Chapter 517: City of Generosity

Backlund, Cherwood Borough.

As the crimson glow faded from her eyes, Fors saw the familiar desk and

open notebook which she used to jot down her inspirations.

To her, this experience was no longer anything new, but it still evoked

reverence from the bottom of her heart.

This was a power that didn't belong to humans, something that even

demigods were incapable of!

*I'll receive the stomach pouch of a Spirit Eater in two days. My

Apprentice potion has already been digested... Finally, I'll become a

Trickmaster. I wonder what Beyonder powers I'll receive... By advancing

by my own abilities, Teacher will definitely place greater importance on

me. Apart from potion formulas in the future, perhaps I might be

provided with some Beyonder ingredients... How I look forward to that

very much. I don't even know the corresponding names of Sequence 6 and

5. I only know that Sequence 7 is Astrologer. After I become a

Trickmaster, I'll immediately write to Teacher...* Fors felt

like she was one step closer to ridding herself from the curse of the

full moon.

At this moment, she heard the sound of hurried footsteps approaching.

Finally, it turned into the slam of the door.

Xio is out again. She's so busy. Fors sighed silently. *If not

for the 400 pounds debt that she owes Viscount Glaint, we would probably

be vacationing at Desi Bay now.*

*After a long period of hard work, and thanks to the enhancement of her

strength, certain tasks that were previously impossible for her to

complete have become simple. Moreover, from time to time, Xio would

receive small tasks that pay well from the golden-masked man. Xio has

already raised her savings from 110 pounds to 320 pounds, leaving her

with only 80 pounds left to pay off her debt.*

*In fact, I could spot her 80 pounds, but unfortunately, although she

isn't tall, she still has a lot of pride in her...* Fors

withdrew her thoughts and thought about the matter Mr. World had

entrusted her.

As a doctor and a writer, she didn't know much about radios or anything

about the entire field of machinery. She didn't usually pay attention to

such information when reading the newspapers, so she didn't know where

she could buy the kind of transceiver The World wanted.

*A department store? It probably doesn't sell one... Ah right, Aville

writes science fiction, so he should know a lot about such

matters.* Fors quickly found the right person to consult.

However, she immediately had a new problem. Was she to visit him

directly, or was she to write him a letter of inquiry?

Glancing at the chair covered in a thick, soft blanket, and smelling the

fragrance of coffee and tobacco emanating the room, she felt a warmth

slowly creeping through her body. Bit by bit, her motivation to leave

the house crumbled.

*I'm not familiar with him, so I shouldn't rashly pay him a

visit.* She sat down with a grunt and unfolded a piece of paper.

In the Berg household in the City of Silver.

Derrick opened his eyes and woke up from feigning sleep.

According to his original plan, he would've immediately held a

sacrificial ritual to send out the stomach pouch of the Spirit Eater.

However, the words of The Hanged Man reminded him to be more cautious

and make more observations.

*Uh... I'll gather the ingredients Mr. Hanged Man require first, and

then I'll do the sacrificial ritual all at once...* Derrick

remained silent for a few seconds, then he attached his Axe of Hurricane

to his body and headed for the steeple.

He first checked the items available for exchanging using merit points,

but he wasn't in a hurry to complete the transaction. He planned to go

to the underground market to take a look once the lightning in the sky

subsided.

Derrick went up to the third floor and headed straight for the library

section that dealt with mythology and ancient classics, hungering for

valuable information he hadn't learned yet.

Suddenly, he saw a hard and yellowed book with a cover: "Giant King's

Court---Book of Blackrock, Hand-copied Edition."

*It's a record passed down from the Giant King's Court? I wonder if

there's anything related to the Kings of Angels...* Derrick

reached for the book, pulled it out, and saw that it was bound in a

brown monster hide.

At that moment, on the upper level of the library, Colin Iliad was

wearing a flaxen-colored linen shirt and a brown coat and standing there

quietly, looking down.

His unkempt grizzled hair flailed in the breeze from the window, and his

pale blue eyes were deep and reserved...

Wednesday, 12 January. 5:40 p.m.

The sky was dark and cloudy, with deep blue waves undulating across the

sea.

The White Agate bobbed up and down in this storm, like a toy in the palm

of a giant.

"This is the sea. No matter how powerful one is, one will appear

insignificant in front of it." Danitz stood by the window and enjoyed

the scenery outside. "Fortunately, we're almost at the City of

Generosity."

From the moment they left Bansy Harbor, the White Agate's journey had

been smooth-sailing. With the help of the wind, it reached a stable

speed of 15 knots. Hence, even though they arrived at Tiana Port a

little later than scheduled, they completed the entire journey half a

day earlier.

That is to say, the White Agate, which was scheduled to arrive at the

City of Generosity on the morning of the 13th, arrived on the evening of

the 12th.

Hearing Danitz's reflections, Klein just glanced up at him, then looked

away and continued his contemplation.

