EFB Chapter 331 "Blazing Flames" Danitz
Chapter 331 "Blazing Flames" Danitz
Chapter 331 "Blazing Flames" Danitz
In a villa near the coast in Constance, the capital of Seashire County.
"Sirien" and Haven sat on the sofa by the fireplace in the restaurant, one flipping through a picture book and the other flipping through a manuscript.
At a nearby dining table, a middle-aged gentleman with slightly flushed cheeks was talking about his various deeds in his youth, while his listener was a young man with a mature face and a somewhat old-fashioned demeanor.
A little further out by the window, two ladies were playing with little Thomas.
"Sirien" glanced at them, closed the picture book in his hand, tilted his head slightly, and whispered in Havin's ear: "Every year, no, every time we meet, he tells us about his heroic deeds when he was young, and he can always make some differences in the details. I have lost count of how many versions of the story I have heard."
Ha Wen nodded slightly: "Perhaps it's so we won't get tired of hearing it."
"Your father is often away from home because of business dealings. This is his way of trying to connect with us. You have to understand."
"Sirien" glanced back, then smirked and said, "Of course I understand, after all, I don't have to be that loyal listener anymore."
Upon hearing this, Ha Wen lowered his head slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips, and his shoulders twitched slightly.
Their whispered conversation didn't last long. Mr. Gray, the middle-aged gentleman who was talking animatedly, seemed to feel that one listener wasn't enough, so he called them back to the table.
"Haven, Sir Ryan, you two shouldn't bury yourselves in your own work. It's a holiday, a time to enjoy life. Work should be put aside for now."
"Sirien" and Havin exchanged a glance, then nodded helplessly: "Okay..."
Onboard the White Agate, a temporary yet unique dinner party ended in a strange atmosphere as it gradually quieted down.
After parting ways with everyone, Cyril remained on the deck, leaning against the ship's railing, bathed in the crimson veil, watching the waves grow ever darker in the distance, and enjoying the cool, damp sea breeze.
"This is a perfect time to recite a poem."
Klein's voice came from behind him. He stopped at the gunwale and looked out at the distant sea.
"Hmm..." Sirion pondered, raising his hands. "O ocean, you are all water, goddess..."
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His voice suddenly stopped, he chuckled dryly, put his hand down as if nothing had happened, and leaned on the gunwale, casting his gaze into the distance.
For a fleeting moment, he felt a warning from his spiritual intuition.
It was as if a subtle gaze had intentionally or unintentionally swept over him, passing over him.
...Shouldn't it be so that it can be heard?
Because Klein was here, the goddess had been keeping an eye on him, which is why she noticed him.
As he drifted into thought, Klein beside him had a somewhat stiff expression, staring intently at the undulating sea in front of him, trying not to laugh out loud.
...He's quite a talent; I actually thought he could recite some elegant poetry.
No, I have to hold it in. Gehrman Sparrow is a cool and aloof character; I can't laugh.
After suppressing his laughter for a moment, he said with a sigh, "Such things are more suitable for those with broad knowledge; for them, anything they've seen, they won't forget."
Unlike me, all I can say right now is: What a beautiful night!
Cyril raised an eyebrow: "You look down on my modern realist poetry?"
"Hmm..." Klein fell silent... It's hard to say.
After a two-second silence, he decisively changed the subject: "Captain Ellan, and those two former adventurers who were bodyguards, seem to have discovered your identity."
Cyril nodded, not too surprised: "I didn't add any more disguise to myself. It would be a disqualification if they still couldn't recognize me."
"My lucky coin tells me there's no danger; a smart person would choose not to see anything."
As he spoke, he magically produced a gold Horn in his hand and flicked it into the air with a clang.
Klein stared at the unremarkable golden Horn coin that spun in mid-air before finally landing back in the other person's hand, unsure whether it was truly a lucky coin or just some kind of joke.
As his thoughts wandered, a damp, cold sea breeze lashed against him, and Klein couldn't help but shiver. He wrapped his coat tighter around himself, then decisively took his leave and returned to his cabin.
Backlund, the eastern district, is gradually returning to its former glory as a new population floods in.
