Chapter 520: Admiral of Blood

"Hunt them?" Danitz asked subconsciously.

When he truly understood the meaning behind Gehrman Sparrow's words, he

instantly became excited. He changed his seating posture and suppressed

his voice.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

As a qualified, part-time pirate, he had nothing to do with beautiful

words such as tolerance, compassion, and love. Since he had nearly died

at the hands of Steel Maveti and now had the chance to take revenge, he

definitely wouldn't miss it!

He believed that he could survive in the pirate industry by relying on

an accurate grasp of the situation: knowing when to resist, when to

fight for his life, when to feign ignorance when seeing his enemies, and

when to settle old scores.

And now, this was an opportunity!

Danitz still couldn't make an accurate judgment on how powerful Gehrman

Sparrow was, but judging from how he had taken care of the fallen Bishop

Millet within ten seconds, it was unlikely that it would be too

difficult for him to deal with Steel Maveti. Even if he encountered the

Admiral of Blood, Senor, it wasn't impossible for him to win.

*Of course, this is in a one-on-one situation, and pirates never talk

about chivalry...* Danitz thought to himself.

Klein leaned forward a little, placed his elbows on his knees, and

clasped his hands.

"I've told you."

Ah? What? Danitz felt that he was often unable to keep up with

Gehrman Sparrow's train of thought.

With regards to this, he could only console himself that a normal person

and a madman were different.

Seeing that the other party had stopped talking, he thought for a while

and finally remembered what he had to do.

Write down everything that Admiral of Blood and his pirate crew had

done!

*Hmm... Gehrman Sparrow definitely wants to know how many things they've

plundered...* Danitz quickly gathered his thoughts, rummaged

around the room for a pen and paper, and scribbled a chunk of text.

During this process, he was exceptionally glad that it was his left arm

that was injured.

When he was done writing, Klein reached out for it, read it carefully,

and confirmed from the undetailed parts of Danitz's description that

Admiral of Blood was the most typical and vile of pirates. Not only did

they plunder, but they also abducted people, slaughtered crew members,

and abused women.

*A pirate like Danitz actually knows how to write Ancient Feysac... He's

also been educated...* After muttering to himself, Klein took

out a copper penny and used divination to confirm the authenticity of

the material.

Then he said in a tone as though he was giving instructions on what was

to be eaten tomorrow morning, "Tell me about the Admiral of Blood and

his men."

*He needs more detailed information... Is he preparing to hunt

them?* Danitz was delighted, hating himself for not knowing

enough.

"Admiral of Blood Senor is suspected to be an evil spirit. Anyone who

has encountered him has died a bizarre death. Either they strangle

themselves to death, blow their mouths up, hug bombs, or slaughter their

companions. Captain said that it's the possession of an evil spirit."

It's very similar to Miss Sharron's Beyonder powers... Wraith?

Klein didn't speak as he listened to Danitz go on, in silence.

"Senor can make a terrible shriek. The last time I fought them, I was

nearly knocked unconscious and fell off the deck and into the sea. Heh

heh, I returned the favor and set one of their boats on fire.

"Senor knows a lot of undead magic. Cruel, bloodthirsty, and full of

desire. His targets can be either male or female, and even humanoid

creatures."

*Consistent with the unrestrained nature of the Rose School of Thought.

Yes, accurately speaking, it's a trait of the Prisoner pathway... The

highest probability is that he's a Wraith...* Klein nodded

thoughtfully.

In response, Danitz became more active and spoke a little faster.

"Our Captain thinks that Senor has a very powerful mystical item on him,

one that makes him very lucky. He always seems to gain the favor of the

gods. For example, at a critical moment, his opponent would suddenly

slip or have their powers fail. Another example is winning 21 bets in a

row."

*A mystical item that can make someone lucky? This is very rare... It's

from the Monster pathway? Or is it connected to some other evil

spirit?* Klein guessed based on his own knowledge of mysticism.

"I've never directly fought Senor, so that's all I know." Danitz wanted

to throw his hands up, but he was stopped by the pain in his left arm.

"He has about seven or eight ships. His flagship is the Tree of Flesh

and Blood. Heh heh, that's different from us. We mainly seek out

treasure and wouldn't take in anyone. Therefore, we only have the Golden

Dream."

*It's no wonder the Admiral of Blood's bounty is much higher than Vice

Admiral Iceberg, reaching 42,000 pounds... In terms of strength, he

should be a bit stronger...* Klein immediately gained an

understanding.

He maintained the same posture as before, seemingly unaffected by the

intelligence regarding the Admiral of Blood.

"What about his subordinates?"

Danitz was long prepared as he immediately said, "Senor has ten of his

strongest men under his command; the first, second, third mates of the

flagship; and the captain of each ship...

"Steel Maveti is the second mate of the flagship. We think that he's a

Sequence 6. His body is like steel and is able to withstand bullets and

cannonballs. He isn't afraid of fire, drowning, and various magic. He's

strong and fast. He can rip his opponent apart, and he grasps a certain

level of undead-related spells. He can summon zombies and rear

puppets..."

