Going out to buy a dictionary at night, in a city with a somewhat chaotic situation, and wearing the appearance of an Intis person, this is indeed quite dangerous... No, I can't keep wearing these gloves... Danitz was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly raised his hand, untied the gloves, and tried to take them off.

He was halfway through the move when he suddenly stopped, looked at Anderson twice, glanced at the black glove on the other's left hand, laughed dryly, and put the glove back on.

“I think that in the southern continent, here, the most important thing is one’s own strength.” Danitz added with a wry smile.

Anderson's expression did not change at all, he continued stroking his chin and said:

"So what are you going to do?"

Danitz pointed to the stairs and said:

"I'm going to find the innkeeper and borrow his dictionary. I don't think he won't teach his children Dutan."

"That's an idea, but even with a dictionary, you won't be able to learn it in a short time. Even if you just master a small number of words, it's quite difficult. After all, this language belongs to two different systems from the language of the Northern Continent." Anderson said with a sigh, "Let me give you a solution. Your captain should have taught you some ritual magic in the field of 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom', right?"

"Yes." Danitz nodded without thinking.

Anderson clapped his hands and said:

"Then I can teach you a new ritual magic. By praying to the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom', you will gain the ability to understand, recognize and write Dutan within a week."

Danitz shook his head without hesitation and said:

"I believe in the 'Lord of Storms', not the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom'. Some of the ritual magics I received before were responded to because of the Captain."

At this point, he glanced at Anderson:

“Weren’t you born in Segar, grew up in Lenburg, and a classmate of the captain?

"Then you should also be a believer of the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom'. Wouldn't it be more appropriate and more effective for you to perform the ceremony?"

Anderson shook his head and laughed:

“Even among believers, only a very small number can actually receive a response.”

He thought for a moment, seeming to be thinking:

"The best way is to ask the pastors and bishops of the Church of Knowledge for help and ask them to make some spells. Well, I remember there are several missionaries from Lenburg in Port Berens. Why don't we go visit them tomorrow..."

Danitz was about to say "OK" when he suddenly showed a suspicious expression:

"I always feel like you have a conspiracy..."

Anderson's expression froze for a moment.

…………

On the airship, Klein was fastened with a seat belt, covered with a blanket, leaning against the back of his chair, and had fallen into a deep sleep.

At this moment, the night outside the window was dark, the lights on the earth were sparse, and the scenery seemed to be slowly but actually quickly sweeping away. Everything seemed so safe and peaceful.

After an unknown amount of time, Klein suddenly woke up and stretched his neck.

Because he was wearing the "Death Knell" with him, he drank a lot of water and was awakened by the bloating in his lower abdomen.

After lifting the blanket and unbuckling his seatbelt, Klein covered his mouth and yawned, then walked out of the lounge and headed for the bathroom in the corner of the hall.

After quickly solving the problem and washing his hands, he turned around and walked out of the bathroom and returned to the hall when he suddenly saw a figure.

The figure stood in the dim light, wearing a dark robe, with blue eye shadow and blush. At first glance, it looked like a ghost floating out of the morgue.

Ms. Daly... Klein undoubtedly knew her, and he immediately reacted with shock.

Daly took a few steps, raised his head and looked at Dwayne Dantes's face. He paused at his eyes and smiled.

"Your eyes and temperament are very similar to a friend of mine, especially your eyes."

Klein immediately pretended to be relieved and said with a smile:

"Ma'am, if we switched genders, this would be standard pickup line."

Daly didn't look away and laughed:

“It doesn’t need to be changed, gender doesn’t change the definition of this behavior.

"If I had spoken to you like this at any other time, I would have really been trying to trick you into bed, or even into church.

"But I don't have that thought now. I came over here only because your eyes do remind me of him."

It's really a bit overwhelming to talk to Ms. Daly... I can't let her take the initiative, otherwise, she might realize that Dwayne Dantès is not a playboy with a wide range of hobbies or a flirting expert, but an inexperienced man who is uncomfortable in front of attractive women... I must take the initiative and lead the topic... Klein changed his mind and asked directly in a half-joking manner:

"Ma'am, do you like that friend?"

Dai Li was stunned for a second, raised her eyebrows, lowered her head and smiled:

“This is not something that needs to be hidden.

"If he could be like you, brave enough to take the initiative in front of women and know how to create an ambiguous atmosphere, then we might even have a child.

