paranoianovel Chapter 344 They're all richer than me
Chapter 344 They're all richer than me
Chapter 344 They're all richer than me
After the White Agate docked at the pier, the sparse passengers began to move toward the deck with their suitcases of all sizes.
As several sailors worked together to lower the stairs, the previously orderly passengers instantly surged toward the stairs.
They were so eager to disembark that it was as if a bloodbath was taking place on the ship.
Danitz and Klein trailed at the back of the crowd, clicking their tongues and saying, "What a bunch of cowards."
"By the way, where's that guy? Isn't he getting off the ship, or did he oversleep?"
"Why don't you care about your companions at all?"
Klein maintained Gehrman's cold demeanor, glancing at him sideways: "None of your business."
Danitz gave a dry laugh, then subconsciously looked around to distract himself. He happened to see Erlan and several imposing passengers discussing something in their direction from the bow of the ship.
After withdrawing his gaze, he silently moved from Gehrman Sparrow's right side to his left side.
Klein glanced at him, said nothing, and silently followed the flow of people off the ship.
On the dock, with the gaze from behind gone, Danitz breathed a sigh of relief.
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"Those hidden vigilantes won't recognize my disguise, will they?"
"It must have been that guy Ellan who tipped them off!"
Klein suddenly interrupted his muttering: "You're free."
"Huh?" Danitz was a little taken aback.
"Aren't you going to use my head to pay the 3000 gold pound bounty?"
Sirien leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Maybe they're planning to fatten him up before slaughtering him, so they can make more money that way."
The sudden voice made Danitz jump, but he quickly recovered and glared at him angrily, saying, "Damn it, when did you show up?"
Cyril shrugged. "I've always been here, it's just that you all subconsciously ignored me."
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Danitz paused for a moment, memories flashing through his mind. It seemed that there had indeed been someone next to him since he got on the deck, but he had been ignoring that person.
"Bullshit!"
"What strange and extraordinary ability did you use?"
"Fine, whatever extraordinary abilities you use, goodbye, no, it's best if we never see each other again."
As he spoke, he glanced warily at Gehrman Sparrow beside him, then weaved through the dense crowd and ran to the other side of the street.
Before disappearing completely from the street, he would occasionally look back to make sure that Gehrman had really let him go, or was trying to use him as bait.
Klein turned slightly to look at Sirion and calmly asked, "What are your plans next?"
"Me?" After a moment's thought, Cyril said, "Find a quiet place where I won't be disturbed, wait patiently for things to happen, and then act as a bystander, a recorder."
"My intuition tells me that this trip to Bayam will be able to completely eliminate the last part of the Recorder's Potion."
Hearing his words, Klein felt a sudden, uneasy premonition: "What's going to happen here?"
"I don't know." Sirion shook his head slightly, then changed the subject: "But some people are born to be the protagonist. As soon as they appear, all sorts of things and troubles will follow. This is a challenge, but also an opportunity."
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"..." After a half-second silence, Klein used his "Joker" ability to control his expression and said coldly, "You look a lot like a former colleague of mine."
"Just as handsome?"
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"Just as childish."
After a brief exchange, the two tacitly chose to leave in different directions.
In Backlund, at the Audra family manor, Emlyn followed Kasimi back to the hall from the slumbering depths of Nibais.
In the reception room, which was decorated mainly in black and red, Kasim looked at Emlin with a not-so-good expression.
He took a deep breath and said, suppressing his emotions, "Wait here for a moment, I'll go prepare the anonymous bank account."
After saying that, without waiting for Emlyn's reply, he turned and strode out the door.
Emlyn sat on the sofa in the living room with a smirk, happily eating the fruit offered to guests on the table, completely ignoring Kasim's earlier attitude.
He had just met with Marquis Nibais and reached an agreement on the recovery of the characteristics belonging to the moon.
This powerful vampire was willing to pay 4000 gold pounds for each vampire trait, which would give him a net profit of 2000 gold pounds.
