What? Hunting the “Blood Admiral”? Danitz almost raised his right hand to scratch his ear.

His first reaction was that he had heard it wrong.

But Gehrman Sparrow's hidden crazy smile and his captain's slightly abnormal eyebrow movement reminded him that what he just said was true!

This... Gehrman Sparrow, this madman, really dares to think this! This is one of the seven great pirate generals, and he is definitely not comparable to a character like "Iron" Mai Weiti! Danitz's pupils shrank, and he almost shouted in his heart.

Not to mention how powerful "Blood Admiral" Senior himself is, just the big pirates and well-known pirates under his command are enough to be daunting - the first mate, the third mate and the captains of each ship, each one can be separated and independently lead a large pirate group!

The combination of "Iron" Mai Weiti and Bayam, and there are many more in the "Blood Pirates"!

At that time, Vice Admiral Hurricane Zilingos died silently like a wild dog in Backlund, mainly because he was not in his own pirate group. However, Admiral Blood Senior was different. He rarely left his flagship and rarely left the company of his men.

Even if we return to Senio's own strength, it is extremely terrifying. He is mysterious and strange. He is one of the strongest men on the sea second only to the four kings. Even the captain dare not say that he is definitely stronger than him... The courage of the madman is beyond my imagination. No, he doesn't know fear at all! The death and replacement of a pirate general is definitely a sensation in the five seas! Danitz's mind turned one thought after another, but in the end he calmed down strangely.

This was because he remembered that Gehrman Sparrow was a powerful general himself, and there might be a secret and terrifying organization behind him.

Vice Admiral Iceberg Edwina was silent for a few seconds and said:

"Do you know the 'Rose School'?"

Not only do I know this, I have also killed their people and robbed their magical items... Wait, why am I describing myself as a bad guy... Klein restrained his smile and said calmly:

"I have hunted their members."

Edwina fell silent again, and Danitz beside her once again had thoughts like "What are they talking about?", "What is the Rose School of Thought?", "Where am I?", "Whose dream is this?"

After a brief silence, Vice Admiral Iceberg Edwina said:

"After the great battle with Vice Admiral Dusk's pirate group, Senior's fleet lost track. No one knows where they are now. We must wait patiently."

Is this a promise? Klein smiled again:

“I don’t lack that.

"How can I contact you?"

Edwina turned her head and looked at Danitz:

“He knows how to make the connection.”

Me? "Spiritual Seance"? Wait a minute, Captain, do you mean I have to follow this madman Gehrman Sparrow for a while? No! No one knows when this guy will go crazy! Danitz was alert and said hurriedly:

"Captain, I've been away from the Golden Dream for too long and missed too many classes! I can't wait to return!"

He tried to make his eyes look sincere and full of thirst for knowledge:

"I think we can change to someone else, like 'Iron Sheet', or 'Bucket'..."

Before he finished speaking, Edwina suddenly raised her right hand and pressed her ear.

She tilted her head slightly and said expressionlessly:

“What are you talking about?

“I can’t hear it anymore.

"'Roselle's Dream Technique' has reached its limit..."

The pirate lieutenant admiral's skirt moved slightly, and he took a step back. His figure quickly faded and turned into fragments of light.

Danitz's next words got stuck in his throat. He stretched out his right hand, trying to grab something, but was powerless to do so.

"Roselle's dream technique"? The Emperor's presence in the mystical knowledge is also very strong... "Lieutenant General Iceberg"'s full name is Edwina Edwards... Edwards... Isn't this the surname of one of the Emperor's "Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse"? Descendant? However, the tone of "Lieutenant General Iceberg" showed that she and the Emperor's eldest daughter Bernadette were not familiar with each other, and they might not even know each other... Klein glanced at Danitz, whose expression was completely broken, and laughed softly:

"Maybe one day, I will call you Mr. Ten Thousand Pounds."

…Danitz straightened his back in shock, and then saw Gehrman Sparrow’s figure disappear directly in his dream.

If I am only Sequence 7, but have a bounty of seven or eight thousand pounds, then no matter where I go, I will become a target of others... Danitz stayed in his dream, and the more he thought about it, the more headache he had.

…………

In the evening, Danitz looked at Gehrman Sparrow, who was dressed as a native, and said:

"We are going to visit the local forces today. Maybe we can find some good things there. Haha, they have a great demand for extraordinary materials, food and weapons."

Having said this, Danitz looked Gehrman Sparrow up and down for a few times, and smiled as he found a rare psychological advantage:

“Their area is full of locals, and there are very few mixed-race people. If you dress in a slightly unusual way, you will be discovered.

