After sending out the telegram and cleaning up the desk, White Shark Hamilton relaxed completely. He was finally in the mood and had the ability to think about the details of what had happened to him.
The first question that popped into his mind was: What about the bouncers outside?
He propped himself up with both hands and walked heavily to the door. When he opened it to take a look, he found that several of his men were standing there unsteadily, telling each other jokes involving women.
Hamiltonās anger rushed to his head, but he soon calmed down. The muscles on his face twitched slightly as he pounded on the open door.
Thump!
The bouncers were startled and instinctively turned to look at the door.
āBossā¦ā
āBossā¦ā
Seeing who was making the sound, they hurriedly stood there and stammered.
White Shark took a deep breath and asked, āDid you see anyone enter my room?ā
āYes, Lardero. He said that there was a situation downstairs.ā The bouncers were confused by the question. āBoss, you were the one who let him inā¦ā
As soon as they finished talking, they suddenly thought of other explanations and asked, āBoss, was something inside stolen?ā
Hamiltonās expression sank, and he shook his head.
āDonāt doze off!ā
Thud! He drew back and closed the door, leaving the few bouncers puzzled as they exchanged looks, suspecting that their boss was drunk.
In the room, the tall and fat Hamilton frowned and started pacing back and forth.
āLardero, Lardero, they saw Larderoā¦ That guy, that guy, can he change into someone elseās appearance?ā As a collaborator who helped pirates sell their loot and gather intelligence, White Shark Hamilton was no stranger to all sorts of sea rumors. The first thing he thought of was the former Pirate Admiral Qilangos who was said to be capable of turning into anyone.
However, he quickly made more connections.
It might not be this mystical ability. If itās really close to the description in the rumors, illusions, cues, and mental manipulation can all do similar things.
Hmm, thereās something amiss. That fellow appeared refined and gentle on the outside, but heās inwardly mad and has terrifying strength. With the character he showcased, he shouldāve knocked unconscious or killed anyone who had seen him, before strolling to the door and very politely knocking on the door!
If itās to avoid creating a huge commotion so as to not leave behind too much information or exposing secrets related to his Sequence, then he couldāve used a more covert method, like climbing through the windowā¦
Very contradictoryā¦ Thereās only one explanation for this contradiction. He was putting on an act!
Was he disguising his personality or disguising his strength? Or both?
When he thought of this, Hamilton suddenly stopped and put all the details together.
That guy is a novice! His madness is a disguise! His strength is demonstrated by relying on some mystical item!
Yes, that must be it!
This can explain the contradictions. He didnāt climb up the walls and enter through the window, because heās a Low-Sequence Beyonder, and he isnāt good in such aspects. The focus of his mystical item isnāt in this domainā¦ In order to successfully enter my room, he was willing to lower his head and address me as ābossā because he was purely relying on the mystical item. He wasnāt too confident about himself and doesnāt have enough pride and madnessā¦ He acted like a madman so as to match the mystical itemās effects of generating horror in others. He created pressure to ask for information.
This can also perfectly explain why he left just like that. The reason why he came to find me is because he obtained such a powerful mystical item. With his elevated ambition, he wants to capture and kill some pirates to make a fortune. Once he knew that Iām serving Silver Coin Viper Oder and Admiral of Bloodās intelligence officer, Old Quinn, to the point of being involved with the Queen Mystic, he got scared and fearful, so he chose to leave after acting perfunctorily. He didnāt dare to kill anyone!
The more Hamilton thought, the closer he felt to the truth. He hurriedly set up the radio transceiver again and flipped through the passcodes and added a telegram to concisely describe his theories.
He didnāt believe that he was being targeted by a hunter, because everything that had happened was a result of the inflated ambition of a young man who simply had a fortuitous encounter. He also gave the corresponding characteristics of the target.
āBlond, blue eyes, not crazy, and even a little timid.
āPossesses a rather mystical item that might allow one to change their appearance and create illusions. In consideration of the sense of horror, the latter is more likely to be true.
āHeās just a novice who doesnāt have much experience. He specializes in mimicking a powerful aura with the help of the item!
āHe knows a thing or two about me, and he doesnāt look like an outsider whoās here in Damir Harbor for the first time.ā
Tap. Tap. Tap . Hamilton stopped his finger and leaned back in satisfaction, his chair creaking under his weight.
The corners of his mouth curled up a little, as though he had already seen the ending of that bastard from just now.
āIt wouldnāt end well for a fellow with a very low Sequence despite possessing a powerful mystical item at sea. Many greedy sharks would rush towards him!
āWhen the time comes, Iāll no longer have to worry about my problems being exposed!ā
ā¦
Under the night sky, the harbor was rather quiet. After leaving the Flying Fish & Wine, Klein made a detour in the distance. He first walked quickly before moving slowly, his pace gradually turning into a stroll.
When he was sure that no one was following him, he turned his face back to Gehrman Sparrow as he passed through the shadows. He stuffed the hem of his shirt into his trousers.
He adjusted his sideburns and took out his gold-rimmed glasses, placing them on the bridge of his nose. It gave him a coldness despite his refined appearance.
He began to rely on the stars to find his way back to the White Agate.
