Chapter 737: Official Appearance

*Why would the madman, Gehrman Sparrow, need to find someone to claim

Admiral of Blood's bounty on his behalf? That's not right. Why would he

be able to claim the bounty?* Danitz suddenly snapped out of his

confusion and grasped the crux of the matter.

He immediately lowered his head to prevent himself from exposing his

shock and confusion.

The adventurers beside him continued their conversation.

"How would that be possible? No one would dare to claim it on his

behalf!"

"That's right---unless they wish to bear the wrath of the Church of

Storms or selling out Gehrman Sparrow!"

"42,000 pounds... If I can receive that sum of money, I'll immediately

head to Backlund to be a tycoon!"

"Haha, wouldn't you be enjoying yourself in the Red Theater for half a

year first?"

"Perhaps Gehrman Sparrow can claim it from Intis, Feysac, or

Feynapotter. Although it wouldn't be as much as 42,000 pounds, it's

definitely in no way a low amount..."

As the adventurers conversed, they began imagining their lives after

obtaining 42,000 pounds. They even had a conflict of opinions and began

arguing with flushed faces.

*No way... Are they implying that Gehrman has finished off Admiral of

Blood? No, although that madman always had the intention of doing so, he

lacks the required support that he needs. He needs to work with

Captain... Anderson Hood?* Danitz stood up, pressed down his

cap, and kept his head down. He rushed towards the billiard and card

rooms where there were newspapers placed there.

Just as he left, the few adventurers from before looked at his back and

spoke in hushed tones.

"Do you recognize him? It's obvious that something is wrong with how he

was acting so suspiciously!"

"I didn't get a good look, but I think he's a pirate who's here to

gather intel."

"Shall we..." An adventurer gestured, slicing his hand across his

throat.

"Perhaps it's someone we can't afford to offend. Let's wait and see."

Another adventurer stopped his companion's actions.

Danitz entered an empty billiard room, came to the corner, and picked up

a stack of newspapers. He quickly flipped through them, and slowly, his

expression twisted.

*What did that madman do? He really finished off Admiral of Blood? It's

only been a few months, and his strength has risen to such a level?

Furthermore, the papers didn't even mention Anderson Hood...*

Danitz was alarmed and thankful that he wisely chose to submit in front

of Gehrman Sparrow. Otherwise, people would've long seen the news of him

being hunted in exchange for bounty money.

*No, no. Back then, my death wouldn't have been published... Man,

Gehrman Sparrow is really a member of a cult...* As he thought,

Danitz suddenly froze like a statue.

That was because he was apparently, probably, likely a member of that

cult...

*Haha, the Church and military often likes to exaggerate. Yes, it's a

secret organization, not a cult!* Danitz consoled himself before

having the feeling that the organization backing Gehrman Sparrow was

surprisingly mysterious and abnormally powerful.

The successful hunting of Senor, one of the Seven Pirate Admirals, was

evidence!

Phew... Danitz exhaled as he apprehensively praised The Fool

inwardly, expressing his desires to handle matters seriously.

In a small building near the governor-general's office, Elland and Oz

Kent walked out.

"It's finally over..." Elland sighed as he wore his captain's hat.

Oz Kent rubbed his red brandy nose and added with a sigh, "That's

right."

They had been interrogated while separated for two full days because of

Gehrman Sparrow. They were faced with Interrogators who were best at

such matters.

Thankfully, Elland had never hidden anything from the beginning. He had

reported to his superiors that Gehrman Sparrow was of unknown origins,

but that he was friendly to the military. It had nothing to do with him

since the decision of making this crazy adventurer an informant while

having his background investigated was made by the higher-ups.

As for Oz Kent, there weren't any problems at all. He had followed

regular protocol when claiming the bounty for Gehrman Sparrow.

As they slowly walked towards the entrance in the middle of the garden,

Elland said with a sigh, "Who knew that Gehrman Sparrow was that crazy

and powerful..."

According to the little information that they knew, finishing off

Admiral of Blood was just one of the most ordinary and trivial matters

that Gehrman Sparrow had done that day.

And such a crazy person had made the choice of entering the dangerous

Bansy to save a few passengers and crew members who had merely expressed

their friendship to him.

Elland later learned that the dangers lurking in Bansy had far exceeded

his imagination. The Church of Storms had directly destroyed the entire

place!

*If I had told the Interrogators that Gehrman Sparrow has a soft and

kind heart, they will definitely think I'm lying... Humans are really a

mass of contradictions...* Elland silently shook his head.

After hearing Elland's poignant remark, Oz Kent replied with a wry

smile, "Back then, I thought you introduced me to a relatively strong

adventurer. But in the end, he even finished off Admiral of Blood! Damn

it. I even think he has the strength to become the fifth king. You

wouldn't doubt what I say if you look at the forest and those nearby

mountains!

"That place, it's like... it's like..."

