Chapter 598: Windfall

In a corner of the Amyris Leaf Bar.

Elland found a man wearing a coffee-colored jacket, patted him on the

shoulder, and laughed.

"Why aren't you drinking Lanti Proof?"

The man was in his thirties, having a rather common face. It was obvious

that he had Loen blood running through his veins.

He had brown hair and eyes, with a somewhat high nose bridge. His tipsy

appearance instantly vanished as his eyes turned sharp.

He swept a glance at Elland and Klein before his eyes turned turbid

again. He said, sounding completely intoxicated, "I've already drunk.

I'm drinking Zarhar to lessen the effects of the alcohol."

Zarhar was a locally-produced malt beer. It was cheap and tasted quite

good.

Elland chuckled and pointed at Klein.

"Gehrman Sparrow."

Then, he introduced the man to Klein, "Oz Kent. You can call him Kent.

"Chat amongst yourselves. I'll have to return to make preparations. I'll

be setting off early, tomorrow morning."

He waved his hand and left without any hesitation.

Klein pulled over a nearby chair and sat down. He didn't get any alcohol

as he expressionlessly looked at Oz Kent.

The staring made Kent feel extremely uncomfortable as he downed a

mouthful of Zarhar and said, "Find me if there's anything in the future.

You'll be paid as long as you provide any intel of value, or if you help

us do certain things."

He wasn't worried that the drunkards around them would hear their

conversation, as many gangs and pirate crews would say the same thing.

The words used to rope in informants were usually the same.

"Alright." Klein had the strong urge to ask if he could be reimbursed

for dressing up as Helene to assassinate Vice Admiral Ailment despite it

being paid by Danitz.

However, it was just a thought.

Oz Kent chuckled while appearing completely drunk.

"I heard Elland mention some things about you, but I have to remind you

that one shouldn't be too crazy out at sea. You need to take note and

try your best not to provoke the pirates. What I mean is to not fight

them head-on. Privately providing us information would be fine. We will

keep it a secret for you."

This time, he had clearly suppressed his voice.

Seeing no response from Gehrman Sparrow, he added, "Pirates wouldn't

bother with any chivalrous code, nor will they abide by the kingdom's

laws and rules. Burp. If you have a family at different port

cities or some island colony, they'd definitely be capable of attacking

your family."

Family... Klein fell silent for a second before calmly saying,

"I do not have a family."

"..." Oz Kent was nearly at a loss for words. All he could do was say,

"They will also attack your friends."

Then, he heard Gehrman Sparrow reply in an unperturbed tone, "I do not

have friends."

"..." Oz Kent instantly choked up. He subconsciously drank a mouthful of

Zarhar beer to calm himself.

After coughing twice, he said in a deep voice, "They will also ambush

you. They will also bribe people to learn about your schedule and

intercept your ship. At sea, a single person's strength is often so

inconsequential."

Klein said rather calmly, "I wouldn't reject them from giving me money.

"That's basic courtesy."

Giving money? Oz Kent was clearly taken aback as he found

Gehrman Sparrow's words incomprehensible.

A few seconds later, he realized that the man was treating pirates as

mobile bounties.

He drank mouthful after mouthful of beer, momentarily at a loss for

words.

In the basement of the Amyris Leaf Bar.

"An unknown adventurer?" Wormtongue Mithor King's mind stirred as he sat

straight up.

Strongman Ozil nodded.

"According to Blue Eyes Meath, that adventurer is new. He likely hasn't

been to the archipelago for long, but Meath felt that he was

considerably dangerous."

*Considerably dangerous? Could he be the person who killed Steel Maveti

and company with Blazing Danitz? Could it be the person who disguised

himself as Helene to attack Captain?* Mithor immediately made

certain connections as he asked with a deep voice, "Do you have his

photograph or a portrait?"

Ozil beckoned to a subordinate and received a piece of white paper.

"We used a ritual to get Blue Eyes Meath to draw the unknown

adventurer's appearance. As you know, it's different having a firm

footing in Bayam's underground world than being a successful pirate. I

need supporting members. Sigh, to hire them, I spent quite a bit of

money."

Mithor could read between the lines as he chuckled.

"As long as you get to the bottom of this matter, Captain wouldn't be

stingy with her reward."

He took the portrait, spread it out, and discovered a cold-looking man

with black hair and brown eyes. His face was slightly thin, and he had a

cut face. He wore a black double-breasted frock coat and a half top hat.

*Never seen him before. It's impossible to confirm if he's the person

who disguised himself as Helene...* Mithor raised his head and

said, "Find out his identity and whereabouts."

"I've already instructed my men to do it," Strongman Ozil said with a

deep laugh.

The two fell silent at the same time as they drank their Southville red

wine.

A few minutes later, a bar bouncer entered and broke the silence.

He glanced at Wormtongue Mithor, leaned in towards his boss's ear, and

whispered.

