Charles's house was not as messy and dirty as most bachelors'. Everything was neatly arranged and there was no dust on the windowsills. After all, as a "craftsman", he was not short of money. It was just that many of his actions needed to be kept secret, so it was not convenient for him to hire a large number of fixed servants. He had to hire people for help on an hourly basis.

With a quick glance, Alger found that this place was no different from the last time he came. The furnishings were extremely simple, without any valuable ornaments, paintings or sculptures. It looked like a place where ordinary civilians lived.

Of course, Alger knew very well that Charles was rich enough to be called a wealthy man, but he just didn't care about so-called respectability. He could spend hundreds of pounds on a bottle of limited edition wine and give away a house to support his mistress, but he would not waste a penny on buying expensive carpets, bone china tea sets, gold-inlaid cups and plates, or famous oil paintings.

"A glass of Sonia blood wine." Alger's expression did not change, but he used words and body movements to show that he came in just to drink the wine.

Charles shrugged his shoulders and said:

"You should be thankful that I don't have the habit of preserving Lelanzi."

He walked to the small bar in the living room, took out a beautifully bottled Sonia Blood Wine, and opened two glasses.

Alger found a sofa and sat down. He took this opportunity to raise his hand and pinch the back of his neck, as if to relieve the discomfort in his cervical spine.

With the help of this action, he naturally looked around and quickly examined the places that he could not see just now.

Because Charles was too lazy to arrange anything, Alger quickly completed his attempt, his eyes lingering on the glass window of the cabinet in the distance for a second.

Through the glass, he saw some dried grass and flowers.

There are red-edged flowers, blood moon grass, and monkey face tree leaves. The common point is that they are all types that are common in the southern continent but basically not found in the northern continent.

Alger withdrew his gaze and calmly watched Charles come over with a bottle and a glass.

Reaching out to take it, he chatted with the other party about various things at sea until the half bottle of Sonia Blood Wine was finished.

Seeing this, Alger said goodbye with a smile and left.

Five minutes after he left, Charles, who had been sitting quietly enjoying the feeling of being tipsy, suddenly stood up, walked to the stairs, and opened the wooden door leading to the basement.

"Did he suspect anything?"

"No."

"No matter what, this place is no longer suitable for you to live in. Move to our place as soon as possible."

"I still have some commissions to complete."

"You don't need to finish it. You won't contact them again anyway. You've been reborn."

"OK."

…

Two houses away, Alger sat on a bench in someone's garden, pinching his earlobe with his right hand, listening to the words carried by the wind.

…………

West Balam, Berens Harbor, outside an ordinary-looking house.

“Is it really because you have a bad relationship with the Church of Knowledge that you instigated me to ask for the ‘Language Mastery’ spell?” Danitz wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at Anderson opposite him with some concern.

Anderson smiled half self-deprecatingly and half nonchalantly:

"It can't be described as bad..."

"That's hostility?" Danitz interrupted the other party.

Anderson glanced at him and said:

"The negative effects of your gloves may not be as easy to bear as you think."

He paused, then added:

"A more accurate description is that neither I nor the people of the Church of Knowledge are very happy to get along with each other."

Danitz held the glove with his other hand and said with some embarrassment:

“But how do I request the spell?

"If you mention anything about the occult directly to the clergy of the Orthodox Church, you will be locked up in the Sealed Land!"

Danitz is just being reckless now, but he is not stupid yet.

Anderson spread his hands and said:

"It's very simple. You just mention my name and then say that you have an urgent matter to come to West Balam. You don't have time to learn Dutan language and you don't dare to hire a local translator. You can only ask them for help and hope to get a few 'Language Proficiency' charms.

"During this process, you have to show that you can speak multiple languages ​​in the Northern Continent, so that the missionaries know that it's not that you are incapable of learning Dutan, but that you don't have enough time to learn it. Then, they will give you a test. At this time, as long as you can get a decent score, you can get the talisman."

Test... Hearing this familiar word, Danitz's forehead twitched unconsciously, and he forced a smile:

"You are afraid of the exam, so you don't dare to go by yourself, right?"

He was just trying to find something to say to cover up his discomfort, but he saw Anderson's expression froze for a second.

It seems like you are still afraid of things... Danitz chuckled to himself, suddenly filled with confidence.

He strode into the ordinary house and found that it was more like a collection of classrooms than the missionary site of the Church of Knowledge in West Balam.

Then he saw an old man with gray hair.

Although this gentleman was not wearing the clergy uniform of the Church of Knowledge, his unique scholarly temperament made Danitz believe that he was at least a bishop.