Zombie? Klein immediately thought of Maric who played cards

with zombies.

*Based on the Wraith traits of Admiral of Blood Senor, can it be assumed

that these pirates are actually part of the outer circle of the Rose

School of Thought, or perhaps they're from an organization used to make

money? It's a pity that I don't have a messenger, nor did I ask Miss

Sharron if she had one. Otherwise, I could contact her and confirm the

Admiral of Blood's identity...* Klein guessed with some regret.

He didn't give up just because this matter might involve the Rose School

of Thought. In any case, he could change his face and identity

afterwards. In addition, he had involved himself with the Aurora Order,

the Demoness Sect, Rose Redemption, and Twilight Hermit Order, so he

wasn't afraid of offending another entity.

*Actually, it's not like I've never fought against the Rose School of

Thought. I've already killed a Wraith, a Zombie, and a Werewolf, and I've

robbed the Scarlet Lunar Corona and Biological Poison Bottle...*

Klein suddenly realized how much trouble he had been involved in.

"It's unlikely that Maveti has any particularly powerful mystical items;

otherwise, I might not have been able to escape before," Danitz said,

feeling somewhat relieved at his luck. "He has a bunch of puppets and

zombies by his side, as well as several subordinates at Sequence 7 or 8.

As the second mate of the flagship, he should be the leader of the crew

in the vicinity since he's here. We can consider hunting him first."

*Below the high Sequences, once the number of Beyonders reaches a

certain amount, a qualitative change will occur. With the combination of

different abilities, it's possible for a group to defeat a Beyonder

stronger than themselves. It's just like how a Nighthawks team can

definitely take down a Sequence 6, or even a Sequence 5...*

Klein didn't underestimate Steel Maveti and his men just because he was

stronger with Creeping Hunger. He was still as cautious as before.

*I have to plan and prepare well. Well, the frequency bands and

passcodes I received from White Shark will come in handy, and once Miss

Magician's radio transceiver is delivered, I'll get Danitz to frequently

monitor the frequency and see if we can glean any information, allowing

me to go in quickly to reap the harvest... And I can take advantage of

this period to explore the possibility of true acting...* Soon,

Klein formulated a plan as he continued to listen to Danitz tell him

about the rest of Admiral of Blood's subordinates.

After a while, when Danitz was finally done, he summarized

enthusiastically, "If Steel Maveti can be killed, leaving my name

behind, this matter will definitely go on the papers. Once it's spread,

I no longer need to worry about informing Captain!"

He was afraid that a traitor was among their ranks and that all the

points of contact in the Rorsted Archipelago were under the enemy's

control. Therefore, he didn't dare to rashly make contact. He was still

vexed over the problem of alerting his captain.

He actually has a brain... Klein nodded and said, "You're in

charge of gathering information on all aspects of Steel."

"Alright!" Danitz replied with a grim smile, thinking of the punch that

had nearly pierced his heart in the evening.

Klein slowly stood up and walked towards the window. It was dark outside

with howling winds and pouring rain. It looked as if the end of the

world had arrived.

Thinking of what he was going to do next, he couldn't help but feel like

he was acting in a certain sense. Smiling, he muttered to himself in a

low voice, "Tonight, Gehrman joins the hunt."

City of Generosity, Bayam, in the Cathedral of Waves.

Alger Wilson, who had received the Sanguine's anesthetic gas, was about

to sail out to sea for another of the Wind-blessed's main ingredients,

when he was summoned by the local diocese bishop.

"There have been rumors recently that Vice Admiral Iceberg received

Death's Key. All the pirates in the Sonia Sea are roused by this," the

bishop said in a heavy voice. "Investigate this matter."

He was an old man with a head full of white hair, but he was still as

energetic as ever. His speech was even faster than a young man's, as

though he could charge out at any moment and personally resolve all

problems.

His body was strong, his muscles bulging with his bishop's robe. The

wind howled around him as he breathed, and the air was moist.

*There are similar rumors every year, but they all end up being fake...

Such rumors are commonly spread across the sea... Even if it's true, I

don't have the right to be involved. There's no need to take the risk.

I'll just go through the motions and skirt the edge of this

matter...* Alger muttered inwardly.

He solemnly clenched his fist and struck his left breast.

"Yes, Your Excellency!

"May the Storm be with you!"

Diocese Bishop Chogo was very pleased with Alger's attitude and returned

the same salute.

"May the Storm be with you!"

The encouraged Alger Wilson quickly left the cathedral and returned to

the square outside.

The storm last night had subsided, and only the scattered leaves and

water puddles on the ground remained as evidence of its coming.

After taking a breath of after-rain fresh air, Alger decided to visit

the few places where pirates roamed. He planned to put on a show of

working hard by trying to seek out information.

If he were to meet a fellow with a bounty of a few hundred pounds, he

wouldn't mind apprehending the poor bastard. In his opinion, they were

liquid cash flow that could be added to his savings.