Anderson, who was enjoying cheese cassava bread, looked up at Danitz and nodded thoughtfully:

"I don't know why, but I don't want to leave West Balam. Haha, now that I'm here, as a treasure hunter, how can I go back without any reward?

"In the vast jungle, in the various abandoned temples, there are gold, jewels, antiques and perhaps magical objects waiting for us to save them!"

Danitz curled his lips and drank the remaining "Guadal" in the cup.

This is a drink made from West Balam’s specialty berries. It is orange-yellow in color, sour and sweet, and can relieve heat and quench thirst. It also contains a certain amount of caffeine, which can help people fight fatigue and become awake.

After putting the cup away and picking up the napkin and wiping his mouth, Danitz chuckled and said:

"I always feel like you have some conspiracy."

"I hope so," Anderson smiled without minding at all.

He ate coffee with his breakfast.

There are many high-quality coffee producing areas in East and West Balam, which are only slightly less famous than the plateau coffee of Feynaport, the highland coffee of the southern continent and the Filmore coffee of the Pas River Valley near the Star Plateau.

Without waiting for Danitz to say anything else, Anderson said with a smile:

"Isn't this actually great? I provide protection for free, and you serve as my translator, so we both benefit."

Thinking that he was only a Sequence 7 and was wanted by one force after another, Danitz inexplicably felt that Anderson's words made some sense.

He coughed lightly and said:

"But at some point, I'm going to let you back off."

"If you say 'please', I have no problem with that," Anderson said in a relaxed tone.

Danitz immediately put on his cloak and walked towards the hotel door, ready to start today's investigation.

On the way, he suddenly blurted out:

"Have you ever had this experience? I often dream of an angel coming down and wrapping me with wings.

"No, not only in dreams, but also occasionally in waking hours when I have the same hallucinations."

Anderson glanced at the boxing gloves Danitz was wearing, pondered for a few seconds, and said with a smile:

“Do you believe in some secret existence?

"Or have you come into contact with any ancient things?"

Danitz's expression froze, and he forced a smile and said:

"If it were as simple as you said, I would have guessed the reason long ago!"

As he spoke, he brushed past three men entering the hotel door and walked out.

Anderson habitually looked at passers-by to check the environment, so he casually glanced at the three men and found that they were a master and two servants. The master was tall, with a brown complexion and soft features. He seemed to be a hybrid of Balam and Loen people. His dress was more in the style of the Northern Continent - a silk hat, a black suit and a gold cane.

One of the two servants was a typical local who seemed to be from a plantation. He helped his master carry a spare walking stick and leather suitcase. The other was also a mixed-race, with a fleshy face, loose clothes, and a rapier slung around his waist, as if he was also acting as a bodyguard.

Anderson looked away indifferently and followed Danitz to the street.

He pointed with interest at the coffins of different shapes, some pulled by horses and some carried by people, and said:

“Would you like to try this?

"It's very interesting. Once you get used to it, you'll feel that death isn't such a scary thing. You never know when you'll be able to push open the lid and stand up again."

Danitz glanced at those strange vehicles and shook his head without hesitation:

"As a pirate, you have to believe in the 'Lord of Storms' to some extent and avoid certain things, one of which is staying away from coffins."

"I'm different. I don't have any taboos." Anderson casually took out a few "Delixi" coins and bought a few newspapers from a newsboy hawking on the street.

It has to be said that in terms of the newsboy system, the major cities in the southern continent are no worse than those in the northern continent. After all, labor is cheaper and there are more children in families that need subsidies.

As Danitz walked toward the street corner, looking for a carriage for foreigners, he took a newspaper from Anderson and quickly flipped through it.

Suddenly, he noticed a piece of news:

"...The famous pirate, Ludwell, who called himself 'Admiral of Hell', was killed by the crazy adventurer Gehrman Sparrow. His 'Black Tulip' and the entire fleet were taken over by Mirella, who called himself 'The Messenger of Death'..."

“This…” Danitz’s mouth opened a little bit and didn’t close for a long time.

He finally understood why Gehrman Sparrow wanted to let the members of his Little Heart Cult!

This madman actually killed Ludville, the leader of the seven pirate generals!

After about ten seconds, Danitz handed the newspaper to Anderson next to him with a dull expression:

"Look at this."

Anderson took the newspaper with a smile and read it through very quickly.

After a brief silence, he whistled and laughed:

“That guy should have a new nickname.

"Pirate General Buster!"

Danitz didn't dare to nod, and instead said with emotion:

"When I first met him, I thought he was scary, but I never thought he would be this scary."

