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Chapter 177 The Situation Gradually Becomes Chaotic
Chapter 177 The Situation Gradually Becomes Chaotic
Bayam, in that safe house near the Wave Church district.
Lorne, who was resting with his eyes closed in his chair, suddenly twitched his eyelids and woke up from his dozing.
A strong, inexplicable palpitation, like an icy tide, instantly overwhelmed his heart!
He instinctively sat up straight and scanned his surroundings warily.
"Nothing unusual?!"
To Lorne's bewilderment, the "Cataclysm Priest's" passive ability to foresee calamities was unusually calm at this moment; he did not sense any specific, targeted calamity approaching.
This means that Tracy didn't come directly to them; they haven't been directly exposed yet.
"Hey, Brando, it's your turn." At this moment, Danitz yawned, stood up, and prepared to let Lorne take over the guard duty.
"No rush." Lorne waved his hand, gesturing for him to sit down.
He pondered for a moment, then took a penny from his pocket, placed it on his thumb, and said to the bewildered Danitz, "Let's play the coin toss game again."
"Huh?" Danitz was completely bewildered by his sudden action. "Why are you playing coin tossing at a time like this?"
But looking at Lorne's unusually serious face, which appeared somewhat gloomy in the dim light, he still agreed as if possessed.
"Okay... I guess it's heads."
"Then I'll guess the opposite," Lorne said.
"Ding!"
With a soft thud, the coin was tossed high into the air, tumbling and shimmering faintly.
Their eyes were fixed intently on the trajectory of the coin.
"Smack."
The coin fell and was caught steadily in Lorne's hand.
He slowly opened his palm... it was the reverse side.
"No problem." The lucky one's abilities are still there, but—
Lorne stared at the coin in his palm, muttering to himself.
"But why do I feel like something's missing?"
the other side.
After searching for a long time in Bayam's shadow but finding nothing, Tracy had no choice but to retreat temporarily.
She knew very well that if she stayed in Bayam any longer, she would eventually attract the attention of the church and the Bayam authorities. At that point, not only would she not be able to find someone, but she herself could also get into trouble.
She could only return to the Black Death silently, filled with resentment and anger.
However, as soon as she returned to the ship, she keenly sensed that something was amiss in the atmosphere.
The sailors on deck were rushing back and forth with lanterns, like a swarm of headless flies, seemingly doing nothing. Meanwhile, her third mate, Misor, stood under the mast with a livid face, yelling at his men.
"Find him again! He couldn't have gone that far!"
Missol was now in a complete mess. The prisoner had escaped, and the captain certainly wouldn't let him get away with it.
He had led a search party for half a day, and even jumped into the sea himself to search, but he still couldn't find the missing Alger. It was as if he had suddenly vanished into thin air.
Oh no, the captain is coming back soon, what should I do—cold sweat streamed down Misor's forehead.
However, just as he was feeling extremely anxious, a cold voice, like the whisper of death, came from behind him.
"Third mate, what are you doing?"
"The ship—Captain! You—you're back!" Misor's body stiffened instantly. He slowly turned around and saw that incredibly cold, pretty face.
"Did you catch that 'Flame' Danitz?" he asked tentatively.
Tracy's eyes were icy cold, devoid of any warmth, and she shook her head.
"You haven't answered my question yet. What are you doing?"
"I—. That—I—"
Misor hesitated for a moment, but ultimately dared not conceal the truth and could only bite the bullet and reveal the details of the prisoner Alger, who was hanging from the mast.
He recounted the whole story of the mysterious disappearance in detail.
"What?! He got away?!" Tracy's voice suddenly rose. "What happened?!"
"I...I don't know either!" Misor's voice trembled with helplessness. "That person was perfectly fine on the mast, and then—he just suddenly disappeared! I searched the entire ship, and even sent men to search the surrounding sea, but I still couldn't find him!"
"Useless trash! You can't even keep an eye on a prisoner, what use are you to me?" Tracy cursed.
She forcibly suppressed her anger and began to analyze the situation rapidly.
