The sky was dim, the clouds were rolling, and the dark blue waves were undulating, gently caressing the shore where rocks and wood were piled up, and the snow-white waves washed against the ankles of workers passing by, making them cold and bone-chilling.
The North Wind was docked in Bayam's half-moon-shaped harbor, and its newly cooled whistle was blowing smoke briskly, as if it was rejoicing that the storm had not yet come.
On the sparsely populated iron staircase, Klein, wearing a rustling black windbreaker, looked down at the "City of Kangai" bathed in clouds, his face gloomy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"What a blessing. No other accidents happened along the way." Daniz stood on the side of the ladder string carrying two suitcases of different sizes, with a joyful smile on his face.
Ever since he left Bansi Island, he had been looking forward to setting foot in the "City of Kangai". Different from the vast and unpredictable sea, although the official power here is larger, it is also more chaotic. As long as he integrates into Bayam, he will
You no longer have to worry about whether a punisher from the Church of Storms will suddenly come to you, let alone those terrifying human-headed monsters.
What's more important is that even if there is another danger in Bayam, I don't have to worry about this "Blaze" uncle!
"Luggage." Klein, who was looking into the distance, suddenly said coldly, interrupting Daniz's beautiful fantasy.
The big pirate, whose smile didn't disappear in time, twitched his lips in embarrassment and quickly carried the larger suitcase in front of him.
He handed over the luggage with both hands and watched Hermann walk down the ship's ladder without changing his expression. He couldn't help but follow quickly and walked behind him. After his expression changed several times, he finally asked the question that had been pressing in his heart for a long time.
"Well, we have arrived in Bayam, look?"
Klein, who was calculating the profits from the Tarot meeting in his mind, heard Daniz's hint, paused in his steps, and turned his face slightly.
At the end of today's Tarot session, "The Hanged Man" relied on his excellent eloquence and unique "artisan" channels to successfully win the processing rights for the two characteristics of "Faceless Man" and "Arsonist", which respectively belong to "Justice"
Miss and "Temperance" Sharon.
Based on the final result of the negotiation, he will deduct the necessary agency fee from Klein's remuneration, which is probably less than 800 pounds.
And after deducting all expenses, I can earn 6,000 pounds from the two features... Klein, who was about to make a big sum, was in a good mood. He looked at Daniz, whose eyes were flashing with anxiety, and slowly
Slowly he smiled.
"Can you tell me about the pirate contact points in Byam."
Shit! Daniz's expression suddenly distorted, but he quickly suppressed it into an awkward smile, and nodded comically.
"Of course that's no problem."
How could this be okay? Do I still have to follow this madman to continue taking risks?
It can't be like this. The mission assigned to me by the captain has not yet been completed, and I have missed a lot of lessons... Klein started again. Daniz, who failed in the first attempt, was unwilling to accept it and gritted his teeth.
Decided to give it another try.
"I mean, of course I will help you introduce those contact points, but I still have the tasks assigned to me by the captain..."
"What mission did your captain give you?"
Danitz, who was thinking about how to excuse himself next, couldn't help but was stunned, and his mouth opened wide.
How can this tell you... Daniz instinctively wanted to refuse, but then he remembered Gehrman's horrific record of killing an entire "Hunter" team by himself, and he was instantly in a dilemma.
If he didn't tell this madman, would he use other reasons to keep him until he got the information he wanted?
Daniz quickly thought about the pros and cons, and his eyes suddenly stopped at the sign of a bar not far away.
He looked at the front of the bar where a lot of pirates were gathered at the door and suddenly relaxed his tone.
"You probably don't know the news about Lieutenant General Disease's recent whereabouts, right?"
...
Winter winter winter......
In a dimly lit guest room on Lanshan Island, a graceful figure listened to the sound coming from the door. She tapped her knees with white fingers, confirmed that the rhythm was correct, then stood up and opened the door.
"captain."
A figure covered by a cloak slipped in through the crack in the door, with a few strands of wet blond hair dripping with water.
Tracy looked at the maid returning from the outside, took the wet bag from her hand without any care, and quickly returned to where she was just now.
"Is there any new news?"
She stood in front of a wooden bed and kept busy, asking without looking back.
The maid, whose body was half wet from the rain, wiped her hair with her cloak, looked at the figure shrouded in darkness, adjusted her breathing before replying:
"Nothing has changed. Those guys at sea all think that the Black Death has lost its owner. They have been inquiring about our whereabouts recently, including of course the fleet that you have gathered."