The more he played the part of Gehrman Sparrow, and the more he had to

force himself to behave in accordance with his persona, the more deeply

he realized what kind of person he was. When faced with different

situations, he realized that the choices he really wanted to make were

different from Gehrman Sparrow's.

For example, he would've responded to Danitz by idly chatting with him

about the weather at sea and the disasters caused by those terrible

storms, but Gehrman Sparrow wouldn't. He had to be cold and reserved.

*The more there are such differences, the more I recognize

myself.* Klein sighed inwardly.

This was something he hadn't experienced when he moved about with his

identity as the private detective, Sherlock Moriarty. Back then, he

didn't have to disguise his personality and had just been himself.

*I feel like I've digested my potion a little... However, Gehrman

Sparrow has traits that are similar to myself. At the very least, when

choosing to disembark and entering Bansy Harbor to save the others, I

overlapped with this identity of mine, and there was no difference... Of

course, it could also be said that I was adding a certain kind of

persona into the mix. Beneath Gehrman Sparrow's gentleness and madness,

he has a kind, brave, and compassionate heart that values relationships.

Heh heh, I can't boast about myself. If I had known earlier that Bansy

was Binsy, I-I would've most likely been terrified... Not necessarily.

At the very least, the danger which was divined was within an acceptable

range...* Klein thought, summing things up as he engaged in

self-deprecation.

This made him more aware of a problem; although playing the role of a

purely fictional person could help him digest the potion, he needed to

replace an existing identity to speed up and improve his progress. He

needed to gain the affirmation of people from the other person's

interpersonal relationships, feel the corresponding emotions of joy,

anger, sadness, and immersing himself in them, but not getting obsessed.

*Become anyone, but ultimately become yourself in the end? And get

feedback from the people involved?* Klein looked at the pale

yellow carpet, his mind racing.

Seeing Gehrman Sparrow without a response, Danitz spread his hands

helplessly, feeling bored out of his mind.

*This crazy guy is good in every way other than making me do what

servants do. There's only one thing, he doesn't like to talk. There's a

communication barrier with him. If this goes on, I'll definitely go

crazy.... Fortunately, I'm finally at Bayam. I can finally be

free!* Danitz felt that he would sooner or later develop a habit

of talking to himself when faced with a similar silence.

After a while he saw Gehrman Sparrow look up, smile, and say, "You can

tell me about the pirate point of contacts in Bayam."

...Dogshit! It's better if you don't say anything! Danitz's

expression twisted.

Woosh!

At 6:15 p.m., just before the storm arrived, the White Agate docked

smoothly and arrived at the capital of the Rorsted Archipelago, Bayam,

the City of Generosity.

It was also known as the Spice Archipelago, and it was home to a variety

of exotic spices, with the plantations of these produce being mainstays

of the economy.

The Blue Mountain Island, where Bayam was located, occupied more than

half of the archipelago which was mostly covered in forest. It had gold,

silver, copper, coal, iron, and other minerals, as well as a plentiful

variety of fruits due to the particularly fertile land. For these

reasons, the first batch of colonists named the seaside city they built

the "City of Generosity." They believed it was a land of treasure

promised by the gods, where it flowed with milk and honey.

Klein picked up his suitcase which Danitz packed, and he left Room 312,

entering the corridor that led to the deck.

Without any surprises, he met Donna's family, Cleves, and others.

The two siblings were still a little afraid of Klein after the fright he

gave them. They hid behind their parents and bodyguards and didn't dare

to speak, appearing like deflated balloons.

Klein nodded slightly as a form of greeting.

At this moment, Urdi Branch hesitated for a second and then took a half

step forward.

"Mr. Sparrow, will you be staying in Bayam?

"If I wish to hire---no, request for your help, how can I contact you?"

*He's indeed a businessman with a spirit of adventure. Even if he's

afraid, he still wishes to befriend someone with Beyonder

powers...* Klein thought for a moment.

"What newspapers are in circulation over here?"

"The Sonia Morning Post and the News Report are popular in the

archipelago," Urdi said without any thought.

"Put an advertisement in the Sonia Morning Post for three days in a row

asking to buy Damir's special cured meat, and leave an address. I'll go

look for you, and if I don't show up three days later, it means I'm at

sea again." Klein was careful to give a one-way method of contact.

"Alright." Urdi exhaled and smiled.

Cleves and the others expressed their gratitude once again and left the

cabin in an orderly manner.

Noticing the gangway in sight, Donna suddenly slowed her pace and

stepped back next to Klein, raised her face, and bit her lip.

"Uncle Sparrow, s-since that kind of power definitely brings about

threats and madness, w-why did you choose to have it?"

She had thought about this question for a long time before finally

mustering the courage to ask.

Klein was startled, and he instinctively formed a smile.

"For my dream."

Then he lowered his voice and said two words, "And... protect."

Protect... Donna mumbled the word in a slightly lost voice,

picked up her pace, and caught up with her parents.

After watching the Branch family leave the White Agate, Klein retracted

his gaze and said to Danitz, "You're free."

Ah? For a moment, Danitz wasn't used to it.