On Thursday, in the evening, Danitz looked at Gehrman Sparrow, who was dressed in indigenous clothes, and said:
"The people we are going to visit today are local forces, well, people from the indigenous church. We can borrow the captain's name. They have a lot of demand for extraordinary materials, food and weapons."
Having said this, Danitz looked up and down at Gehrman Sparrow, rarely feeling that he had the initiative.
"Unlike Bayam, Blue Mountain Island doesn't have much development value, and the land is relatively barren. Even the port is basically only visited by local merchants and pirates."
"So someone like you who is obviously dressed in the Northern Continent will encounter very serious rejection and hostility. Although they won't say anything openly, but wait until night... Hehe!"
Daniz smiled a little evilly, but before Gehrman could be stunned, he saw Gehrman Sparrow, dressed as a Loen gentleman, turning his head sideways. As his cold gaze swept across, the profound facial features
Quickly and softly, her white complexion was instantly dyed with bronze. In just one movement, she changed her race. Even her clothes were distorted and turned into the wide-leg pants and brown leather commonly worn by indigenous people.
jacket.
How much more ability does this guy have?
Daniz was stunned for a moment, frightened and frightened, and couldn't help but take two steps back.
It is rumored that Qilingos can also simulate various abilities, including changing his appearance. Damn it, if Herman also inherits this ability, will I be able to find out if one day he turns into a captain?
"It seems the problem has been solved." Daniz turned around stiffly, smiled dryly, and hurriedly changed the subject.
"Look at the front, those people are the believers of Poseidon. You can also understand them as invisible resistance forces. Although they are not a mob resisting the colonial government on the surface, they are all more or less related to the resistance forces.
close relationship."
"After all, the Rhoside Islands are so big, and the natives are more willing to marry natives. Two people picked up on the street may be relatives."
Resistance?
Klein was stunned for a second, then randomly looked in the direction Daniz pointed.
In the square decorated with bright red and colorful flags, there is a pool made of seafoam. A group of local people are kneeling and worshiping around the central pool. They are densely packed in circles, kneeling, prostrate, or murmuring.
Talking to himself, or singing quietly, his expression is pious but numb.
But the strange thing is that the pool where everyone is worshiping is almost dry, and strange blue water stains are stuck to the bottom of the pool. It cannot even completely cover the bottom. Instead, it is still evaporating, and the diffuse spiritual atmosphere surrounds the main square.
Klein wanted to step forward to see more clearly, but Daniz grabbed him by the corner of his clothes.
The famous pirate lowered his head and said in a lowered voice:
"Let's go around this way."
"I asked the captain when I got off the boat. These natives have not received 'divine grace' for many days. When they are angry, they can do anything in a hurry."
Klein nodded thoughtfully, followed Daniz along the edge of the street, and turned into a four-story house on the right front.
On the narrow stairs, Daniz, who turned around and looked back after not taking two steps, finally breathed a sigh of relief after checking several times and finally confirming that no one was following him.
"What is 'divine grace'?" Klein suddenly asked.
Daniz, who had just relaxed, couldn't help but become nervous when he heard such a sensitive question, and his voice was even lower than before.
"It's the manifestation of the gods after the blood sacrifice. They hope to use the blood sacrifice to please the Poseidon in exchange for the god's protection and strength. This kind of thing used to be a lot, but recently the colonial government arrests a group of Poseidon believers every two months, and pirates also
They are more rampant than before. Even if they want to grab sacrifices, this group of natives can't find them, and they can't get them from their own people, so they pay more attention to 'divine grace'."
Danitz walked faster and faster on the stairs, staring at the wooden door at the top of the stairs with all his attention. At the end, he went off topic.
"In short, it is best not to mention anything about their gods in front of them, especially if you and they do not share the same faith."
With that said, Daniz knocked on the door on the left, and the room that had been buzzing just now fell silent.
After more than ten seconds, a deep voice finally sounded from inside.
"who?"
The experienced Daniz also noticed the violation, winked at Gehrman and replied with a chuckle.
"Friends who bring wine and barbecue."
Is there any situation?
Klein looked at Daniz, who was winking, and silently opened the "substitute" in his right hand. In conjunction with his spiritual vision, he penetrated the wooden door that was not weird at all, and took in all the things behind the door.
