Because "Silver Viper" Odell is not a pirate, it is difficult to tell whether the various rumors about him are true or false, Klein withdrew his gaze towards the staircase, walked to the bar, found a place to sit down, tapped on the table and said:

"A glass of zarha. ”

This is a locally produced malt beer, which is much cheaper than the Southwell beer, which needs to be shipped from the North Continent.

"3pence. The bartender recovered from his silence and picked up an upside-down cup.

The crowd in the bar also began to whisper, and under the light of a gas wall lamp, they talked about the reason why the "silver coin viper" Odell bought ten tickets.

"He's definitely being tracked, three boats and ten tickets, just to make the tracker wonder which one they're going to on!" said a gangster with tattoos on his sleeves and arms, based on his two absconding experiences.

One of the adventurers who drank Lie Langqi sneered:

"You don't know Odell, and if his plan was that simple, he wouldn't have the nickname 'Silver Viper'.

"I bet they won't get on any of the passenger ships that those ten tickets represent!

"The only thing that can be confirmed is that they are going to Port Prieze. ”

Another adventurer shook his head and said:

"Maybe the information about going to Port Pletzer is also fake. ”

The previous gang members were stunned when they heard this, and said unadmittedly:

"According to your description, Odell probably had this in mind, so he just wanted to go to Pritz Harbor to get on one of the three ships!"

The two adventurers opened their mouths to refute, but after thinking about it carefully, they felt that it was really a big possibility, and they were speechless for a while.

This made the gangster very happy, and he drank the rest of the liquor in one gulp.

Klein took a glass of zarha, listened boredly and drank a sip, waiting for the fake identification and ferry ticket he needed to return.

"It's going to be three quarters of an hour, and I hope there won't be any surprises, and there won't be chaos in the bar......," he prayed silently, drawing a crimson moon in his heart.

The pale yellow beer lowered at a slow pace, and Crane looked at the wall clock and the doorway, hoping that time would pass quickly.

More than half an hour passed, and the door of the bar was suddenly opened with a clang, and the night breeze outside poured in.

No way...... The corners of Klein's mouth twitched slightly, resisting the urge to smile bitterly, and turned his head sideways to look at the place where the voice came from.

Five people appeared at the door, the leader of whom had black hair and brown eyes, a deep face, hard lines, and a very Rune character, and was probably in his early forties.

His expression was grim and majestic, which made everyone in the bar unconsciously quiet again.

And the three men and one woman behind him are all wearing trench coats, holding the revolver unabashedly, and it seems that as long as there is a little abnormality, they will aim and shoot instantly.

I don't know, it's not on any wanted warrants, there's no bounty...... Crane muttered, keeping the audience in shape.

The five intruders suddenly dispersed, came to different drinkers, bent slightly, looked at them, and asked one after another:

"Where's 'Silver Viper' Odell?"

The drinkers were hesitating to answer when they saw the black muzzles of their guns pointed at them, and the grips made of white ivory or ebony showed a strange beauty in the light.

"He, they're on the second floor!" the questioned drinker pointed to the staircase almost at the same time.

Is there really someone tracking Odell, is this trying to deal with the "mysterious queen", or is the "silver coin viper" doing something on his own? Or is it because of the mysterious man who wears a hood and eats candy next to him? Crane took another sip of beer and watched as four of the intruders split up and went to the second floor, while the remaining one stayed where he was, continuing to ask.

Soon, the latter grasped the situation of Odell asking Denier to buy a ticket, and immediately walked up to the thin and black marketeer, and asked in a deep voice:

"Tell me honestly, where did Odell buy a ticket to go?"

Denier didn't rely on his connections, squeezed out a smile and said:

He did not specify that the request was ten, each belonging to three different ships, the time was tomorrow, and the destination was the port of Prieze. ”

"Really?" the interrogator was a man in his twenties with an aggressive style.

Denier whispered in response:

"You can ask everybody in this place, and they've heard it. ”

"Shit!" the man nudged Denier in exasperation, then turned to the other drinkers.

Denier staggered back and saw that he was about to fall, hitting the back of his head on the edge of a small round table, and then felt more strength in his shoulder, and his body immediately regained his balance.

He subconsciously looked sideways and saw that it was the customer who had just bought a black ferry ticket with a fake identity certificate.

"Thanks, these damn military hyenas!" said Denier, who thanked him first, and then whispered through gritted teeth.

It was Klein who held him up, and he didn't want any surprises from the "ticket seller", after all, he had already paid £5 in cash in advance.

Of course, it is also his habit to use innocent people who are affected.

In Byam, this description often means that the target is MI9...... what did "Silver Viper" Odell do?Klein muttered to himself, ruling out the possibility that someone was targeting the "mysterious queen".

Because for the Rune military, it doesn't make any sense.

As his thoughts turned, the members of MI9 who had gone to the second floor hurried downstairs, and while going straight to the door, they said to their companions:

"I jumped out of the window a long time ago!"