In her view, the guy named Alger was affected by his "disease" and it was virtually impossible for him to escape on his own.
That leaves only one possibility—someone rescued him from their own ship!
To be able to rescue someone from the heavily guarded "Black Death" without anyone noticing, their strength is definitely not simple! They must be at least a pirate general-level expert!
The Church of Storms? Could it be them? Tracy recalled that during the interrogation, Alger had mentioned having connections to the Church of Storms.
No, that's not right. If it were the Church of Storms, the Black Death wouldn't still be floating at sea intact.
Given the Storm Church's style, if they had discovered the Black Death, demigods would probably have already come to annihilate them.
Could it be that bitch Edwina?!
After thinking for a while, the image of "Lieutenant General Iceberg" suddenly appeared in Tracy's mind.
With enough power to oppose her and get involved in this matter, Tracy's suspicions about Edwina rose sharply.
But why would she do that? Alger shouldn't be of any value anymore.
Could there be more to this than meets the eye? Tracy's pupils suddenly contracted.
That Alger was something she deliberately arranged!
Was this all just a ploy to fool me from beginning to end?!
fooling—
The word struck her like a thunderbolt. Suddenly remembering something, she abruptly turned her head, staring intently at Misor, and asked in an almost screaming voice:
"Where is Bubrando's body?!"
"Huhu Ti," Misor trembled with fear. "It's already—it's already been given to your personal maid. She said—she said she would help you put it in your room." "What?! When did I say she could come into my room as she pleases?!"
"She, isn't she your maid? I—"
Damn it! Have I been tricked? Misor's face turned deathly pale when he saw the captain's murderous expression.
Tracy had no time to care about Misor anymore. She transformed into a black blur and dashed towards her captain's cabin!
She kicked open the door and rushed in, immediately spotting the blonde maid lying unconscious on the floor.
At the same time, she also smelled a very faint, familiar, yet peculiar fragrance that she found repulsive.
My mother came!
"This isn't the time to think about that. Where's the suitcase?" Tracy looked around and, not seeing the black suitcase, immediately rushed to the blonde maid, lifted her off the ground, grabbed her by the neck, and forcibly woke her up.
"Captain." The blonde maid was jolted awake from the oppressive atmosphere and saw Tracy's extremely distorted pretty face.
"I am the captain, I am just..." She felt the pressure on her neck getting heavier and heavier, but Tracy had no intention of showing her any mercy.
"Where's Brando?!" she screamed, her bloodshot eyes fixed on him. "Where did you take him?!"
"I don't—" Before the blonde maid could finish speaking, everything went black, and she lost consciousness again.
Tracy stared coldly at the fallen maid, her hands clenching.
"Brando, where have you been—"
Two more days passed, and everything seemed calm and peaceful.
For Lorne, that uneasy premonition seemed to be just an illusion.
The atmosphere in Bayam City eased slightly over time.
"We can't stay here any longer," Lorne said in a deep voice, looking out at the magnificent church spire.
Danitz nodded in deep agreement.
Staying in the same safe house for an extended period of time greatly increases the risk of exposure. Moreover, this is, after all, the headquarters of the Church of Storms.
A notorious pirate like Danitz, staying here for an extended period of time, might one day be detected by some perceptive "punisher".
If we get stuck here, we won't be able to escape even if we want to.
So, under the cover of night, the two carefully left this "most dangerous yet safest" hiding place and moved back to the inconspicuous cheap hotel they had stayed in before.
"I need to contact the captain again," Danitz said to Lorne. "Let's see where they are. We can't just keep waiting like this."
Seeing his eagerness to return home, Lorne nodded and cautioned, "Be careful."
"Don't worry, you should worry more about yourself. You have a 10,000-pound bounty on you." Danitz waved his hand and went out the door.
"Three thousand pounds as if you didn't offer a reward yourself," Lorne retorted.
Unfortunately, Captain Edwina's reply disappointed Danitz. Due to the increasingly rampant activities of the Storm Church at sea, for safety reasons, the "Golden Dream" had to temporarily change course and take a long detour. This meant that they would still need a considerable amount of time before reaching the vicinity of Bayam.
