69novels Chapter 156 What's wrong? Don't you recognize me?
Chapter 156 What's wrong? Don't you recognize me?
Chapter 156 What's wrong? Don't you recognize me?
On the other hand, Danitz was in a pretty good mood.
Just now, he finally managed to contact the "Golden Dream" through a secret contact point and received a positive reply from the captain.
The only pity is that due to the Storm Church's blockade of the shipping lanes, the "Golden Dream" will not be able to return for a while, and it will probably take some time before it can leave Bayam.
Seeing that it was still early, he relaxed and habitually turned into a small bar he frequented, intending to have a couple of drinks and also find out if there was any fresh news or gossip lately.
However, he had barely pushed open the creaking wooden door of the tavern and found a corner to sit down when a gaze locked onto him in the crowd.
That person—is "Flame" Danitz!
Alger, sitting at the bar, looked at the guy who, despite being disguised, was incredibly familiar in his mannerisms and physique, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
This clumsy disguise hasn't changed at all.
He instantly recalled the somewhat familiar face on the bounty poster, and the young man who had played cards with Danitz back then.
It's like someone brings you a pillow when you're asleep.
Alger picked up his glass, left the bar without making a sound, and like a ghost, circled around to Danitz's back.
He leaned down and whispered a word in Danitz's ear in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"Blazing Flames".
?
Danitz was so startled that he almost dropped the wine glass in his hand.
He whirled around, and upon seeing that it was Alger, he paused for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief and complained irritably:
"Shit! It's you!"
He lowered his voice and asked, "How did you recognize me?"
Alger pointed to his face with a hint of exasperation: "You really should learn how to do makeup."
After saying that, he sat down in the seat opposite Danitz.
"Is it really that bad?" Danitz muttered.
Afterwards, the two chatted casually like old friends, exchanging a few words about recent gossip in the pirate world and sharing some trivial information.
Then, Alger asked seemingly casually, "By the way, do you remember when we played cards together?"
"Playing cards?" Danitz thought for a moment. "Oh, the time I got you involved? I remember, what's up?"
"That young man you brought with you that day, the one we played cards with," Alger's gaze sharpened, "Do you still have any news about him? You seemed quite familiar with him back then."
Danitz's hand, which was holding the wine glass, paused in mid-air for a moment.
Not right.
He instantly became alert. Why was this guy asking Brando for no reason?
Considering that saying "not familiar" directly would seem more suspicious, Danitz rolled his eyes and immediately put on a carefree expression.
"Oh, you mean him? I know him, but we've only played cards a few times. He's a newbie who hasn't been at sea for long, but he's had pretty good luck."
He had previously begged to be my underling and come aboard the "Golden Dream" with me, but I refused.
"A newcomer, huh?" Alger nodded thoughtfully.
Looking at Danitz's boastful manner, he had already made his judgment.
After a brief moment of deliberation, he leaned forward, lowered his voice, and said in an extremely serious tone:
"Then you might want to be careful. Your 'new friend' is now a big problem."
"Big trouble?" Danitz was a bit confused.
"Don't you know—"
"A bounty has recently been offered—"
after a while.
"Damn it, that guy is so valuable, sigh—too bad I don't have any news about him either."
"Don't worry, if we're going to cooperate, I won't forget about you."
"Oh, and remember to keep my job in Bayam a secret—"
Although both were pirates, Danitz was far more famous than Alger.
After receiving Alger's affirmative reply, Danitz pretended to be nonchalant and pushed open the tavern door.
After leaving the tavern, the smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a solemn expression.
He pulled his hat down low, quickened his pace, and weaved through the intricate alleyways.
To be honest, when he learned that Brando had a bounty of ten thousand pounds, his pirate instincts, driven by greed, did tempt him for a moment.
That's ten thousand pounds! Enough for him to buy several houses in the heart of Bayam. In a more remote location, he could buy a dozen.
But—the thought only flashed through his mind for a moment before he suppressed it.
Regardless, Lorne had saved his life several times, and although this time he was repaying a favor, no matter what,
The two had a pretty good relationship.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have risked offending the "sick girl" to help him.
Although he was a pirate and possessed the ruthlessness typical of pirates, he was not the kind of heartless person who would betray his friends for money.
"Damn it! Brando is actually more expensive than me now!" He couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath, feeling both shocked and a little bit of inexplicable jealousy.
"It won't be long before this bounty becomes widely known."
He knew all too well how tempting ten thousand pounds would be. By then, all the bounty hunters and gangsters in Bayam would be like sharks smelling blood, frantically searching for that unfortunate fellow named Monkey Brando.
Brando's situation may be more dangerous than he imagined!
Thinking of this, Danitz complained inwardly and quickened his pace, almost jogging.
He had to inform Brando of this news immediately!
Danitz jogged back to the secluded hotel, panting heavily. He glanced around furtively to make sure no one was following him before quickly slipping upstairs to the door of the room where he and Lorne were hiding.
Just as he was about to take out his keys to open the door, an orange shadow suddenly darted out from behind him and blocked his way.
"Meow!"
Laki hunched over, her amber eyes fixed on him, preventing him from approaching the door.
"Shit! What are you doing blocking my way, you stinky cat?!" Danitz was completely bewildered.
"Meow!" Rachel didn't move, and even showed her sharp claws.
"Hmph, don't think I'm afraid of you. I haven't gotten my revenge yet."
Just as Danitz was preparing for a "human-cat battle" with this unreasonable cat, the door behind him clicked open from the inside.
The argument between Danitz and the cat abruptly stopped.
He turned his head blankly and saw a strange man standing quietly at the door.
He was a man wearing a black trench coat and a top hat. He had neatly combed short black hair.
He wore glasses on the bridge of his nose. His face was neat and had an academic air, but there was a sharpness in his eyes and brows, giving him an aura that kept strangers at bay.
Danitz's brain was instantly frozen.
Who is this?
Where is Brando?!
How come there's an extra person in the room?!
He instinctively took a step back, adopting a defensive posture, his outward appearance masking his inner turmoil as he questioned:
"Shit! Who are you?!"
The man didn't speak, but simply took a step forward. A strange pressure instantly came over him, and Danitz suddenly felt dizzy.
"Damn it." He was just about to conjure a fireball to retaliate when he heard the person opposite him chuckle.
"Hey Danitz, you don't recognize me just because I changed my look?"