The crowd came and went in a hurry, and the bar was soon bustling again, except for the door that was still slightly shaking, indicating that it had not been peaceful.

Klein finally waited for the fake ID and the black boat ticket, so he didn't have to worry about being accidentally interrupted.

After paying the remaining £15 in cash, he left the seaweed bar and returned to the regular hotel he was renting.

John Jorder ...... It's too easy to name, isn't it? Before you go back to Beckland, you'll have to get a more authentic identification. Klein flipped through a series of identification documents and tossed them into his suitcase.

He took a bath, relaxed, and prepared to leave Byam tomorrow for the last leg of his voyage.

Just then, he heard a knock on the door.

Who?—Crane hurriedly took off his bathrobe, put on his clothes and pants, and walked to the door.

Outside, there were several policemen in black uniforms, one who appeared to be a Rune, and the rest were either half-breeds or pure natives.

"What's the matter?" Crane asked, confused.

"Please show your identification. A half-breed said politely, because the gentleman across from him seemed to be from Rune as well.

Luckily, I just got one, otherwise I'd have to go to the police station tonight, or run away on the spot, change and start over...... Crane muttered as he returned to his room and pulled out his identification.

The officer of the Rune led by the Rune casually flipped the road:

"Mr. Yorde, you live here alone?"

"Yes, all the people at the hostel can attest. Crane replied calmly.

The Rune officer smiled slightly:

"Have you ever met this person?"

As he spoke, he asked the officer next to him to open a portrait of an unusually thin old man with gray and messy hair, but other than that, there were no obvious features.

"Nope. Crane shook his head.

"He loves sweets. Officer Rune added.

"Candy ......" Crane suddenly remembered the mysterious hooded man next to "Silver Viper" Odell, who had been eating coffee-colored candy at short intervals.

After some consideration, Klein said without concealment:

"Maybe I did, when I was in the seaweed bar before, I saw a candy lover following 'Silver Viper' Odell. ”

The Rune officer didn't hide his disappointment, gave a brief thank-you, and ended the questioning.

It wasn't until they knocked on the other room that Crane closed the wooden door and returned to his easy chair.

"Odell's matter not only led to the people of MI9, but also asked the Governor's Mansion to arrange manpower to carry out a city-wide investigation, it......'s not easy," he whispered, deciding to go above the gray fog, browse the prayer points around the "Poseidon Scepter", and find more information from the prayers of many believers in Baiam, lest he be caught up in the big whirlpool for some reason because of his wrong response.

Entering the bathroom and onto the gray mist, Crane beckoned the bone scepter that surrounded countless points of light to fly out of the clutter pile.

Browsing through the points of light, he could only confirm that the interrogation just now was not a small matter, and the targets were Odell and the mysterious man, but he could not know more.

After thinking about it, he cast his gaze on a point of light that had been specially marked by divinity.

It belonged to a mixed-race policeman named Braya, who called himself the "god of the sea" and endured humiliation to convert to the "Lord of the Storm" in order to climb higher in the police station.

He's now a superintendent!

Then, Crane threw the will of the "Poseidon" into the corresponding point of light.

Braya, who was arranging for his subordinates to do things at the police station, suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, hurriedly made an excuse, entered the bathroom, and prayed in a low voice:

"The Companion of the Sea and the Spirit, the Great Kavituwa, your devotees report to you.

"The key man we are looking for tonight is a very thin old man, his hair is all gray, but it is quite thick, but it is very messy, he is very afraid of the cold, he wears very thick clothes in Byam, he loves to eat sugar, as if he were a steam engine, and candy is good coal, which means to find him but not hurt him. ”

Crane ignored Braya, pulled his thoughts back, tapped his fingers on the edge of the long table, and said:

"This description gives me a sense of familiarity compared to the portrait.

"Seems to have heard of ...... somewhere"

For the "soothsayer," familiarity meant clues, so Klein wrote divination sentences and began to inquire about his spirituality.

He recited the sentence silently, leaned back in his chair, and fell into a deep sleep with meditation as a pedal.

In the gloomy dream world, Klein finds himself back in Beckland, back to 15 Minsk Street, where he had previously rented.

In front of him was Ian, whose eyes were bright red, and the big boy raised his head and said:

"Turani von Hermosiuin, the greatest scientist since Russell the Great, mathematician, mechanic, father of the second generation of differential machines. ”

Suddenly, Klein woke up and understood who MI9 was looking for!

What they are looking for is a great scientist who has only one manuscript of the third-generation differential machine, which has caused fierce competition between the Rune military and the Intis spy organization, and there are many deaths!

They're looking for Frankenstein, who has mysteriously disappeared for years!

No wonder the "Blood General" intelligence officer Old Quinn has an improved radio station that is more advanced than Beckland! Klein was stunned.

PS: Change first, then change.