"Unfortunately, he is a conservative person. When chatting with me, he only talks about business and experiences. If I give him a hint or make some exaggerated jokes, he will act very uncomfortable and always find excuses to leave. He looks old, his hair is not well maintained, and his memory is poor. He even forgets my birthday. When I think of him, I get very angry. I wish I could push him to the bed and tie his hands to the railing at the head of the bed..."

Klein looked at Daly's head with a gloomy look and interrupted her with a sigh:

"Ma'am, you talk too much."

Daly raised her head and said with the same smile as before:

"I thought you would talk about this in depth."

Klein laughed and said:

"Then why don't you put those ideas into action? I can see that you are not just a woman who talks."

Daly chuckled:

"you guess."

Then she nodded:

"Thank you for not accusing me of harassment."

As she spoke, she turned around and returned to the large lounge where the Red Gloves were. Klein raised the corner of his mouth slightly, shook his head, and walked towards his cabin.

Arriving at the entrance of the large lounge, Daly looked at the floor in front of her and suddenly saw a pair of leather shoes without laces.

Her gaze moved upwards, and in her eyes she reflected the dark-haired, green-eyed Leonard Mitchell.

Leonard glanced at the lounge where Dwayne Dantes had entered, and said in a low voice:

"He has a lot of secrets. It's not that simple."

Daly chuckled and nodded:

"I know."

After saying that, she walked past Leonard Mitchell with ease and entered the large lounge.

After walking a few meters forward, she slowed down and lowered her head slightly again.

Leonard still stood at the door, looking at the elongated shadows cast by the lights outside, and exhaled slowly and silently.

In the small lounge, Klein stood by the door, raised his right hand, and rubbed his temples on both sides, like a statue.

…………

Silver City, Berg's house.

Derrick sat on a stool, chewing on a piece of bread baked with black grass powder, while seriously listing in his mind the things he should have done but hadn't done recently:

"I haven't gotten the information on the 'evil magic' that Mr. 'World' needs... I still need a lot of merits for the Beyonder characteristics of a Sequence 5 vampire... I only have three friends, which is not enough... I only have a few clues about the former chief's mausoleum..."

As thoughts flashed through his mind, Derrick filled his stomach, took off his shirt, took out an open container made of polished stone, and used the sticky black liquid inside to smear the bruises on his body that were visible to the naked eye.

Although only black-faced grass is edible around Silver City, there are more than just this kind of plants. There are many kinds of strange plants, relying on various abilities to survive and reproduce in an environment without the sun and only lightning and darkness. One of the traditions of Silver City is to select different plants, combine them with the corresponding organs of monsters, and boil them into various ointments. This is very effective in treating most injuries and diseases, so that most residents will not lose their lives because of a small problem.

This is a tradition formed by generations of "demon hunters" who have continuously simplified and fixed the formulas of magical potions, holy ointments, and essential oils obtained through magic potions into lower-level products!

After applying the ointment and smelling the slightly pungent fishy odor, Derrick was about to put on his clothes when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

His mental instinct tensed up. He picked up the "Thor's Roar", a giant blue hammer wrapped in lightning, and approached the door cautiously, ready to kill the monster that emerged from the darkness at any time.

"Who?" Derrick asked in a deep voice.

A slightly rough voice came from outside:

"Valier."

At the same time, bright rays of light illuminated the cracks in the door and windows. This was the ability of the "Dawn Knight".

Derrick relaxed, opened the door and greeted:

"Valier, aren't you going to lead the team on patrol today?"

Valier was two meters and two centimeters tall. He was Derrick's newest friend and also his most trusted friend, because he would often restrain his strength to a large extent and was a person who took good care of his companions.

In addition, it was the Valere team that recently patrolled the area including the former chief's mausoleum.

Valier had brown-yellow hair similar to Derrick's and a thick beard. His favorite activity was fighting with others. He smiled when he heard this:

"The 'Council of Six' just ordered our team to avoid the area where the former chief's mausoleum is located, and this is the last place left for our patrol mission.

"Let's go to the training ground and move around!"

Did the "Six-Man Council" deliberately let the patrol team bypass that area? Could they open the door to the former chief's mausoleum today? I wonder what will happen... I hope Elder Lovia doesn't have any conspiracy... Derrick was startled and suddenly had some associations, but he didn't know what he could do.

Just as he was hesitantly putting on his clothes and preparing to go out to the training ground with Valer, a figure emerged from the darkness of the street and spoke:

"Derrick Berg, the Chief wants you to meet him at the Dome."