...The money I've earned during this period, plus my previous savings, has exceeded 3000 gold pounds, but it's still far from enough to buy the baron's estate that Mr. "The Hanged Man" found.
To earn another 1500 pounds in a short time, either "Sun" can hunt vampires in Silver City, or I can sell a batch of my collection of dolls.
No, absolutely not! The doll is the bottom line!
To raise the money, I was unable to buy any more dolls for a long time afterward; I absolutely couldn't lose them again.
While he was lost in thought, Kasimi had already returned to the reception room with an unsealed light-colored envelope.
"These are two anonymous bank accounts with a total amount of £12000 in them."
"I hope you will hand over the money to the other party after you have obtained those three traits. You can keep the transaction confidential for the other party, but you also need to be responsible for your vampire identity."
Our transactions were all completed through Mr. Fool; no one dared to cheat in front of such a great being.
In a flash, Emlyn nodded earnestly to the other person: "I understand."
pedal!pedal!pedal!
The sound of hurried and disordered footsteps could be faintly heard amidst the howling wind.
Klein stopped thoughtfully at the street corner, turned around and looked behind him. His excellent spiritual intuition allowed him to sense the movement behind him in advance.
The moment his gaze met that of Danitz, who was stumbling towards him, the latter collapsed with a thud.
...Do pirates now need to resort to staged accidents to get rich?
He muttered something to himself and slowly stepped forward.
As he got closer, he noticed the smell of blood in the air and the grotesque, exaggerated wound on Danitz's chest and abdomen.
He calmly stated a fact to Danitz, who was lying on the ground: "You're going to die..."
Danitz's eyes were filled with resentment and sorrow as he interrupted Klein with difficulty and halting pauses: "Yes, please tell the captain that I..."
"Tell the captain, our base has been discovered, yes, it's Steel!" said McVitie, who was after the treasure.
"Phew~, there's still..."
His voice suddenly stopped. He saw "Iron" McVitie chasing after him along the trail he had left behind, saw the other man's clenched fists and the malice in his eyes, saw the other man suddenly stop and then flee in panic.
With a face full of bewilderment and disbelief, he heard Cyril's voice: "It seems the prey you set your sights on has been scared away by me. Aren't you going to chase after it?"
Klein watched as Sirion appeared at any time, seemingly like an NPC joining in the fun, and only managed to keep his mouth from twitching thanks to the "Joker's" excellent facial muscle control.
"When did you arrive?"
Cyril pointed to Danitz lying on the ground and said, "Here comes your 3000 pounds."
As a qualified recorder, I naturally followed the center of the event from beginning to end.
As he moved, Danitz noticed the sketchbook in his hand and saw a picture on the paper of himself being punched and sent flying by "Iron" McVitie.
Danitz suddenly felt a lump in his throat, unable to expel it: "...You've been watching the whole time?"
Watching me walk into the trap, watching me be hunted down, and watching me escape?
No wonder you always seem to be at odds with demons; you're the real demon.
Seeing Danitz staring intently at him, Cyril kindly reminded him, "Aren't you going to finish your last words?"
Danitz paused for a moment, the stabbing pain in his chest and abdomen and the increasingly intense feeling of weakness brought his thoughts back to reality, and then he looked at Gehrman Sparrow with grief and indignation.
He even thought that the cold, ruthless, and crazy Gehrman was a better person than some other nasty guy.
Taking a deep breath, he suppressed his weakness and continued, "Tell the captain for me, my inheritance..."
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"And...please tell me, yes, I'm sorry..."
"I...
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His eyes were already wet, his voice was broken and intermittent, and he looked like he was barely breathing, about to die. "I, I..."
He opened his mouth, but could not utter a word.
Just as his vision went black and he felt his life was about to end, he suddenly felt the pain in his chest and abdomen disappear, replaced by a pain in his left hand that felt like it was broken.
He stared blankly at Klein, then at Cyril, who had told him to finish his last words. His thoughts, still reeling from the grief of his impending death, were gradually filled with absurdity and anger.
