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When Klein finished dealing with the Punishers, and all the pirates who needed to be dealt with were, he returned to the safe house and found Danitz sitting alone in a chair, grinning foolishly.
Is there really a need to be this happy?
Klein, of course, didn't know that Danitz had unexpectedly digested a portion of the Conspirer potion. He only thought Danitz was grinning foolishly because the recent fishing plan had been a great success. After some thought, he asked in Gehrman's seemingly gentle but actually cold tone, "Very happy?"
"Cough, no, no." Danitz, who had been imagining things because a portion of the potion had been digested, even imagining himself successfully digesting the Conspirer potion, advancing to Sequence 5, possessing strength worthy of his Captain, and confessing to her, jolted upright and quickly denied it.
Then, he averted his eyes with a slight guilty conscience, let out a dry laugh, and asked, "Did you get all the bounties?"
Danitz knew Gehrman had connections with the authorities. Although he wasn't clear about the exact nature of these connections, he at least knew that Gehrman wasn't afraid of the Punishers.
So, the two of them had agreed from the start that after the battle, Danitz would flee directly, while Gehrman would stay behind to deal with the Punishers and collect the bounties from those underwater.
"Mm." Klein softly hummed in response, sat down in a chair, and was about to pour himself a cup of tea when he saw Danitz had already very conscientiously and fawningly poured it for him.
The latter asked expectantly, "How do we split the spoils?"
They hadn't discussed the distribution of spoils beforehand, mainly because Danitz hadn't dared to bring it up, and Klein, needing to maintain Gehrman's persona, hadn't brought it up proactively.
However, Danitz wasn't worried that Gehrman would secretly pocket his share. After all, they had been together for several months now. Although Danitz was still very afraid of the other party, he trusted Gehrman's character.
Klein indeed had no intention of secretly pocketing Danitz's share. First, he placed the mystical items obtained from this battle on the table. There weren't many, only three: a flying carpet, a ring, and a surgical knife.
This wasn't Klein hoarding them; it was simply that these few individuals combined only had three mystical items. However, this wasn't surprising; mystical items weren't something every Beyonder possessed, and many Beyonders actually didn't have such things.
Moreover, even if most people had multiple mystical items, they wouldn't carry all of them due to negative side effects. Even Klein, despite not lacking mystical items, usually only kept Creeping Hunger and the revolver with him, aside from Charms. The others were either left on the Gray Fog or sold.
Klein first briefly introduced the abilities of the few mystical items, then took out the Beyonder characteristics of those individuals, and finally said:
"You can pick two items from these, and as for the bounty, I will give you two thousand pounds."
"You have 5 seconds to choose."
Five seconds? That's too short, what should I choose… Danitz's eyelids twitched, feeling a bit hesitant, when he heard Gehrman's cold countdown already ringing in his ears. In his haste, he haphazardly grabbed the flying carpet and the Harvest Priest's characteristic, saying, "I choose these two."
The flying carpet's flight ability was still very useful, and Beyonder characteristics were basically either Sequence 8 or Sequence 7, so Danitz naturally chose the largest one.
"A wise choice." Klein was not surprised by Danitz's choice. He said indifferently, then counted out 2000 pounds from his bag and handed them to Danitz, putting away the other items. He planned to sell these mystical items and Beyonder characteristics later during the Tarot Club or other Beyonder gatherings.
This way, my savings will be close to ten thousand pounds. Sure enough, hunting pirates makes one rich… If he wasn't wearing Gehrman's disguise at this moment, Klein would have burst out laughing on the spot.
His wallet was finally getting fat!
Perhaps after I finish hunting the Admiral of Blood Pirate Group, I can gather fifty thousand pounds? If not enough, taking down Admiral Hell should be enough anyway; neither of them are good people.
Klein couldn't help but let his imagination run wild. Although he was still far from the big goal of fifty thousand pounds, he couldn't help but feel that life had much more to look forward to.
I just don't know how much a Sequence 3 potion formula costs. It wouldn't be a million pounds… would it?
As he thought, Klein, who had been in a very pleasant mood, suddenly became a bit serious, because he realized that he really wasn't sure if Lin Ruo would quote such a high price.
"No, it won't. The bounty for the King of the Five Seas is only 800,000 pounds. Lin Ruo wouldn't set such an outrageous price. Four hundred thousand is more like it…" Klein kept comforting himself in his heart, but no matter how much he self-hypnotized, he still felt an indescribable pressure.
Damn it! Why is he so poor!
No, I can't think about this problem anymore… Feeling like he would "lose control" if he thought about it further, Klein decisively suppressed all his inner thoughts. Looking at Danitz, who was happily counting money, and remembering the other party's substantial savings, his eyelids twitched. He finally decided that out of sight, out of mind, and simply returned to his room.
"Thud—"
As the wooden door closed, Klein, finally alone, let out a sigh of relief. He no longer put on Gehrman's airs, threw himself onto the bed, and decided to rest for a while.
Just then, Klein suddenly sensed some movement on the Gray Fog, and immediately sat up with a jolt from the bed.
"Someone is praying? Could it be Ms. Cattelya?" Klein pondered, and without wasting time, he took four counter-clockwise steps and arrived at the Gray Fog. As expected, he saw a blurry but familiar figure within the spreading light screens.
That was quick. She only replied yesterday that she was considering it, and today she's already made a decision?
Thinking this, Klein didn't hesitate and raised his hand to tap the star where Cattleya was located.
The next second, the crimson star erupted, and the black-haired lady in classical robes appeared beside the bronze long table, sitting in the seat next to Magician Fors's.
Cattleya was clearly dazed for a moment, looking around in surprise, but as someone who had done her homework in advance, she obviously reacted immediately. She first looked towards the mysterious and serene figure at the head of the bronze long table. She restrained her instinct to scrutinize and bowed deeply, saying, "Are you Mr. Fool?"
"What do you think?" Klein chuckled softly, neither admitting nor denying, but leisurely counter-questioned.
Hearing this, Cattleya's fingertips instinctively trembled. She deliberated before replying, "I don't think there's a second Mr. Fool in the world."
Then, she stood up, first bowed, and then introduced herself: "My name is Cattleya, Mr. Fool. Please allow me to greet you on behalf of Your Highness Bernadette." She didn't mention the title Admiral of Stars, as it meant nothing before a deity.
"Lin Ruo mentioned you. He seems to greatly appreciate someone under your command named Frank." Fool Klein said with a smile, as if just mentioning it casually.
Well, he admitted he was doing it on purpose.
Perhaps this is what happens when you spend time with good people.
Cattleya's expression instantly stiffened.
Mr. Fool actually knows Frank? And seems very interested?
Thinking of a certain Angel of Judgment who made Frank even more reckless, Cattleya suddenly felt a wave of dizziness.
At this moment, she almost saw the end of the world waving at her.
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