Why would a madman like Gehrman Sparrow look for someone to claim the bounty of the Blood Admiral? No, why could he claim the bounty of the Blood Admiral? Danitz suddenly woke up from his confusion and chaos and grasped the key point of the matter.
He suddenly lowered his head again, not letting his eyes reveal his surprise and confusion.
The adventurers next to him continued:
"How is that possible? No one dares to collect it on your behalf!"
"Yes, unless you want to bear the wrath of the Church of Storms, or betray Gehrman Sparrow!"
"Forty-two thousand pounds... If I could get such a bounty, I would go to Backlund immediately and become a rich man!"
"Haha, shouldn't we enjoy the Red Theater for half a year first?"
“Perhaps Gehrman Sparrow can go and claim the bounty from Intis, Feysac, or Feynaport. Although it’s not as much as 42,000 pounds, it’s definitely not a small amount…”
…
As the adventurers chatted, they began to imagine their lives after they had 42,000 gold pounds, and they even argued over their different ideas.
No way... do they mean that Gehrman Sparrow killed the "Blood Admiral"? No, although this madman has always had this idea, he lacks the necessary helpers and needs to cooperate with the captain... Anderson Hood? Danitz stood up, held down his cap, lowered his head, and hurried towards the billiard room and card room, where newspapers were often placed.
As soon as he left, the adventurers looked at his back and lowered their voices to discuss with each other:
"Do you know him? He's sneaky and timid, and there's something fishy about him at first glance!"
“I didn’t see him clearly, but I think he’s a pirate who came to Bayam to get information.”
"Do you want to..." An adventurer made a throat-cutting gesture.
"Maybe we can't afford to offend him. Let's wait until this period of time is over." Another adventurer stopped his companion's action.
Danitz entered an empty billiard room, came to a corner, picked up a stack of newspapers, and quickly flipped through them. Gradually, his expression became distorted.
“What on earth did that madman do? Did he really kill the ‘Blood Admiral’? It’s only been a few months, and his strength has improved to this level! Moreover, the newspapers didn’t mention Anderson Hood at all…” Danitz was surprised and relieved. He felt that it was a very wise thing for him to always choose to submit when facing Gehrman Sparrow. Otherwise, others would have seen in the newspapers that he was hunted and exchanged for a bounty.
No, no, at that time, my death was not worthy of being published in the newspapers... Hiss, Gehrman Sparrow is really a member of an evil organization... As he thought about it, Danitz suddenly became dazed, as if he had turned into a stone sculpture.
Because, it seems that he might also be a member of that evil organization...
“Haha, the church and the military always like to exaggerate the situation. Well, it’s a secret organization, not an evil organization!” Danitz consoled himself, and once again felt that the organization behind Gehrman Sparrow was extremely mysterious and powerful.
The hunting of Senior, one of the seven pirate generals, is proof of this!
Huh… Danitz exhaled, and fearfully praised “The Fool” in his heart, expressing his attitude of doing things seriously.
…………
From a small building near the Governor's Palace, Ireland and Us Kent walked out.
"It's finally over..." Ireland sighed and put on the captain's hat.
Us Kent rubbed his nose, which had turned red from drinking frequently, and exhaled in agreement:
"yes."
Because of the issue with Gehrman Sparrow, they were isolated and investigated for two whole days, facing the "interrogators" who were the best at this kind of thing.
Fortunately, Ellan had not concealed anything from the beginning. The person who reported to the higher-ups was Gehrman Sparrow, whose background was unknown but who had good intentions towards the military. It was the decision of the higher-ups to include this crazy adventurer as an informant and investigate his background, and it had nothing to do with him.
As for Us Kent, there was no problem at all. Helping German Sparrow collect the bounty was something he should do according to normal procedures.
Walking slowly towards the gate along the path in the center of the garden, Ellan said with emotion:
"Who could have known that Gehrman Sparrow would be so crazy and so powerful..."
According to the little information he had learned, killing the "Blood Admiral" was just the most normal and insignificant thing that Gehrman Sparrow did that day.
And such a crazy guy actually took the initiative to enter the dangerous Bansi in order to save a few passengers and crew members who had only expressed kindness to him.
It was only afterwards that Ellan realized that the hidden terror of Bansi was far beyond his imagination. The Storm Church actually destroyed the place directly!
If I told the interrogators that Gehrman Sparrow had a soft and kind heart, they would definitely think I was lying... People are such a collection of contradictions... Ailan shook his head silently.
After listening to Ai Erlan's sigh, Us Kent responded with a wry smile:
"I thought you were introducing a relatively powerful adventurer, but he even killed the Blood Admiral! Damn it, I even thought he had the ability to become the fifth king. Look at that forest and the nearby mountains, and you won't doubt me!
