After sending the telegram and cleaning up the table, "White Shark" Hamilton completely relaxed and had the mood and ability to think about the details of things.
The first question that popped into his mind was:
"Where are the guards outside?"
He pushed himself up with his hands, stood up suddenly, walked to the door with heavy steps, opened it and looked out, he found several of his men standing there crookedly, telling jokes about women.
Hamilton was furious at first, but then he calmed down and punched the open door with his facial muscles twitching slightly.
Boom!
Several guards were startled and instinctively turned their heads to look towards the door.
"boss……"
"Boss..."
When they saw who made the sound, they stood up hurriedly and spoke in a stammering voice.
"White Shark" took a breath silently and said:
"Did you see anyone enter my room just now?"
"Yes, Lardro, he said there was a problem downstairs." The guards were extremely confused about this question, "Boss, you let him in..."
As soon as they finished speaking, they suddenly thought of other explanations and asked:
"Boss, is there anything stolen?"
Hamilton's expression sank and he shook his head:
“Don’t be distracted!”
Bang! He drew back and closed the door, leaving the guards standing there looking at each other, suspecting that their leader was drunk.
Inside the room, the tall and fat Hamilton frowned and paced back and forth.
"Lardro, Larderro, what they saw was Larderro... That guy, that guy, can change into the appearance of other people?" As a collaborator who helps pirates sell stolen goods and collect intelligence, "White Shark" Hamilton is no stranger to various rumors at sea. The first person he thinks of is the former pirate general Qilingos who is said to be able to change into anyone.
But he soon thought of something more:
"It doesn't necessarily have to be this kind of magical ability. If it's really close to what's described in the rumors, illusion, suggestion, and mental manipulation can all accomplish similar things.
"Hiss, something doesn't feel right. That guy just now looked gentle on the outside, but he was actually crazy on the inside, and his strength was terrifying. Why would he pretend to be my subordinate and call me 'boss' just to sneak in? With the character he showed, he should have knocked out or killed everyone he saw along the way, walked to the door like a stroll, and then knocked on the door very politely!
"If the purpose was to avoid making a big noise, leaving too much information, and exposing the secrets of his own sequence, then he could have used a more covert method, such as climbing through a window...
"It's very contradictory... There is only one explanation for such a contradiction: he is pretending!
"Faking personality, or pretending to be strong? Or maybe both?"
Thinking of this, Hamilton suddenly stopped and put all the details together:
"That guy is a novice! His madness is a disguise! His strength is manifested by relying on some magical item!
"Yes, that must be it!
“Only in this way can we explain those contradictions. He did not climb the outer wall and entered through the window because his sequence was low and he was not good at this. The focus of the magical items was not in this area... In order to enter the room smoothly, he was willing to lower his head and call me boss because he relied purely on magical items. He did not have much confidence in himself and was not arrogant or crazy enough... He acted like a madman in order to cooperate with the magical items to produce the effect of fear in people, create pressure, and ask for information.
"This can also perfectly explain why he left like that. He came to me because he got a powerful magical item. His ambitions swelled, and he wanted to make a fortune by capturing and hunting some pirates. But when he found out that I was working for the Silver Viper Odell and Old Quinn, the intelligence officer of the Blood Admiral, and that I might be involved with the Mysterious Queen, he became scared and left after a little perfunctory talk. He didn't dare to kill anyone!"
The more "White Shark" Hamilton thought about it, the more he felt that he had found the truth. He quickly repaired the radio, took out the code book, and sent out another piece of information, briefly describing his guess.
He believed that he was not being targeted by the hunter. What happened before was purely due to the inflated ambition of a young man who had an adventure. He also gave the corresponding characteristics of the target:
“Blonde hair, blue eyes, not crazy, even a little timid.
“He has a very magical item. Maybe it can change his appearance and body shape, or it can create hallucinations. Combined with a sense of horror, the latter is more likely. In short, there is no way to know what he really looks like.
“He’s a newbie with little experience, and is good at using items to disguise his powerful aura!
"You have a certain understanding of me. You don't seem like a stranger who is visiting Damir Port for the first time."
Click, click, click. Hamilton stopped moving his fingers and leaned back in satisfaction, causing the chair to creak.
The corners of his mouth curled up a little bit, as if he had seen the end of that bastard just now:
"A guy with a very low sequence but a powerful magical item will not have a good ending at sea, as there are many greedy sharks swarming towards him!
"Then, I won't have to worry about my problems being exposed!"
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The port was quite quiet at night. Klein left "Flying Fish and Wine" and walked away, first fast and then slow, gradually taking a walk.
After making sure that no one was following him, he changed his face back to Gehrman Sparrow and tucked his shirt into his pants when passing through a dark area.
After trimming his temples, Klein took out his gold-rimmed glasses and put them on his nose. His gentle appearance revealed a hint of sternness.