"Damn it, how much longer do I have to stay in this godforsaken place?" Danitz walked out of the secret contact point, tears streaming down his face.
This was the first time he had ever wished his vacation would end quickly.
He grumbled to himself as he wandered aimlessly through the streets. Just as he was about to head straight back to the hotel, a fairly lively-looking tavern came into view.
He hesitated for a moment, but thinking, "Since I'm already here, I might as well ask about the latest information," he still pushed open the door and went in.
He ordered a beer with practiced ease, found the most inconspicuous corner to sit down, and then pricked up his ears to filter out the noisy conversations of the pirates and sailors around him.
Soon, the conversation of a few guys at the next table who looked like bounty hunters caught his attention.
"Hey, have you heard? There's been some big news lately."
"You mean that bounty on the leaderboard?"
"That's it! A full ten thousand on the list! Alive! I wonder which unlucky guy offended some big shot."
A ten-thousand-pound bounty—Danitz's attention was immediately drawn. He calmly sipped his beer and continued listening. "Forget it, someone with a ten-thousand-pound bounty can't be an ordinary person. That level of target has nothing to do with us," another person said. "However, there's a more 'approachable' bounty lately that I think we can give it a try."
Is there another bounty?
The man lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "Have you ever heard of 'Flame' Danitz?"
"Pfft—"
Danitz almost spat out the beer he had just taken a sip of.
Why am I involved?! He immediately became alert and pulled his disguise hat down even further.
"'Flame' Daz? I vaguely remember him." Another person at the table said, "Isn't he the boatswain under 'Iceberg Admiral'? The one with the official bounty of three thousand pounds?"
"Not only that!" The first person to speak exclaimed with a hint of excitement. "I heard that just these past two days, someone suddenly posted a private bounty on 'Blazing Flame'! The reward is seven thousand pounds!"
He paused, then added something that sent chills down Danitz's spine.
"The kind where life and death are irrelevant."
"Damn it!"
Danitz slammed his beer glass on the table with a loud thud.
What!
He instinctively covered his mouth with his hand to prevent himself from screaming. His mind went blank, and it took him a long time to come to his senses.
Bullshit! Why do I have less than Brando?!
No, that's not right! Now is not the time to dwell on this.
What a big deal!
maritime.
Bernadette Gustave sat at her desk, her fingertips gently twirling an ancient gold coin with a unique pattern.
This gold coin was taken from Alger's suitcase—
Based on her analysis of Russell's diary, the suitcase most likely belonged to Monkey Brando.
"Strange—the divination went wrong."
She looked at the chaotic and blurry divination feedback in front of her, her brows furrowing slightly.
Just now, she was trying to use this gold coin to gain some deeper information about "Monkey Brando".
Unfortunately, the divination was unsuccessful.
"To be 'killed' by a Sequence 7 Beyonder like 'Flame' Danitz suggests that his own Sequence rank probably isn't very high," Bernadette muttered to herself. "Why did the divination fail?"
"Does he possess the ability to refute divination?"
"But he's already dead. Could there be more to this story?"
As a powerful figure who had cultivated her skills in the extraordinary realm for many years, she was well-versed in all sorts of strange situations. This unusual phenomenon before her made her keenly aware of something amiss.
She abandoned her plan to continue the divination and placed the gold coin flat in her palm.
After a moment of preparation, she slowly opened her eyes.
"The Eye that Sees Through Secrets"
In her "peeping" state, the gold coin appeared entirely different to her. She discovered that on the surface of this gold coin,
It was entwined with some extremely faint, almost imperceptible, strange silver traces.
"The Path of Destiny"—
As the holder of the blasphemous card "Fate," she was intimately familiar with the aura of this path.
Bernadette put away her "Peeping Eyes," and her gaze became somewhat playful.
"I remember there were several extraordinary individuals with the 'Destiny' pathway in the city of Bayam."
"Perhaps we could try to find them."