One, two... there were six people, five men and one woman... The expressionless Klein suddenly raised his eyebrows, with a rare trace of surprise in his eyes.
He actually saw an "acquaintance".
"Where?"
The person inside asked again, and Klein made a gesture to indicate to Daniz to answer as usual. At the same time, he silently closed the five fingers of his right hand, adjusted the "creeping hunger" to the critical state with his left hand, and held the cane tightly.
Daniz stepped back and said, "At sea."
He imitated Klein's movements, reached into the inside of his jacket with his right hand, secretly held the handle of the revolver, and waited for the door to open.
Squeak, a shirtless man with sea snake tattoos all over his body opened the door, revealing a pair of eyes that were almost cold-blooded.
Danitz was glanced at by those eyes and couldn't help frowning, but he quickly regained his composure.
Like a cold-blooded animal, Hermann gave him a greater sense of oppression than the natives in front of him.
Klein looked at the man who was sizing him up without saying a word. He just buried his head lower, counted the seconds, followed Daniz and walked into the room.
A row of black gun muzzles was facing the door. Danitz, who had not expected it to be unfolded like this, was stunned and could only try not to look too ugly.
The sound of the door closing came from behind. Klein felt the coldness on the back of his waist. His eyes glanced from the revolver, rifle, and even steam rifle held by the native in front of him, and finally landed on the suspected native sitting there.
Next to the leader - a man in a wheelchair - is a woman with slender eyebrows and blue eyes, who is still attractive even if her face is covered by a black gauze.
"Karat, what does this mean?"
Daniz, who also had the gun barrel pressed against his back, smiled ugly. Under the eyes of the man in the wheelchair, he took out his hands from his jacket and raised his hands above his head.
"'Fire Flame'." The man with a shaved head and a beard on both sides of his face slowly smiled, as if he was seeing an old friend.
"I heard you just killed 'Steel' and 'Blood Thorn'?"
"Otherwise, how could they die?" Daniz retorted not to be outdone.
Karat blinked his eyes indifferently, ignoring Lie Yan's unreasonable words, and his eyes slowly moved to the featureless aboriginal face next to Lie Yan.
He carefully looked at this face that looked unremarkable, then looked at the woman next to him whose facial features were covered, and said in a low voice.
"Isn't there an adventurer who helped you kill them?"
"That's what people outside say."
Uh... Daniz suddenly choked, his cheeks turned red from holding it in, and he didn't know how to explain it for a moment.
Just when he was blocked and didn't know how to fight back, Daniz, who was standing behind him, suddenly made a move that shocked everyone.
Klein clapped his hands, and countless disgusting sarcomas suddenly turned over his cheeks. His ordinary face full of indigenous characteristics suddenly changed back to the thin and tough look of Hermann. His knife-like gaze was directed at his frowning eyebrows, which looked like they might explode at any time.
The lady who got up said word by word:
"We meet again, 'Lieutenant General Disease'."
What?
Danitz couldn't help but be stunned when he heard the name Gehrman uttered, but the natives who were standing in a circle in the room and pointing guns at the two of them were also shocked, but surprisingly their bodies tensed up and they wanted to pull the trigger.
Faced with the sudden increase in spiritual warning, Klein's left hand suddenly burst into gold, and all the natives in the room except Kalat and Tracy let out miserable wails, as if they had seen some extremely terrifying scene, and their legs were paralyzed.
, fell to the ground, and all kinds of guns scattered on the ground.
Klein gathered the five fingers of his right hand, raised the long sword turned into a cane and pressed it against Karat's throat. He looked at "Lieutenant General Disease" who must have left the room long ago, and said in an indifferent voice:
"I have no ill intentions."
Daniz, who had regained his freedom, also reacted, laughed, and echoed:
"Yes, he just wants everyone to put down their weapons and have a good chat."
Karat's face was rather ugly, and his hands on his knees were shaking slightly.
"lay down your weapon?"
This is not laying down arms, it is clearly unilateral disarmament!
However, after looking at the long sword that could easily tear his throat apart at any time, Karat could only swallow his anger and panic, and forced himself to calm down:
"It seems that you are the enemy of Lieutenant General Disease?"
Klein shook his head and looked at Tracy, who was essentially sitting in a position using a mirror to cast a shadow.
