Chapter 896: Daly's Probe

*To buy a dictionary late at night, in a city that's somewhat chaotic.

Furthermore, I obviously look like someone from Intis. That really is

rather dangerous... No, I can't keep wearing this glove...*

Danitz was stunned for a few seconds before he raised his hand and

attempted to take off his boxing glove.

When he was halfway done, he suddenly paused and sized up Anderson. When

he saw him wearing a black glove on his left hand, he did a hollow

chuckle and wore his glove again.

"I believe that in the Southern Continent, a place like this requires

strength," Danitz added with a faint smile.

Anderson's expression remained the same as he continued stroking his

chin.

"Then, what do you plan on doing?"

Danitz pointed at the staircase and said, "I plan on finding the hotel's

boss and borrow his dictionary. I believe he will be teaching his

children Dutanese."

"That's an idea worth pursuing. But even with a dictionary, you won't be

able to master it anytime soon. Even if you grasp a few terms, it will

still be rather difficult. After all, the language here is a completely

different system from the Northern Continent," Anderson said with a tsk.

"Why don't I suggest a solution for you. Your captain has likely taught

you some ritualistic magic in the God of Knowledge and Wisdom domain,

right?"

"Yes," Danitz replied with a nod without a second thought.

Anderson clapped his hands and said,

Danitz shook his head without hesitation.

"I believe in the Lord of Storms, and not the God of Knowledge and

Wisdom. The reason why some of the ritualistic magic cast in the past

had received a reply was because of Captain."

Upon saying that, he shot Anderson a glance.

"Weren't you born in Segar, growing up in Lenburg, being classmates with

Captain?

"Then you should also be a believer of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom.

Wouldn't it be more effective if you held the ritual?"

Anderson shook his head and laughed.

"Despite being believers all the same, those who can actually receive a

reply are in the extreme minority."

Seemingly in thought, he said, "The best method is to find a priest or

bishop from the Church of Knowledge. Get them to make some charms,

uh---I recall that there are a few pilgrims from Lenburg here in Behrens

Harbor. Why don't we visit them tomorrow..."

Danitz was just about to say "yes" when he suddenly revealed a look of

suspicion.

"I have this nagging feeling that you are up to something..."

Anderson's expression immediately froze.

On the airship, Klein had his seatbelt buckled and had a blanket over

him as he leaned against his seat, already in deep sleep.

At this moment, it was dark outside. There was little light from the

lands, and the scenery swept across slowly despite moving at a high

speed. Everything appeared peaceful and silent.

After an unknown period of time, Klein suddenly jolted awake as he

stretched his neck.

As he kept Death Knell on him, he had drank plenty of water. His bladder

had woken him up.

Pulling away his blanket and unbuckling his seatbelt, Klein covered his

mouth and yawned. He walked out of the lounge and headed for the

washroom at the corner of the hall.

After relieving himself, he washed his hand and left the washroom. When

he entered the hall, he suddenly saw a figure.

The figure was standing amidst the shadows. It was wearing a black robe,

and by its eyes were eyeshadow and blush. At a glance, it looked like a

shadow or ghost that had floated out of a corpse.

Ma'am Daly... Klein obviously recognized her as he immediately

reacted as though he jumped in fright.

Daly walked a few steps forward and looked up at Dwayne Dantès's face.

She paused her gaze in between his eyes as she curled her mouth into a

smile.

"Your eyes and bearing resembles a friend of mine, especially the eyes."

Klein immediately feigned enlightenment as he said with a smile, "Ma'am,

if our genders were swapped, that would be a standard way of hitting on

someone."

Daly's eyes didn't move away as she chortled.

"There's no need for any swapping. A difference in genders doesn't

change the definition of such actions.

"If this were any other time, I really would be trying to trick you into

a bed if I had said something like that, even tricking you all the way

down the aisle.

"However, I have no such thoughts at the moment. I came over because

yours eyes really remind me of him."

*It's really quite overwhelming speaking with Ma'am Daly... I can't let

her lead the conversation; otherwise, she might realize that Dwayne

Dantès isn't the casanova that has a wide preference or a romance

expert. Instead, he's nothing but an inexperienced man in front of

charming women... I have to take the lead in this

conversation...* Klein's mind stirred as he directly asked in a

half-joking manner, "Ma'am, do you like that friend of yours?"

Daly was taken aback for a second before she pricked her brows, lowered

her head, and smiled.

"That's not something that needs hiding.

"If only he could be like you, being willing to take the initiative when

facing a woman, proficient at creating a suggestive atmosphere, perhaps

if that were the case, we might already have children.

