Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 237 Capturing Danitz

On the Karen Fantasy.

Otto toyed with the blasphemous card in his left hand, which the Empress had sent to him a few days ago via the Fool's Express.

With his left hand, Otto spun the blasphemous card, which resembled a thin booklet when opened, around a few times. Then, he casually inserted the crowned Roselle on the cover, head down, into a small compartment on the bookshelf beside him.

Otto closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and pondered something.

Just then, he heard a commotion outside his room. He stopped thinking, opened his eyes, got up, and pushed open the door to see what was going on.

The ship is actually quite lively most of the time, but the crew members usually don't make noise at his door.

The current situation must indicate that something serious has indeed happened.

Pushing open the door, I saw a dozen sailors surrounding a man, shouting and jeering.

Otto noticed it was John, the one who used to grow chrysanthemums, and he went over to see what had happened.

“Captain, you’ve arrived.” A sailor noticed Otto.

Otto smiled and nodded, indicating, "What happened? Why are you all gathered together?"

As he approached, he noticed that John's face was flushed and he smelled of alcohol, suggesting that he was drunk.

"That's right, Captain. John is drunk and insists on saying it."

Lulton was a Highlander who was nearly four meters tall, had some giant blood, and was also a warrior.

He stood in the crowd, surrounded by sailors along with John, and joined the sailors in loudly jeering.

"Don't go too far. We're all in the same boat after all. Don't make things too tense," Otto cautioned.

“Of course, at least…” the sailor shrugged, “at least no one took pictures.”

"I bet you guys didn't have time to grab your cameras," Otto joked, arms crossed.

Suddenly, John roared and ripped off his belt.

"Boss Gehrman, tell me, why can birds fly?"

Klein thought for a moment and replied, "Because every feather of theirs shines with an oily sheen."

With the sea breeze blowing, Klein turned his gaze to the passageway leading to the ship.

He had a gut feeling that he would see Serres here.

The White Agate will stop at most ports along its route to replenish supplies and passengers, and passengers will also board at this port.

Sure enough, less than ten minutes later, he saw Serres, whose mask hung diagonally on the side of his head and whose style of dress was completely out of place in this world.

Serres also saw Klein and walked straight toward him without hesitation.

"What will happen to that child if you leave?" Klein gazed into the distance toward the Church of Mercy.

Serres came to Klein's side and leaned against the edge of the boat as well: "He used to be a homeless child. He's quite capable of taking care of himself. It's not difficult for him to survive if he has money, food, and shelter."

Klein watched as Serres casually planted an anchor at the bow of the White Agate without offering any judgment on the action.

"Aren't you afraid something might happen? He's just a child."

Serres tilted his head and smiled: "What could possibly be unexpected?"

Klein thought for a few seconds.

Yes, nothing unexpected will happen.

What was unexpected for him was just a minor pleasure in life for Serres.

“That’s true.” Klein turned his gaze back down. “What room are you in?” Klein asked casually.

“It’s first class.” Serres waved the ticket in his hand, then snatched it back before Padmon could reach out with its paw.

"Will you use my ten thousand pounds?" Klein asked quietly.

“Of course not,” Serres replied decisively. “I’ve already spent all that money you have.”

At that moment, a new passenger who had boarded at Damir Port walked onto the deck with his luggage.

After sending the telegram, "Flame" Danitz, considering that the captain might have some instructions, decided to cut short his vacation and head to the capital of the Rothschild Islands to await orders.

Perhaps guided by fate, this "mysterious waiter" managed to obtain a ticket through his own channels, donned a wig, and blackened his eyebrows, easily boarding the White Agate and waiting for the passenger ship to sound its horn and depart.

"Did you know? Research shows that people with the Hunter path are best suited to be maids. We usually call them [Red Maids]."

"Really?" Klein's gaze remained fixed on Danitz.

“But he’s worth 3000 pounds,” Padmon offered a different perspective.

At this point, Danitz was unaware that a man and a cat had their eyes on his labor power and surplus value, respectively.

He was still vainly thinking about it.

Ah, just as Emperor Roselle said, capable people always have to work harder. Danitz strolled leisurely towards his cabin, looking around.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure.

He saw the young adventurer, dressed in a tailcoat, with a cat perched on his shoulder, outwardly refined but inwardly insane and terrifying, standing at the bow of the ship, giving him a polite smile like a gentleman.

Danitz's facial muscles gradually stiffened.

Klein strode toward the fourth boatswain, the "iceberg admiral," his gaze fixed intently on him.

Danitz, whose smile had already frozen, suddenly had a thought: "Run! Run! Escape with all your might! Even if it means using extraordinary abilities and exposing my true identity, I must escape immediately!"

But at that moment, his legs suddenly trembled, and his face immediately turned ugly.

"Damn it, why did my leg suddenly cramp up!" Danitz couldn't escape and could only watch helplessly as this monster in human skin approached him.

He forced himself to remain calm, standing still without attempting to escape.

He remembered hearing a saying before: when facing a tiger, do not run away, and do not expose your back.

Make eye contact with the tiger.

That way, one can die with a little dignity.

Klein walked step by step to Danitz, imagining what Sunday would be like, and said with a gentle and elegant smile, "Good morning, we meet again."

That smile sent a chill down Danitz's spine. He forced a smile and said, "Good morning."

Klein maintained his persona, his expression gradually turning cold: "What are you doing on the ship?"

"To the Roside Islands," Danitz the Flame, a well-known pirate, answered honestly.

"What are you going there for?" Klein asked in a flat tone.

Danitz forced a smile and said, "We'll await our captain's orders; perhaps a mission will be assigned."

Klein fell silent, looking at Danitz without saying a word.

The silence sent chills down Danitz's spine.

(End of this chapter)