Chapter 164: Daly’s Probe

Chapter 164: Daly’s Probe

Going out at night to buy a dictionary in a city with a somewhat chaotic situation, while also having the appearance of an Intisian, is indeed rather dangerous… No. I cannot keep wearing this glove all the time…

Danitz froze for several seconds, then abruptly raised his hand and undid the glove, attempting to take it off.

But halfway through the motion, he suddenly stopped again. He sized Anderson up twice, swept his gaze over the black glove on the other man’s left palm, and laughed dryly as he put the glove back on.

“I think that in the Southern Continent—in this place—the most important thing is still one’s own strength,” Danitz added with a smile that did not reach his eyes.

Anderson’s expression did not change in the slightest. He was still rubbing his chin.

“Then what do you plan to do?”

Danitz pointed toward the staircase.

“I plan to find the hotel owner and borrow his dictionary. I doubt he would refuse to teach his child Dutanese.”

“That is one approach, but even if you have a dictionary, you will not be able to learn the language in a short time. Even mastering a small number of words will be quite difficult. After all, it belongs to a different system from the Northern Continent’s languages.” Anderson clicked his tongue. “Why not let me give you a solution? Your captain should have taught you some ritual magic from the domain of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, right?”

“Right.” Danitz nodded without thinking.

Anderson clapped his hands.

“Then I can teach you a new ritual magic. By praying to the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, you can obtain the ability to understand, recognize, and write Dutanese for one week.”

Danitz shook his head without hesitation.

“I believe in the Lord of Storms, not the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. The reason I could receive responses from certain ritual magic before was because of the Captain.”

At this point, he glanced at Anderson.

“Were you not born in Segar and raised in Lenburg? And weren’t you classmates with the Captain?

“Then you should also be a believer of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. Wouldn’t it be more appropriate and more effective for you to hold that ritual?”

Anderson shook his head with a smile.

“Even among believers, those who truly receive a response are only a very small minority.”

He thought for a moment as though considering.

“The best method is still to find priests or bishops from the Church of Knowledge and have them help make some charms. Mm. I remember Berens Harbor has a few missionaries from Lenburg. Why don’t we visit them tomorrow…”

Danitz was just about to say yes when his expression suddenly turned suspicious.

“I keep feeling like you have some conspiracy…”

Anderson’s expression immediately stiffened a little.

…

On the airship, Klein was wearing his safety belt, covered with a blanket, leaning against the chair back, and already sunk into deep sleep.

Outside the window, the night was pitch black. Lights on the ground were sparse. The scenery seemed to drift backward slowly, yet it was actually moving fast. Everything appeared peaceful and calm.

After an unknown length of time, Klein abruptly woke and moved his neck.

—Because he had Death Knell on him, he had drunk quite a lot of water and had been woken by swelling in his lower abdomen.

Lifting the blanket and unfastening the safety belt, Klein covered his mouth as he yawned. He walked out of the lounge and headed toward the washroom at one corner of the hall.

After happily resolving the problem and washing his hands, he had just turned and walked out of the washroom, returning to the hall, when he suddenly saw a figure.

That figure stood in a place where the light was dim, wearing a dark black robe, blue eyeshadow, and blush. At first glance, she looked like a ghostly shadow drifting out of a morgue.

Madam Daly…

Klein undoubtedly recognized her. He immediately reacted as though startled.

Daly walked several steps, lifted her head to look at Dawn…