"Unfortunately, he's a conservative man. When he chats with me, all he

spoke off was matters regarding work or his experiences. Any hints given

to him or any joke that went overboard just made him appear

uncomfortable. He often found excuses to leave. He looked old, and he

didn't look after his hair. He also had a bad memory. He even forgot my

birthday. Whenever I thought of him, I got mad, having the urge to push

him down into bed, tying his arms to the bed's railing..."

Klein looked at Daly's head with a gloomy gaze as he sighed to interrupt

her.

"Ma'am, you've said too much."

Daly looked up, speaking with a smile in no way different than before.

"I thought you would enjoy talking about matters about this at a deeper

level."

Klein let out a soft chuckle.

"Then why didn't you turn those thoughts into action? I can tell that

you aren't just a woman who can only talk."

Daly scoffed.

"Guess."

Following that, she nodded.

"Thank you for not saying that I've been harassing you."

As she spoke, she turned around and headed for the extensive lounge

where the Red Gloves were. The corners of Klein's mouth curled up

slightly as he returned to his room, shaking his head.

When she came to the entrance of the extensive lounge, Daly, whose eyes

landed on the floorboards, suddenly saw an untied shoelace.

She shifted her gaze up as her eyes reflected the black-haired,

green-eyed Leonard Mitchell.

Leonard glanced at Dwayne Dantès as he entered his lounge and said with

a suppressed voice, "He has plenty of secrets. He's not a simple

person."

Daly chuckled and nodded.

"I know."

Having said that, she briskly walked past Leonard Mitchell and walked

into the extensive lounge.

When she covered a few meters, she slowed down her pace and once again

lowered her head.

Leonard remained standing at the door, watching the long dragged out

shadows that were cast from the lights outside. Slowly and silently, he

exhaled.

Inside the small lounge, Klein stood by the door, raising his right hand

and rubbing his temples. He stood there like a statue.

In the Berg household in the City of Silver.

Derrick sat on a stool, munching on bread that was made from Black-Faced

Grass powder as he seriously listed down the matters that he had yet to

complete in recent times.

*I haven't obtained the information of the Bizarro Bane that Mr. World

needs... I still lack the points required for the Sequence 5 Vampire

Beyonder characteristic... I only have three friends. That's not

enough... All the clues I have regarding the former Chief's mausoleum

aren't much...*

As the thoughts flashed through his mind, Derrick filled his stomach and

took off his shirt. Holding an open container that had been ground from

stone, he used the sticky black liquid inside to smear on the obvious

bruises on his body.

Although the City of Silver only had edible Black-Faced Grass in its

vicinity, it didn't only have one type of plant. They were many kinds of

plants, all of them being strange. By using different powers, they could

grow and proliferate in the dark, sun-lacking environment that only had

lightning. One of the traditions of the City of Silver was to select

different plants and mix them with organs of monsters to create various

kinds of ointments. They were especially effective when treating most

injuries and illnesses. It prevented the residents from dying just

because of a trivial problem.

They were simplified versions of the magical medicine, holy ointment,

and essential oil formulas that generations of Demon Hunters obtained

from their potions. These low-level products thus became a tradition!

Just after Derrick applied the ointment and took a whiff of the pungent

smell before putting on his clothes, he suddenly heard knocking at the

door.

His mind tensed up instinctively as he held up Thunder God's Roar, the

dark blue hammer that had electric sparks swirling around it. He

carefully approached the door, prepared to kill any monsters that

suddenly emerged from the darkness.

"Who is it?" Derrick asked in a deep voice.

A gruff voice sounded from the outside:

"Valer."

At the same time, bright light beamed its way through the door cracks

and windows. That was the power of a Dawn Paladin.

Derrick relaxed as he opened the door and greeted, "Valer, aren't you

leading a patrol team today?"

Valer stood 2.2 meters tall and was recently befriended by Derrick.

Derrick was also most impressed with him because Valer was able to rein

in his powers to a great extent and was a person who took very good care

of his companions.

In addition, his patrol team's recent patrol area included the former

Chief's mausoleum.

Valer had brownish-yellow hair that resembled Derrick's and a thick

beard. His favorite pastime was fighting with others. Upon hearing that,

he said with a smile, "The six-member council has just ordered our team

to skip the area of the former Chief's mausoleum. And this area is the

last spot for our patrol mission.

"Let's go to the training field. Let's get some exercise!"

*The six-member council has specially ordered the patrolling teams to

skip that area? They plan to open the former Chief's entrance today? I

wonder what will happen... I hope there's no sinister plot on Elder

Lovia's side...* Derrick was alarmed as he hurriedly built

connections, but he was at a loss.

Just as he hesitantly wore his clothes in preparation to join Valer at

the training field, a shadow grew out from the dark ends of the street

and said, "Derrick Berg, the Chief has requested you visit him at the

spire."