Danitz was startled and blurted out:

"Sorry to bother you..."

Before he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand, grabbed the handle, and dragged the door towards him.

Bang!

The wooden door closed before his eyes, making a sound that echoed in the corridor.

It was not until this moment that Danitz finally reacted:

“What was I doing?

"What is Anderson doing?"

He took off the black boxing gloves reflexively, frowned and thought hard for a while, and finally decided to return to his room, pack his luggage, and prepare to leave.

As for what Anderson was trying to do, although he was curious, he always felt that something was wrong and planned not to get involved to avoid falling into a trap.

The captain said that we should be in awe of the unknown, so I have to stay away from it... Danitz was about to turn around when he heard the sound of the lock being turned and saw the wooden door open backwards.

Anderson, his shirt unbuttoned, walked out holding the dark short blade and looked at Danitz with a slightly complicated expression:

"You're not trying to stop me?"

Danitz keenly sensed the opportunity to mock, and immediately laughed:

“It’s your freedom.

"If you hadn't made a will, I'd be rich!"

Anderson raised his hand and rubbed his cheek:

"Aren't you curious about what happened to me?"

Danitz looked at him suspiciously:

"I always feel like you have a conspiracy."

Anderson laughed and said:

"It's like this. I was captured and put into a strange plasma soaked with various materials. After a long period of erosion, they formed a strange 'cocoon' in my body. This will have a certain attraction to high-sequence strongmen of the 'Hunter' pathway."

As he spoke, he pointed to his lower abdomen.

Danitz was stunned when he heard this:

“I’ve never heard of such a thing.

"If you were a different gender, maybe I would think you were pregnant..."

He paused and said:

"That strange guy in the Resurrection Square was attracted by the baby, no, the 'cocoon' in your belly?"

Seeing Anderson nod in affirmation, Danitz gestured with his hands:

"Were you trying to cut open your abdomen and take out the 'silk cocoon'?"

Anderson answered sincerely:

"Yes, I am worried that it will affect my body or attract more demigods. I plan to solve this hidden danger as soon as possible."

Danitz thought for a moment and asked doubtfully:

"Then why don't you try again?

"You forgot to make a will and want me to be a witness?"

Anderson's cheek muscles twitched and he laughed:

"Yes, your Provocateur potion should have been completely digested."

He sighed and said:

"After careful analysis, I think it is impossible to take it out directly. Otherwise, they would not have to soak me in plasma and let the material corrode little by little. They could have cut open my abdomen, put the 'cocoon' in, and then sewed it up."

Without waiting for Danitz's response, he said while thinking:

"Don't you have Gehrman Sparrow's contact information? He has experienced a lot and has a lot of knowledge. I would like to ask him for advice on how to solve similar problems."

In the past few months, one thing Danitz was very afraid of was being accused of having a connection with Gehrman Sparrow, so he subconsciously retorted:

"No! I haven't seen him since he left the Golden Dream!"

Anderson raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said:

"When you wrote to Gehrman Sparrow, I was next to him and saw his messenger."

Danitz's expression froze on his face, and after a few seconds he forced a smile and said:

"Then why don't you just summon his messenger?"

Anderson raised his hand again, touched his throat, and laughed:

"I do not know the ritual to summon his messenger."

Danitz still felt that Anderson had a conspiracy, and was unwilling to let him confirm that he and Gehrman Sparrow were in frequent contact, so he suggested:

"Actually, you can definitely ask our captain for help with this kind of thing. She is knowledgeable, good at research, and has mastered many secret techniques. She can also ask the Church of the God of Wisdom for assistance, so she should be able to give you a solution to the 'cocoon' in your stomach.

"Haha, if you're embarrassed, I can help you talk to her."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Anderson's smile widen, and heard the other party respond quickly:

“Okay, let’s do it!

"I have packed my luggage, when can I leave?"

"..." Danitz was stunned for several seconds, feeling that he had been tricked by Anderson again.

