Chapter 94: Vice Admiral Iceberg’s Collection Room

Chapter 94: Vice Admiral Iceberg’s Collection Room

Is she suspecting something? Klein looked straight into Edwina’s eyes without moving away, flickering, or dodging.

After learning that Danitz had revealed to Vice Admiral Iceberg that he had once made a sacrifice to Kalvetua shortly before the sea serpent’s death, Klein had already prepared for the corresponding situation. If he were sitting on a sofa rather than standing at the ship’s side, he would certainly have crossed his right leg, leaned back, and answered with calm composure.

A smile appeared little by little on his face. He raised his left palm and, in a relaxed tone, introduced, “My glove is called Creeping Hunger.”

Klein believed that Danitz, who had witnessed him fight, must already have described the specific details to his captain. Therefore, Vice Admiral Iceberg Edwina, who had been mentioned in the same breath as Vice Admiral Hurricane Qilangos, would not find it hard to guess that he had obtained Creeping Hunger. Since that was the case, proactively revealing it would allow him to seize more psychological initiative than being exposed by the other party.

His sudden mention of this matter contained two intentions. First, it was an indirect message: behind him stood an organization—an organization capable of killing Vice Admiral Hurricane, directing Kalvetua’s fall, and replacing it in responding to believers. Second, it was a warning to Edwina not to investigate or probe too deeply. Otherwise, Vice Admiral Hurricane being instantly slain would serve as an example.

Even in this moment, Klein still took into account the persona of Gehrman Sparrow. He did not issue a direct threat, nor did he stubbornly deny everything. Instead, in a plain statement laced with madness, he gave a simple response.

Edwina Edwards gave a light nod and suddenly changed the topic.

“I intend to provide some aid to the rebels in the Rorsted Archipelago, mainly food and cloth.”

Aid? Is the force behind her hostile toward Loen, or does it simply want to disgust the Church of Storms? Klein restrained his smile and calmly answered, “That has nothing to do with me.”

I will not leave behind even the slightest handle… he silently added.

Edwina tilted her head, raised an arm, and pointed at Blazing Danitz, who was drinking while secretly glancing in their direction.

“I will entrust him to handle everything, including contacting the rebels, confirming the timing, and arranging private harbors. I hope you can provide a certain degree of protection.”

Pfft… Golden beer sprayed from Danitz’s mouth like a waterfall.

Hahaha, pfft, bang, bang, bang! The two pirates seated beside him bent over laughing, pounding the deck and spitting out the beer they had just drunk.

One had very dark skin, as though covered with a layer of iron, while the other had a rather thick waist. Although he was not fat overall, he had no lines to speak of.

Edwina withdrew her gaze from that direction and, before Klein could speak, added at a steady pace, “You are an adventurer. I believe you will not reject employment at a good price.”

What an excellent excuse she has found for me… Klein smiled in reply.

“Of course.”

He did not ask exactly how much the payment would be, and Edwina seemed to have forgotten to mention it.

After a period of silence, the intellectual and beautiful pirate admiral said, “Senor sent word that he is willing to pay five thousand pounds for the giant’s key I previously discovered.”

She was referring to the enormous black-iron key that had been advertised as Death’s Key and had nearly caused Danitz to lose his life in Bayam. Klein suspected that it not only came from the dark Second Epoch, but was also related to the Giant King’s Court in some way.

Is she implying that I should make an offer? Klein was first stunned, then suddenly understood, unable to stop himself from muttering inwardly:

“Five thousand pounds? I do not even know whether that key can be used, or whether it really…