He had experienced a similar feeling from the captain.

“Hello.” Danitz, who was not wearing the shadow cloak and was dressed in ordinary clothes, smiled and walked over.

The old man watched him approach quietly and spoke slowly:

"Danis."

"..." Danitz stopped and froze there, his mind full of thoughts like "Does he know me?" "How could he know me?" "Is my wanted poster not only circulated at sea?"

The old man glanced at him and asked:

"Are you here for the 'Languages' spell?"

“Yes…” Danitz nodded blankly, and suddenly felt that he had no secrets at all in front of the other party.

The scholarly old gentleman nodded slightly and said:

"Are you going to the place where Khatami and Mesanyes rule?"

"Yes." Danitz was still a little dazed.

The scholarly old gentleman reached into his pocket and took out four brass talismans and said:

"It can be used for two months, which should be enough."

"..." Danitz took it blankly, and after several seconds he said, "That's it?"

Is it that simple?

Don’t we still have to take the exam?

"You don't want it?" The scholarly old gentleman smiled slightly.

"No, no!" Danitz shook his head violently. Before his brain could react, he asked, "How do you know me? How do you know that I want the 'Language Comprehending' spell?"

The scholar-like old gentleman had a look of pity in his eyes and spoke slowly:

“Your captain contacted me.

"She said that when you got off the boat, you kept shouting and rushed straight into the dock. She actually prepared a 'Languages' spell for you."

As he spoke, the old gentleman shook his head with a complicated look, as if he was looking at a very careless student in his class.

“…I should have thought of it earlier. The captain is such a careful person, it is impossible that he did not consider the language barrier…” Danitz wanted to raise his hand and slap himself.

The old man opposite saw the change in Danitz's expression, shook his head again, and asked:

"It's not you who thought of coming here to seek help, right? I was planning to use divination to find you."

"Ah, yes, it was Anderson Hood who proposed it." Danitz replied immediately.

The scholar-like old man was stunned for a second, and his face suddenly darkened.

At this moment, Anderson was sitting in the shade outside the house. He broke off a branch and casually drew patterns on the lawn, waiting leisurely for Danitz to come out.

He had no doubts about whether this unqualified "hunter" could obtain the "Language Proficiency" spell, because as long as Danitz mentioned "Vice Admiral Iceberg" Edwina, everything that followed would become simple. The only difference was how many rounds of exams he would have to take.

Just as he finished drawing the head of "King of the North" Jurisian, familiar footsteps came from inside to outside, from far to near.

Anderson froze the branch in his hand for a second, raised his head, turned to the door, and saw Danitz walking towards him with a complicated expression, holding a thick stack of papers.

"You, failed the exam?" Anderson smiled from the bottom of his heart, without any worry about what would happen if he couldn't get the "Language Proficiency" spell.

Danitz shook his head woodenly:

“There are no exams.”

"..." Anderson was stunned for a moment, then he asked with some realization, "Did your captain provide help?"

Danitz hummed, handed the stack of papers in his hand to Anderson, and said:

"The bishop inside asked me to tell you that a true hunter does not rely solely on instinct or focus solely on information about prey. He also needs to understand their psychology and a lot of additional knowledge.

"Here is the information he gave you."

Anderson's expression was a little complicated for a moment, but then it returned to normal and he laughed:

"It's okay, not too much."

Danitz's lips moved a few times, and he finally suppressed his sudden smile, and said seriously:

“It’s just a catalog.

"The bishop said that you should try to finish reading the books mentioned above within two years."

Anderson's smile finally froze on his face.

…………

Disi Bay, Eskoson Port.

Just like any other traveler heading to the southern continent, Klein bought a ticket to East Balam and boarded the steam-powered, sailing, and numerous cannon-powered passenger ship.

With a humming sound, the ship left the dock and soon entered the raging sea.

On the way, Klein discovered that the Disi fleet of the Kingdom of Loen had been patrolling the safe waterway, seemingly on guard against something.

“It seems that the abnormal changes in the Violent Sea have also attracted the attention of the Loen military... As a result, the Spiritual Cult will not be able to investigate this sea area without scruples. Of course, a fleet cannot monitor all the waterways here..." Klein stood in the cabin, looking at the scene outside the window, thinking with some realization and emotion.

At this moment, he heard illusory layers of praying voices and hurriedly went above the gray fog to see what was going on.

This time, it was the Hanged Man who prayed. He asked Mr. Fool to tell the Hermit that the craftsman was suspected to be controlled by a cult or secret organization, and hoped to get some help.