He returned to the room, drank the rest of the beer, and quickly threw all the sundries into the suitcase, leaving only a piece of dried leaf with golden patterns.

This was a token that Danitz had used to establish contact with the subordinates of General Mesanyes, the leader of the Northern State. Following Gehrman Sparrow's instructions, he left the leaf in the room, waiting for the person in charge of the next step to deal with it.

…………

In the room that Danitz had left, the candles were suddenly lit, and a red flame rose to a height of more than two meters.

A figure walked out from the flames. He was wearing a silk hat and a black suit. His temples were gray, his eyes were deep blue, his temperament was mature, and his appearance was outstanding. It was Klein who had transformed into Dwayne Dantès.

After picking up the dry leaf with golden patterns, Klein left the hotel, walked around the closed side of the Resurrection Square, and came to the core area of ​​Kukwa City, the White Feather Square.

It was here that the general's residence of Mesanyes stood, beside a downward-facing church of the dead.

As a typical Loen gentleman, Dantes felt a sense of disharmony and incompatibility when walking in this city. There were so few foreigners here. They could only be seen around the celebration square where several major consulates were located. In other places, most of the people coming and going were local Balam people.

They have brown skin, black curly hair, and soft features. In the eyes of many people in the Northern Continent, people of the same gender look quite similar, only differing in height, weight, and size.

These locals, both men and women, like to smoke East Balam cigarettes, which are made by wrapping herbs directly with sun-dried tobacco leaves. As he walked along the road, Klein could occasionally see residents puffing out cigarettes outside their doors on the roadside.

In addition, a large number of them will hang a fruit called "Dalawa" around their waists.

This fruit is as big as two fists and has a very thick skin. After digging a small hole and eating the pulp, it can be used to hold water, wine, and various beverages.

According to Klein's observation, most of what they drank was the orange-yellow "Gwadar", which was sour and sweet, and could relieve heat and thirst, and was extremely refreshing.

I didn’t have time to try it before... Klein muttered, found the guard on duty at the general’s mansion, and asked to see a man named Haggis.

Based on his Loenese appearance and gentlemanly attire, the guards neither rejected nor made things difficult for him. They assigned one of them to go in and call out a man who was less than thirty years old.

The man's facial features and skin color were typical of Balam people, but his slightly curly black hair was pulled straight and neatly combed back, as if he was imitating the upper class of the countries in the Northern Continent.

He was wearing a white shirt, a black vest, and a very formal bow tie. As soon as he saw Dwayne Dantès, he spoke in standard Loenese:

"Good afternoon, I'm Haggis, it's an honor to meet you."

His accent was a bit fast, and it was different from the language style of any region in Loen.

Klein had lived in the upper class for some time, so he was not surprised to hear this. He smiled slightly and said:

"Good afternoon, I'm Dwayne Dantes. I didn't expect to meet a gentleman who is so proficient in Loenese aristocratic accent."

Haggis smiled uncontrollably.

"Many children from Loen noble families have come to East and West Balam to seek opportunities. I was fortunate enough to learn the language from several of them."

“Oh, maybe there’s someone I know.” Klein was in no hurry to talk business and greeted the other party in a gentlemanly manner.

Haggis laughed:

"My friend, Colonel Alfred Hall, is the second son of an earl."

Hall... Klein chuckled and said:

“I once met Lord Hall at a charity gala and he was a true aristocrat.

“It’s such a small world.”

Haggis nodded in agreement:

"Perhaps this is fate. Unfortunately, Alfred was transferred to East Balam last year."

He didn't say anything more and immediately invited Dwayne Dantes into the general's mansion.

When passing through the side door, Klein suddenly looked up and glanced at the colorful glass pieces inlaid on the door frame.

Under the sunlight, the pieces of glass flashed different lights, as if lines of sight were moving.

PS: The number of words is a bit short, it will be normal tomorrow.

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