Chapter 536: Local Faith

What? Hunt Admiral of Blood? Danitz almost raised his right

hand to his ear.

His first reaction was that he had misheard.

However, Gehrman Sparrow's smile with hidden madness and the slight

movement of his captain's eyebrows---an abnormality of hers---reminded

him that what was said had really happened!

*This... This madman Gehrman Sparrow really is daring! This is one of

the seven Pirate Admirals. They aren't people that a character like

Steel Maveti can be compared with!* Danitz's pupils shrank, his

heart on the brink of roaring.

*Putting aside the fact that Admiral of Blood Senor's own might, just

the pirates underneath him are intimidating enough. His first mate,

third mate, and the captains of each ship are all capable of

independently leading a large pirate crew!*

*There are still many of the crew which Steel Maveti had brought to

Bayam with him in the Blood pirate crew!*

*When Vice Admiral Hurricane Qilangos died silently like a wild dog in

Backlund, it was mainly because he wasn't with his pirate crew. However,

Admiral of Blood Senor is different. He seldom leaves his flagship and

rarely leaves the company of his men.*

*Even if the focus is placed back on Senor's strength, it would still be

extremely terrifying. He's mysterious, bizarre, and is one of the few

powerhouses at the sea who is second only to the Four Kings. Even

Captain might not dare to claim to be his superior... A madman's guts

really does exceed my imagination. No, he doesn't know the meaning of

fear at all! The death and replacement of a pirate admiral will

definitely be a great shock to the Five Seas!* One thought after

another flashed through Danitz's mind, but in the end, he strangely

calmed down.

It was because he recalled that Gehrman Sparrow was a powerhouse at the

level of the seven admirals, and there might be a hidden, terrifying

organization backing him.

Edwina said after a few seconds of silence, "Do you know of the Rose

School of Thought?"

*Not only do I know them, I've also killed their people and taken their

mystical items... Wait a minute, why do I have to describe myself as a

bad guy...* Klein converged his smile and said in an unperturbed

manner, "I've hunted their members."

Edwina fell silent again. Next to her, Danitz once again had various

thoughts: *"What are they talking about? What's the Rose School of

Thought? Where am I? Whose dream is this?"*

After a short moment of silence, Edwina said, "After the huge battle

with Vice Admiral Dusk's pirate crew, Senor's crew vanished. At present,

no one knows where they are. One will have to wait patiently."

Is this an agreement? Klein once again revealed a smile.

"I do not lack patience.

"How can I contact you?"

Edwina turned her head to look at Danitz.

"He knows how."

*Me? Soulfall Ritual? Wait a minute, Captain, you mean I have to follow

this madman, Gehrman Sparrow, during this period of time? No! Who knows

when this fellow will go crazy!* With a start, Danitz quickly

opened his mouth and said, "Captain, I've already left the Golden Dream

for too long. I've missed too many lessons! I can't wait to return!"

He tried his hardest to show his sincerity in his eyes, filling them

with the desire for knowledge.

"I believe we can switch to someone else, like Iron Skin and Barrel..."

Before he finished his sentence, Edwina suddenly raised her right hand

and pressed it against her ear.

She looked slightly to the side and said without expression, "What did

you say?

"I couldn't hear it.

"Roselle's Dream Spell is reaching its limits..."

The pirate admiral's skirt fluttered slightly as she took a step back

before her figure quickly turned faint, reducing into points of

fragmented light.

The rest of Danitz's words were left stuck in his throat. He stretched

out his right hand in an attempt to grasp something, but he ended up

weakly drooping down.

*Roselle's Dream Spell? The Emperor's presence in the field of mysticism

is also quite formidable... The full name of the Vice Admiral Iceberg is

Edwina Edwards... Edwards. Isn't this the surname of one of the

emperor's Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse? A descendant? However, from

the tone of Vice Admiral Iceberg, she isn't familiar with the eldest

daughter of the emperor, Bernadette. They might not even know each

other...* Klein looked at Danitz, whose expression had

completely collapsed, and let out a soft laugh.

"Perhaps one day I will call you Mr. 10,000 Pounds."

"..."

Danitz straightened his back in fright, then he saw Gehrman Sparrow's

figure disappear from his dream.

*If I were only Sequence 7 and had a bounty of seven or eight thousand

pounds, then I would be targeted everywhere I go...* Danitz

stood rooted in his dream, his head hurting the more he thought about

it.

In the evening, Danitz looked at Gehrman Sparrow, who was dressed as a

native.

"Today, we'll be visiting the local faction. We might be able to find

some good things there. Heh heh, they have a great need for Beyonder

ingredients, food, and weapons."

At this point, Danitz looked Gehrman Sparrow up and down. It was rare

for him to find something that he was better than him at. He said with a

smile, "Their area is filled with local people. There aren't even many

people with mixed blood. If there's even the slightest signs of an

abnormality in their clothing, you will be discovered.

