Bayam has arrived? Klein stood up after hearing that and looked outside. He saw the familiar private port of the resistance army.

He showed no surprise, but said calmly:

“Faster than I thought.”

This was at least three hours earlier than he expected!

"It's faster than I expected." Edwina looked away and agreed with Gehrman Sparrow's words.

However, these are all insignificant details... Klein lowered his head and casually flipped through the remaining contents of the Book of Three Worlds. He then handed it to Lieutenant General Iceberg and said,

"This communication ends here."

Edwina looked at the book silently, opened her mouth, and closed it again.

She took the Book of Three Worlds, placed it on the table, and then stood up and saluted:

"I look forward to the opportunity to communicate with you in the future. Your knowledge of ancient history is admirable."

If it were Klein's own personality, he would definitely be modest and praise Vice Admiral Iceberg for having the same extensive knowledge. But now he is the crazy adventurer Gehrman Sparrow, so he can only nod slightly and say:

“We are collaborators.”

It means there will be opportunities in the future.

Without saying anything more, he left the "Captain's Room" and returned to his own room, where he packed his suitcase easily, waited until the "Golden Dream" entered the port, and went all the way down to the deck.

At this time, many crew members had gathered on the deck, including "Gourmet" Blue Walls, "Singer" Orpheus, "Flower Tie" Johnson and other high-ranking pirates with high bounties.

They smiled sincerely and waved at Klein, appearing very enthusiastic. Bucket, Iron Sheet and others were particularly excited and sang songs to see off the guests.

When did I become so familiar with them? Klein muttered to himself, walked past the pirates and reached the gangway.

Anderson Hood leaned there, his clothes were neat and his hair was neat, and he smiled:

"They probably want to say goodbye, no, never see you again.

"German, do you know how dangerous you were during this period? You almost became the enemy of all the crew members. They wanted to drive the Golden Dream to Bayam in just 5 minutes."

Klein was about to respond when he saw Danitz, wearing a black cloak, jogging over.

Is this guy really working hard to leave the Golden Dream and work on his own? This doesn't match my idea. Only around Vice Admiral Iceberg and the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom can he, a follower of the Fool, maximize his value... But it doesn't matter. If Danitz can grow up, it will be more meaningful than this... Klein habitually weighed it, and then threw away the unnecessary thoughts, staring at Danitz indifferently, waiting for him to speak.

Danitz opened his mouth with a serious expression, but could not say anything. He could only laugh dryly and said to Anderson:

"Do you have the recipe for the 'Conspirator' potion?"

"Yes." Anderson said with a chuckle, "But I'm not going to sell it to you."

Danitz's face darkened instantly, but Anderson continued to speak nonchalantly:

"What's the point of you getting the Conspirator's potion formula now? If you try to upgrade it now, it will definitely get out of control!

"My friend, you should play the role of 'Hunter' again, followed by 'Provocateur' and 'Arsonist'. Hey, as for that 'Giant's Heart', you'd better ask a 'Craftsman' to make it into a magical defensive item, otherwise I'm afraid you'll be beaten to death any day.

"When you are sure you have it, ask your captain for the formula for the Conspirator potion. She has it.

"But hey, I think you should stop here. The requirements of 'Conspirator' are very high."

While Danitz was being ridiculed, he carefully memorized every word Anderson said, because this guy was known as the strongest hunter and had rich experience in this field. He also vaguely understood that the key was "acting". He suspected that the captain's previous teachings were also pointing in this direction, but not so clearly.

“One day, I will let you know what a true conspirator is!” Danitz said stubbornly, then turned to look at Gehrman Sparrow.

He cleared his throat, not daring to look the other person in the eye and said:

"I have already applied to the captain. I will contact the resistance frequently and appear in Bayam more often."

What he meant was that he didn't want to leave the Golden Dream, but would often look for opportunities to train himself? Oh, why did he feel like he was reporting to his immediate superior? Klein laughed secretly and said, "Hmm."

Danitz heaved a sigh of relief and felt much more at ease. If his companions had not been watching from behind, he would have certainly helped Gehrman Sparo carry his suitcase and sent it all the way to the dock.

After watching Hermann and Anderson leave, he cautiously decided to pray to The Fool every day starting from tonight to show his piety and avoid any bad accidents.

In the rebels' private port, Anderson saw Gehrman Sparrow turn onto a newly built road without a second thought, and then walk out of the jungle in the shortest possible distance.

"You are familiar with this place? This road didn't exist when I came here last time." Anderson chatted casually, half with emotion and half with boredom.

Of course, every day many people pray to me and report what they have done, and I occasionally respond, for example, by guiding them to build this road... Klein felt proud for two seconds and said indifferently:

"Where does your friend live?"

