Chapter 162: Reunion

Chapter 162: Reunion

Danitz opened his mouth and instinctively spat out an Intis word:

“Hotel.”

The air seemed to freeze instantly. Danitz looked at the coachman’s dark-brown skin, rough and messy black hair, relatively soft facial contours, and equally blank expression. He silently exhaled, accepted his misfortune, picked up his luggage, and walked toward the other end of the street.

“Shit! Of all people, I had to run into a coachman who doesn’t understand Intis! Shouldn’t someone taking customers near the docks know a few Northern Continent words? So many Intisians, Loenese, and Feysac people come and go here!”

As Danitz muttered, he looked ahead, searching for passersby who appeared to come from the Northern Continent, or who possessed corresponding ancestry, so that he could smoothly check into a hotel and fill his stomach.

As far as he knew, Berens Harbor had quite a lot of Intis immigrants, along with some Loenese, Feysac, and Feynapotter people. As long as he encountered one or two, communication would not be a problem.

However, Danitz felt that all this had one prerequisite: he must not pass out from heatstroke while searching.

“This damned weather!” He raised his head to look at the blue sky, white clouds, and sun that was not scorching enough to justify his suffering. Lifting a hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, he cursed with a slightly twisted expression.

Curse as he might, Danitz was actually very clear that the Southern Continent’s temperature during this season was moderate, even slightly on the low side. The reason he felt so hot was that he was wearing the Sun Brooch. However, having just arrived and not yet understood the situation here, he did not dare take the brooch off and stuff it into his suitcase. If he accidentally lost this item, he could completely imagine Gehrman Sparrow’s cold, mad gaze.

Come on, a few Northern Continent people. Any country will do. I am a great pirate who has mastered many languages…

Danitz kept muttering under his breath, his mind filled with ice-cold beer and oceans drifting with icebergs.

As he muttered, he suddenly lifted a hand and rubbed his eyes.

He had finally seen someone who was obviously of Northern Continent descent!

Moreover, it seemed, probably, perhaps, to be an acquaintance!

Ahead and to the side of Danitz, at a sunny street corner, a young man with short blond hair combed in a side part leaned against the wall, playing a silver-white harmonica.

He had emerald-green eyes and wore a white shirt with the top two buttons undone, a completely open black vest, and dark trousers. He wore a single lonely black glove. It was none other than the strongest Hunter of the Misty Sea, Anderson Hood!

What a coincidence? This fellow actually came to West Balam…

Danitz rejoiced inwardly, feeling as though he had finally grabbed a piece of driftwood amid a vast sea of people. He did not bother thinking back to Anderson’s behavior aboard the Golden Dream. He approached directly and greeted him in a standard Hunter’s tone.

“What? Couldn’t make it as a treasure hunter anymore, so you started street performing?”

He noticed that in front of Anderson, a top hat had been placed upside down. Inside were twenty or thirty brass coins, a small number belonging to Intis as copet, most of them local delisi.

—In Intis, delisi meant copper coin.

Anderson stopped playing and glanced at Danitz.

“This is not my hat.

“I just happened to pass by and saw a hat like this fallen on the ground, unnoticed by anyone. I felt a little moved, so I took out my harmonica and casually played a bit. Who knew that quite a few people would stop to listen and toss some money inside?

“A crude pirate like you probably cannot understand the charm of music. It knows no national boundaries. Let me tell you, your Captain especially likes…”

“Stop!” Danitz’s forehead twitched, cutting off whatever direction Anderson’s words might wander toward. He changed the subject and asked, “Why did you…