"It's ok to wear wide-leg pants with a brown jacket, but you can't wear a shirt underneath. The real locals wear taraba shirts, which are similar to sailor shirts, but all blue or all white. They don't wear peaked caps, headscarves or nothing at all.

"Also, with your obvious Loen appearance, you will be severely rejected and treated with hostility there, just like a wolf sneaking into a flock of sheep, unable to conceal your presence at all..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Gehrman Sparrow turn his head and glance at him. His sharp facial features quickly softened, and his pale skin instantly turned bronze. In just one movement, he turned into an unmistakable, featureless native.

"..." Danitz was speechless for a moment, and after several seconds he laughed dryly as if nothing had happened, "It's the same for me. I have to disguise myself well."

Your disguise? Haha... Klein took off his cap and sat on the chair:

"What local forces?"

They actually purchased extraordinary materials, food and weapons?

"Well, to put it simply, well, the rebels." Danitz suddenly became unsure whether Gehrman Sparrow had some kind of connection with the Loen government.

Klein was stunned for a second:

"Rebels?"

Danitz smiled awkwardly:

"They are the ones who shout for independence and manage local affairs by local people. Their headquarters are deep in the jungle and on the sea. They cooperate with many pirates and adventurers. Of course, they are mainly supported by the people of Feysac and Intis. Missionaries from the God of War and the Eternal Blazing Sun often sneak here."

Bayam is not too calm... After leaving the kingdom and coming to the sea, Klein truly experienced what the international situation was like. This was not comparable to reading about the war in East Balam in the newspaper.

He nodded slightly and had no objection to visiting the local force.

After leaving the Azure Wind Inn, Klein, led by Danitz, whose face was painted black, walked through the streets and alleys, heading southeast.

After leaving the earliest area of ​​the City of Generosity, they entered an area with very different architectural styles. There were houses supported by wooden piles with empty ground floors, and there were three- or four-story side-by-side buildings that evolved from Loen-style small buildings.

The roads they separate are narrow and dirty, with a large number of stalls on both sides selling various headdresses, earrings, and hand ornaments made of stones. Among them, bright red and colorful ones are the most numerous.

“What a bunch of people with weird aesthetics. They like particularly bright colors, just like poisonous snakes in the jungle.” Danitz muttered softly.

You people from Intis are not much better. You worship gold, luxury, and refinement. Your nouveau riche taste is evident in your words... Klein complained in his heart.

After passing by dark-skinned, skinny and shriveled natives and passing through alleys with clothes drying overhead, the view in front of them suddenly opened up to a not-too-large square.

In the square, a group of locals gathered around the central pool, some kneeling, some crawling, some muttering, and some singing softly, their expressions pious yet numb.

As soon as they noticed someone approaching, they stood up suddenly and ran into the surrounding alleys in panic.

The windows on the second, third, and fourth floors of all the surrounding houses slammed shut one by one, and the square became quite quiet. However, Klein's inspiration told him that there were many people behind the windows, at the corners of the alleys, and in the dark corners, watching the stranger who suddenly broke into this world.

Danitz lowered his head and said in a low voice:

"Don't worry, this is their self-protection."

"Hmm?" Klein expressed his confusion.

Danitz laughed:

“Before being completely colonized, the natives of the Rorsted Archipelago had always believed in the ‘sea god’ Kalvetuwa, who believed that this god, who often appeared in the form of a giant sea snake, protected all the islands here and prevented them from being swallowed by earthquakes and tsunamis.

"Now, this kind of belief has been banned, and the Storm Church has been cracking down on pagans. Even the Night Church and the Steam Church cannot expand their influence here. There are only a few churches left.

"But in reality, this kind of belief that has been passed down for hundreds or thousands of years is not so easy to eliminate. There are still many believers of the 'Sea God' in Bayam, Blue Mountain Island, and the Rorsted Sea. Even if a group of people are arrested and sentenced to various capital punishments every one or two months, it is impossible to reverse this situation in a short period of time. The main support of the resistance army is the believers of the 'Sea God'.

"I think it will take at least another hundred years for the belief in the 'Sea God' to completely disappear. Of course, that's assuming there are no other factors interfering."

“Sea God” Kalvetuwa… appears as a giant sea snake… Klein listened thoughtfully, followed Danitz into a four-story house on the right front, and walked up the narrow stairs to the top floor.

Knock, knock, knock! Danitz knocked on the door on his left.

"Who?" someone inside asked in a low voice.

Danitz chuckled and responded:

“Friends who sent wine and barbecue.”

"Where is it?" the person inside asked a strange question.

Danitz took a step back and said:

"At sea."

The door creaked open slowly, and Klein saw a naked arm.

There was a blue-green, ferocious sea snake tattooed on the arm.

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