The Traveler Chapter 240 – An Uneventful Evening
Because “Silver Viper” O’Dell is not a pirate, it’s hard to tell whether the rumors about him are true or not, Klein retracted his gaze toward the stairway, walked toward the bar, found a seat, and tapped on the table:
”A Zarha.”
It was a locally produced ale, considerably cheaper than the Southwell ale that needed to be shipped over from the Northlands.
”Three pence.” The bartender also recovered from his quiet state and picked up an upside down mug.
The crowd in the bar also began to whisper, illuminated by a gas wall lamp, about the reason why Odell the Silver Coin Viper had bought ten ship’s tickets.
”He must be being tracked, and ten tickets for three ships is just so the trackers can’t figure out which one they’re going to be on!” A gang member with a tattooed arm with his sleeve raised commented based on his own experience of two absconding.
One of the adventurers sipping on a strong ronzi snorted:
”You don’t really know Odell, if his plan was really that simple then he wouldn’t have the nickname ‘Silver Coin Viper.
”I’ll bet they won’t get on any of the passenger ships represented by those ten tickets!
”The only thing I can confirm is that they’re going to Port Prize.”
Another adventurer sniffed and shook his head:
”Maybe the information about going to Puerto Prizzi is also false.”
The previous gangster listened in disbelief:
”According to your descriptions, Odell has most likely already thought of all that you have thought of, so he just wants to go to Pritz Harbor, that is, to get on one of those three ships!”
The two adventurers opened their mouths to retort, but after thinking carefully, they actually felt that it was really quite possible, and were unable to say anything for a while.
This made the gangster very happy and drank the remaining spirits in one gulp.
Klein, on the other hand, held a cup of zargha and took small sips of it while listening in boredom, waiting for the fake identification and boat ticket he needed to come back.
”Another three quarters of an hour, I hope nothing happens and the bar isn’t a mess ……” he prayed silently, drawing a Crimson Moon in his mind.
The pale yellow beer lowered at a slow pace, and Klein glanced at the wall clock on the wall now and then, glancing at the door, wishing that the time would pass faster.
More than half an hour passed before the door to the bar suddenly clanged open and the night air from outside poured in.
No way …… Klein’s mouth twitched slightly, resisting the urge to laugh bitterly, turning his head sideways to look at the place where the sound came from.
Five people appeared in the doorway, the leader had black hair and brown pupils, his face was profound, with hard lines, very characteristic of Rune, his age was probably in his early forties.
He had a cold expression, his majesty was self-generated, making the bar crowd unconsciously quiet again.
And behind him, three men and one woman were all cloaked in trench coats, unobtrusively holding revolvers, as if they would instantly aim and shoot at the slightest abnormality.
Don t recognize it, not on any wanted list, no bounty …… Klein grunted, maintaining his spectator’s stance.
The five intruders suddenly dispersed, coming to different drinkers, bending slightly, looking at them and asking one after the other:
”Where is ‘Silver Coin Viper’ Odell?”
The drinkers were hesitating whether to answer or not, when they saw the black and ghostly muzzles of the guns aimed at them, and the grips made of white ivory or ebony wood showed a strange beauty in the light.
”He, they went to the second floor!” The questioned drinkers pointed to the stairway almost simultaneously.
Someone was really tracking Odell, was this an attempt to deal with the Queen of Mysteries, or had the Silver Coin Viper done something on his own? Or was it the mysterious hooded candy-eater next to him? Crane took another sip of his beer and watched as four of the intruders headed for the second floor, while the remaining one stayed put and continued his questioning.
Soon the latter grasped the circumstances under which Odell had approached D’Neill for a ticket, and instantly walked over to the dry, thin, darker black marketeer and asked in a hushed voice:
”Tell me honestly, where did Odell buy a ticket to?”
Without relying on his connections to show off, Deniel squeezed out a smile and said:
”He didn’t specify, the request was for ten, each belonging to three different ships, the time is tomorrow, and the destination is the harbor of Pritz.”
”Really?” The inquirer was a man in his mid-twenties with an aggressive style.
Deniel responded in a small voice:
”You can ask everyone here, they all heard it.”
”Shit!” The man shoved DeNeil in annoyance, then turned and walked towards the other drinkers.
Unsteady on his feet, D’Neill stumbled back and saw that he was about to fall, hitting the back of his head on the edge of a small round table, but felt an extra force at the position of his shoulder, and his body regained its balance in an instant.
He subconsciously looked sideways and saw that it was the same guest who had just run a fake ID to buy a black ship ticket.
”Thanks, these damn military hyenas!” D’Neill thanked first, and then whispered through gritted teeth.
It was Klein who was holding him up, he didn’t want anything to happen to the “ticket trader”, after all, he had already paid five pounds in cash in advance.
Of course, it was also his habit to help the innocent people who were affected.
Military hyenas? In Byam, this kind of description often means that the target is the people of MI9 …… “Silver Viper” O’Dell did what? Klein muttered silently to himself, ruling out the possibility of someone targeting the “Queen of Mystery”.
Because for the Ruin military, this does not make any sense.
