svetikya Chapter 173 Danitz: Achoo!
Chapter 173 Danitz: Achoo!
Chapter 173 Danitz: Achoo!
"Monkey Brando"
Bernadette murmured the name softly, seemingly lost in thought. After a moment, she looked up at Alger again.
"What about the suitcase?" she asked. "And what's left inside?"
"Here you are, madam." Alger didn't dare to be negligent in the slightest. He quickly turned around and walked to the cabinet in the captain's cabin, took out the somewhat old-looking leather suitcase with both hands, and placed it on the table.
Bernadette did not make a move, but simply waved her hand gently.
"Clatter".
The lock on the suitcase popped open on its own. Then, several documents inside the suitcase, as if supported by an invisible hand, slowly flew out and hovered in front of her.
Bernadette's gaze quickly swept over the few pages of Russell's flamboyant "Amorous History," and then her eyes were firmly drawn to several other pages filled with research notes.
"Antigonus—."
When she saw that ancient and taboo name, Bernadette's usually calm eyes flickered almost imperceptibly.
"Killed by 'Flame' Danitz." She repeated Alger's words in a low voice, her tone devoid of any emotion.
Suddenly, the uniquely patterned gold coin in the box appeared out of thin air and landed in Bernadette's hand.
Consider this payment for saving you.
A moment later, Bernadette's figure flickered slightly in the air and then completely disappeared from the room as if she had never been there at all.
After she left, the suffocating pressure that had enveloped the entire captain's cabin finally dissipated.
"Huff. Huff. —"
Alger felt as if all the bones in his body had been removed; his legs went weak, and he collapsed into the chair, gasping for breath. His back was already completely soaked with cold sweat.
Everything he experienced tonight was both incredibly exciting and extremely dangerous.
He sat on the chair for a long time before he could finally calm his wildly beating heart. He then knelt down and walked onto the deck, letting the icy sea breeze caress his face, and his restless heart gradually calmed down.
He recalled Bernadette's reaction upon seeing Russell's diaries and research notes. After a moment's hesitation, and confirming that the mysterious woman seemed to have truly left without leaving any means of surveillance, Alger composed himself, lowered his voice, and softly recited in Hermes:
"A fool who doesn't belong to this era—"
"Achoo!"
Danitz rubbed his nose, looking completely bewildered, and muttered:
"Damn it, I always feel like there are a lot of people talking about me behind my back."
On the second floor of an unremarkable ordinary residential building, Lorne and Danitz were hiding behind a window with heavy curtains drawn, quietly observing the movements outside.
From here, you can even clearly see the spire of the magnificent "Wave Church" not far away, filled with storm and ocean elements. This is the new safe house that Lorne specially chose.
He follows an old proverb: the most dangerous place is the safest place.
Therefore, the safe house was specifically chosen to be located near the Church of Storms.
"Shit, Brando, are you sure this place is really safe?" Danitz lowered his voice. "We're living right under the noses of the Church of Storms!"
For a pirate like him, who was used to being chased by "punishers" at sea, living here was more exciting than sleeping in a cemetery.
"Don't worry," Lorne said calmly. "It's safe precisely because it's so close to the church."
He explained, "First of all, it's certain that a pirate general of Tracy's caliber would never dare to cause trouble near the Storm Church's headquarters. This is the most important layer of protection for us."
"Secondly," he pointed to the patrol teams that occasionally passed by outside the window, "according to the principle of 'blind spots under the lamp' by Emperor Roselle, the main focus of the punishers will be on the dock area and those mixed neighborhoods."
They generally don't search the areas around the church that are "their own people's" territory.
Although that's the logic, Danitz still felt uncomfortable all over.
After all, Lorne wasn't a pirate, but he was! And he was the kind of pirate who was wanted.
Of course, Lorne's £10,000 bounty hasn't been withdrawn yet—
After some time—
"The disaster situation is relatively stable."
Lorne's spiritual premonition was not triggered. He said to Danitz, "You keep watch for the night. I'll rest for a bit and then come back to relieve you."
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Backlund, Minsk Street.
Klein, who was fast asleep, suddenly frowned and was forcibly awakened by a series of illusory, layered shouts.
"A fool who doesn't belong to this era—"
"Ugh," he sat up abruptly in bed, rubbing his temples in frustration.
Mr. Hanged Man? It's the middle of the night, what happened?
Without much hesitation, he immediately got out of bed, took four steps backward, and, accompanied by a familiar pulling sensation, arrived above the gray fog.
He sat upright in the old, high-backed chair that belonged to "The Fool," his gaze fixed on the deep red star that represented "The Hanged Man."
It drew the other person's spirit into this sacred hall.
Alger felt a flash of light before his eyes, and after a dizzying sensation, he found himself in that familiar, magnificent, ancient palace.
Looking at Mr. Fool, who sat at the head of the long table and was shrouded in thick gray fog, he dared not be negligent in the slightest, and immediately stood up, put his hand on his chest and bowed.
"Dear Mr. 'Fool'."
Klein nodded slightly and asked in a calm tone:
"What happened?"
"Mr. Fool! Someone is investigating Emperor Roselle's diary!" Alger's tone carried an undisguised urgency.
What?!
Klein's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
He immediately used the "Joker's" abilities to forcibly suppress the shock in his heart, maintaining a calm and composed demeanor as if everything was under control, and slowly said:
"Tell me everything you know."
"Yes, Mr. Fool."
Without the slightest hesitation, Alger recounted in detail how he had been deceived by "Flame" Danitz, how he had been knocked down and kidnapped by "Disease Girl" Tracy, how he was rescued, how he met the mysterious chestnut-haired lady, and how she questioned him about the origin of Roselle's diary.
After listening to Alger's story, Klein couldn't help but sigh to himself.
Mr. Hanged Man, how pitiful!
He actually became the Hanged Man, so it seems there was some mystical connection when choosing the code name.
And that pirate named "Flame" Danitz, he's a real scoundrel, so cunning!
But £10,000! No wonder the "Hanged Man" got scammed. If it were me—well—no, I would definitely do a divination before making a decision.
After his reflections, his thoughts immediately returned to the most crucial issue.
Russell's diary has been circulating for over a century, so why is someone suddenly starting to investigate it now? Is it because my appearance as a "fool" has attracted the attention of some secret organization?
Or is there something wrong with Russell's diary itself?
Equally crucial is why the Antigonus family is also involved—
He hesitated for a moment, then turned his gaze back to the "Hanged Man," and spoke slowly in a tone of confirmation and scrutiny:
"You're saying that all those diary entries you've recently submitted came from that suitcase that was salvaged from the sea?"
"Furthermore, that suitcase also contained research materials related to the 'Antigonus' family—"