"It's in a manor outside the city of Bayam." Anderson quickened his pace and began to lead the way.

An hour later, he brought Klein to the outside of a manor, where the rich smells of various spices mixed together to create an indescribable exotic atmosphere.

After informing the gatekeeper of the purpose of their visit, the two men did not have to wait long before they saw a man of medium height, less than 1.75 meters, walking over, accompanied by a butler and a servant.

The man's skin was yellowish, and he looked a bit tanned. His features were relatively soft, but his eye sockets were much sunken compared to those of the Loen people.

For Klein, this was enough to make a preliminary assessment of the other party's origins: they were people of the Feynaport Kingdom with highlander ancestry.

The man had become a little fat, with a round face and was quite kind. When he saw the strongest hunter, he immediately laughed and said:

"Anderson, you're not dead yet?"

"I'm waiting to attend your funeral." Anderson responded bluntly, then turned to Klein and said, "Okfa Connor Chris, the doctor on my team."

He did not introduce Gehrman Sparrow to Oakfa, but just smiled and said:

"I brought you a good deal."

Oakfa understood Anderson's meaning immediately. Without asking in front of the servant and the butler, he led the two of them to the main house of the manor.

Along the way, Klein saw buildings such as windmills, bakeries, breweries, and militia training camps. The entire manor was like a small kingdom. Except for the lack of a blacksmith shop, it was completely self-sufficient - it was more cost-effective to buy most steel products in the market than to make them by yourself.

“This is an idyllic life…” Klein sighed and followed Oakfa into the main house and into his study.

Oakfa did not let the hostess come over, nor did he bring his own children to see Anderson and Klein. He obviously did not want them to have any contact with the dangerous mysterious world. Therefore, after closing the door, he looked at Anderson directly and said:

"What business?"

"Don't you want to sell that revolver? He's interested." Anderson pointed at Klein and said, "German Sparrow."

"German Sparrow? The powerful adventurer who easily hunted down the 'Trickster' Mithor?" Oakfa asked with a little surprise but without fear.

Although he had moved away from an adventurous life, he knew that he could not be careless, so when he was in Bayam's situation, he would take the initiative to grasp some necessary information to avoid unexpected disasters.

Anderson sneered upon hearing this:

“Your news is too old!

"This gentleman's current record is that he successfully hunted down 'Slayer' Gilchies and survived to this day."

"Gilchias? The second mate of the Undead King?" Oakfa's expression suddenly changed, he was shocked and alert.

"Yes!" Anderson said with a self-deprecating smile, "In the pirate paradise, he is recognized as the strongest hunter."

Okefa swallowed his saliva, looked at Klein, and smiled uncomfortably:

"I believe you are able to purchase Deathstroke."

"Death Knell?" Klein asked back with interest but without showing it.

"That 'Revolver' is an old friend that has been with me for ten years. If it hadn't overlapped with another magical item on my body and wasn't of much use to me in my current situation, I would have been reluctant to sell it." Oakfa replied with a sigh.

At this time, Anderson laughed beside him:

"That's not what you said before. You said you preferred farming tools."

A "farmer"... Klein combined Anderson's words with Okefa's appearance and made the corresponding judgment.

At the same time, the corresponding potion names flashed through his mind: Sequence 9 "Tillage Man", Sequence 8 "Physician", anciently known as "Healing Priest", Sequence 7 "Harvest Priest".

No wonder Anderson introduced him as a doctor from his previous team... Klein thought for a moment and said:

"Do you know Frank Lee?"

"Haha, I don't know him. Although I am from Feynaport, my formulas and materials are all collected bit by bit by myself. They have nothing to do with the Church of the Mother Earth. Therefore, I dare not go back to Feynaport. However, I have heard of Frank Lee. He is a guy who gives the church a lot of headaches." Oakfa answered frankly, "He is just a Sequence 6 'biologist', but he can make the church pay so much attention to him. Sometimes I really want to meet him."

No, you will regret this thought... Klein could tell from Oakfa's answer that he believed in the "Mother Earth Goddess" and was likely a Sequence 5 warrior.

Anderson, who was standing beside him, was obviously shocked when he heard what Oakfa said. He said with lingering fear:

"That guy is indeed a headache. To some extent, he can be called a demon. His abilities and thoughts are beyond the level of Sequence 6... Okay, don't mention him. When I mention him, I will think of the spurted milk."

Okefa looked at the two people opposite him with some confusion, restrained his curiosity, walked to the table, opened the drawer, and took out an iron-black pistol with a barrel slightly longer than a normal revolver.

"It's the 'Death Knell'," O'Kefal introduced solemnly.