While his thoughts were spinning, the members of MI9 who were heading to the second floor hurried down the stairs, and while heading straight for the door, they said to their companions:
”Jumped out the window and ran away long ago!”
The group came and went in a hurry, and the clamor inside the bar soon returned, with only the still slightly shaking door indicating the unrest of a moment ago.
Klein finally waited for the fake ID and black boat ticket without the fear of being interrupted by an accident.
After paying the remaining fifteen pounds in cash, he left the Seaweed Bar and returned to the regular hotel he had rented.
”John Yold …… That’s a pretty provincial name, isn’t it? Gotta get a more authentic form of identification before I go back to Birkeland.” Klein flipped through the next series of identification papers and dropped them into his suitcase.
He took a bath, relaxed, and prepared to leave Bayram tomorrow for the final sea leg of his “trip”.
Just then he heard a knock on the door.
Who is it? Klein took off his bathrobe, put on his shirt and pants, and walked to the door.
Outside were a couple of police officers in black uniforms, one appeared to be a Ruin, and the remainder were either half-breeds or pure natives.
”Can I help you?” Klein asked suspiciously.
”Your identification, please.” A half-blood said politely, as the gentleman across the street seemed to be a Ruin as well.
It’s a good thing I just got one, or I’d have to spend tonight at the police station, or run away on the spot, change my appearance, and start over …… Klein muttered as he returned to the room and took out his identification.
The Loonie officer in charge casually flipped through it and said:
”Mr. Yorde, you live here alone?”
”Yes, as everyone at the hotel can attest.” Klein replied frankly.
The Loonie officer gave a little smile and said:
”Have you seen this man?”
As he spoke, he motioned for the officer next to him to open a portrait of an old man with an unusually thin body and all white and disheveled hair; other than that, there were no features that were too obvious.
”No.” Klein shook his head.
”He was fond of candy.” The Loonie officer added.
”Candy ……” Klein suddenly remembered the mysterious man in the hood next to Odell “Silver Coin Viper” who had been eating coffee-colored candy at short intervals.
After a moment’s deliberation, Klein said without holding back:
”Maybe I’ve seen it; I’ve seen a candy-lover following ‘Silver Coin Viper’ Odell when I was at the Seaweed Bar before.”
The Loonie officer didn’t hide his disappointment, and with a brief thank you, ended his questioning.
Only when they knocked on other rooms did Klein close the wooden door and return to the easy chair.
”Not only did Odell’s matter draw out MI9, but it also caused the Governor’s Office to arrange for manpower to start a city-wide sweep, not simple ah ……” he whispered twice, deciding to go above the gray mist and browse the “Scepter of Neptune He decided to go above the gray fog, browse the “Scepter of the Sea God” around the prayer light points, from the prayers of the many believers in Bayam to find more information, lest he because of the wrong response, inexplicably be involved in the vortex.
Entering the lavatory and coming above the gray mist, Krynn beckoned for the white bone scepter encircling uncountable points of light to fly out of the clutter.
Skimming through one point of light after another, he could only confirm that the interrogation he’d just had wasn’t a small-scale affair, targeting none other than Odell and the mysterious man, but couldn’t know much more than that.
After thinking about it, he directed his eyes to a point of light that had been specifically marked by Divinity.
It belonged to a half-blood policeman named Braya, who had called himself “Poseidon”, and had been humiliated and converted to “Storm Lord” just to climb higher in the police department.
He is now a Superintendent of Police!
Then, Klein cast the will of “Neptune” into the corresponding point of light.
Braya, who was arranging the work of his subordinates at the police station, suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and he found an excuse to enter the washroom and prayed in a low voice:
”Favorite of the sea and spirit world, great Kavituva, your devotees report to you.
”The focus of tonight’s search is a very thin old man, his hair has turned all gray but is still thick, just very straggly, he is afraid of the cold and wears very thick clothing even in Byam, he loves candy as much as the self is a steam engine and the candy is a good quality coal, and the above means to find him but not to harm him.”
Klein stopped ignoring Braia and pulled his thoughts back, tapping his fingers on the edge of the long table:
”More than the portrait, such a description gives me a bit of familiarity.
”Seems like I’ve heard it somewhere before ……”
To a “soothsayer”, a sense of familiarity meant a clue, so Klein wrote a divination statement and began to inquire about his own spirituality.
As he meditated on the statements, he leaned back in his chair and used meditation as a stepping stone to enter a deep sleep.
In the gray world of dreams, Klein found himself back in Berkland, at 15 Minsk Street, where he had previously rented a room.
In front of him was a bright red-eyed Ian, and the older boy lifted his head and said:
”Turani von Helmershoin, the greatest scientist since Rossel the Great, mathematician, mechanic, and father of the second generation of differential machines.”
With a start, Klein woke up and realized who MI9 was looking for!
They were looking for the great scientist whose mere manuscript of the third-generation differential machine had caused the Rune military and the Intis spy organization to fiercely fight over it, and many people had died!
They are looking for Frankenstein’s monster who has mysteriously disappeared for years!
It was no wonder that old Quinn, the intelligence officer of the “General of Blood”, had an improved radio that was more advanced than Beckland’s. It dawned on Klein! It dawned on Klein.