"Didn't you include a confession of your feelings to Edwina in your last words?"
"What a pity, I was planning to write a letter to your captain."
Danitz stared wide-eyed at Sirion, who had spoken, his face gradually turning red, and steam seemed to rise from the top of his head.
"I, you, no, how did you know?"
"Wait, why didn't you show up sooner, or at least heal me first?"
Cyril shrugged. "Didn't you successfully find Gehrman Sparrow under my escort?"
Klein looked in the direction where "Iron" McVitie had fled and said calmly, "You interrupted me just now. I'll wait for you to finish."
"It's polite."
Danitz had a blank face, his complexion changing from red to white to black, resembling a spilled bucket of paint.
I'm escorting you, you bitch, and you're clearly just watching the show from the sidelines, you even have time to draw!
Politeness is a slut! I was really giving my last words!
This is utter bullshit. How did I end up running into two people with such abnormal brain circuits?
What kind of clandestine organization could possibly train two people like you at once...?
Sirien glanced at Danitz, who seemed a little lost in thought, and casually asked, "Do you need a copy of that picture book?"
"I...."
Danitz opened his mouth, but the curse he was about to utter suddenly stopped. The return of his reason reminded him that the person in front of him was a big shot with a bounty higher than his own captain's, the kind who could easily take him down with one hand.
goo~
His throat bobbed, and with a sudden effort, he sprang to his feet, then politely shook his head, saying, "No, no need. I'm just a pirate; I can't appreciate this kind of art."
"That's true." Sirion nodded in agreement.
Danitz's face twisted again... Bullshit, how can there be such an annoying guy? He's even more annoying than Gehrman Sparrow.
Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he asked, "Aren't you going to pursue 'Iron' McVitie? His bounty is a whopping 6000 pounds in the country of Loen alone."
Klein shook his head: "It's raining."
Danitz: (∞)
He wanted to get angry, but considering the difference in strength between the two sides, he wasn't so angry anymore.
A raindrop landed on the tip of his nose. He reached up and touched it, saying incredulously, "It really is raining."
After he finished sighing, he found that Sirion and Klein had already walked down another street.
After hesitating for a moment, Danitz finally jogged to catch up with them.
Until "Iron" McVitie is dealt with, it's safer to stay by the side of these two annoying guys.
After returning home from the Audra family manor, Emlyn went to the bank and met another vampire, transferring 2000 pounds from an anonymous account and acquiring the fruit of the Radiant Spirit Tree.
After preparing everything, he drew the curtains in the bedroom, used the potion to create a spiritual wall, and then prepared the ritual to offer sacrifices to Mr. Fool.
...After lighting the two candles in the center of the ceremony and adding essential oils and hydrosols, he stepped back and recited a prayer in ancient Hermes: "Fool who does not belong to this age, you are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, you are the king of yellow and black who holds good fortune."
"Your faithful followers pray to you;
We implore you to open the gates of your kingdom;
Please accept my offering.
Above the gray fog, as Klein's spirituality spread, it touched the ever-expanding, ripple-filled illusory star.
The once tranquil gray mist was stimulated by an invisible force, surging wildly and condensing into a dark blue-black illusory door in the hall behind the mottled long table.
Immediately afterwards, an envelope without a light color and a fruit with a faint glow on its surface, resembling a miniature "sun," flew out from behind the illusory gate.
After confirming by divination that everything was alright, he reached into a pile of clutter in the corner and pulled out three fist-sized, bright red "hearts" stained with a lot of dark color.
These "hearts" are slightly expanding and contracting, with a semi-transparent surface and liquid flowing inside.
This is the extraordinary characteristic of the "vampire" that "Sun" Derrick had already sacrificed and sent up two days ago.
Klein pushed his hand forward, sending three corrupted "vampire" traits into the illusory portal.
Then it spreads spiritually, touching the illusory stars that represent "destiny" and "the sun," and conveying the message to them.
After doing all that, he looked at the envelope containing the anonymous bank account information and couldn't help but mutter, "How come they're all richer than me!"
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