Chapter 122: Confession

Chapter 122: Confession

Early morning, 160 Böklund Street.

After Klein got up, washed, and dressed, he did not rush to open the door and go out. He first took four steps counterclockwise and entered above the gray fog.

He then manifested the World, Gehrman Sparrow, making the dummy pray devoutly:

“Great Mr. Fool, please relay two sentences to Danitz:

“I need him to provide information on West Balam, preferably with attached personal connections.

“Also, tell him to be careful of people from the Evernight Church recently.”

…

On the Golden Dream, which saw the sun earlier than Backlund, Danitz was holding a glass of malt beer and sitting in the shadows, avoiding the fierce glare.

In another fifteen minutes, class will start again. Captain says that a qualified treasure hunter must grasp sufficient mathematical knowledge… Ah, this truly gives me a headache, but I am also a little looking forward to it. Shit!

Danitz rested one hand on his knee and gulped down a mouthful of beer.

Just then, gray fog spread before his eyes, and a blurry figure looking down upon everything appeared. By his ear echoed Gehrman Sparrow’s voice.

Information on West Balam? Although we went there searching for lost ancient treasures and got to know a few tribal natives, that is about it. There is not much more to say… This is so troublesome. I have to run around again. Why does Gehrman Sparrow have so many things to do!

Danitz silently complained. Then he warily glanced left and right, afraid that the madman might suddenly leap out.

Drawing in a breath, he thought about how he needed to work hard to grow stronger, lest he be utterly unable to help if the captain were in danger and could only shamefully hide behind her. Danitz slapped his cheeks several times with his free hand, then abruptly flipped over and stood up.

He immediately left his shadowy spot, found Tinplate, Bucket, and several other companions, and asked whom he should consult if he wanted a deeper understanding of West Balam. He received almost unanimous answers:

“Captain Edwina Edwards, or Anderson Hood, who previously attended the bonfire party aboard the ship.”

If I directly ask Captain, will she suspect me and think I have secrets, secretly serving someone else? But Anderson, that fellow, has run off to who knows where. Shit!

Danitz fell briefly into difficulty. He could not help shifting his thoughts to Gehrman Sparrow’s later warning:

“Be careful of people from the Evernight Church!”

Danitz was not stupid. He knew anything specially emphasized by that mad adventurer would not be simple. In other words, he believed that there was a high probability he would soon become a key capture target of the Evernight Church, madly pursued by the Red Gloves!

Besides the Evernight Church, the Church of Storms and the military are also targeting me. It is said that each has sent an entire team…

Danitz thought with a trembling heart.

Very quickly, an expression mingling confusion and bitterness appeared on his face. He muttered in a low voice, “But I haven’t done anything…”

…

After relaying the request to collect information on West Balam to Admiral of Stars Cattleya, Klein left the gray fog and returned to the real world. Just as usual, he ate breakfast and attended his tutor’s lessons.

After waking from his afternoon nap, he changed into formal outdoor clothes with the help of his personal valet Richardson, then boarded the carriage that had long since been waiting at the door.

“To Saint Samuel Cathedral,” Klein said to the coachman, half-leaning against the carriage wall.

He considered that since he was still maintaining the identity of Dawn Dantes, it was best not to casually change the persona he had set before. Therefore, the frequency of his visits to Saint Samuel Cathedral could not fall, and the donations could not decrease.

Moreover, this would effectively wash away part of the suspicion. After all, few would imagine that the “criminal” who had infiltrated behind…