"I always felt that someone on this ship was hostile to me."

Walking down the gangway with his suitcase, Klein frowned and whispered to Angel beside him.

The latter turned to look at the "redhead", only to see the sailors on deck who were busy unloading their cargo, the boatswain William who commanded them, and Elaine, who was a little tired and yawning.

"Could it be Elaine?" She withdrew her gaze and tried to analyze, "Maybe she thought it was an offense for you to sneak into the Black Death last time in her guise and try to sneak up on Tracy. ”

"It's not her." Crane shook his head, thinking as he continued on his way.

After a moment, he also looked back, his gaze quickly scanning the deck.

"Who's that new boatswain?"

Finding his target, he asked.

"'Lucky William'? He was an extraordinaire recommended by Dominic, a 'machine' of the Monster Path, a former pirate and familiar with the affairs of the ship, so I asked Elaine to recruit him. ”

Angel explained.

"Pirates? Your ship is even a pirate? Crane was a little stunned, and couldn't help but look back again, "Is he the lucky William on the wanted warrant with a 2,800 pound bounty?" Except for Elaine, who was secretly watching me just now, everyone else ......"

"It's just the same name, that valuable William has died on the 'City Breaker', and even more coincidentally, before that, the third lucky William was mistaken for him and captured to receive the reward."

Lucky Nick, lucky William, sailors, pirates and adventurers who roamed the seas have more or less superstitions in this regard.

Although Angel is most commonly seen by this name in wanted warrants and death lists.

"Moreover, he retired from the Golden Dream of the 'Iceberg Lieutenant General', and he doesn't have many vices except for the occasional love of talking to himself, so I approved him to join."

Hearing Angel's explanation, Crane nodded knowingly, no longer focusing on William's former pirate status, but still curious about the boatswain's faint hostility.

He finally looked at the burly, bronzed-skinned "William of Fortune", and found that the other party's blue eyes were looking in this direction, but the tricorne hat on his head was pressed down, obscuring his vision, and he didn't seem to be looking at him at all.

Fear of me, but with a faint hostility, the former because of my name as a "mad adventurer", but hostility?

Klein dug through the memories in his mind, and finally found this one-sided face during that trip to the "Golden Dream", and confirmed that the other party had indeed served under Edwina.

It doesn't mean that I'm getting a little close to Vice Admiral Iceberg, according to Daniz "Blaze", half of his ship is Adevina's, well, what kind of...... The corners of Klein's mouth twitched, and he thought of a possibility, but he didn't dare to say it, especially to the woman next to him.

"Let's go, let's find a place to stay in Nass Harbor first."

Eventually, he spoke.

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After continuing eastward from Olavi Island and entering the "Moby Dick Sea", it broke away from the colony of the Kingdom of Rune and came to the Galgas Islands, the colonial island of the Vorsac Empire.

Unlike most colonies known for their cultivation of spices, specialty fruits, and minerals, the main product was the difficulty of transporting local stone, so after colonizing Gargas, the Vrsacks quickly found a new way to make money - whaling.

After being hunted and killed by whaling ships, whales in the nearby waters are bled and preliminarily disposed of on board, and then sent to the whaling house in Nas, the capital of the colony, where they are dismembered into various parts with different functions, either digested on the spot or sold as goods.

So as soon as they got off the "Redhead", the two saw a cluster of white houses on the docks, mostly made of large blocks of stone, with a rough and unadorned appearance, which matched Angel's stereotype of the Fusaks.

"No wonder it's called 'White City', and it doesn't seem to have the wrong nickname."

Klein commented.

"But Byam is not 'generous', on the contrary, very stingy......"

Angel was interrupted by a steady stream of gunshots, and she looked to the location where the sound came from and noticed that two teams of suspected pirates had clashed in the street, quickly changing from insulting each other to pulling out knives and guns on the spot to try to physically convince each other of the atrocities.

The locals seemed to be surprised, and those who got closer hurriedly left to avoid the stray bullets, while those who were farther away did not even have the interest to stop and watch. They were busy with their own business, either transporting stone in sturdy wagons or sending preliminarily processed whales into whaling houses everywhere to be turned into skin, meat, fat, and precious "gray amber."

These products all have their own uses, with whale skins being used to make clothes, sturdy shoes, whale meat being the main source of local food, and fats being refined into whale oil, which can be shipped back to Fersack or exported to Rune.

The last "gray amber" is a top-quality spice, whether it is incense or perfume made from it, it is a luxury passed down among the nobility of various countries, and can be exchanged for ten times the weight of gold coins.

Relying on whale fishing, this city, which has little production, has become the fulcrum of the Fusak Empire's foothold in the Sunia Sea.

"So, White City, does it still mean 'Moby Dick'?"

Listening to the sound of thumping fights and smelling the faint smell of boiling whale fat, Angel sighed.

"There are also white sails, whaling ships are white sails, and the surrounding sea is filled with pirates' black sails, which is also known as 'pirate paradise', and no police dare to take care of them when fighting in the streets."

It was also the first time to "go abroad", and Klein, whose eyes were constantly wandering around various things, took Angel's arm, pulled her away who wanted to stop and watch, and left the noisy port and entered the city of Nas.

Compared with Baiam, where the colonists of Rune and the aborigines of the Rorsted Islands are mixed, the population ratio here is much simpler, and the streets are almost all tall and tall Fusak, and Angel is almost in the forefront of Rune women, there are few adult women who are shorter than her here, let alone male Fusak, who are almost all over 1.9 meters tall.