Tracy stopped moving, but quickly twisted her wrist and continued her work.
The blonde maid standing behind her watched this scene, her expression suddenly distorted, and there was a surge of anger that could not be concealed.
This anger was certainly not directed at Tracy.
She walked forward quickly, and stopped hurriedly when she was about to be side by side with Tracy, and squeezed out the question she had always wanted to ask through her teeth.
"Captain, don't you regret it?"
The lights on the ceiling were swaying, and a faint orange light fell from above. The swaying light and shadow swept across the angry maid, Tracy whose face was covered by her long hair, and the red-haired figure who had been sleeping.
The maid clenched her fists, tried her best to restrain her impulse, and asked again:
"Captain, are you willing to abandon your flagship and fleet and let everyone think that you died somewhere?"
"And all this is just because of a woman who has never treated you sincerely and is always thinking of running away from you?"
"Are you willing to confront your mother and defy the sect's arrangements just for this kind of person?"
After yelling out the dissatisfaction she had been holding in her heart for a long time, the maid felt relieved and at the same time could not help but feel a flash of pain, but she still kept a straight face of anger and tried to continue to put pressure on her captain.
"I have never disobeyed the orders of the sect." Tracy frowned slightly and sighed softly.
She stroked Yin Lian who was suffering from high fever and coma on the bed, her voice was surprisingly calm.
After escaping the pursuit of the Church of Storms, her mother, the "White Saint" of the Witch Sect, gave her two choices.
Either continue to serve as "Lieutenant General of Disease" and help the sect smuggle people, or voluntarily give up the control of the Black Death and hand over the power to others.
If she only looked at these two choices, Tracy would definitely continue to hold the Black Death in her hands.
This is not because she likes being a pirate or likes the shameful business of human smuggling, but because it can help her accumulate her own power most conveniently and maintain a certain degree of freedom.
But the pursuit of the Church of Storms at that time left her with a lot of damage, and even her "lover" Yin Lian was seriously injured as a result, and she was in urgent need of recuperation. Even if she returned to her old career, she could not guarantee whether the Church of Storms would continue to act like a mad dog.
Chase yourself until your mother appears again.
By then, although the mission of the sect can be completed, she will have nothing left, whether it is power, loyal subordinates, or even Yin Lian.
And my mother doesn’t care at all who will continue the sect’s human trade. After the Church of Storms started targeting the sect, it became an investment that can be abandoned at any time. Even without me, the sect can randomly choose another “Witch of Pain” to continue the failure.
The task was completed, her original purpose had always been to let me digest the potion and keep me in pain... Tracey closed her eyes.
Every time she thought about this, she realized that this was a dead end, a web compiled by her mother that she could not escape from.
No matter which arrangement she chooses, there will only be pain waiting for her, endless pain from that twisted family, from the sect, and from reality.
This may be the essential reason why her mother can calmly let her stay on Lanshan Island, give up the Black Death, and stay with Yin Lian.
She was unable to resist her mother, at least until she was promoted to demigod. And if she wanted to be promoted to demigod, she needed to thoroughly digest the "Pain Witch" and need a sufficient experience to help herself.
When I made my choice, did I also think about using Yin Lian as an excuse to deliberately torture myself and go against my original intention... Tracy opened her eyes and looked at the sleeping face, feeling a little confused for a moment.
Suddenly.
"captain?"
The maid's panicked voice suddenly broke the silence.
Tracy looked back and found that the maid who had been following her for the longest time was looking at her worriedly, as if she was worried that what she said just now would hurt her captain.
"You're right, of course I'm not willing to do it."
Tracy put down the warm towel in her hand, and her cold voice was incompatible with the sweetness of most witches.
"Let the news out that the Black Death was handed over to the indigenous church, and we'll start from scratch."
...
The patter of raindrops hit the pointed leaves, bringing with it a burst of salsa.
Klein and Danitz were sitting on the second floor of a hotel near Haiphong Street, closing the doors and windows that were shaking in the wind.
"Tell me about Lieutenant General Disease."
The sound of crashing wind and rain came through the window. Danitz took a sip of the "Lelanzi" on the table. After feeling the warmth of the strong liquor sliding through his stomach, he pretended to smile bitterly.
