Chapter 22: The Red Skull Pirate Crew

Chapter 22: The Red Skull Pirate Crew

A Beyonder was allowed to leave the fleet?

Without Danitz needing to explain further, Klein easily understood why he found it strange.

In a Nighthawks team, even purely clerical personnel were subject to strict restrictions. Normal resignation required signing a lifelong confidentiality agreement. Without approval, one could not leave the jurisdiction of the Nighthawks team to which one originally belonged. After receiving permission to relocate to another city, one had to register with the local Church of Evernight at the first opportunity.

From such regulations, one could see the official attitude toward extraordinary powers and corresponding matters. A Beyonder who had consumed a potion could not simply leave an organization so easily.

Klein clearly remembered that Miss Justice had initially possessed channels and methods to become a Beyonder, yet had been unwilling to try. Her stated reason was that she did not want to lose her freedom.

Similar thoughts circled through his mind but did not become words, because the polite yet cold Gehrman Sparrow would not be interested in such rumors.

“So what?” Klein looked at the cutlery on the table and calmly asked in return.

Do you even know how to hold a conversation? Blazing Danitz secretly drew in a breath and squeezed out a smile.

“Haha, I just find it strange. We all suspect that he joined MI9 and is using his identity as captain to monitor matters along the route.”

That is possible… Klein picked up the glass of plain water and took a sip.

The dishes he had ordered began arriving one after another according to their categories. The restaurant also presented them with two glasses of sweet, bubbling, pale-golden aperitif.

Klein stopped speaking and focused on enjoying the food, feeling that it was indeed far better than the second-class dining room.

The violin music flowed elegantly. The faint contact between knives, forks, and porcelain plates sounded here and there. Outside the window, the blue and open sea quietly rippled. Everything seemed so beautiful.

Just as Klein entered the dessert stage, a crewman came running in with loud steps, heading straight for Elland’s table.

“Captain, there is a pirate ship!” He did not hide his voice.

Most of the passengers were startled and stopped eating.

Klein lifted his head. His eyes, dark and cold, turned toward Danitz opposite him.

Blazing Danitz stiffened for a second. A bitter smile rose to his face, and he lowered his voice.

“If I say this has absolutely nothing to do with me, will you believe it?”

Klein relaxed the eyelid muscles that had nearly twitched from the performance and slowly drew up the corners of his mouth.

“Guess.”

Guess your mother! Danitz was overwhelmed by anger and nearly cursed out loud.

Maintaining his smile, he said, “Your wisdom is enough to judge everything.”

At this time, Elland had quickly clarified the situation. He stood and addressed the somewhat panicked first-class passengers.

“There is only one pirate ship. We have enough ability to handle it.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please return to your rooms in an orderly fashion and wait for good news. Believe me, the damage caused by chaos far exceeds that of a pirate attack. I do not want rumors to spread in the future saying that although the White Agate successfully repelled pirates, five, six, seven, or eight passengers injured themselves by falling.”

Under his arrangements, and with the crew maintaining order, Donna and the others left the dining room one by one and returned to their own cabins. This included Klein and Blazing Danitz.

“I thought you would temporarily take over the White Agate and strive to protect the ship from any harm.” In Room 312, Danitz closed the door as he asked with the attitude of someone watching a play.

The fact that he had thrown out an olive branch the moment he found a suitable candidate, and had gone on at length about principles and treatment, was enough to prove…