Danitz opened his mouth and subconsciously uttered a word in Intis language:

"hostel."

The air seemed to freeze instantly. Danitz looked at the driver's dark brown skin, rough and messy black hair, relatively soft outlines and equally blank expression. He exhaled silently, picked up his luggage, and walked to the other end of the street, thinking that he was unlucky.

“Shit! I actually met a driver who doesn’t know Intis language! Shouldn’t he know a few words from the Northern Continent when picking up passengers near the dock? There are so many Intis people, Loen people, and Feysac people coming and going here!” Danitz muttered as he looked ahead, looking for passers-by who looked like they were from the Northern Continent or had the corresponding bloodline, so that he could stay in the hotel smoothly and fill his stomach.

As far as he knew, there were quite a lot of Intis immigrants in the Port of Berens, as well as some Loen people, Feysac people, and Feynaport people. As long as he could meet one or two of them, communication would not be a problem.

However, Danitz felt that all this had a prerequisite, which was that he did not faint from heatstroke during the search.

"This shitty weather!" He looked up at the blue sky, white clouds and the not-so-hot sun, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and cursed with a slightly distorted expression.

Even though he cursed, Danitz was actually very clear that the temperature in the southern continent was moderate at this time of year, even a little low. The reason why he was so hot was because he was wearing the "sun brooch". However, as he had just arrived here and had not yet figured out the situation, he did not dare to take off the brooch and stuff it into his suitcase. If he accidentally lost the item, he could fully imagine Gehrman Sparrow's cold and crazy eyes.

Let’s have some people from the Northern Continent. It doesn’t matter which country they come from. I’m a great pirate who knows many languages… Danitz kept muttering to himself, and all he could think of was iced beer and an ocean with floating icebergs.

As he was reciting, he suddenly raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.

He finally saw a guy who was obviously from the Northern Continent!

Moreover, it seems that they might be acquaintances!

Diagonally in front of Danitz, at the intersection where the warm sunshine shone, a young man with short blond hair parted in a 3:7 ratio was leaning against the wall, playing a silver-white harmonica.

He had a pair of emerald green eyes, and was wearing a white shirt with the top two buttons unbuttoned, a completely open black vest and dark trousers, and a single black glove. He was none other than the strongest hunter in the Misty Sea, Anderson Hood!

What a coincidence? This guy actually came to West Balam... Danitz was delighted, feeling that he had finally found a piece of driftwood in the vast sea of ​​people. He didn't bother to think about Anderson's performance on the "Golden Dream" and directly approached him, greeting him in the standard hunter's tone:

"What? You can't be a treasure hunter anymore, so you started performing on the street?"

He noticed that there was a top hat placed upside down in front of Anderson, which contained twenty or thirty brass coins, a small number of which belonged to Intis's "Kope" and most of which were local "Delish".

"Delisi" means copper coin in Intis language.

Anderson stopped playing and glanced at Danitz:

“This is not my hat.

"I just happened to pass by here and saw a hat like this dropped on the ground. No one noticed it. I felt a little sad, so I took out my harmonica and played it casually. Who knew that many people would listen and drop some money into it.

"A crude pirate like you probably can't understand the charm of music. It knows no national boundaries. Let me tell you, your captain particularly likes it..."

“Stop!” Danitz’s forehead jumped, and he stopped Anderson from talking in an unknown direction, and asked, “Why did you come here?”

Anderson held the harmonica and thought seriously:

“That’s a good question.

"I don't know how I ended up in West Balam. I can't remember what happened in the past two months."

Danitz wanted to say stop joking, but Anderson's serious expression made him believe it a little bit, and he asked carefully:

"You can't remember anything?"

Anderson put away the silver harmonica, bent down to pick up the hat filled with coins, flicked the dust off and said:

"My last memory was of Bayam. After parting with Gehrman Sparrow, I seemed to be going to a predetermined place to meet someone, but when I woke up, I was in West Balam...

"Haha, don't worry about these things. As long as you're alive, it's almost noon. Let's go and find a place to eat. I heard that Berens' pork knuckle is particularly famous."

As he spoke, Anderson placed the top hat and the coins inside next to the homeless man next door.

Danitz was hot, hungry, and tired. Hearing this, he became more energetic and said:

"Do you understand the Dutan language here?"

Anderson snorted:

"Haven't you heard about my many adventures as a treasure hunter in West Balam?"