He began to rely on the stars to determine the direction and return to the location where the White Agate was docked.
As he walked, he chuckled, and in the cold wind blowing on his face, he thought leisurely:
"I hope 'White Shark' is not so stupid and can see the flaws I left behind..."
The character he created for tonight's "visitor" was a new adventurer with little experience who would make mistakes. However, this person knew a lot about Damir Port and the "White Shark", was carrying a coveted magical item, was dizzy due to the powerful force, and seemed a little crazy inside.
Klein's initial idea was that pirates roamed the oceans, and even the navy would find it difficult to find them. If he could get more accurate information from "White Shark", he could of course provide door-to-door service directly. If that didn't work, he could use this identity and appearance as bait to attract some knowledgeable pirates to the designated location and complete the initial hunt.
After discovering that "White Shark" could contact Old Quinn, the intelligence officer of "Admiral of Blood", Klein's plan became more complete. That was to obtain the code content and spectrum bands, monitor the corresponding situation, grasp the target's movements, and interfere with divination. Then, at the most appropriate time, use a combination of powerful magical items and weak adventurers as bait to catch a few big fish.
"The problem now is that I don't have any equipment for monitoring... It's basically impossible to buy one at sea... With the identity of 'World', I can ask Miss 'Justice' or 'Magician' to help me purchase a set in Backlund, and 'ship' it as a sacrifice... This is the advantage of the Tarot Club!" Thinking of this, Klein sighed.
Seeing the White Agate in sight, he quickened his pace a little and found that Donna's family and Cleves and others were returning from another street.
Cleves greeted him with a nod, and when they officially met, he spoke in a low voice:
"I heard there was some trouble at 'Flying Fish and Wine'?"
You are well-informed and quite familiar with Damir Port... Klein curled his lips and replied calmly:
"Just taught two liars a lesson."
Cleves frowned slightly, and suddenly felt that his judgment of Gehrman Sparrow was a little wrong.
After previous observations and interactions, he thought that although this young adventurer was a little sharp, introverted and cold, he was still a smiling, polite and conscious person. But now, he was a little unsure and felt that there might be a fire of madness hidden deep in the other person's heart.
At this time, Donna's father interrupted and asked:
"Mr. Cleves, who is this?"
“A colleague, Gehrman Sparrow.” Cleves introduced him very simply.
Klein smiled politely and extended his right palm:
“It’s an honor to meet you. If you need to hire someone in the future and can’t find Cleves and the others, you can consider me.”
“No problem. I hope you can be as strong and professional as them!” Donna’s father shook hands with Klein enthusiastically and introduced himself, “Uldi Blanche.”
Just as Klein let go and stepped back, he was suddenly inspired to notice something slightly unusual in the gift boxes carried by Blanche's servants.
He quietly opened his spiritual vision and discovered that the gift box contained strips of pickled meat, but the surface of the pickled meat was very red, very white, and very black, as if it came from the spiritual world.
There is a scent from the spirit world, but it is basically harmless... This pickled meat is very strange... Klein was surprised.
Noticing his gaze, Donna's father laughed and said:
"This is a specialty of Damir Port. In the center of this island, there is a dead volcano. There are several caves around it with cracks, and there is natural hot wind blowing. Drying and curing meat there can obtain a wonderful and unique flavor. It can be given as a gift to friends.
"Mr. Sparrow, if you want to buy some, there's still time."
Unique flavor? The taste of the spiritual world? Klein roughly understood what was going on.
According to the theory of mysticism, the spiritual world completely overlaps with reality but does not interfere with each other. In order to break the gap, one must rely on extraordinary power. However, this situation is not absolute. There are some places in the world where the spiritual world is too strong and vaguely affects reality.
In such areas, the dead can easily turn into water ghosts, zombies, etc., and there is a high possibility of supernatural events occurring in the houses.
There should be a similar situation inside the cave in Damir Port, but it is not serious and has not caused any abnormalities. It just gave the pickled meat a unique flavor... If you don’t eat a lot of this kind of thing at once, there will be no problem... Klein responded with a smile:
"I have no interest in cured meats."
It was not until this moment that he confirmed that the pickled meat given by the bartender earlier was of the common variety and not specially made.
At this moment, the little boy Denton pointed to the moon in the sky and said:
“It’s so red!”
"Yeah!" Donna nodded in agreement.
So red? Klein looked up and felt that the red moon tonight was no different from usual.
Because children's spirits are relatively pure, after eating this kind of pickled meat and being contaminated by the spirit world, they have a temporary, certain ability of clairvoyance? Will the children on this island also have similar situations? Haha, this may be the source of the folklore of Damir Port... Klein examined it and found the answer.
The group walked back to the ship, went up the gangway and onto the deck.
Klein said goodbye to them and headed to the second-class cabin.
Suddenly, he had an idea and activated his spiritual vision again.
He saw the huge skeleton messenger appear in front of him and dropped a letter.
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