Chapter 240: An Unquiet Night

Chapter 240: An Unquiet Night

Because Silver Coin Viper Odell was not a pirate, the various rumors about him were mixed between truth and falsehood, making them difficult to untangle. Klein withdrew his gaze from the stairway and walked to the bar counter, finding a seat. He lightly tapped the counter and said, “One Zarhar.”

This was a local malt beer, considerably cheaper than Southville beer shipped over from the Northern Continent.

“Three pence.” The bartender had also recovered from the silent state and picked up an overturned cup.

The patrons in the bar began whispering among themselves as well. Under the glow of gas wall lamps, they discussed why Silver Coin Viper Odell had bought ten tickets.

“He’s definitely being tracked. Three ships, ten tickets—that’s to stop the pursuers from figuring out which ship they’ll board!” a gang member with rolled-up sleeves and tattooed arms said, offering an opinion based on his two experiences fleeing trouble.

An adventurer drinking Lie Longqi sneered. “You don’t understand Odell. If his plan were really that simple, he wouldn’t have the nickname Silver Coin Viper.

“I dare bet they won’t board any of the passenger ships represented by those ten tickets!

“The only thing that can be confirmed is that they’re going to Pritz Harbor.”

Another adventurer shook his head. “Maybe even the information about going to Pritz Harbor is false.”

The gang member from earlier was stunned as he listened, but unwilling to concede, he said, “According to your descriptions, Odell might have already thought of everything you thought of. So perhaps he really does want to go to Pritz Harbor and really will board one of those three ships!”

The two adventurers opened their mouths to refute him, but after carefully thinking about it, they found that there really was a considerable possibility. For a moment, neither could say anything.

This made the gang member extremely happy. He finished the rest of his strong liquor in one gulp.

Klein, meanwhile, held his glass of Zarhar, slowly sipping while idly listening from the side and waiting for the fake identity documents and ship ticket he needed to return.

“Still three quarters of an hour. I hope nothing unexpected happens. I hope the bar doesn’t descend into chaos…” He silently prayed and drew a crimson moon in his heart.

The light-yellow beer lowered at a slow speed. From time to time, Klein looked toward the wall clock, and from time to time, he glanced at the door, hoping time would pass more quickly.

Over half an hour later, the bar door suddenly opened with a bang, letting the night wind pour in from outside.

No way… The corner of Klein’s mouth twitched slightly. Suppressing the urge to smile bitterly, he turned sideways and looked toward the source of the sound.

Five people appeared at the entrance. The leader had black hair and brown eyes, with deeply carved features and hard lines, very much bearing Loen traits. He appeared to be in his early forties.

His expression was cold and solemn, authority naturally emanating from him. The patrons inside the bar unconsciously fell silent again.

Behind him, three men and one woman all wore trench coats and openly held revolvers, as though prepared to aim and fire the moment anything abnormal happened.

I don’t know them. They aren’t on any wanted notices and have no bounties… Klein muttered inwardly, maintaining his spectator posture.

The five intruders suddenly spread out, each arriving before different drinkers. Slightly bending down, they looked at them and asked one after another, “Where is Silver Coin Viper Odell?”

The patrons were still hesitating over whether they should answer when they saw the black muzzles of guns pointed at them. The white ivory or black ebony grips displayed a strange beauty under the light.

“He—they went upstairs!” the questioned patrons almost simultaneously pointed toward the stairway.

There really are people tracking Odell. Are they trying to deal with the Queen…