When he left No. 47 Blackhorn Street, Klein had already figured out Winter's basic situation.

He changed his appearance, disguised himself as a policeman, and learned this from nearby neighbors.

"Simim Island is the farthest island in the Rorsted Archipelago. To get there from Bayam, you need to take a ferry, which takes 4 to 5 hours. There are only two ferry trips a day, at 9 and 10 a.m., and we missed it today... Winter's parents have long passed away, and he has no relatives. The only person involved is a girl he can't forget, Rui Ni. She is the perfect person for a real role-playing for the first time, suitable for a novice like me. But I feel embarrassed to express my feelings for Winter... If the girl agrees... I'll go, how will it end..." Klein thought with an embarrassed look on his face.

He tried hard to recall the novels he had read and the TV dramas he had watched, hoping to find the most perfect solution.

Soon, he had a general idea, and his mood stabilized, and his thoughts began to shift to the matter of "Iron" McVitie.

“I hope Miss Magician can get a radio receiver as soon as possible…” Klein sighed silently and got into a rented carriage.

…………

Backlund, Cherwood District.

Fors opened the letter that Xio brought back.

This came from the science fiction writer Aville, who was happy to share the development history and application prospects of radio technology with Ms. Wall in the letter.

Fors skipped the beginning and the middle and looked towards the end.

"We introduced three models, with detailed addresses and approximate prices. The most expensive one is only 12 pounds." Fors nodded slightly, thinking that this was not a very important business.

She suddenly felt a little inflated. Perhaps it was because she was so used to seeing transactions worth hundreds or thousands of pounds in the Tarot Club that she didn't even take items worth around 10 pounds seriously.

Mr. World has resources and financial resources. He might be needed to buy items from him in the future. As for the things he doesn't need, well, he can just add the stamp fee, round-trip carriage fee, and ritual material loss fee to the original price... Fors made up his mind quickly and looked out the window subconsciously.

Backlund was still gloomy and dark, with a drizzle of rain, but the fog was not as thick as before.

“I don’t know when the Soul Eater’s stomach of the ‘Sun’ will arrive…” Fors felt that he couldn’t wait to be promoted.

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City of Silver, Berg House.

Derrick had prepared the Soul Eater's stomach and several materials specified by Mr. The Hanged Man, but he was in no hurry to offer them to Mr. Fool.

He planned to wait a little longer, until the "Chief" led the exploration team out or presided over some rituals, before making the corresponding attempt.

"This is the safest and most reliable way... Well, be cautious and careful!" Derrick reminded himself, and then opened the "Handwritten Collection of the Black Rock Book of the Giant King's Court" in front of him.

Recently, he has been reading this ancient book, from which he got a glimpse of the giant king's court in ancient times.

According to ancient books, that is the Royal Court of God!

Time seems to have stopped there, and it is always at dusk. All the buildings are extremely grand and spectacular, even towering into the clouds.

When humans walk inside, they feel extremely small and are in awe of such a scene and its owner from the bottom of their hearts.

…………

Backlund, Hillston District, Weimandi's house.

After listening to the explanation, Emlyn White combed his hair with his hands and asked deliberately:

"My Lord Baron, I forgot where I heard that in the Second Era or the first half of the Third Era, there was a very famous city-state called 'Silver City'."

Weimandi is a vampire baron who is over 200 years old, but he does not look old at all. Instead, he looks like a mature man in his early thirties.

His black hair was neatly combed back, and he was wearing a dark red cotton shirt. He was holding a brown pipe in his hand. While enjoying the warmth of the fireplace, he said thoughtfully:

"No, at least in my memory, there was no Silver City before the Cataclysm."

Without waiting for Emlyn to be happy, he continued talking to himself:

"But there is a Silver Kingdom, which was originally ruled by the Giant King's Court, and later belonged to that person."

The Silver Country? Emlyn White thought for a moment and said:

"Baron, do you have more specific information?"

Weimandi looked up at him and recalled with a smile:

"The Silver Nation has a special status in the Giant King's Court. They do not directly worship the Giant King, Almir, but the Queen of the Giant King's Court, Omibella."

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Bayam, the City of Generosity, the dock area, Sour Lemon Street, the Blue Wind Inn.

Klein stood at the corner of the street, took off the yellow crystal pendant on his left wrist, and used divination to confirm that there was no danger ahead.

Feeling confident, he slowly walked back to the hotel, went up to the third floor, and opened the door of the luxury suite.

He was slightly surprised to find that “Flame” Danitz had already returned and was slumped in an armchair drinking.