Elland glanced at Oz Kent and finished his sentence for him: "It's like

it was blasted by the coastal defenses more than a hundred times over."

"That's right!" Oz Kent agreed with Elland's description.

By then, the two had walked out the main entrance.

Elland looked at the night sky with twinkling stars and the dark crimson

moon. After a few seconds of silence, he adjusted his collar and said,

"Let's hope he doesn't return to the sea again..."

Bayam. 6 Sfere Street.

Dressed in children's clothes, Denton ran up to the study and said to

his elder sister who was practicing her sketching, "Donna, th-they say

that Uncle Sparrow is a bad guy, a cultist, and a murder!

"Th-they even showed me the newspapers!"

Donna turned her head as she wrinkled her nose.

"No way!

"Uncle Sparrow is a righteous, brave, and kind adventurer. We saw it

with our own eyes. These are definitely more reliable than the papers!"

She hesitated for a moment before eloquently saying, "Al-although he had

a very terrifying and ugly appearance, it was the price for his dreams

and the power to protect! Denton, remember, the papers often like to

fabricate content based on rumors or hearsay."

"Yeah!" Denton nodded heavily. "I've already cursed them!"

Donna praised her brother and subconsciously looked out. She saw that

the street lamps had cast their light into their garden. It was

tranquil, serene, and gentle.

Hillston Borough, inside a high-class inn.

Klein folded a white handkerchief and placed it in his left breast

pocket, and he raised his hand to retrieve his half top hat.

Today was the day for the mysterious tycoon, Dwayne Dantès, to

officially appear in public!

He didn't wait for the sale of the bike company shares or the mystical

items, and he planned on first using the remaining 2,962 pounds he had

to cover his initial expenses.

This was sufficient, as it was equivalent to six to seven years of an

upper-middle class family's income!

*Arrodes didn't enter my dream last night. This means that he's unable

to sense my return to Backlund without any close contact. That's a good

thing. Yes, I'll contact it with the radio transceiver tonight to

inquire about the evil spirit. I won't need to go through this hassle in

the future,* Klein mumbled inwardly as he held his cane and

walked out of the hotel.

At that moment, the sun was shining through the thin mist, elating the

moods of the pedestrians. Klein got onto a carriage, and he went

straight for Cherwood Borough's City Family Servant Assistance

Association at 9 Canylowell Street. He planned on hiring an experienced

butler, and get him to organize the servants needed for a villa.

In the City Family Servant Assistance Association, Baylin ended a

conversation with a male colleague that came to talk to her. She lowered

her head to clean up the two drops of black tea on her lotus

leaf-colored dress.

At that moment, she heard a mellow and heavy voice that time had left

its mark on.

"Good morning, Ma'am."

Baylin hurriedly looked up and towards the reception. She saw a

gentleman in his forties, wearing a tailcoat made of silk and carrying a

gold-inlaid cane. Apart from the three buttons on his clothes, there was

a golden chain that extended into his pocket.

This gentleman had a pair of deep blue eyes, and he was good looking.

Even the tiny white patches on the side of his hair had added to the air

he exuded. Just a smile from him made Baylin feel her cheeks turn warm.

"Sir, h-how many I be of service? Ah, right. How may I address you?"

Baylin hurriedly got up and said.

"Dwayne Dantès," Klein warmly replied with a smile. "I wish to hire a

butler, a good one."

"Mr. Dantès, please wait a moment. Have a seat." Baylin hurriedly led

Klein to the guest area, and she reached out to point at a cloth sofa.

Klein held a smile without rushing or nagging her. He very patiently sat

down and awaited the staff to provide him with a list of names of the

butlers.

*What a gentleman... Oh no, I forgot to ask him what requirements he

has!* Baylin raised her hand to touch her cheeks and said, "Mr.

Dantès, what kind of butlers are you looking for?"

Klein was already prepared as he replied with a mellow voice, "It's best

if they have served in a noble family before."

This aided Dantès in widening his social circle.

Baylin gradually grasped her professional knowledge as she said in

detail, "Such butlers are rare. As you know, nobles seldom change their

butlers unless they're unable to provide an effective service.

Furthermore, even if they aren't able to be a butler, they're able to

fill other positions in a noble household.

"In addition, the wealthy often have a considerable desire towards such

butlers, and they're willing to offer salaries with a premium. Mr.

Dantès, we do have the kinds you are looking for, but their annual

salaries are above 100 pounds."

*That makes the weekly salary to be about 2 pounds and up... An ordinary

butler's annual salary is 40 to 80 pounds, which is 15 soli to 1 pound

10 soli a week. That appears to be at the level of a technical worker's

salary, but the master will provide room, food, clothes, charcoal, and

other necessities. A butler practically has zero expenditure... An

annual salary of 100 pounds and above is really expensive...*

Klein quickly did the math as he replied as though he didn't take much

notice, "No problem. As long as they're good butlers."