"I'm afraid I hope to cooperate with you in hunting the 'Blood Admiral'. You can consider it."
His words didn't sound like a request, but more like an order.
Listening to the unceremonious tone of the strange adventurer, Tracy, who had already moved to the street, quickly thought about the pros and cons, and smiled instead.
"Hunting Senior?"
"Why should I trust you?"
Klein thought about it carefully and stated his conditions seriously:
"I want the 'Death' document in your hand, and I don't want to conflict with the demigod or sect behind you."
The demigod behind me...does he know about the Witch Cult?
Tracy was a little surprised. She thought about her situation, then threw away other thoughts in her mind, and actually considered how possible the adventurer's proposal was.
"But I still can't trust you, or how should I trust you?"
Although she was sure that the adventurer in front of her was a Sequence Five like herself, she had been unable to determine the other party's path and did not know the other party's details, not to mention that cooperation at sea had always relied on fists. Now that the fleet had been abandoned, there were only two people around.
Being in a bad state, I have no confidence to protect myself in the cooperation.
"'Fire'." Klein slowly smiled and mentioned a name that surprised everyone.
He ignored the confused Daniz and explained calmly:
"I have convinced Lieutenant General Iceberg, and she has appointed Lie Yan as the relay for me to contact her. I can give you Lie Yan's blood."
"If you feel the situation is unfavorable, you can always kill him with a curse."
"Lieutenant General Iceberg will never let me go."
Shit! Daniz looked in shock at Gehrman, who was planning to use his life as a bargaining chip for cooperation. He gritted his teeth and stamped his feet but didn't know what to do. He could only express his dissatisfaction with his glare.
But unfortunately, Klein didn't care about Daniz's protest, and Tracy didn't even look at him.
"'Fire'?" Tracy glanced at Daniz who was jumping furiously, her blue eyes filled with mocking smiles.
"He's not qualified yet. If it's your blood, I might consider it."
My blood?
The smile on Klein's lips became even wider. At the same time, he understood that this negotiation was on the verge of success. He put down the long sword that was pressed against Karat's throat and said more casually:
"In addition to my blood, you can add another condition to the 'flame'."
Of course he is not afraid of the witch's curse. The witch's curse is based on the extraordinary connection between the blood and the body. As long as he climbs onto the gray mist, the breath of the gray mist can automatically wash away the connection between the blood and the body.
Faced with Tracy's request, he could have handed over the blood, but this abnormal behavior would only arouse the suspicion of "Vice Admiral Disease". Instead, he would reject the proposal according to the behavioral logic of a normal extraordinary person, which would win the other party's favor.
trust.
When the negotiation reaches a dead end, first point out that the other party cannot remove the roof uniformly, and then open the window is the normal process.
"Third-party notarization."
Sure enough, Tracy didn't hold on to Klein's blood and pointed at Karat in the wheelchair.
"They obtained a long sword with the aura of Poseidon in the previous sacrifice, which can be used for notarization."
"We use that sword to bear witness to our oath."
A trace of imperceptible surprise flashed in Karat's eyes, and then he suddenly agreed:
"I have no problem."
He hurriedly seized this opportunity, pushed the wheelchair and took out a bone sword shaped like a child's spine from a blanket behind him, and held it in front of Klein's eyes with both hands.
A long sword tainted with the aura of Poseidon, do you think Gehrman is a fool?
Although Danitz was still angry at Gehrman for casually treating his life as a bargaining chip, he still laughed at "Lieutenant General Disease" from Gehrman's perspective.
Extraordinaries with a little common sense all know that they cannot touch anything related to unknown existences, let alone Gehrman...
"no problem."
Huh? Seeing Gehrman taking the bone sword from Karat's hand without hesitation, Daniz's chin almost dropped to the ground.
Klein silently recited the honorable name of "Mysterious" in his heart, held the bone sword with an unchanging expression, and allowed the violent and bloody spirit of the Sea God to invade from his wrist.
The storm and endless roar tore through the brain, and the mixed colors of blood red and blue occupied Klein's vision. He endured the discomfort and made a vow to Tracy while she was stunned, and then struggled to get rid of him without any pretense.
The bone sword was returned to Karat.
"Secret's" angry scolding came as promised, but Klein pretended not to hear it at all. He straightened his collar, bowed to Tracy, and smiled lightly.