Chapter 203: “Meeting Up”

Chapter 203: “Meeting Up”

Anderson, who was enjoying cheese cassava bread, looked up at Danitz. With a thoughtful air, he nodded and said,

“I don’t know why, but I don’t feel like leaving West Balam just yet. Haha. Since I’ve already come all this way, how could a treasure hunter return empty-handed?

“In those vast jungles, inside all sorts of abandoned temples, there’s bound to be gold, jewels, antiques, and perhaps even mystical items waiting for us to rescue them!”

Danitz curled his lip and gulped down the last of the Guadar in his cup.

It was a drink made from a berry native to West Balam. Orange-yellow in color, sweet with a hint of tartness, it cooled the body, quenched thirst, and contained a certain amount of caffeine, helping people resist fatigue and remain clear-headed.

After setting down the cup and taking up a napkin to wipe his mouth, Danitz finally gave a short “heh.”

“I keep feeling like you’re plotting something.”

“I hope so too.” Anderson did not mind at all, and smiled.

He was having coffee with his breakfast.

In East and West Balam, there were many excellent coffee-growing regions. Their fame was only slightly inferior to the highland coffee of Feynapotter, the highland coffee of the Southern Continent, and the Felmo coffee from the Pas Valley near the Star Plateau.

Without waiting for Danitz to say more, Anderson smiled and continued,

“Isn’t this actually rather nice? I provide protection for free, and you act as my translator. We both benefit.”

Thinking of how he was still only a Sequence 7, and how he was wanted by one faction after another, Danitz inexplicably felt that Anderson’s words made some sense.

He coughed lightly and said,

“But at certain times, I’ll need you to make yourself scarce.”

“If you say ‘please,’ I have no problem with that,” Anderson replied with perfect ease.

Danitz immediately draped on his cloak and walked toward the hotel entrance, preparing to begin the day’s investigation.

On the way, he suddenly blurted out,

“Have you ever had this kind of experience? Often dreaming that an angel descends and wraps you layer upon layer in its wings?

“No, not only dreaming. Sometimes, even when awake, you occasionally experience the same hallucination.”

Anderson glanced at the glove Danitz was wearing. After pondering for a few seconds, he smiled.

“Did you start believing in some hidden existence?

“Or did you come into contact with some ancient object?”

Danitz’s expression stiffened. He forced out a smile.

“If it were as simple as you say, I’d have guessed the reason long ago!”

As he spoke, he brushed past three men entering through the hotel door and went outside.

Anderson had a habit of sizing up passersby and confirming his surroundings, so he casually glanced at the three men. He found that they were one master and two servants. The master was tall, with somewhat brown skin and gentle features; he seemed to be of mixed Balamese and Loenese blood, while his dress leaned more toward the Northern Continent style—a silk top hat, black formalwear, and a gold-inlaid cane.

One of the two servants was a standard local, seemingly from a plantation, holding the master’s spare cane and leather suitcase. The other was also mixed-blood, with a fleshy face, loose clothing, and a rapier at his waist, as though he served as a bodyguard as well.

Anderson withdrew his gaze without paying them much mind and followed Danitz onto the street.

With great interest, he pointed toward coffins of different shapes, some pulled by horses and others carried by men.

“Want to try one of those?

“They’re quite interesting. After you get used to them, you’ll feel death isn’t anything frightening. Maybe one day, you’ll push open the lid and stand up again.”

Danitz looked askance at those strange vehicles and shook his head without the slightest hesitation.

“As a pirate, you more or less have to believe in the Lord of Storms and avoid certain taboos. Staying away from coffins is one of…