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 Dantes’s face, and let her gaze linger on his eyes. Then she outlined a smile.

“Your eyes and bearing resemble a friend of mine very much. Especially the eyes.”

Klein immediately pretended to relax and laughed.

“Ma’am, if we exchanged genders, that would be the standard opening line for flirting.”

Daly’s gaze did not move away. She chuckled.

“No need to exchange genders. Gender cannot change the definition of such behavior.

“If it were some other time and I spoke to you like this, then I truly would be trying to trick you into bed—or even all the way into a church.

“But I do not have that thought right now. I walked over only because your eyes truly reminded me of him.”

It is really hard to hold my own in a conversation with Madam Daly… I cannot let her seize the initiative. Otherwise, she may notice that Dawn Dantes is not a playboy with broad tastes or a master of flirtation, but an inexperienced person who feels uncomfortable in front of charming women… I must take the initiative and lead the topic…

As Klein’s thoughts turned, he asked directly, in a half-joking tone, “Ma’am, do you like that friend?”

Daly froze for a second, then lifted an eyebrow, lowered her head, and laughed.

“That is not something that needs to be hidden.

“If he could be like you, that would be wonderful—if he could take the initiative toward women and knew how to create an ambiguous atmosphere. In that case, perhaps we would even have children by now.

“Unfortunately, he is a conservative person. When he chats with me, he only talks about serious matters and experience. If I give him even a slight hint or tell a few jokes that go too far, he acts very uncomfortable and always finds excuses to leave. He looks old, his hair is poorly maintained, his memory is terrible, and he can even forget my birthday. When I think of him, I become so angry that I want to shove him straight onto a bed and tie his hands to the rails at the headboard…”

Klein looked at the top of Daly’s head with deep eyes. He sighed and interrupted her words.

“Ma’am, you are saying too much.”

Daly lifted her head. Her smile was no different from before.

“I thought you would continue this topic in depth.”

Klein laughed once.

“Then why have you not put those thoughts into action? I can tell that you are not a woman who only talks.”

Daly gave a heh.

“Guess.”

Immediately afterward, she nodded.

“Thank you for not saying that I was harassing you.”

As she spoke, she turned and walked back toward the large lounge where the Red Gloves were. The corners of Klein’s mouth curled slightly as he shook his head and walked toward his own cabin.

Arriving at the entrance of the large lounge, Daly’s gaze, which had fallen toward the floor ahead, suddenly saw a pair of strapless leather shoes.

Her gaze moved upward. Reflected in her eyes was Leonard Mitchell, with black hair and green eyes.

Leonard glanced toward the lounge Dawn Dantes had entered and lowered his voice.

“He has quite a few secrets. He is not that simple.”

Daly lightly laughed and nodded.

“I know.”

After speaking, she walked past Leonard Mitchell with an easy stride and entered the large lounge.

After moving a few meters forward, she slowed her steps and once again slightly lowered her head.

Leonard remained standing at the doorway, watching the elongated shadow cast by the light outside. Slowly and soundlessly, he exhaled.

Inside the small lounge, Klein stood by the door, raised his right hand, and rubbed both temples, as though he were a statue.

…

City of Silver, Berg household.

Derrick sat on a stool, gnawing on bread baked from black-face grass powder while seriously listing in his mind the things he had recently needed to do but had not yet completed:

“I still have not asked about the Bizarro Bane information Mr. World needs… My merit points for the Sequence 5 vampire Beyonder characteristic are still short by quite a lot… I only have three friends, which still is not enough… The matter of the former Chief’s mausoleum has only a little clue…”

As thoughts flashed one by one, Derrick filled his stomach, removed his upper garment, and took out an open-mouthed container polished from stone. Using the viscous black liquid inside, he began applying it to the visible bruises over his body.

Although only black-face grass could be eaten around the City of Silver, it was not the only plant there. There were many kinds, strange and bizarre, relying on different abilities to survive and reproduce in an environment without the sun, leaving only lightning and darkness. One of the City of Silver’s traditions was to select different plants and pair them with corresponding organs of monsters, boiling them into various ointments. These were very effective at treating most injuries and illnesses, ensuring that most residents would not lose their lives over minor problems.

—This was a tradition formed over generations of Demon Hunters, who had gradually simplified and fixed their magical potions, sacred ointments, and essential oil formulas obtained through potions into lower-level products.

After finishing with the ointment and smelling its rather pungent, fishy stench, Derrick was just about to put his clothes back on when he suddenly heard knock, knock, knock at the door.

His mind instinctively tensed. Picking up Thunder God’s Roar, the deep-blue giant hammer wrapped in lightning, he cautiously approached the door, ready at any time to kill whatever monster might emerge from the darkness.

“Who is it?” Derrick asked in a deep voice.

From outside came a slightly rough voice:

“Valer.”

At the same time, clear, pure light illuminated the crack beneath the door and the window. This was the power of a Dawn Paladin.

Derrick relaxed and opened the door in greeting.

“Valer, aren’t you supposed to lead a patrol team today?”

Valer was 2.2 meters tall. He was Derrick’s new friend and also the friend Derrick recognized most, because the other party often restrained his strength to a considerable degree and was someone who took care of his companions.

In addition, the patrol area that had recently included the former Chief’s mausoleum was precisely Valer’s squad.

Valer had brownish-yellow hair similar to Derrick’s and a thick beard. His favorite activity was fighting others. Hearing the question, he laughed.

“The six-member council just ordered our squad to go around the area where the former Chief’s mausoleum is located. And that was the last place remaining in our patrol mission.

“Come on. Let us go to the training grounds and get some exercise!”

The six-member council deliberately had the patrol team avoid that area? Can they open the former Chief’s mausoleum door today? I wonder what will happen… I hope there is no conspiracy on Elder Lovia’s side…

Derrick was startled, immediately forming associations, but he did not know what he could do.

Just as he hesitated while putting on his clothes, preparing to head out and go to the training grounds with Valer, a figure grew out of the shadows along the street and spoke:

“Derrick Berg. The Chief wants you to go to the round tower.”