bite!

The gold coin jumped up softly, rolled down, and landed steadily in Klein's palm.

He lowered his head to see if it was the front or the back. Then, he spun on his heels and smoothly turned into a quiet, dark alley.

The wind at the seaside was cold and strong, causing convection in this terrain, causing his woolen coat to blow back unconsciously and almost causing his half-high silk hat to fall off.

Suddenly, Klein stopped, turned around, and spoke in a low voice:

"Come out."

His eyes were sharp, fixed on the shadow around the corner.

After four or five seconds of silence, a figure "grew" out of the darkness, chuckled and said:

"Very perceptive."

This was a man wearing a black cloak, who looked to be about thirty years old, with burnt yellow eyebrows and bright deep blue eyes. His features were not too profound, and he looked like a person from the southern part of Intis, Lunburg, and Segar.

As soon as he saw him, Klein had flashbacks in his mind.

When he entered the Flying Fish and Wine bar, he looked around professionally, looking for anyone who needed his attention.

The answer at that time was no. The other party was drinking heavily and watching curiously. He was no different from other guests, and his appearance was not distinctive. However, the black cloak left a certain impression on Klein, allowing him to recognize the stalker in an instant.

"What do you want to do?" Klein, who was maintaining his own persona, slightly lowered his back, like a giant cat ready to attack.

The man in the black cloak laughed again:

"The fighting skills and handling methods you just displayed are very much in line with my aesthetic taste. I caught up with you and wanted to ask, are you interested in joining us?

"Although the guy named Logan just now was indeed pretending to be Ludwell's informant, 'White Shark' Hamilton is actually connected to multiple pirate gangs and plays a dishonorable role. You beat up his people in his bar, and he will definitely remember it. There will be certain troubles in the future, and I can help you solve this problem.

"You are an adventurer, so you must be dreaming of treasure. We are a group of companions who have come together to find treasure. We have been chasing legends such as 'Ghost Empire', 'Solomon's Legacy', 'Secret of the Fountain of Youth', 'Key of Death', 'Sunken Laurel' and 'Roselle's Secret Treasure', and traveled across the five seas. To date, although we have not yet completed one of our main goals, we have also found many missing pirate ships. Haha, this sounds similar to what the mouse said just now, right?"

He cleared his throat and said:

"To be honest, we are a group of pirates, a pirate group composed of adventurers. However, we only rob merchant ships and passenger ships when we are extremely poor, and we will not harm innocent people. Our main focus is on finding treasures, and we often get rewards. Really, I once slept on a bed of gold coins. If we encounter other pirate ships, we will also attack them to obtain supplies.

"By the way, our captain has stipulated that before recruiting new people, we must explain our principles and treatment."

Tsuna? Your captain is quite interesting... Klein deliberately relaxed his tension a little to test whether the other party would take the opportunity to attack.

The man in the black cloak smiled and said lightly:

"Before, it was the outline. Next, I will talk about the treatment."

This guy is very confident... Although he is not a "spectator", Klein can judge that he is very confident and does not take the scene in front of him seriously at all.

"We don't have weekly wages or annuities, but as long as we find treasures and plunder wealth, we will distribute it according to different status. Under normal circumstances, if we are lucky, the lowest-level sailors can get two or three hundred pounds a year. I heard that this is equivalent to the middle class on land? Haha, if we can find the 'Sunken Laurel', all of us will become rich!" The man in the black cloak introduced casually, "Depending on the status, there are different number of days of vacation each month, but they can only be accumulated together and staggered for rest."

As he was speaking, he suddenly cursed in a low voice:

"Shit, we missed the best chance to find the 'Ghost Empire' two years ago because the captain was on vacation!"

Pirates have annual leave? Klein was a little surprised for a moment.

He just felt that the pirate group described by the other party revealed a strong sense of humor, which reminded him of the spoof Somali pirate recruitment advertisement he had seen in his previous life.

Seeing that the other party seemed frightened by his words, the man in the black cloak smiled and added:

"As an adventurer, are you still chasing after the legendary powers that transcend nature?

"As long as you join us, you will have the opportunity to have it!"

Having said this, he coughed and said:

"I forgot to introduce myself."

His expression turned serious, no longer as humorous as before:

"A subordinate of Vice Admiral Iceberg Edwina Edwards, the fourth boatswain of the Golden Dream, Fiery Danitz."

After reporting his nickname, real name, and identity, Danitz patiently waited for the other party to show an expression of panic and fear.

After a second, he heard the adventurer, who looked polite but acted a little crazy, speak in a low voice:

"The 3,000-pound bounty for 'Flame' Danitz?"

Danitz was about to answer when he suddenly had an illusion that the person standing in the dark alley had transformed into an indescribable, hungry monster, coveting his soul and flesh.

Danitz clenched his fists suddenly, his body losing its previous relaxation and becoming so tense that he was trembling slightly.

His inspiration told him that he was facing an abyss full of madness and bloodthirstiness!