Ozil's expression instantly turned odd as an unconcealed smile appeared.

He put down the wine glass and said after pausing, "That unknown

adventurer has been found."

"Where is he?" Mithor asked.

Ozil pointed upstairs.

"At this very bar."

Mithor looked up at the ceiling and remained silent for a few seconds.

"I'll go up to verify."

He believed that having had some interaction with the disguised Helene,

he had a general understanding of the man's abilities. He believed that

no matter how good the man was at disguising himself, he would

definitely feel a sense of familiarity; therefore, he decided to confirm

it himself.

According to his usual habits, he wouldn't have taken such initiative

and would instead perform an investigation from the outskirts. Only with

enough confidence would he get himself involved. But this time, he

wasn't too convinced of Ozil's subordinate. If it was really the person

who disguised himself as Helene, he would immediately change his

appearance and identity and vanish once he noticed something was amiss.

Besides, Mithor knew that he was presently being punished by his

captain. He had to quickly perform a deed of merit in order to return to

the Black Death.

*Sigh, regardless if I was lacking in ability or not being careful

enough, the outcome cannot be changed. I was fooled by that disguise and

brought "her" onto the Black Death, nearly killing Captain...*

*If it were Qilangos, he wouldn't have spared me. Heh, he has always

been very greedy. He had long thirsted for my Beyonder

powers...*

*Captain didn't believe that I had been in cahoots with the assassin

simply because Qilangos could also change his appearance with Creeping

Hunger. She didn't summon people to surround and kill me. She only sent

me to Bayam to investigate this matter. She's already being forgiving

enough... Compared to Qilangos, she is truly a captain worthy of being

loyal to. I have to quickly provide some meritorious service and find an

excuse to contact her, so as to live up to her treatment towards

me.* As Mithor King got up and walked out, he couldn't help but

have these thoughts churn through his mind.

Although he was a pirate who had killed countless and had plundered

countless ships, he had a soft spot in his heart. Besides, he didn't

notice that he was being constantly mesmerized by Vice Admiral Ailment

Tracy via prolonged interactions with her. His fondness for her had

seeped deep into his bones. Even if Ailment Maiden didn't have helpers,

he wouldn't have resisted, kneeling down and kissing her toes at her

behest.

Of course, this didn't affect his fantasies of doing countless deeds

with Tracy. If he had the chance, he believed he would take the

initiative to do so even if he didn't get her permission.

As a pirate, he had done such things plenty of times.

When he went upstairs, Mithor King followed the guidance of Ozil's

subordinates and circled halfway around the bar's walls. From afar, he

saw the unknown adventurer sitting in the corner.

*Identical to the portrait... but I don't feel any familiarity... Is it

because his disguise is sufficiently good, or is he someone else, for

example, Vice Admiral Iceberg Edwina? She can mimic the Beyonder powers

of those she had seen before. It's not impossible for her to change

appearance like Qilangos...* Mithor's gaze paused for two

seconds before he cautiously retracted it.

But at this moment, Klein's spiritual intuition as a Seer told him that

someone was observing him.

Without concealing anything, Klein immediately turned to look back. He

saw a man with short eyebrows, deep eye sockets, and bronze eyes.

*Wormtongue Mithor King... Third mate of Vice Admiral Ailment's

flagship, Black Death...* Klein instantly recognized the person

observing him.

Instantly, two thoughts flashed in his mind.

One of them was: 5,400 pound bounty!

The other was: *Why is he observing me? He managed to find me by

investigating Danitz?*

The military contact person, Oz Kent, discovered Gehrman Sparrow's

abnormality as he traced his gaze. However, due to his angle, he was

blocked by a few drunkards.

At this point in time, Klein already instinctively came up with a

solution. It was to pretend that he didn't recognize Mithor King,

retract his gaze, and get a cup of alcohol to drink. He could then

secretly observe where he went, and then use his powers as a Faceless to

infiltrate where Mithor hid himself before silently hunting him.

As this thought flashed past his mind, Klein suddenly discovered a

problem.

That's me being myself.

*But I'm now Gehrman Sparrow, a seemingly calm but crazy

adventurer!*

With this thought, he suddenly turned around, drew his revolver, and

aimed at Wormtongue Mithor King inside the rowdy bar.

Bang!

A gunshot rang through the bar as many customers reflexively crouched

down while hugging their heads. All of them were extremely experienced.

Many drunkards slumped to the ground, with more than ten people throwing

themselves to the side or rolling on the ground to dodge. These series

of actions were well-practiced. And Mithor King was one of them.

However, Klein didn't really pull the trigger, as he was afraid of

injuring the innocent bystanders by mistake. There were many customers

in between him and Mithor.

The gunshot stemmed from his powers of Illusion Creation!

At that moment, everything before him opened up as people crouched down.

Hence, having aimed at Mithor, who had thrown himself sideways to the

ground, he pulled the trigger this time.

Bang!