"Your pantaloons and brown jacket are fine, but you can't wear a shirt

inside. A real native wears Taraba shirts; they're similar to Sea Soul

shirts, but they're either all blue or white. They don't wear caps,

headscarves, or anything.

"Also, people like you who look obviously Loenese will encounter very

serious discrimination and hostility there, just like a wolf that sneaks

into a flock of sheep. You can't hide your existence at all..."

Before he could finish, he saw Gehrman Sparrow tilt his head and look at

him. His deep facial features quickly turned soft. His fair skin was

instantly stained with the color of bronze. In just a snap, he had

become an undeniable native that didn't stand out in any way.

"..."

After a few seconds of silence, Danitz laughed dryly as if nothing had

happened. "Me too. I have to disguise myself."

Your disguise? Heh... Klein took off his cap and sat down.

"What local faction?"

It actually trades Beyonder ingredients, food, and weapons?

"Ahem, to put it simply, ahem--- The Resistance." Danitz suddenly wasn't

sure if Gehrman Sparrow had any connections with the Loen officials.

Klein was startled for a second.

"Resistance?"

Danitz smiled awkwardly and said, "People who clamor for independence

and for natives to administer their local affairs. Their encampment is

deep in the woods or at sea. They cooperate with many pirates and

adventurers. Of course, the ones backing them are mainly people from

Feysac and Intis. Often, there will be priests from the God of Combat

and the Eternal Blazing Sun secretly coming over."

Bayam isn't that calm after all... After leaving the kingdom

and coming to the sea, Klein finally understood what it meant by an

international situation. This wasn't something that could be compared to

reading about wars in East Balam from the papers.

He nodded slightly and didn't object to visiting the local faction.

After leaving the Wind of Azure Inn, Klein followed Danitz, whose face

was painted black. They went through the streets, heading all the way

southeast.

Leaving the confines of the City of Generosity, they entered a zone

filled with different architectural styles. The buildings here had

raised floors, propped up by wooden pilings. There were three- or

four-story buildings that had evolved from the Loen-styled terrace

houses.

The roads that split from each other were narrow and dirty, with many

stalls on either side. They sold all kinds of headgear, earrings, and

accessories made of stone. They were mostly bright red or multicolored.

"What a bunch of strange fellows. They especially like bright colors,

just like those venomous snakes in the forest," Danitz whispered.

*As someone from Intis, you aren't much better either. You advocate the

color of gold, and advocate a sense of luxury and exquisiteness, just

like a nouveau riche...* Klein lampooned.

They passed by a group of dark-skinned, skinny, and shriveled natives,

entering the alleys which had clothes drying over their heads. The scene

before their eyes suddenly opened up, revealing a small municipal

square.

On the square, a group of locals was gathered around the central pond.

Some were kneeling, some were prostrating, some were mumbling, and some

were singing softly. They had devout expressions, but they looked

numbed.

As soon as they realized that someone was approaching, they quickly got

up and ran into the surrounding alleys in a flurry.

All the windows on the second, third, and fourth floors of the

surrounding houses clanged shut, and the square grew quiet, but Klein's

spiritual perception told him that there were many people behind the

windows, around the alleys, in the dark corners, watching these

strangers who had suddenly arrived in their world.

Danitz lowered his head and said in a suppressed voice, "Don't worry,

this is their way of protecting themselves."

"Oh?" Klein expressed his doubts.

Danitz let out a chuckle.

"Before this place was completely colonized, the natives on the Rorsted

Archipelago always believed in Sea God Kalvetua. They believed that this

deity who appears in the form of a gigantic sea serpent would protect

all the islands here, preventing them from being devoured by earthquakes

or tsunamis.

"Now that this belief has been outlawed, the Church of the Lord of

Storms has been constantly fighting against the heretics. Even the

Church of Evernight and the Church of Steam and Machinery are unable to

expand their influence here, and there are only a few cathedrals.

"But in fact, how can the faith that has been in place for centuries, if

not a millennium, be so easily eradicated? There are still plenty of

believers of the Sea God in Bayam, Blue Mountain Island, and the Rorsted

Sea. Even if a bunch of people are captured every one to two months, a

situation in which they suffer all kinds of extreme punishment, it's

impossible to reverse this situation any time soon. The Resistance's

main pillar of support are the believers of the Sea God.

"In my opinion, it will take at least another hundred years before the

faith of the Sea God will be completely eradicated. Of course, that's

under the premise that there aren't any other disruptive elements."

Sea God Kalvetua... Its image is of a gigantic sea serpent...

As Klein listened thoughtfully, he followed Danitz into a four-story

house on the right. He went to the top floor via a narrow staircase.

Knock! Knock! Knock! Danitz knocked on the door to his left.

"Who is it?" someone asked in a low voice.

Danitz replied with a chuckle, "A friend who brings wine and barbecue."

"Where from?" the person inside asked a strange question.

Danitz stepped back.

"At sea."

Creak. The door slowly opened and Klein saw a naked arm.

The arm was tattooed with a blue, hideous sea serpent.