Chapter 36: When a Man Is About to Die

Chapter 36: When a Man Is About to Die

Klein said nothing more. Nor did he pay any attention to Danitz. He pressed down on his hat, carried his suitcase, and walked toward the gangway, descending step by step.

He is really letting me go? Blazing Danitz stood on the deck, his face full of suspicion.

Although he had long expected such an ending, and although he had been able to imagine today’s scene from when Gehrman Sparrow had directly let him go at Damir Harbor, he still found it somewhat unbelievable. It all felt too simple, too easy.

No matter what, I am worth 3,000 gold pounds. No—this is only the bounty issued unilaterally by Loen! Isn’t Gehrman Sparrow, that lunatic, an adventurer? How can he let such a huge amount of wealth sitting right before him go? I do not understand… Heh. A normal person really cannot understand a madman… Danitz gradually recovered himself. Carrying his luggage, he cautiously walked down the gangway and stepped onto the cement ground of the harbor.

He straightened his back, lifted his head, and glanced toward Gehrman Sparrow’s back. He discovered that the other party truly did not look back, heading along the road straight toward Seawall Street.

Danitz did not dare be careless. He immediately turned and left by another road, sometimes turning and changing directions, sometimes using obstacles to look back, doing everything he could to ensure he was not being followed.

Very soon, he arrived at a row of houses near the dock warehouses.

Gehrman Sparrow really did not use me as bait… After repeatedly examining the situation, Danitz finally relaxed completely.

At that moment, he felt he had finally gained liberation. A boatswain of a pirate admiral no longer needed to be oppressed and ordered about like a servant!

I can already foresee tomorrow being incomparably wonderful. A whole group of fellows will compete to flatter me and want to be my servants! In excellent spirits, Danitz knocked on the door—three long knocks followed by three short ones, in a very rhythmic pattern.

Heh heh. Gehrman Sparrow wanted me to explain the pirates’ contact points in Bayam. Of course I only told him about those fellows who have a bad relationship with us. He definitely cannot imagine that our Golden Dream’s contact point is right by the dock… Danitz picked his nose and breathed in the refreshing sea breeze before the rain fell.

Bayam was the support point of the Kingdom of Loen’s colonial rule in the Central Sonia Sea, and one of the largest cities in the region. It held no small number of powerful official Beyonders. No matter how arrogant a pirate might be, they would not dare appear openly here. Most of the time, they relied on local gangs or people with deep backgrounds to dispose of stolen goods and purchase necessities.

Of course, this did not mean they would not come to Bayam. The city’s Red Theater was the most famous brothel on this stretch of sea. Countless pirates came here drawn by its reputation. Even if one or two of their peers were arrested there every so often, that did nothing to stop them from continuing one after another.

Apart from the spice trade, the brothel industry was another major pillar of the Rorsted Archipelago. In addition to the Red Theater, brothels large and small, open and hidden, were everywhere, fully satisfying the cravings of those robust men from the sea. As for female pirates, they did not need to worry about this problem. So long as they were willing, they could be satisfied at any time. After all, there were many mouths to eat, but little meat to divide; on the sea where belief in the Lord of Storms was widespread, the number of women had always been small.

Similarly, underground transactions in Beyonder materials and matters related to mysticism were also rather frequent here, with many circles.

Those small harbors are still better. We are not afraid of being discovered there at all. We can openly sit in bars, argue with adventurers across from us until…