief argument, the situation quickly turned violent.

Many young people in the parade threw out opened cans of wolffish and liquor stuffed with cloth strips and set on fire. The police could no longer restrain themselves and pushed back, using shields and sticks to fight.

Klein pinched his nose and looked at the fire on the street. He found that many pedestrians didn't care about it. Except for a few onlookers, the rest were walking towards their destinations normally.

It seems that this happens frequently in Nas... Could it be that the parade has turned into a conflict? As expected of the Feysac Empire... Klein muttered a few words, walked around the street, and randomly found a hotel to stay in.

He still registered under the name Gehrman Sparrow. He was not worried at all that the information spread by "Vice Admiral of Disease" Tracy would cause the Church of the Evernight Goddess to treat him as a "faceless man". He would not go to the whaling route to look for mermaids who had become believers of the goddess. He planned to go straight to the dangerous area in the easternmost part of the Sonia Sea.

As for the safety issues in the Gargas Islands, he didn't need to worry about it. This was a colony of the Feysac Empire. The only legal religious organization was the Church of the God of War, and they were very hostile to the Church of the Goddess of Night.

Klein was originally worried that he would encounter many "faceless men" here? - He would encounter seven or eight of them if he went to the next door to enjoy a whale meal. But after careful consideration, he rationally ruled out this possibility.

This is because Beyonders of the "Fortune Teller" path are rare in themselves. Klein has only met three Beyonders above Sequence 8 so far. Second, Beyonders of Sequence 6 are not weeds that can be found everywhere. Even though this is a pirate paradise, those with a bounty of 5,000 pounds are considered rare animals. Third, the "Faceless Man" will be well prepared and will take a whaling ship to look for mermaids. They will either begin to believe in the goddess, sink to the bottom of the sea or work as a researcher, or have extremely high IQs and seize opportunities to be successfully promoted and leave safely. They rarely stay in the Gargas Islands for too long.

In the entire Nas, there are no more than two "Faceless Men" besides me... Klein sorted out his clothes and did not rush to contact "Admiral of the Stars" Cattleya. He came to the street in a good mood and looked for delicious food according to what he heard during the journey.

Raw beluga whale slices, fried whale steaks, whale oil with skin, grilled whale meat... Klein was like a real traveler, changing three restaurants and tasting different foods.

It’s not bad, and quite unique. The fishy smell isn’t too strong, but rather very appetizing and tempting… Hiccup… Klein covered his mouth and walked to the street. He found that the street lights were sparse here, but the lights in the houses on both sides were bright, which alleviated the darkness of the night to some extent.

The cold wind blew across the ocean, causing Klein to raise his hand and pull up his collar. The azure cufflinks had lost their brilliance and were now deeply embedded in his wrist.

Compared to rings, cufflinks are more in line with Gehrman Sparrow's personality, so Klein did not blame the "craftsman" for changing the requirements without authorization.

The harmonica that solidified the ritual of summoning spiritual creatures was exactly what Klein intended. It could be used for a year and a half, and it was silver-white in color and exquisitely beautiful.

When he got the harmonica, Klein imagined this scene: a crazy and powerful adventurer, in the quiet night, under the deep moonlight, leaning on the edge of the ship, playing a sad melody on the harmonica.

Unfortunately, this harmonica cannot make any sound and can only be used to summon Renette Tinicole.

Shaking his head imperceptibly, Klein walked steadily along the empty and cold streets of Naas and returned to the hotel.

After adjusting his state of mind through sleep, he came to Gray Amber Street the next morning and entered a grocery store called "Fanatical Whale Dance".

Glancing at the gray-haired boss who was a head taller than him, Klein tapped the counter with his fingers and said in Feysac:

"Buy whale oil."

The boss's face was covered with wrinkles, but he was only wearing a coat made of white whale skin. The light-colored pattern had a strange beauty.

"How much?" The boss was drinking strong liquor in big gulps, not paying attention to the messy placement of the goods.

“One and a quarter barrels.” Klein answered according to the agreed code.

The boss slowed down his drinking and put the brown-green bottle on the counter:

"Would you like to have a sip? The purest Nepos, the mistress of all Feysac men!"

This is a distilled liquor that is a specialty of Feysac, made from potatoes or grains. It is famous for its high alcohol content and its irritation like a flame. Compared to Sonia Blood Wine, it is quite cheap and more popular among ordinary Feysac people.

“No need.” Klein shook his head.

The boss chuckled:

“What kind of man is he if he doesn’t drink Nepos?

"Are there only ladies left in Loon?"

He gulped down another sip and said:

"Who introduced you?"

"Ms. Gertmuse." Klein said a name that mixed styles.

The boss suddenly exhaled, and a strong smell of alcohol lingered around.

He staggered to his feet, like a white bear performing in a circus.

After instructing the clerk, he led Klein all the way to a small room on the second floor of the warehouse at the back.

"Let me look for it, let me look for it..." The boss muttered and squatted down.

Klein controlled the twitch of his face and recalled a joke that was widely circulated in the Kingdom of Loen:

"Question: When are the men of Feysac not drunk? Answer: When they are in their mother's womb."

After waiting for a while, Klein saw the boss dig out a pure crystal ball.

Then, the drunken "White Bear" turned his back to Klein, stroked the crystal ball with both hands, and whispered in the difficult and awkward ancient Hermes language.

The room gradually became dim, and all the dark corners suddenly became dark, seeming to emit a strange attraction.

The crystal ball quickly lit up, revealing the figure of a woman in a black classical robe.

She has an oval face, fair skin, and dark eyes with a slightly purple hue, full of mystery.

I saw the true appearance of another Tarot Club member... Klein stepped forward and took the crystal ball.

The "hermit" Cattleya on the other side of the crystal ball also saw the "world" here clearly: black hair, brown eyes, thin face, and sharp edges.

She stared at him for a second before opening her mouth and saying:

"German Sparrow?"

She discovered that the true strength and level of the Tarot Club members were much stronger than she had expected: "The World" turned out to be the crazy pirate general-level hunter Gehrman Sparrow!

There was nothing wrong with my previous judgments about the "world"... introverted, deep, experienced and ruthless... "Admiral of the Stars" didn't seem too surprising to me.

“Yes, Ms. Cattleya.” Klein motioned for his boss to leave the room.

When it became extremely quiet here, "Admiral of the Stars" Cattleya spoke again:

"I'm curious, how did you recognize me? I'm always very careful when I go to parties."

At that time, the "world" who requested for private communication started by calling her "Admiral of the Star", which really scared her.

It was also based on this factor that she chose to accept the commission from "The World".

“It’s a secret.” Klein smiled politely.

Because he didn’t want the other party to associate him with Mr. Fool, he added calmly:

"You have very distinctive eyes."

"Can I understand this as a compliment to me?" Cattleya smiled in realization.

She believed that the previous "world" only suspected that she was the "Admiral of the Star" through details such as her eyes, but was not sure, so she tested it through language, and her own reaction told him the correct answer.

Klein did not respond and asked:

"When do we leave?"