Seeing everyone on the Golden Dream aim their sights at Anderson, Klein took a step forward and said to Danitz, his side facing him, “Bring me to the captain’s cabin.”
“… Alright. Alright.” Danitz retracted his angry glare aimed at Anderson Hood.
The Golden Dream first released a dinghy before lowering a gangway, allowing Klein to easily step onto the deck without using a charm.
Anderson followed by his side, completely ignoring the glares of the Golden Dream’s crew. With a smile, he strolled forward as he looked around, treating it as his own home.
“Hello, Mr. Sparrow. I’m this ship’s first mate, Bru Walls.” A 1.8-meter-tall man with a monocle politely bowed.
“… Haha, it’s my honor. I’m only a treasure hunter who dreams to be an artisan, but I ended up having to be a gourmet,” Bru Wall said in a self-deprecating manner. He pointed to the man beside him and said, “Our second mate, Singer Orpheus.”
The Singer had deep sculpted outlines and a head of resplendent blond hair. He said with a sad smile, “Actually, I’m only praising the sun, but now, my ‘sun’ has disappeared.”
“…”
Klein nearly felt goosebumps all over him.
“Tsk, as expected of someone from Intis. He speaks like he’s singing. What a pity, I grew up in Segar, in Lenburg, and didn’t pick up this ability,” Anderson said with a chuckle. It wasn’t clear if he was praising or degrading Orpheus; after all, half the blood flowing in his veins was Intis blood.
“We’ve met.
“Let’s not waste any time.”
“Alright.” Bru Walls heaved a sigh of relief, stroked his short beard and led the way into the cabin.
If it wasn’t for how famous Gehrman Sparrow was on the ship, he wouldn’t have been that polite.
At that moment, Anderson deliberately stayed behind, walking alongside Danitz, Orpheus, and company.
He looked to his left and right, unfazed by how the surrounding pirates looked like they wanted to rip him apart. He laughed with a tsk.
“The one you should be wary of isn’t me.”
“Yes, we aren’t wary of you. We only want to stuff you in. See that? Into that cannon!” Danitz wasn’t afraid that Anderson was the Strongest Hunter. After all, they were on the Golden Dream. There were plenty of pirates, and many of them were Sequence 6 or 7 Beyonders.
Anderson curled his lips.
“I’m actually not a threat. Think about it; your captain definitely hates and detests me. She wouldn’t even want to speak to me. Isn’t that ideal?”
“…”
Danitz turned agape, but he didn’t say a thing. He suddenly felt that what the pile of dogsh*t said made sense.
The looks in the eyes of Orpheus, Jodeson, and company also subconsciously turned gentle.
Anderson chuckled as he looked at them. He said in a rather ethereal tone, “The person you should be wary about is Gehrman Sparrow.”
“Why?” Danitz blurted out.
Anderson laughed.
“I’m assuming. Assuming that Gehrman successfully finds your captain and rescues her, will your captain have fond feelings for him as a result? Besides, he looks pretty good. He has that cold and aloof aesthetic and is strong. He’s at the level of a pirate admiral, and his background is especially mysterious. He’s completely compatible…”
Orpheus and company had their expressions collapse bit by bit. They looked at Gehrman Sparrow’s back with a newfound sense of wariness.
When he arrived inside the captain’s cabin, Klein first circled the room which was nearly filled with bookshelves. On it were all kinds of books.
According to Danitz’s description, Edwina had vanished during her research. Therefore, finding traces of her research was Klein’s goal. After he gathered enough information, he would head above the gray fog to divine the matter.
At that moment, the desk was a mess with many things placed on it. There was white paper, a fountain pen, an ink bottle, a bronze dagger, and untidily stacked books.
In the middle of the desk was a book made of goatskin. Its dark brown cover had the words “Groselle’s Travels” written in ancient Feysac.
Seeing Gehrman Sparrow study the ancient book, Danitz forced a smile and said, “There’s nothing wrong with it. We have already inspected it.”
Danitz shook his head. Bru Walls, Orpheus, Jodeson, and company shook their heads as well.
Their expressions seemed to say that their daily studies were tiring enough. They didn’t wish to read any other books during their breaks!
Swiping his fingertip across the yellowish-brown goatskin, Klein carefully and seriously read each page.
Soon, he arrived at the spot where the pages were stuck together. From the corner of his eye, he saw what was written in it.
He clearly remembered that his previous read stopped at giant Groselle and his team preparing to challenge the frost dragon, the King of the North, in a head-on clash. There was nothing after that, but now, there were two more pages!
It also meant that the stuck pages had thinned, and the book had two more pages!
The two pages described a lost female pirate. She encountered the King of the North in a blizzard, and she was nearly killed. Only by using all her strength was she successful in escaping before meeting the main lead’s team who were here to challenge the frost dragon.
With this idea in mind, Klein quickly realized certain problems.
Soon, he looked up at Danitz and company.
“Prepare items like candles. I will be praying for an answer from a secret existence.”
They didn’t dare to watch such dangerous rituals unless Gehrman Sparrow requested them to do so.
Inside the captain’s cabin, Klein locked the door, closed the windows, and quickly set up the ritual. Then, he brought Groselle’s Travels above the gray fog.
After placing the ancient book at the end of the long bronze table, he sat down and conjured a pen and paper. He then scribbled a divination statement: “Edwina is in the story of this book.”
