Chapter 225: Danitz’s Request

Chapter 225: Danitz’s Request

Bayam had arrived? Hearing this, Klein stood up and looked outside, seeing the familiar private harbor belonging to the Resistance.

He did not show any surprise. Instead, he frankly said, “Faster than I expected.”

It was at least three hours earlier than he had estimated!

“It is also faster than I expected,” Edwina said, withdrawing her gaze and agreeing with Gehrman Sparrow’s words.

But those are all irrelevant details… Klein lowered his head and, feigning casualness, quickly flipped through the remaining contents of The Book of Three Worlds. Then he handed it back to Vice Admiral Iceberg and said, “This concludes our exchange.”

Edwina silently looked at the book. Her lips parted slightly, then closed again.

She accepted The Book of Three Worlds and placed it on the desk. Then she rose and bowed.

“I hope there will be more opportunities to exchange ideas with you in the future. Your accomplishments in ancient history are admirable.”

If it had been Klein’s own personality, he would surely have responded with a few modest remarks and praised Vice Admiral Iceberg for possessing similarly broad knowledge. But now, he was the crazy adventurer Gehrman Sparrow. He could only nod slightly and say, “We are collaborators.”

That meant there would be chances in the future.

He said nothing more. Leaving the captain’s cabin, he returned to his own room, easily packed his suitcase, and waited until the Golden Dream entered port before going all the way down to the deck.

By now, quite a few crew members had gathered on deck. Among them were Gourmet Bru Walls, Singer Orpheus, Flower Bow Tie Jodeson, and other high-ranking pirates with considerable bounties.

They wore sincere smiles and repeatedly waved at Klein, looking extremely warm. Barrel, Iron Sheet, and several others even appeared excited, and began singing a song to send off their guests.

When did I become so close to them? Klein lampooned inwardly. He crossed past the pirates and walked to the gangway.

Anderson Hood leaned there, clothes neat and hair perfectly arranged, smiling as he said, “What they probably want to say is: goodbye—no, may we never meet again.

“Gehrman, do you know how dangerous you’ve been during this time? You nearly became the enemy of the entire crew. They wished they could make the Golden Dream reach Bayam in only five minutes.”

Klein was about to respond when he saw Danitz, wearing a black cloak, jog over.

Is this fellow really striving to improve and preparing to leave the Golden Dream to operate alone? That doesn’t quite fit my plan. Around Vice Admiral Iceberg, near the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, he has the most value as a believer of The Fool… Still, it doesn’t really matter. If Danitz can grow, that is more meaningful than anything… Klein habitually weighed the matter, then threw away unnecessary thoughts. He watched Danitz indifferently, waiting for him to speak on his own.

Danitz opened his mouth with a serious expression, yet failed to say anything. In the end, he could only laugh dryly twice and ask Anderson, “Do you have the Conspirer potion formula?”

“I do.” Anderson grinned. “But I don’t plan to sell it to you.”

Danitz’s face instantly darkened, while Anderson continued speaking without the slightest concern.

“What meaning would there be in you getting the Conspirer potion formula now? If you tried to advance now, you would definitely lose control!

“Friend, go and act as a Hunter again. Then comes Provoker, then Pyromaniac. Heh, as for that Giant’s Heart, you’d best find an Artisan to turn it into a defensive mystical item. Otherwise, I’m afraid you’ll get beaten to death one day.

“Once you’re certain you have enough confidence, ask your captain for the Conspirer potion formula. She has it.

“Of course, heh, I think this is probably as far as you go. The requirements for Conspirer are very high.”

As Danitz was mocked until his facial muscles twitched, he also carefully memorized every word Anderson said. After all, this fellow was known as the Strongest Hunter and possessed abundant experience in this pathway. And Danitz vaguely understood that the key was “acting.” He suspected that the Captain’s previous teachings had also been pointing in that direction, just not as explicitly.

“One day, I’ll let you know what a true Conspirer is!” Danitz stubbornly said, then turned to look at Gehrman Sparrow.

Clearing his throat, not daring to look directly into the other man’s eyes, he said, “I’ve already applied to the Captain. From now on, I’ll frequently contact the Resistance and often appear in Bayam.”

Meaning, he doesn’t want to leave the Golden Dream, but he’ll often look for opportunities to temper himself? Heh. Why does this feel like reporting work to a direct superior? Klein laughed silently and gave a simple “Mm.”

Danitz immediately let out a breath. His whole body became much more at ease. If not for the fact that his companions were all watching from behind, he would definitely have gone forward diligently to help Gehrman Sparrow carry his suitcase, escorting him all the way to the pier.

After watching Gehrman and Anderson leave, cautious Danitz decided that beginning tonight, he would pray once a day to The Fool, displaying his devotion so that no bad accident would occur.

Inside the Resistance’s private harbor, Anderson saw Gehrman Sparrow turn without hesitation onto a newly built road, then leave the jungle by the shortest route.

“You’re very familiar with this place, aren’t you? The last time I came, this road didn’t exist.” Anderson casually chatted, half out of boredom and half out of emotion.

