Chapter 92: An Unsuccessful Attempt

Chapter 92: An Unsuccessful Attempt

Meet Vice Admiral Iceberg Edwina Edwards at Gargas? Klein froze for a second and nearly frowned.

To him, this was not unacceptable. On the contrary, he could take the opportunity to have a discussion, ask in person about trivial details that were difficult to explain in a letter, and perhaps obtain inspiration from it, accumulating intelligence for his later advancement and future acquisition of High-Sequence potion formulas.

One more friend, one more channel… Klein silently recited that sentence in his heart. He pulled out a heavy gold coin and, right in front of Blazing Danitz, divined whether this trip would be very dangerous.

The shining gold coin rose, flipped, and fell back into Klein’s palm with the number side facing upward.

This was a negative result, indicating that Klein and Vice Admiral Iceberg Edwina’s meeting at Gargas Harbor would not be very dangerous.

Klein lifted his gaze and looked at Danitz. His voice was flat as he said, “Alright.”

“On behalf of the captain, I thank you for accepting the invitation.” Danitz quietly breathed a sigh of relief. His smile lifted at the corners of his eyes and relaxed his brows.

Klein glanced at the wall clock and said, “I will use the washroom first.”

Use the washroom first? Does that mean we will go out afterward, and he will use his identity to help me buy ship tickets? Danitz’s gaze subconsciously followed Gehrman Sparrow’s figure. Keenly, he tasted the unspoken meaning behind the words.

After confirming it above the gray fog with pendulum divination, Klein washed his hands, left the washroom, and said to Danitz, “Out.”

“Me?” Danitz pointed at himself.

Klein put on his coat while nodding.

“Actually, there is no need, right? You can directly find Elland and have him help get two tickets…” Danitz offered his sincere opinion.

Klein swept him with an icy glance and said nothing. He put on his top hat, opened the door, and left.

Danitz shuddered and swallowed back his second suggestion: buying fake identification, then relying on Gehrman Sparrow’s ability to change appearance and build to obtain two tickets through regular channels.

He wrapped his scarf again, pressed down his flat cap, and quickly followed Gehrman Sparrow.

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Nearly twenty minutes later, Klein pointed toward the lively noise coming from diagonally ahead and said, “This is the place?”

It was precisely the Seaweed Bar where Danitz had recently failed to buy a black-market ticket.

“Yes…” Danitz had not expected them to circle back here and was momentarily stunned.

Along the way, he had already roughly described what had happened during his time out, so he did not understand why Gehrman Sparrow wanted to return.

As thoughts spun rapidly, he suddenly produced a guess and blurted out, “You—are you thinking of helping me get revenge?”

This fellow may be insane, but as a friend, he is actually quite decent. That could be seen from how he risked danger entering Bansy Harbor for Elland and the others… Danitz sincerely sighed inwardly.

Klein glanced at him without saying a word and stepped into the Seaweed Bar.

“Actually, there is no need…” Danitz followed behind, trying to persuade him, though not very firmly.

As far as he himself was concerned, if he were not afraid of making too much noise, pouring cement over that gang of robbers and sinking them to the bottom of the sea would be simply wonderful.

Inside the bar, the atmosphere was loud and lively. Distinctively local music echoed through the place, creating a somewhat psychedelic sensation.

Danitz carefully looked around, searching for the group who had tried to rob him and for the well-known pirate Blue Eyes Meath and his people.

“That is Deniel,” Danitz casually introduced the black-market merchant.

What a pity. It is too chaotic here. I do not even know if those fellows are still around… he thought with regret.

Klein followed his gaze and stroked Creeping Hunger on his left hand with his right.

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