After considering the tone of his character, Klein asked calmly:

"What time is it?"

"Isn't there a wall clock?" Danitz muttered.

He looked at the opposite wall and read the current time:

"3:40 pm..."

Before he finished speaking, Danitz suddenly woke up, sat up straight, laughed dryly and said:

"I have asked all the places I should ask, and asked the people I should ask for help. There is no need to stay outside any longer. It will increase the risk of being exposed and affect your hunting plan!"

Klein found a chair and sat down, then said expressionlessly:

"Tell me what happened."

“What’s the problem? Although I’m mainly an adventurer chasing treasure, I’m also a qualified part-time pirate.” Danitz felt that his abilities were insulted.

After being coldly glanced at by Gehrman Sparrow, he put on a smile again and briefly reviewed where he had been in the morning and afternoon, who he had met, what news he had heard, and what he had talked about in general, picking out the key points.

Hearing Danitz sigh that a ghost ship pirate captain named Alger actually knew about Bansy Harbor, Klein suddenly wanted to frown.

Given Mr. Hanged Man's relationship with the Church of Storms, he didn't know about the incident at Bansy Harbor until I manipulated the "world" and took the initiative to mention it. How could this Alger know about it? Someone with a higher status in the Church of Storms, a powerful person disguised as a pirate, or someone who has a certain relationship with those cultists at Bansy Harbor? Hmm... Mr. Hanged Man has been active in this sea area, so it's possible that he was the one... Klein's heart moved, and he recalled the characteristics of the Hanged Man.

Although he couldn't see the specific appearance of the members clearly above the gray fog, he could still tell at a glance whether they were male or female and what their hair color was!

Klein raised his hand and pressed down, stopping Danitz from continuing to speak, and said in a low voice:

"Messy hair, dark blue?"

"You know him? This guy is not simple!" Danitz exclaimed.

As expected... Haha, I didn't expect to meet him like this... Klein didn't respond at all. He just leaned forward and said:

"continue."

Danitz didn't think too much about it. He roughly described his subsequent experiences and defended himself:

"You know, when it comes to getting information, no one can be sure when there will be any results. After you have found everyone you can, the only thing you can do is to wait patiently. This will definitely take a long time."

"There is another way. There is no need to wait." Klein said deliberately calmly.

"What method?" Danitz asked in astonishment.

Klein pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and the corners of his mouth slightly widened:

"Use bait."

Bait? Danitz looked at him, a little puzzled for a moment.

It only took him a second to come to his senses.

The only one who can be the bait is himself!

When it comes to fishing, no one cares whether the bait will actually be swallowed, they only care about whether the prey can be pulled up!

Simply put, the “bait” is a high-risk species!

“Haha, this isn’t a very good idea. Well, my intuition tells me that there should be some gains at the Red Theater. I’ll go take a look now!” Danitz grabbed his coat and rushed out of the room impatiently.

Klein originally wanted to stay far behind the "Flame" to see if he could find some clues, but he suddenly heard layers of illusory prayers in his ears.

This is coming from a man.

Klein paused thoughtfully and walked into the bathroom.

Ten seconds later, he appeared above the gray fog and saw that the deep red star corresponding to the "Hanged Man" was constantly expanding and contracting.

As expected... Klein sat down, leaning against the back of his chair, and his spirituality spread.

The Hanged Man's voice suddenly became clear:

"Dear Mr. Fool, I was investigating the matter of Vice Admiral Iceberg's key. I met Danitz Flame at the Gold Coin Casino. I learned from him that he was the person involved in the incident at Bansi Port, and that he was planning to join forces with a strong man to deal with Meviti Iron.

"I suspect that the person that 'Flame' Danitz is cooperating with is your follower, so I pray to you.

"If that's the case, and he wants some cooperation, I can provide some help."

Mr. Hanged Man did guess Gehrman Sparrow's identity... He probably only had a little suspicion, and by asking about Bansy Harbor, he successfully got confirmation from Danitz... This is good. With the help of this local snake, the plan to hunt down Iron Maiviti will go much more smoothly... Unless the Fool can be directly attacked, there is no point in the Hanged Man trapping his followers... And from his performance and attitude, he has no doubts about the Fool... I haven't left any loopholes... Klein's thoughts raced, and he quickly made a decision.

After divination, he materialized the "world" and made the mannequin shrouded in mist, made a prayer gesture, and responded calmly:

"Great Mr. Fool, I need some cooperation."

After completing this scene, Klein threw the information, along with the sound and image, into the crimson star that symbolizes the "Hanged Man."