Of course. Every day, many people pray to me and report what they’ve done, and I occasionally respond—for instance, by guiding them to build this road… Klein felt proud for two seconds, then said with an indifferent expression, “Where does that friend of yours live?”

“In a manor outside Bayam.” Anderson quickened his pace and began leading the way.

One hour passed. He brought Klein to the outside of a manor, where the layered scents of various spices blended thickly together, forming an indescribably exotic flavor.

After informing the gatekeeper of the purpose of their visit, the two did not have to wait long before they saw a man of medium height, under 1.75 meters tall, walking over with a butler and male servant beside him.

The man had a slightly yellowish complexion and a sun-tanned look. His features were comparatively soft, but his eye sockets were much deeper than those of Loenese people.

For Klein, that was already enough to make a preliminary judgment regarding the other man’s origin: a citizen of the Kingdom of Feynapotter with Highlander blood.

The man had become somewhat plump, his round face quite amiable. The moment he saw the Strongest Hunter, he immediately laughed and said, “Anderson, you still haven’t died?”

“I’m waiting to attend your funeral,” Anderson replied without mercy. Then he turned slightly toward Klein and said, “Olkfa Connacris. The physician from my former team.”

He did not introduce Gehrman Sparrow to Olkfa. Instead, he said cheerfully, “I’ve brought you good business.”

Olkfa instantly understood Anderson’s meaning. Without asking in front of the male servant and butler, he led the two toward the manor’s main house.

Along the way, Klein saw buildings such as a windmill, bakery, brewery, and militia training camp. The whole manor was like a small kingdom, almost completely self-sufficient except for lacking a blacksmith, because buying most steel products at market was cheaper than making them oneself.

This is an idyllic, pastoral lifestyle… Klein silently sighed as he followed Olkfa into the main house and reached his study.

Olkfa did not invite the lady of the house, nor did he bring his child to meet Anderson and Klein. Clearly, he did not wish for them to have even the slightest contact with the dangerous, mysterious world. Therefore, after closing the door, he looked directly at Anderson and asked, “What business?”

“Didn’t you want to sell that revolver? He’s interested.” Anderson pointed at Klein. “Gehrman Sparrow.”

“Gehrman Sparrow? The powerful adventurer who easily hunted down Steel Maveti?” Olkfa said, somewhat surprised but not afraid.

Although he had already distanced himself from adventuring, he knew very well that he could not afford carelessness. Therefore, while living in Bayam, he took the initiative to gather necessary information so he could avoid unexpected calamities.

Hearing that, Anderson gave a disdainful laugh.

“Your information is too outdated!

“This gentleman’s current record is successfully hunting Slaughterer Gilchies—and surviving until today.”

“Gilchies? The Undying King’s second mate?” Olkfa’s expression changed at once, shock impossible to hide beneath the guardedness in his eyes.

“Correct!” Anderson laughed at himself. “In the pirates’ paradise, he is now the publicly acknowledged Strongest Hunter.”

Olkfa swallowed, looked at Klein, and revealed an uneasy smile.

“I believe you have the ability to buy Death Knell.”

“Death Knell?” Klein asked with interest, though none of it showed on the surface.

“That is the name of the revolver. It is an old partner that accompanied me for ten years. Sigh, if it did not overlap in function with another mystical item on me, and if it were not of limited use in my current circumstances, I would never bear to sell it,” Olkfa replied with a sigh.

At that moment, Anderson clicked his tongue and laughed.

“That isn’t what you used to say. You said you preferred farming tools.”

A Planter… Combining Anderson’s words with Olkfa’s appearance, Klein made the corresponding judgment.

At the same time, the names of the corresponding potions flashed through his mind: Sequence 9, Planter; Sequence 8, Doctor, known in ancient times as Healing Priest; Sequence 7, Harvest Priest.

No wonder Anderson introduced him as the physician from his former team… Klein thought for a moment, then asked, “Do you know Frank Lee?”

“Haha, no. Although I’m Feynapotterian, my formula and ingredients were accumulated by myself bit by bit and have nothing to do with the Church of the Earth Mother. So I don’t dare return to Feynapotter at all. However, I have heard of Frank Lee. He is someone who gives the Church quite a headache,” Olkfa answered frankly. “To be only a Sequence 6 Biologist, yet receive such attention from the Church… sometimes I truly want to meet him.”

No. You would regret that thought… From Olkfa’s answer, Klein could tell that he believed in the Earth Mother and was very likely a Sequence 5 powerhouse.

Beside him, Anderson’s face twitched noticeably after hearing Olkfa’s words. As though still traumatized, he said, “He truly is someone who gives people headaches. In a certain sense, he can be called a devil. His abilities and ideas far exceed the level of Sequence 6… All right, let’s not mention him. Every time he comes up, I remember that milk spraying out.”

Olkfa looked doubtfully at the two men across from him, restrained his curiosity, walked to the desk, opened a drawer, and took out an iron-black handgun with a barrel slightly longer than that of an ordinary revolver.

“This is Death Knell,” Olkfa introduced solemnly.