Inside a cheap rental room, Triss, wearing a loose white men's shirt, suddenly turned her head alertly.
Pale yellow flames kept seeping in through the cracks in the doors and windows of the rented room.
To Triss's astonished and flustered gaze, they quickly coalesced, reforming into a figure dressed in a light, dark robe, exuding a stern aura and possessing a handsome appearance.
Tobias's emotionless gaze swept over Triss before he calmly asked, "So, this is the potion recipe for the 'Witch of Pain' that you want?"
Triss's heart suddenly raced. Her powerful spiritual intuition as a witch made her feel a pressure from the other person that was even more terrifying than that of a high-ranking witch, as well as an indescribable charm that made people want to follow and be loyal to her.
A strange intuition welled up inside her, as if as long as she slept with the other person, let him experience true pleasure, and become immersed in it, she could completely digest the "Pleasure Witch's" potion.
She took a deep breath, bit her lip to clear her mind, and then nodded, saying, "Yes, yes."
Tobias nodded slightly and tapped his finger lightly in mid-air.
Wisps of crimson light spilled from the void, outlining lines of vibrant words in mid-air:
Sequence 5: Pain Main Ingredients: Head of a flower-faced bat, gallbladder of a two-tailed black snake.
Additional ingredients: 30 ml of blood from a spotted bat, 50 ml of blood from a seriously ill human, the tip of the tail of a two-tailed black snake, and 10 drops of Blue Essence Eucalyptus essential oil.
Ritual: Without using a double, be burned at the stake for fifteen minutes and survive without going insane.
Triss was taken aback by the other party's straightforward action, and then quickly memorized the "Witch of Pain" potion recipe that was displayed in front of her.
A few breaths later, the flames in the air dissipated. Triss withdrew her gaze and asked, "What price do I need to pay for this formula?"
Tobias pondered for a moment before saying, "When the person who wrote to me about this matter, they didn't mention that you would have to pay a price, and as for my needs, you don't seem to be able to help."
"How about this, you secretly proclaim the name of my Lord in this oppressive and confusing East District."
"There is no need for extensive publicity or conflict with the authorities; focus on the quality of believers rather than their numbers."
"I see."
Triss nodded seriously, then half-clenched her right hand, extended three fingers, and pressed them onto her left breast.
Tobias chuckled softly, took a step back, and his figure suddenly disintegrated, transforming into pale yellow flames that flickered from the crack in the door...
It disappeared in the gaps of window frames and other places.
In an alley not far from the low-rent housing, flames suddenly rose, and then Tobias emerged from the flames.
He glanced back in the direction of Triss's low-rent apartment and a smile crept onto his face.
"Sending witches to spread faith, that's truly... a decision made with keen insight into people's hearts~"
"It was all planned out, but they made me act it out. That guy is young, but he's surprisingly good at understanding people."
"...Was I also fooled by him using this method back then?"
"Unfortunately, the Rune royal family and the Witch Cult will definitely not let the matter of stealing the Conqueror's trait go unresolved. It's not appropriate for me to show myself until I regain my angelic strength. I can also help spread the faith."
"Although I don't know why that person isn't very interested in spreading the faith, the existence of the anchor is important to all great beings, and I'm sure it wouldn't be wrong for me to do my part in this."
"Whether it's a resurrected ancient god or a disguised true god, this is the only opportunity I can seize right now."
"Although I have separated from my other self, as my strength gradually recovers, I am once again feeling the influence of the 'City of Calamity'."
As he spoke, he stepped out of the alley and blended naturally into the crowd on the street.
Ugh!
With a deep blast of its horn, the White Agate entered the port of Damir.
Because the port of Bansi was no longer a stop, the White Agate's stop at Damir Port was extended to allow for the replenishment of more food and fresh water.
On the empty deck after many passengers disembarked, Cyril encountered Erlan and his first mate, who were also preparing to disembark.
Noticing that Cyril was approaching, Ellan quickly said, "We're not going to the telegraph office."
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This makes it sound like I'm here to threaten you.
