Because Silver Viper Odell was not a pirate, it was difficult to tell whether the rumors about him were true or false. Klein withdrew his gaze from the stairs, walked to the bar, found a seat and sat down, tapping the table and said:

"A glass of Zarha."

This is a locally produced malt beer, which is much cheaper than the Southwell beer that needs to be shipped from the northern continent.

"3 pence." The bartender also came back to his silence and picked up an upside-down glass.

Everyone in the bar began to whisper, and under the light of the gas wall lamps, they discussed the reason why "Silver Viper" Odell bought ten tickets.

"He must be being tracked. Three ships and ten tickets are meant to make it difficult for the trackers to figure out which one they will board!" A gang member with tattoos on his arms rolled up his sleeves and expressed his opinion based on his own two experiences of absconding.

An adventurer who was drinking Lelangqi sneered:

"You don't know Odell. If his plan was that simple, he wouldn't be nicknamed the 'Silver Viper.'

“I bet they won’t be on any of the passenger ships represented by those ten tickets!

"The only thing we can confirm is that they are going to Pritz Harbor."

Another adventurer shook his head upon hearing this:

“Maybe the information about going to Pritz Harbor is also false.”

The former gang member was stunned and said unyieldingly:

"According to your description, Odell may have already thought of what you have thought of, so he just wants to go to Pritz Harbor and board one of those three ships!"

The two adventurers opened their mouths to refute, but after thinking about it carefully, they felt that it was quite possible and were speechless for a moment.

This made the gangster very happy and he drank the rest of the liquor in one gulp.

Klein, on the other hand, held a glass of Zarha, sipping the drink while listening in boredom, waiting for the fake ID and boat ticket he needed to return.

"It'll take another three quarters of an hour. I hope there won't be any accidents and the bar won't be in chaos..." He prayed silently and drew a crimson moon in his mind.

The light yellow beer slowly cooled down. Klein looked at the clock on the wall and the door from time to time, hoping that time would pass faster.

More than half an hour later, the door of the bar suddenly opened with a bang, and the night wind from outside rushed in.

No way... Klein's mouth twitched slightly. He resisted the urge to smile bitterly and turned his head to look at the place where the sound came from.

Five people appeared at the door. The leader had black hair and brown eyes. His face was deep and his features were hard, very typical of Loen. He looked to be in his early forties.

His expression was stern and majestic, which made everyone in the bar quiet down unconsciously.

Behind him, there were three men and one woman, all wearing windbreakers and holding revolvers openly, as if they would aim and shoot instantly if there was any abnormality.

I don’t know him. He’s not on any wanted list. There’s no bounty on him… Klein muttered, maintaining his spectator’s posture.

The five intruders suddenly dispersed and came to different drinkers. They bent down slightly, looked at them, and asked one after another:

"Where is 'Silver Viper' Odell?"

The drinkers were hesitating whether to answer when they saw the dark muzzle of a gun pointed at them. The handle made of white ivory or ebony showed a strange beauty under the light.

"He, they went to the second floor!" The drinkers who were asked pointed to the stairs almost at the same time.

Someone is really tracking Odell. Is this to deal with the "Mysterious Queen" or did the "Silver Coin Viper" do something himself? Or is it because of the mysterious man in a hood eating candy next to him? Klein took another sip of beer and watched as four of the intruders went to the second floor, while the remaining one stayed where he was and continued to ask questions.

Soon, the latter learned that Odell had asked Denier to buy tickets, and immediately walked over to the skinny and dark black market merchant and asked in a deep voice:

"Tell me honestly, where did Odell buy his ticket to?"

Denier did not rely on his extensive network of contacts to show off, and forced a smile and said:

"He didn't specify. The requirement is ten tickets, belonging to three different ships, the time is tomorrow, and the destination is Pritz Harbor."

"Really?" The questioner was a radical man in his twenties.

Denier responded in a low voice:

“You can ask everyone here, they’ve heard it.”

"Shit!" The man pushed Denier angrily, then turned and walked towards other drinkers.

Denier was unsteady on his feet and staggered backwards. Just as he was about to fall, the back of his head hit the edge of a small round table. Then he felt a force on his shoulders and his body immediately regained its balance.

He subconsciously turned his head and saw that it was the guest who had just made a fake identity card to buy a ticket for the black boat.

"Thank you, these damn military hyenas!" Denier first thanked them, then said in a low voice through gritted teeth.

It was Klein who supported him. He didn't want anything to happen to the "ticket scalper". After all, he had paid 5 pounds in cash in advance.

Of course, it is also his habit to take advantage of innocent people who are affected.

Military hyena? In Bayam, this description often means that the target is someone from MI9... What did "Silver Viper" Odel do? Klein muttered to himself silently, ruling out the possibility that someone was targeting the "Mysterious Queen".

Because to the Loen military, this meant nothing.

As he was thinking, the members of MI9 who were heading to the second floor hurried downstairs and headed straight for the door while saying to their companions:

"He jumped out the window and ran away!"