"Actually, it's not a big deal. After that guy suddenly disappeared, her fleet fell apart. Many of the collections that originally belonged to 'Vice Admiral Disease' were leaked out deliberately. One of them was about 'Death'
The document piques the interest of the 'Admiral of Blood' and the 'Admiral of Hell'."
Literature about "Death"?
The Witch Sect should be behind "Vice Admiral of Disease". It is not unusual for her to possess such documents. It is not surprising for "Admiral of Hell" to be proficient in necromancy abilities and to pursue related documents. But why would "Admiral of Blood" intervene?
And what does this have to do with the mission of "Vice Admiral Iceberg"?
Although Klein was confused, he had no intention of interrupting Daniz. He just nodded slightly and motioned for him to continue.
Seeing that Gehrman was aroused by him, Daniz smiled even more.
"Of course, if there is a document that I don't know is true or false, it won't be so troublesome. The important thing is that our captain discovered a sunken ship during the last expedition. Although he didn't harvest anything of value, he found something
Can you imagine a huge black iron key that is not used by humans? It has been buried under the sea for so many years and it has not rusted?"
"Yes." Klein said concisely and concisely.
Mr. Azik's copper whistle is conservatively estimated to be longer than the entire Fifth Age, and may even be half of the Quaternary Age. Compared to this, what is a key that will not be corroded?
Daniz was choked for a moment, and the smile at the corner of his mouth twitched. It took him seven or eight seconds to figure out how to continue:
"Anyway, that's not the point."
"The news about this key was leaked for some reason, and it happened to coincide with the popularity of the Death Document in the hands of Lieutenant General Disease, which led many people to believe that this was the legendary 'Death Key', which was in the document
The one that’s recorded!”
"Because this key and documents involve four pirate generals, our captain has been under a lot of pressure recently. This is why I had to end my vacation early and prepare to return to the ship to help, in case those lunatics who are crazy about treasures do something.
Something outrageous."
Speaking of this, Danitz glanced at Gehrman deliberately, as if to indicate that the adventurer in front of him was also a member of the lunatics.
"Stupid." Feeling Danitz's gaze, Klein calmly commented.
Of course he didn't believe that this was a Death key, nor did he believe that the appearance of the Death document and the leak of the key were coincidences.
Combined with the internal information previously given by "The Hanged Man", this is most likely a smoke bomb thrown by "Lieutenant General Disease" to divert attention for self-protection after being hunted down by the Church of Storms.
But considering the reactions of other pirate generals, he had reason to suspect that the document that was thrown out as a smoke bomb might be true. It might actually record some secrets about the God of Death, so it could cause a chain reaction that was sufficiently sensational.
.
But this may be an opportunity to act. If you can fish in troubled waters and get that document, it might be able to help Mr. Azik retrieve more memories... After thinking calmly, Klein moved his fingers rhythmically
He knocked on the table, raised his gaze, and stared at Daniz.
What's wrong?
Daniz, who was suddenly being targeted, felt a chill in his heart, and the corners of his mouth that pretended to be leisurely twitched even more because of his guilty conscience.
I didn't lie just now, I just concealed something. This lunatic didn't do any divination. Even if he knew that I wanted to divert his attention and cause trouble to the east, he shouldn't have treated me after getting this kind of information for free.
Should I lose my temper?
"So where is that document now?" Klein said calmly, suppressing his thoughts.
Phew... Seeing that he had not been exposed, Daniz breathed a sigh of relief.
"How do I know? 'Admiral of Blood' and 'Admiral of Hell' offered bounties at sea but were not found. They captured several pirate ships that had previously vassed 'Vice Admiral of Disease' and did not ask for them. They only know that
This document is kept on board the Black Death."
"I guess you can only ask where it is specifically if you find the missing 'Lieutenant General Disease' himself."
Daniz thought for a while, fearing that Gehrman would not give in, and added:
"In short, Lieutenant General Disease probably didn't bring that document with him. Her final whereabouts ended at the private port controlled by the Bayam natives, as did the Black Death. Maybe there will be clues there."
The news of the document appeared shortly after "Vice Admiral Disease" and the Black Death disappeared together. It is also a fact recognized by other interested people that the Bayam natives have grasped possible clues... Klein simply sorted out the
The meaning behind Niz's words was that he tapped his finger on the table and struck hard, which scared Daniz's heart.
He suddenly raised a smile that frightened Daniz, and said in a low voice:
"Very good, I'm very satisfied with your information."