"Do you suspect that the fleet of 'Ltd General' is hiding there?" Hearing Daniz's words, Anderson asked thoughtfully.

Danitz replied excitedly:

"Maybe it's very big! Didn't the 'Black Death' disappear after sailing westward out of Thelos Island?"

Anderson curled his mouth and laughed:

"If the whereabouts of 'Line General of Disease' are so easy to find out, why should she hide?

"How can even the islands you can find out can be called secret enough?"

"Hey! What do you mean?" Danitz felt like he was being ridiculed.

Anderson spread his hands and said:

"I don't mean anything, I'm just using my brain to analyze it.

"That island should exist, but it is either a type that many people know about here, or someone deliberately released the news.

"If it were the former, the fleet of 'Line General of Disease' Tracy would never be able to hide there. If it was the latter, it would be interesting. Who would release this news?"

Danitz was still a little angry at first, but then he gradually followed Anderson's idea and started to analyze:

"The trap of some pirates or adventurers? But an island without much resources cannot be explored.

"'Light General of Disease' himself? To find out who is going to track down her whereabouts?"

Anderson smiled and said:

"Yes, after my teachings, you have made considerable progress. Otherwise, I suspect that even if you drink the "Conspirator" potion, you will not be able to improve your brain. You will only mutate into turning the enemy into a familiar territory and pull him into your own realm, thereby defeating him.

"I didn't say this sentence, it was said by Emperor Rossell."

After this period of collection, Anderson has helped Danitz get a main material and almost all auxiliary materials for the "Conspirator" potion, and it is only one last step away from being able to succeed.

"I suspect you have this ability..." Danitz murmured in a low voice in response.

Anderson ignored him and said to himself:

"If it was the news released by the 'Line-General of Disease' himself, the secret island would definitely be a trap. Maybe there was nothing, there was only a mirror monitoring the ships and humans near the island. Perhaps it was directly an important stronghold of the Witch Cult mentioned by German Sparrow."

"Then what should we do next?" Danitz asked subconsciously.

Anderson said "hey":

"You can't even imagine such a simple thing?

"Whoever you find this news from, we will of course look for someone to find out the source of his information. If we look up through layers of investigation, we will always find something."

Yes...Danitz wanted to agree, but the words turned into a "ho" when he said.

Near the early morning, the second floor of a casino.

The brown-haired Buzz walked into his room yawning.

Before he could use the moonlight outside the window to light the candle, he suddenly saw a blazing flame lit up in front of his eyes, which made him unable to see anything for a short time.

Buzz's heart tightened, rushed towards the side, and rolled on the spot.

After rolling twice, his movements suddenly stopped, as if someone had used petrochemical techniques.

This was because there was a biting chill and a slight stinging pain coming from his neck, which made him unsurprising that if he moved a little further, blood would definitely spray on the roof.

"What do you want to do?" At this time, Buzz's vision had recovered. He saw a blond man standing beside him with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a pitch-black sword, and guarding a guy wearing a black cloak by the window, covering most of his face with a hood.

Daniz didn't answer Buzz's question, and looked at Anderson in a little surprised tone:

"Why don't you pretend?"

"How can others know who to hate when pretending?" Anderson responded indifferently.

"..." Danitz breathed, "Fortunately, I haven't been infected with this broken habit by you."

"It's okay." Anderson smiled, "I can tell you who I've been with during this period of time when I ask."

"Shit!" Daniz blurted out.

Buzz, who was pressed by Anderson with a dagger, dared not move, and could only listen quietly, feeling like he had returned to Trier and was watching a comedy.

What exactly are the two of them here to do... The intelligence dealer was deeply confused.

At this time, Anderson withdrew his gaze and looked down at Buzz and said:

"Who told you that secret island located in the southwest of the main channel?"

Baz suddenly realized something and looked at Daniz at the window and said:

"It's you!"

In the past few days, this information has been sold to only one person!

...Are he recognized so quickly? Danitz didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Anderson pressed the dark sword in his hand slightly down, making the stinging feeling even more vivid:

"Please respect the order before and after."

Baz suddenly felt like life was passing by quickly and quickly replied:

"Yes, it's 'Line General of Disease'!"

"When did she tell you, why did she tell you?" Anderson continued to ask without surprise.