"It's like, it's like..."
Ai Erlan glanced at Us Kent and added:
"It was like being bombarded by shore defense artillery a hundred times."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Us Kent agreed with Ireland's description.
At this time, the two had walked out the door.
Ellan looked at the starry night sky and the crimson but dim moon, remained silent for a few seconds, adjusted his collar and said:
"I hope he won't return to the sea..."
…………
Bayam, 6 Sfeir Street.
Denton, who was wearing a child's formal suit, ran into the study and said to his sister who was practicing sketching:
“Donna, they, they said Uncle Sparrow is a bad guy, a cultist, and a murderer!
"And he showed me the newspaper!"
Donna turned her head, wrinkled her nose and said:
“I don’t believe it!
"Uncle Sparrow is a righteous, brave, and kind adventurer. This is something we saw with our own eyes. It is definitely more accurate than what is in the newspaper!"
She hesitated, then said fluently:
"Although, although he looks terrible and ugly, that is the price of dreams and protection! Denton, you have to remember that those newspapers always like to make up stories based on rumors and hearsay."
"Yeah!" Denton nodded heavily, "I've already scolded them!"
Donna praised her brother and subconsciously turned her head to look out the window. She saw the gas street lamps casting light into her own garden, quiet, peaceful and gentle.
…………
In a high-end hotel in the Hillston area.
Klein put a folded white handkerchief into his left breast pocket and took off his half-tall silk hat.
Today will be the day when the mysterious billionaire Dwayne Dantes officially makes his public debut!
He did not wait for the sale of the bicycle company shares and the magical items, and planned to use the remaining 2,962 pounds to support the initial expenses.
This is more than enough, equivalent to six or seven years' income of an upper middle-class person!
"The 'Magic Mirror' Arrodes did not enter my dream last night, which means that without close contact, it cannot sense that I have returned to Backlund. This is a good thing. Well, I will use the radio receiver to contact it tonight and ask about the evil spirits. It won't be so complicated later." Klein muttered a few words in his heart, picked up his cane, and walked out of the hotel.
At this time, the sunshine after the rain shone through the thin mist, making the people walking on the road feel better involuntarily. Klein got on a carriage and went straight to the "Metropolitan Help Household Servants Association" at 9 Carnarvon Street in Cherwood District, preparing to hire an experienced housekeeper and then let the other party organize a team of servants needed for the garden villa.
Inside the Metropolitan Association for Helping Domestic Servants, Beilin ended her conversation with a male colleague who had approached her to talk, and lowered her head to deal with the two drops of black tea that had stained her lotus-colored dress.
At this moment, a voice that sounded a little vicissitudes but mellow and heavy rang in her ears:
"Good morning, ma'am."
Beilin raised her head and looked in front of the reception desk, where she saw a gentleman in his forties wearing a silk swallowtail suit and holding a gold-inlaid cane. From the third button of his suit, there was a golden chain extending to the inner pocket.
This gentleman had a pair of deep blue eyes and very attractive facial features. Even the few gray hairs at his temples looked very charming. He just smiled slightly, and Belin suddenly felt her face getting hot.
"Sir, is there anything I can help you with? Oh yes, what is your name?" Beilin stood up hurriedly and asked.
"Dwayne Dantès." Klein smiled gently, "I want to hire a butler, a good butler."
"Mr. Dantes, please wait a moment. Please take a seat." Belin led Klein to the reception area in a somewhat busy manner and pointed to a fabric sofa.
Klein smiled faintly, without urging or nagging, and sat down patiently, waiting for the staff to provide a list of butlers.
What a gentleman... Oops, I forgot to ask him what he wanted! Beilin raised her hand and touched her cheek and said:
"What kind of butler do you need, Monsieur Dantès?"
Klein was well prepared and answered in a mellow voice:
"It is best if you have served a noble family."
This helps Dantes expand his network.
Beilin gradually regained her professional knowledge and elaborated:
“Such butlers are rare. As you know, noble families rarely change their butlers unless they can no longer provide effective services. Moreover, even if they are not butlers, they can still hold other positions within the noble family.
"In addition, wealthy businessmen are very eager for similar butlers and are willing to offer premium salaries. Mr. Dantes, we do have the type you need, but the annual salary is at least over 100 pounds."
That means the weekly salary starts at nearly 2 pounds... A normal butler's annual salary is only 40 to 80 pounds, which means a weekly salary of 15 soli to 1 pound 10 soli. This seems to be only equivalent to the level of a skilled worker, but the master will provide rooms, food, clothes, heating charcoal and other necessities, so the butler has almost no expenses... An annual salary of more than 100 pounds is really expensive... Klein quickly calculated the price in his heart and responded nonchalantly:
"No problem, as long as they are good stewards."
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