Yes, I wanted to ask you for information about West Balam before... The situation here is chaotic and dangerous. If I can bring Anderson with me, it will definitely be safer, and I will have an extra translator! I can't say I'm hiring him, I can't afford to pay him... Danitz smiled a little:

"Then I feel relieved. Let's go."

He carried his luggage and went around to the nearby street with Anderson, then found a nearby restaurant and went in.

Hearing the waiter's chattering in the native language and seeing the menu filled with unfamiliar words, Danitz felt a headache and hurriedly said to Anderson:

"Come and see."

As he spoke, he handed the menu to the strongest hunter in the Misty Sea across the way.

Anderson did not extend his hand, but responded calmly:

“I don’t understand it either.”

"...Didn't you say you can speak Dutan?" Danitz blurted out in astonishment.

Anderson spread his hands and said:

“I didn’t say that.

“Does coming to West Balam many times to search for treasure have anything to do with knowing the Tutan language?”

“How can you understand the texts in ancient temples and castle ruins if you don’t speak Dutan? How can you find treasures?” Danitz’s expression was distorted again, and his speech speed involuntarily increased.

Anderson picked up the cup that the waiter had just placed, took a sip of water and said:

“A problem that can be solved with a dictionary is not a problem.

"Besides, won't we be unable to communicate with the people of the South Continent just because we speak Tan language?"

After saying that, he turned his head to look at the waiter and said in Intis:

“Two specialty pork knuckles.”

The waiter looked obviously confused and kept pointing at the menu.

Anderson was not impatient at all. He calmly pressed his nose with his right hand and imitated the grunting sound of a pig.

The waiter was stunned at first, then showed an expression of realization. Then, Anderson pointed to his elbow and the Behrens icon on the menu, and made the number "2" with his fingers.

"*%￥#" The waiter spoke in accented Dutan language while nodding his head to show that he understood, while Danitz was almost stunned watching from the side.

Anderson gestured and spoke a few simple words in Dutan language before finally completing the order. He turned to Danitz and smiled:

"Do you understand? In this world, the only universal language is body language!"

Danitz looked at it with a dull expression, and twitched his lips in response.

…………

The carriage drove out of the west district, headed south at the fork in the road, and soon arrived at a military base.

With the help of Colonel Calvin and the lieutenant, Klein entered smoothly and came to a square paved with rammed earth, where a huge dark blue and pure white monster was parked.

This airship is several dozen meters long, with solid and lightweight alloy frames extending from the body, spreading and interlacing, supporting the airtight and waterproof fabric with airbags. Below are machine gun ports, grenade launchers, and artillery muzzles.

At this time, the humming sound of the high-phlogistic steam engine had not yet sounded, and the corresponding blades had not yet rotated. Everything seemed very quiet.

Klein handed his documents and ID to the officer guarding the gangway. After getting permission, he boarded the airship step by step, carrying his suitcase.

This place is like a ship cabin, divided into three floors. The top floor has complex mechanical equipment and warehouses for storing goods. In the middle is a hall where buffets and dances can be held. Around the hall and on both sides of the passages leading to the upper and lower floors are lounges. As for the bottom floor, there is a machine gun room, ammunition room, artillery position, and soldiers' rooms.

Klein walked through the guards holding rifles and found the corresponding lounge according to the officer's instructions. He placed his luggage next to a sofa-like chair.

Then he picked up a glass of water on the table, walked to the window and looked at the scenery outside.

Frankly speaking, although he knew a little bit about everything, he only knew a little bit, so he didn't understand the design principle of this latest airship, how high it could fly, and how bumpy it would be in the air.

This made him a little nervous, and before setting off, he went above the gray fog to do a divination, and received a revelation that he would be able to reach his destination relatively smoothly.

It looks like there is a safety belt. The airship industry in this world has a long history, and the experience in all aspects is relatively sufficient... Klein was about to retract his gaze to admire the layout of the room and the candlelight behind the hard glass cover when he suddenly saw a group of people approaching the airship numbered "1345".

These people included both men and women, most of them were wearing thin black windbreakers, red gloves, and carrying suitcases of different sizes. Only one of them was wearing a mysterious psychic robe and blue eye shadow and blush. She was Daly Simone.

Walking behind this lady was Leonard Mitchell with black hair and blue eyes.

Without anyone else noticing, Leonard's pace suddenly slowed down. Then he raised his head and looked towards the second floor of the airship.

His eyes reflected Dwayne Dantès, who had gray hair on his temples and deep blue eyes, and was wearing a formal suit and a bow tie.

The gentleman stood behind a window, smiling warmly and raising the glass in his hand.