"The night before the 'Black Death' left Thelos Island." Baz replied with a very fast speech, afraid that he would die due to excessive bleeding. "I didn't ask her why. At that time, I only focused on appreciating her beauty. I deserve to be the famous 'disease girl' in the Five Seas..."

Even after a long time, when I think back on it in an extremely dangerous situation, Buzz can't hide his admiration.

"Is this the charm of the witch?" Anderson said to himself, then asked, "Do you have a way to contact her?"

"No." Buzz shook his head quickly, "She asked me to record all the people who asked about her whereabouts, and let her know when she returned to Thelos Island. If anyone gets the information about the secret island and really leaves the port, he will let him go."

"That's it...very reasonable." Anderson nodded and took back the dark short sword. "Is there a trap?"

"I don't know either." Baz replied calmly.

Anderson said nothing, searched Buzz's body and the money in the room, and pointed it at the intelligence dealer with a short sword and said:

"I originally wanted to kill you, but no one hated me.

"Life well, curse me a few more times every day."

He turned around and walked to Daniz, jumped down from the window with him, and disappeared into the dark night without street lights.

Buzz touched his neck that was bleeding, stood up with fear, ran to the window, confirming that the two of them had disappeared just now.

"Fortunately, I encountered a guy who seemed to have some mental problems, otherwise he would be dead today..." He closed the window, locked the wooden door, carefully checked the room, and finally sat down, and drank half a bottle of Lie Langqi.

With the intention of drinking, Buzz collapsed into the bed and fell asleep like that.

Time passed by minute by minute, and it slowly came to three o'clock in the middle of the night.

Suddenly, Buzz turned over and sat up, his eyes bright and vivid, and he didn't even have a trace of drunkenness.

He found a dagger, pried a piece of wooden floor in the room, and picked up a thumb-sized ball of paper from below.

After the white paper spreads out layer by layer, there is a sticky, paste-like black thing in the middle.

Buzz took a quarter of it and walked to the mirror in the room to apply the thing.

At this moment, he saw two figures reflected in the mirror, one wearing a white shirt and a black vest, one hand in his pocket, holding a short sword, and one wearing a deep cloak without revealing his face.

"..." As soon as Buzz's pupils dilated, Daniz punched the back of his head and fell into a coma.

And his last memory was a voice with a smile on his face:

"He really didn't disappoint."

After dealing with Buzz, Danitz bent down to pick up the pasty thing that fell to the ground and laughed:

"This guy really believed it. I believed it because I wanted him and hated you so I didn't kill him."

The conversation he had with Anderson before was actually a pre-rehearsed drama, in order to make Anderson let Buzz go, which was reasonable and unquestionable.

"This means you're acting well enough," Anderson said with a smile, "the true performance is different."

"Shit!" Daniz cursed without hesitation.

He then sighed again:

"I didn't expect him to be so patient, and he waited until midnight to take action, and we were even more patient."

"A hunter must be patient enough to catch prey. Sometimes, it can be enough to wait for a few days." Anderson responded casually.

For both of them, this is actually impossible. Whether it is the "hunter", "provoker", "arsonist", or "reaper", they are not very good at psychics, let alone mastering hypnosis and other abilities. If you want to obtain information, besides to torture and threaten these unscrupulous ways, you can only work hard on "conspiracy".

This sentence makes sense, but after that, it will become my words to teach others a lesson...Danitz looked at the paste-like black thing in his hand and said:

"It seems like I'm going to apply it to the surface of the mirror... and then I can contact the 'Ltd General of Disease'?"

"It should be so, but even if you contact me, what's the point? Ask her to Thelos Island for breakfast?" Anderson laughed.

Danitz also knew that he and Anderson could not affect the people on the mirror, but instinctively wanted to do more and complete the tasks assigned by German Sparrow a little better.

He frowned slightly and said:

"What should I do next?"

"Of course, I'm contacting German Sparrow and leaving it to him for the follow-up. This guy is mysterious in any aspect, and there should be a way to solve it." Anderson said, "And, the task he gave us is to pursue the whereabouts of 'Lieutenant General of Disease', and now there are results."

Daniz said "yes" and began to take out the candles and other items for the ceremony.

"What are you going to do?" Anderson asked with a slightly weird expression.

Danitz set the altar without looking back:

"The messenger who summoned German Sparrow."

"..." Anderson said silently for a few seconds, "I'll go out to smoke a cigarette first."
Chapter completed!