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.

he was apparently, probably, likely

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

Senor, one of

as he apprehensively praised The Fool inwardly, expressing his desires to

a small building near the governor-general’s

sighed as

Kent rubbed his red brandy nose and

been interrogated while separated for two full days because of Gehrman Sparrow. They were faced with Interrogators who were

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

for Oz Kent, there weren’t any problems at all. He

middle of the garden, Elland said

of Blood was just one of the most ordinary and

crazy person had made the choice of entering the dangerous Bansy to save a few passengers and crew members who had merely

the dangers lurking in Bansy had far exceeded his imagination. The Church

a soft and kind heart, they will definitely think I’m lying… Humans are really a

off Admiral of Blood! Damn it. I even think he has the strength to become

place, it’s like… it’s

for him: “It’s like it was blasted by the coastal defenses more than

right!” Oz Kent agreed

two had walked out

at the night sky with twinkling stars and the dark crimson moon. After a few seconds of silence, he adjusted his collar and said,

Bayam. 6 Sfere Street.

his elder sister who was practicing her sketching, “Donna, th-they say that Uncle Sparrow is a bad guy, a

showed

her head as

“No way!

We saw it with our own eyes. These

“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

heavily.

She saw that the street lamps had cast their light

inside a high-class

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