This made the two, especially Klein, look very conspicuous on the street.

Fortunately, as a trading city, as a colony far from the mainland, it did not exclude guests from other countries, and the two quickly found a hotel, booked a suite, and had their own temporary residence.

After all, they came to Nas only for transit, and Angel and Klein's purpose was to board the "Future of the Star Admiral" Gardelia tomorrow evening and go to the uncharted waters further east.

At the tarot meeting yesterday, April 11, Angel apologized to the "hermit" lady and proposed that the trip worth 3,000 pounds should add an extra passenger, but fortunately, the other party did not refuse, and only asked for an extra 500 pounds and agreed.

This allowed Angel to fulfill Klein's birthday request: to travel with him to the east side of the Sunia Sea to complete the journey.

"No, not satisfied."

After putting away his luggage, Crane had a teasing expression on his face again, recovering from his disguised image of a "crazy adventurer".

Judging by his playfulness, the Faceling's potion should have been almost digested...... Angel thought as she thought about it, and a smile appeared on her face.

"So, not so crazy Mr. Adventurer, shall we go for lunch first, or shall we ...... first"

This sentence seemed to bring Klein back to the day when the two of them had just left the North Continent and embarked on a trip to the five seas, although he knew that the other party was mostly ridiculing, he still couldn't help but ask with some expectation:

"Or first?"

……

"Grilled whale meat, fried whale steak, whale bone broth, raw whale fillet......"

Looking at the entire row of "specials" on the menu, Klein's expression was unsure of whether he was expecting or disappointed.

Of course, the disappointment is not because of the dishes here, but because of the mood of being "played" by Angel just now.

Angel, who sat across from him, looked at the menu with great interest, asking the waiter next to him for details from time to time.

The occasional flirtation with Klein, which made him feel painful, has become her main way to complete the "play" this month. At the current rate, in a month at most, she will be able to completely digest the "painful" potion in her body and prepare for promotion.

This is due to the pain she inflicted on wanted criminals and evil adventurers in Byam, but the main thing is the Potions Code that she learns of her "true identity":

Only the pain that precipitates in one's own heart can make people recognize themselves and maintain themselves.

Of course, she had some suspicions that the pain caused to him on Crane's birthday had also allowed her potion to be digested a lot, which was not a deliberate alienation, but a genuine, heartfelt act.

As a result, it is he when he is happy, and he is still he when he is miserable...... Thinking with some guilt, Angel sneaked his gaze to Klein opposite, and found that he was looking at the menu without looking up, and then he was relieved.

Seeing that her face was not very good, the waiter approached mysteriously and whispered:

"We also have some special dishes here, the kind that the average guest can't enjoy."

Eighty percent is a means of promotion, saying that it is limited, but it will be sold to every customer...... Thinking so in his head, Angel still asked:

"What dish?"

"Red braised fish offal!"

Well?

I thought I would hear some strange part of the strange method, but I didn't expect it to be such an ordinary dish, and Klein, who listened carefully to the conversation between the two, had a deep disappointment on his face.

In his previous life, as a resident of a big food country, what had he never seen?

But when Angel seemed to have a twinkle in his eyes and was very interested in this particular dish, he ordered it anyway.

After adding a few whale dishes and two glasses of Sunia blood wine, which was highly recommended by the waiter, Angel and Klein waited quietly for the food to be served and enjoyed their first meal in a "foreign country".

The fish steak is fried on the older side, but highlights the aroma of fat; I really can't get used to eating sashimi, but the red stewed fish offal does taste good, the internal organs after stewing are soft and refreshing, and there is a good chewiness, and the seasoning is just right, covering up the fishy smell, and making people appetizing, it is worthy of being a dish specially recommended by the waiter......

Squinting his eyes and remembering the deliciousness of the food, Angel finished drinking the blood wine in the cup, burped rather indecently, and quickly covered his mouth and looked at Klein in front of him, but he was defeated in front of the other party's subtle smile and looked away.

After a full meal, the two left the restaurant and walked towards Grey Amber Street, east of Nass City.

Although the lunch just now cost a full two pounds and six soles - two-thirds of which cost the price of those two glasses of blood wine - the satisfaction of the special food made the two misers, who usually took out a pound and feel sorry for a long time, forgot the power of money for a while, talked about the legends of the city with great interest, and enjoyed the scenery along the way.

It wasn't until they entered the depths of Grey Amber Street and slipped into a grocery store called "Whale Dance" that the two of them restrained their smiles and greeted the boss who was drinking sullenly behind the counter.

After using the information provided by the "hermit" lady and the old man Fusak, they followed the burly man with a white bear-like back to the warehouse at the back of the shop, and watched him take out a heavy crystal ball, place it on a dusty cloth mat, rub it, and mutter.

The room gradually dimmed, and the light seemed to be absorbed by a crystal ball.

If it weren't for the fact that this boss was full of alcohol and hiccups from time to time, the dimly lit warehouse would have been the scene of a cult summoning demons.

In the smell of alcohol, the crystal ball that absorbs all the light gradually lights up, and a female figure wearing a black classical robe emerges from it.

When the grocery store owner staggered out of the warehouse and closed the door, the woman looked at the two men with an inquiring gaze, and after a moment asked:

"Angelica Thatch, Gelman Sparrow?"

(End of chapter)