At this moment, he recalled his attempt to recruit Gehrman Sparrow as a sailor on the Golden Dream.

In the hotel they had just left, Klein had checked into a luxury room. He stood at the window, looking down at the two “hunters” who were not walking seriously.

After stroking the nails on his cuffs, he spread out the letter paper and wrote:

"...I initially suspect that the one possessing Ince Zangwill is an evil spirit from the Hunter pathway. You can investigate further in this direction.

"…Attached to this letter is a copy of the extraordinary characteristics of the 'Requiem Master'. It originated from a poor man who was being herded. I freed him and promised to return his characteristics to the Church of Darkness."

…………

In East Balam, Leonard, who was about to attend the morning meeting, suddenly saw the angel-level messenger carrying four blond, red-eyed heads appear in front of him.

He was already numb to this, so he took the letter, opened it and took a look. He was a little surprised to find that it contained an object as bright as the night sky.

"This is..." Leonard vaguely understood what the item was. He quickly unfolded the letter and read it.

After more than twenty seconds, he sighed slowly and said silently to himself:

“It is indeed an extraordinary characteristic.

"Klein is still very friendly to the church and the Nighthawks..."

He was quite pleased. He took out two dead transparent insects with links and put them in the envelope. He summoned Gehrman Sparrow's messenger again and handed them to him along with a gold coin.

After doing this, Leonard loosened the top button of his shirt, walked out of the room and headed underground.

On the way, he met Daly Simone.

Daly, still dressed as a "psychic", looked ahead and asked very naturally:

"Any new clues?"

"…suspected to be an evil spirit from the 'Hunter' pathway." Leonard was silent for two seconds, and finally chose not to hide the matter.

Daly nodded slightly and said thoughtfully:

"It is very likely that it has a provocative instinct and will take the initiative to leave us clues along the way. Of course, this may contain some misleading information."

…………

Knock, knock, knock! Someone knocked on the door of the captain's room of the Blue Avenger.

"Come in." Alger put down the brass sextant in his hand and said in a deep voice.

A sailor opened the door, looked back, and at the urging of his companions, he hesitantly entered the room, clenched his right fist to his left chest, and saluted:

"Storm is above!"

When Alger responded, he smiled smugly and said:

"Captain, recently many pirates and merchant sailors have said that they have found some valuable items, even gold, in the ruins of Bansy Harbor.

"We don't seem to have any particularly important missions recently. We thought, why don't we go to Bansi again? Such a prosperous port, even if it has been searched many times, there should still be a lot of things left..."

Alger listened without any expression, and after a few seconds of silence, he said:

"I understand your feelings. Let's sail towards Bansi Harbor without setting a destination. If nothing else happens on the way, we'll stay there for a day."

"Okay, Captain." The sailor excitedly clenched his right fist and punched his left chest again, "The storm is with you."

"The storm is with you." Alger watched his men leave and closed the door.

He then poured himself a glass of Liqueur as if nothing had happened, neither happy nor angry, and sipped it slowly.

Everything that had just happened was actually within his expectations, because the news that someone had found valuable items in the ruins of Bansy Harbor was spread by him in disguise.

As the "captain" of the Church of the Storm, he was under the constant supervision of the sailors. Having already been to Bansi once, it would be easy to arouse suspicion if he proposed to go there again, so Alger decided to let the crew members make their own request!

That way, even if something was discovered or encountered in Bansy Harbor, no one would doubt him as the captain.

As for the sailors, especially those who had just squandered their money in Bayam, Alger knew very well what rumors were the most attractive and what news would make them most excited.

In addition, the Blue Avenger had stayed in Bayam long enough, and it was also suspicious if it didn't leave.

As for monitoring the "craftsman" Sharf, it was naturally handed over to the "hermit" Cattleya. Influenced by the "investigation" of the Aurora Society, this pirate general and her "Future" will be wandering in the Rorsted Sea for some time, where it is said that there is an important base of the Moss Ascetic Order.

After finishing his drink, Alger put down his glass, looked out the window at the undulating sea, and whispered a word:

"Bansi..."

…………

Considering that it was already late June and Will Auceptin might be born at any time, Klein rested for a while before going above the gray fog to bring the radio receiver to the real world. He reminded himself that he could only ask two questions at most.

Suddenly, in the dark and cold room, the unmanned receiver began to make a clicking sound on its own.

PS: I originally planned to add more chapters at ** time, but after checking, it seems that I may not be able to catch up. I will add it during the last weekend of July. Please give me your monthly votes!