As he walked, he let out a soft chuckle. Amidst the cold wind, he leisurely thought, I hope White Shark isnāt that foolish and is able to see the flaws I left behindā¦
The persona he had set up tonight was of a new adventurer who lacked experience and made mistakes. And this person, on the other hand, knew a lot about Damir Harbor and White Shark. He had a tempting mystical item on him which had messed with his mind, making him a little crazy deep down.
Kleinās initial idea was that pirates would wander around the ocean, and even the navy would have a hard time finding them. If he could get more accurate information from White Shark, he could of course go straight to them. If that didnāt work, his identity could be used as a bait to lure some knowledgeable pirates to a predetermined location to complete the initial hunt.
When it was discovered that White Shark could contact Old Quinn, the intelligence officer of Admiral of Blood, Kleinās plan was completed. His acquisition of the passcodes and the frequency spectrum had allowed him to monitor the corresponding situation and grasp the targetās movement. Then, by interfering with the divination of others, he could, at the most appropriate time, use the combination of having a powerful mystical item and being a weak adventurer as bait, to catch a number of big fish.
Now, the problem I have is that I donāt have the equipment to monitor their communicationsā¦ Itās basically impossible to buy it at seaā¦ Iāll have to use The Worldās identity to get Miss Justice or Miss Magician to buy one in Backlund. Iāll receive the delivery via a sacrificial ritualā¦ This is the advantage of the Tarot Club! With this in mind, Klein sighed.
Seeing the White Agate in sight, he quickened his pace a little and found that Donnaās family and Cleves were returning from another street.
Cleves greeted him by nodding his head. Just like when they officially met, he said in a low voice, āI heard there was trouble at Flying Fish & Wine?ā
Very well-informed and rather familiar with Damir Harborā¦ Klein smiled and replied, āI only taught two cheats a lesson.ā
Clevesās brows twitched slightly, suddenly feeling that his impression of Gehrman Sparrow was a little wrong.
After his previous observation and interaction, he felt that, although this young adventurer was a bit sharp, a bit reserved, and a bit cold, he could still be considered someone who smiled, was polite, and knew when to advance or retreat. But now, he was a bit uncertain. He felt that there might be a hidden flame of madness hidden in the recesses of his heart.
At this moment, Donnaās father interrupted, āMr. Cleves, who is this?ā
āA colleague, Gehrman Sparrow,ā Cleves introduced in a very simple manner.
With a polite smile, Klein extended his right palm.
āItās my honor to meet you. In the future, if you need anyone, and if you canāt find Cleves and the others, you can consider me.ā
āNo problem. I hope youāre as strong and professional as them!ā Donnaās father shook hands with Klein with apparent warmth and introduced himself, āUrdi Branch.ā
Klein had just released his grip on the box when his spiritual perception was triggered. He felt that there was something strange inside the gift boxes the Branch servants were holding.
He quietly activated his Spirit Vision and discovered that the gift box contained strips of cured meat. However, the surface of the cured meat had very rich colors at the red, white, and black spots. They looked they were things from the spirit world.
Thereās the aura of the spirit world, but theyāre practically harmlessā¦ This cured meat is very specialā¦ Klein was surprised.
Noticing his gaze, Donnaās father laughed and said, āThis is a specialty of Damir Harbor. In the center of the island, thereās an extinct volcano. There are a few cracks in the surrounding underground caves where a natural hot wind blows. Curing meat there allows the meat to gain a wonderful and unique flavor. It can be used as gifts for friends.
āMr. Sparrow, if you wish to buy some, itās not too late.ā
Unique flavor? The taste of the spirit world? Klein had a rough idea of what was going on.
According to theories in mysticism, the spirit world completely overlapped with reality without interfering with it. One had to rely on the strength of a Beyonder to open up a gap, but this wasnāt an absolute situation. There were places in the world, which had the spirit world being strong enough to slightly influence reality.
In such regions, it was very easy for the dead to turn into water ghosts, zombies, and the like. There was also a non-trivial possibility that residences in such areas would have paranormal activity.
A similar situation shouldāve occurred in the interior of Damir Harborās underground caves, but itās not serious and doesnāt cause any abnormalities, only giving the cured meat a unique flavorā¦ There wouldnāt be any problems if one doesnāt eat too much of this in one sittingā¦ Klein responded with a smile.
āIām not interested in cured meat.ā
Only at this moment did he finally confirm that the cured meat that the bartender had previously served him was ordinary and nothing special.
At this moment, the little boy, Denton, pointed at the moon in the sky and said, āItās so very red!ā
āYeah!ā Donna nodded in agreement.
Very red? Klein looked up and saw that the red moon was no different than usual.
Because a childās spirit is relatively pure, he temporarily possesses certain Spirit Vision powers after being tainted with the spirit worldās aura from eating such cured meat? Would the children on this island be in a similar situation? Heh heh, this might be the source of Damir Harborās folkloreā¦ Klein observed for a moment and found the answer.
The group strolled back to the ship, moving up the gangway and arriving on the deck.
Klein bade them farewell and went to the second-class cabin.
Suddenly, his mind stirred and he once again activated his Spirit Vision.
He saw the huge skeleton messenger appear in front of him and drop a letter.