In this state, Danitz had no idea how much time had passed until the other party spoke again:

"Why are you here?"

“I, I’m on vacation…” The dignity of “Flame” Danitz made him disdain to answer this question, but his instinct made him spit out a reason.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the other person's gaze withdrawn, and the hunger that was gnawing at his flesh and soul disappeared.

He stood there, watching the young adventurer in a black woolen coat and a half-high silk hat turn around and walk to the other side of the alley. He paused before turning the corner, tilted his head and said:

"Where's the 'White Shark'?"

"He, he lives at 1 Seawall Avenue, but most of the time he stays on the second floor of Flying Fish and Wine, and that was the case today as well." "Flame" Danitz answered the other party's question truthfully.

Only after the figure disappeared into the distance did Danitz straighten his back and pull down his cloak.

"A terrible guy..." he sighed silently.

Then, he regained his thoughts and said to himself:

"I must inform the captain that there is a scary guy on the sea.

"He is a guy who looks like a gentleman but is a madman at heart. If you don't have the determination and confidence to kill him, it's best not to deal with him."

Danitz pulled up the hood of his black cloak and decided to go back to the hotel to sleep, waiting for the telegraph office to open tomorrow morning so that he could pass the information to the middle contact living in the Rorsted Islands.

As for what would happen to the "white shark", he didn't care at all.

…………

At the corner of another quiet street, Klein stood in the shadows, looking down at the black glove on his left palm.

He discovered that although the "creeping hunger" had been sealed to a certain extent by Mr. Azik, the desire for flesh and soul still existed in the essence and tried to show itself.

Under normal circumstances, Klein would not worry about any problems with the sealed items, but when he himself had the urge to kill, he would be affected accordingly, to the point that the hunger that could backfire on himself would spread.

Just now, when he heard that the other party was a big pirate on the bounty list, his heart, which had long been thirsting for something, instantly began to show murderous intent, making his "creeping hunger" become active like a fish in water.

Fortunately, Klein has always had good self-control in this regard. He judged from the other party's previous words that he was not the kind of pirate full of sins, and easily restrained his inner impulse.

"With 'Creeping Hunger', there will be no loopholes in Gehrman Sparrow's character..." Klein paused for a few seconds, took out a gold coin, and performed two divinations in a row. The first was whether "Flame" Danitz was lying, and the second was whether "White Shark" Hamilton could cause harm to himself.

The first revelation showed that "Flame" Danitz had no need to lie, and the second showed that "White Shark" Hamilton could not cause any harm.

Klein put away the gold coins and slid his hand down to stroke his face while pressing his hat.

He instantly changed his appearance, with blond hair, blue eyes, and ordinary features!

Then, Klein unbuttoned his tweed coat and pulled up his shirt so that it was no longer tucked into his pants.

After a simple change of clothing, Klein, who did not bring his cane, had sweat on his forehead and dry lips as he identified the direction and returned to the Flying Fish and Wine bar!

On the way, he met “Flame” Danitz again. The other party just glanced at him, then looked away and walked towards the hotel on the other side of the bar.

After examining the bounty wall, Klein calmly reached out his hand, pushed open the door, and walked in.

At this time, it was less than ten minutes before he escaped from here.

Inside the bar, many guests had left, but there were still many drunks hanging around watching the fun.

Their eyes all turned to the new guest, but then they looked away one after another. Klein walked all the way to the bar without any obstruction.

He saw the bartender standing next to a fat man with a frightened look in his eyes. His forehead was wrapped in a thick white bandage, his nostrils were stuffed with soft paper, and his face was covered with bruises.

The fat man was tall and big, with fair skin, just like a real great white shark swimming onto land.

He stroked his shiny bald head and said to Ellan, who was wearing a dark red coat and a captain's sword, on the other side:

“Someone told me, do you know that guy just now?

"There are only three passenger ships arriving at the port today. There won't be too many strangers from other places. Don't try to lie!"

Ellan patted the hilt of his sword and said with a light smile:

“Yes, he was my passenger.

"But the problem today is clearly with your people."

“So, I just want him to come back here, apologize to me and compensate for the damaged bar.” said the tall, fat white man, frowning.

Ellan laughed and said:

"White Shark, there is a proverb in my hometown: Don't hate the stray dogs passing by because of the rats in the warehouse."

"...Fair Ireland, is this your attitude?" "White Shark" Hamilton narrowed his eyes.

Ellan grasped the wooden handle of the pistol, took a step forward, and said in a deep voice:

"Yes, that's my attitude!"

The captain is very strong... Klein was a little surprised by Ellan's performance.

After staring at each other silently for a few seconds, "White Shark" Hamilton took a breath and said:

"You have helped me before, so I don't need to apologize, but he must compensate for half of the loss, which you will pay."

"That's a good suggestion." Ellan smiled.

"White Shark" Hamilton looked around with a gloomy face.

He swung his hand violently and slapped the bartender in the face.

The bartender flew out, his teeth falling all over the floor.

Klein, who was five meters away, watched quietly, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

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