RNP Chapter 105 So Many Bizarre Things
Chapter 105 So Many Bizarre Things
"You piece of shit! How are you going to compensate me?!"
"Why are you so excited? Do you think those houses are yours?" Lorne teased.
"I..." Danitz was speechless for a moment, but the thought that his years of hard work had gone down the drain in an instant filled him with anger.
"So what if it is!"
Danitz's voice was practically squeezed out through clenched teeth, "That's my savings from many years of hard work!"
"You actually, you actually..." He stepped forward and grabbed Lorne's collar.
"Go find Roy King and redeem my house."
"Cough cough..." Lorne pursed his lips, gesturing for Danitz to look around.
The sailors around them put down their food and wine glasses and stared intently at the two of them.
Clearly, their commotion had attracted the attention of everyone else in the restaurant.
In an instant, the once noisy restaurant became quiet.
"Calm down, Danitz." Lorne slowly pried open his fingers.
"A secret...there's another secret..."
"I..." Danitz's momentum instantly deflated.
Looking around at the sailors, recalling his recent life of anxiety and the possibility of his savings vanishing, he picked up the wine glass on the table and drank the liquid in one gulp.
Fueled by alcohol, he gritted his teeth and spoke.
Are you provoking me?!
"You did it!"
"I want to die with you..."
A fireball materialized in Danitz's hand. The orange-red flames illuminated the dimly lit restaurant.
This……
This scene stunned the onlookers. From their perspective, Danitz and Brando had just been drinking and bragging to each other.
Suddenly, for no apparent reason, they turned on each other.
Was Danitz drunk?
Uh... things seem to be getting out of control. Seeing Danitz's desperate stance, Lorne's lips twitched.
"Indeed, it's best not to drink alcohol indiscriminately."
Seeing the situation spiraling out of control, Lorne stepped forward to stop them, just as he was about to explain the truth to Danitz.
"Danitz, what are you doing!"
A crisp, clear female voice rang out.
Edwina slowly walked into the pirate restaurant and spoke up to stop Danitz's behavior.
Normally, Edwina's dinner would be served in the captain's cabin, with someone delivering it to her.
But since today was the day to receive supplies, she decided on a whim to come to the cafeteria, and unexpectedly encountered this situation.
"Captain..." The moment he saw the person who came, Danitz instantly woke up.
"Captain, what I did was...it was..." Danitz hesitated, struggling to speak.
"I remember," Edwina said, emphasizing each word, "that the use of extraordinary abilities in public areas on the ship is prohibited."
……
The matter eventually ended with Danitz being taken away for re-education.
He estimates he'll have to copy several books as punishment.
Of course, Lorne didn't kick him while he was down. In the end, he told Danitz the truth. His house was still there and hadn't been sold off cheaply.
He also explained to those around him that it was just a misunderstanding and that there was no other meaning behind it.
This made Danitz feel slightly better.
However, this incident also changed Lorne's opinion of Danitz to some extent. As a pirate, he actually saved money to buy a house instead of going to the Red Theater, gambling, or drinking after he became rich...
So this is what an educated pirate looks like...
……
"The Black Emperor appeared several times, but it doesn't match the history in the textbooks..."
In the storage room, Lorne was going through the Antigonus Notebooks that he and Edwina had been translating together these past few days.
He was trying to find clues to the strange things that had happened to him in Tingen.
"The word 'Emperor' appears far more frequently than 'True God,' and its power seems to be no less than, no, even greater than, that of a True God..."
"It's amazing! Even in the present day, when his extraordinary achievements are obscured, history textbooks cannot completely erase his existence."
"From an extraordinary historical perspective, the Black Emperor's status is very high. Even if he doesn't reach the level of a god, he's probably close. His influence is so great that he can't hide it. He can only rewrite history to a certain extent to make it seem plausible."
"But the emperor is gone, leaving only the seven gods. Could it be that the power of the emperor has surpassed the power of the gods, and thus the seven gods have..."
Let's make a bold assumption: Antigonus, as a nobleman, was born to stand with the emperor, and therefore suffered the wrath of the Seven Gods.
This family then disappeared into history.
"But this notebook does contain valuable information," Lorne thought of the recipe that had appeared earlier.
Those interested are either the surviving descendants of this family, extraordinary individuals with the diviner's path, or the very god who wiped out their family.
"The Queen of Disasters and Misfortunes, the Goddess of Night, is also one of the Seven Gods."
"So many strange things happen..."
……
Backlund.
After several busy days, Klein successfully used divination to find Zeril, whom Ian had asked him to find.
Although Zeril was already a corpse when he found the other party. Moreover, the corpse had been treated with occultism.
Clearly, the other party had encountered something extraordinary. While somewhat curious, Klein wisely chose to stop there. Now that the commission was complete, there was no need to delve deeper and invite trouble.
He took Ian to see Zeril's body and received confirmation from him.
He thus successfully obtained the previously agreed-upon payment from Ian.
"It's a bit hard, but the texture is still okay..." Klein put down the oat bread he had brought back from the guild cafeteria, picked up a bottle of milk, and took a sip.
The free breakfast cheered him up.
Boom!Boom!Boom!
A loud knocking sound echoed through the living room and reached Klein's ears.
Klein frowned slightly; his rare good mood had vanished again.
"Can't you ring the doorbell?"
He muttered a couple of things to himself, went to the door, and reached out to open it.
What came into view was a lean and wiry man from the plateau region with dark skin, deep-set eyes, and a slender build.
Meursault, the "executioner" of the Zmanger Party... Klein recognized the man at a glance; he had "searched" for information about him during his previous investigation.
"You're Sherlock Moriarty?"
"Yes," Klein replied succinctly.
"I'd like to ask you to find someone."
"That man's name is Ian, Ian Wright. He has bright red eyes and is about fifteen or sixteen years old... I think you should know him."
"You'll get at least £10 in compensation."
"There are too few clues." Klein shook his head.
"30 pounds."
"No, that goes against my principles of confidentiality," Klein said, shaking his head in refusal.
"£50, final offer."
Uh… Klein paused for two seconds, then chose to refuse.
"Sorry, I won't accept this mission."
……
Watching Meursault's retreating figure, Klein thought to himself, "This gang's intelligence capabilities are quite impressive... they even knew that Ian had come to see me."
……
"Never mind." After thinking for a moment, Klein put aside his doubts... It's just a gang, how much trouble could it cause?