After nodding slightly, he walked past the two men and headed towards the stairs that had been lowered to the side of the ship.
After Cyril walked away, the overweight first mate with a beer belly looked at Ellan in surprise and suspicion: "Captain, he...."
Airland shook his head and sighed, "It's best to pretend we don't know anything. As long as we don't do anything unnecessary, he won't know what we'll do. Wasn't it the same last time?"
"We are just a passenger ship transporting passengers; this kind of thing should be left to the Storm Church and the Kingdom's military to deal with."
The first mate shook his head and explained, "I just don't understand why he boarded the White Agate again. Does he like this ship?"
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"..." Aerlan suddenly fell silent.
He thought of a very serious question: if this "painter" appeared on the White Agate several more times, would rumors circulate at sea that he was colluding with the other party?
Even if the shipping company and MI9 don't care, once such rumors spread, passengers will try their best to avoid the White Agate.
After a long silence, he sighed and said, "Let's talk about that later. Our goal now is to reach Bayam safely."
"Let's go to a bar and have a couple of drinks. Alcohol won't solve the problem, but it can help me forget about it for a while."
The first mate shook his head and refused his suggestion: "I'm not going. I can't get drunk anyway."
"And after seeing that guy, I developed a phobia of getting off the ship."
Upon hearing this, Erlan did not try to persuade him further, and turned around to follow the route that Cyrien had taken earlier, descending the stairs from the ship.
After disembarking, Cyril wandered around the port area before finally stopping in front of a wall covered with all sorts of bounty posters.
The bounty posters on these posters appear to be frequently updated; even the oldest-looking ones don't show any signs of yellowing.
As he scanned the area, he quickly spotted two familiar bounty posters. One belonged to the "Mysterious Queen," with a bounty of £200 million, while the other belonged to him, with a bounty of only £45000.
He looked away, put on the fisherman's hat he was holding, and then turned around and went back the way he came.
Shortly after he left, the wanted poster with his portrait on the wall suddenly caught fire and turned to ashes, which were then scattered by the wind.
Within the next two minutes, all the bounty posters for him in Damir Port silently destroyed themselves.
Meanwhile, in a quiet, dark alley, a man cloaked in black coughed lightly, making his voice sound serious and deep, and said, "I am Danitz, the fourth boatswain of the Golden Dream, under Vice Admiral Iceberg Edwards!"
After a moment of silence, another voice rang out from across the alley: "Danitz, the 'Flame' with a bounty of 3000 pounds?"
His deep voice seemed to suppress a terrifying and bloodthirsty madness, like a ravenous monster, drooling over his flesh and soul, pouncing on him.
Danitz froze on the spot, his body tense to the point of trembling slightly.
It felt like only a short moment, yet also like an eternity, before the feeling of bloodlust and madness on the other side finally subsided.
Then his shoulder slumped as a hand suddenly reached out from behind him and slapped him on the shoulder with a snap.
goo~
Danitz instinctively swallowed hard. In front of him was a monstrous, bloodthirsty monster, and behind him was a silent ghost. He felt that this was probably his last vacation.
He clenched his fist tightly, and a crimson flame suddenly appeared. Then a somewhat familiar voice rang in his ear: "Oh, we meet again, Mr. Danitz with the 3000-pound bounty."
Danitz turned around in surprise, and then Randolph Carter's face, which he had just seen on the bounty wall, was right in front of him: "It's you?"
He paused for a moment, then bent his knees and moved his feet, freeing his shoulder from Cyril's grasp. He then took two steps back imperceptibly, until he was behind Cyril.
Feeling safer, he pointed to Klein, who had calmed down, and said, "This guy is a dangerous individual, like one of those irrational, bloodthirsty monsters."
"I just came to explain our platform and ask him if he wanted to join our Golden Dream," and he tried to eat me alive!
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After a half-second silence, Cyril looked at Danitz, who had moved behind him, and said, "If you weren't a pirate, you would definitely be a very talented comedian."
Klein, who was on the other side, felt as if a crow had flown over his head when he saw this scene.
This guy hasn't been at sea for very long, but how come he seems to know people everywhere?