This group of people came and left in a hurry, and the bar soon returned to its noisy state. Only the door that was still shaking slightly indicated the unrest just now.

Klein finally got the fake ID and black boat ticket, and no longer had to worry about being interrupted unexpectedly.

After paying the remaining 15 pounds in cash, he left the Seaweed Bar and returned to the ordinary hotel he rented.

“John Yord… This name is too easy, isn’t it? I need to get a more authentic ID before returning to Backlund.” Klein flipped through a series of ID documents and threw them into the suitcase.

He took a bath, relaxed, and prepared to leave Bayam tomorrow to start the last leg of this "trip" on the sea.

Just then, he heard a knock on the door.

Who is it? Klein quickly took off his bathrobe, put on his clothes and pants, and walked to the door.

Outside were several policemen in black uniforms. One of them looked to be from Loen, and the rest were either mixed-race or pure natives.

"What's the matter?" Klein asked doubtfully.

"Please show me your ID," a mixed-race man said politely, because the gentleman opposite seemed to be from Loen as well.

Fortunately, I just got one, otherwise I would have to go to the police station tonight, or run away on the spot, change my appearance, and start over again... Klein muttered as he returned to the room and took out his ID.

The leading Loen police officer flipped through it casually and said:

"Mr. Yoeld, do you live here alone?"

“Yes, everyone in the hotel can attest to that,” Klein answered frankly.

The Loen police officer smiled slightly and said:

"Have you ever seen this man?"

As he spoke, he asked the police officer next to him to open a portrait. It showed an old man with an extremely thin body and messy white hair. Apart from these, there were no other obvious features.

“No.” Klein shook his head.

"He loves candy," the Loen officer added.

“Candy…” Klein suddenly remembered the mysterious hooded man next to Silver Viper Odell, who had been eating brown candy at short intervals.

After considering it for a moment, Klein said without hiding anything:

"Maybe I've seen him before. When I was at the Seaweed Bar, I saw a man who loved candy following the Silver Viper Odell."

The Loenese police officer did not hide his disappointment. He simply thanked him and ended the questioning.

Klein waited until they knocked on the door of another room before closing the wooden door and returning to the armchair.

"The Odel incident not only attracted the attention of the MI9, but also caused the Governor's Office to arrange personnel to conduct a city-wide investigation. It's not easy..." He whispered a few words and decided to go above the gray fog to browse the prayer points around the "Poseidon Scepter" and look for more information from the prayers of Bayam's many believers, so as to avoid being inexplicably drawn into a big whirlpool due to the wrong response.

After entering the bathroom and coming above the gray fog, Klein waved his hand and let the bone scepter surrounded by countless points of light fly out from the pile of debris.

Scanning the light spots one by one, he could only confirm that the interrogation just now was not a small-scale matter, and the target was Odell and the mysterious man, but he could not know more.

After thinking for a moment, he directed his gaze towards a spot of light that was specially marked by divinity.

It belonged to a mixed-race policeman named Braya, who called himself the "God of the Sea" and endured humiliation and converted to the "Lord of Storms" just to climb higher in the police station.

He is now a superintendent of police!

Then, Klein projected the will of "Sea God" into the corresponding light spot.

Braya, who was arranging work for his subordinates at the police station, suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. He quickly found an excuse, went into the bathroom, and prayed in a low voice:

"Great Kalvetuwa, the favored one of the sea and the spirit world, your followers report to you.

"The main person we're looking for tonight is a very thin old man. His hair has turned completely white, but it's still thick, just very messy. He's very afraid of the cold, and he wears very thick clothes even in Bayam. He loves to eat candy, as if he is a steam engine and candy is high-quality coal. The above means that we need to find him but don't harm him."

Klein no longer paid attention to Braya, pulled his thoughts back, tapped the edge of the long table with his fingers and said:

“Compared to the portrait, this description gives me a sense of familiarity.

"It seems I've heard of it somewhere before..."

For a fortune teller, a sense of familiarity meant clues, so Klein wrote down the divination statements and began to question his own spirituality.

He leaned back in his chair while reciting the words silently, and using meditation as a stepping stone, he fell into a deep sleep.

In the gloomy dream world, Klein found himself back in Backlund, back to No. 15 Minsk Street where he had previously rented a house.

In front of him was Ian with red eyes. The big boy raised his head and said:

"Turani von Helmothuein, the greatest scientist since Emperor Roselle, a mathematician, mechanic, and the father of the second generation difference engine."

Suddenly, Klein woke up and realized who MI9 was looking for!

They were looking for the great scientist whose manuscript of the third-generation differential machine had caused a fierce battle between the Loen military and the Intis spy organization, and resulted in many deaths!

They are looking for Frankenstein who has been mysteriously missing for many years!

No wonder the intelligence officer of the Blood Admiral, Old Quinn, had a modified radio station that was more advanced than Backlund's! Klein suddenly understood.

PS: Update first and then modify.