Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 238 Encounter with Pirates
One second, two seconds.

Danitz looked at Klein with trembling eyes, and shakily pulled a flower from his pocket.

He picked it by the roadside; he thought it looked beautiful and originally planned to make it into a specimen to take back to the captain.

"Do...do you want to spend money?" He forced a smile.

I'll pick a flower and give it to Gehrman.

"Enough with the nonsense," Klein interrupted Danitz.

After another five or six seconds, he spoke again: "Which cabin are you staying in?"

“First class, room 312.” Danitz held up the ticket in his hand.

He dared not look down, fearing that the other party might take the opportunity to launch a surprise attack.

Klein nodded almost imperceptibly and continued, "Is there a servants' quarters?"

"Yes," Danitz answered instinctively, not understanding why Klein was saying this.

“You’ll sleep there,” Klein said simply and clearly.

"what?"

Under Danitz's puzzled gaze, Klein glanced at him and then walked away.

“Hostages.” That was the word he used.

Danitz hesitated and struggled for several seconds before suddenly realizing that his calf cramps had stopped.

"This is that monster's extraordinary ability!" Danitz realized.

Doesn't that mean it's impossible for him to escape?
"Shit!" he muttered almost inaudibly, quickly catching up with Klein.

Passing by Serres, Klein picked up the ticket that Danitz had just handed him and waved it around.

“Look, it’s a wild first-class ticket,” Klein said with a smile.

He even had accomplices!
Danitz looked at Serres and felt that apart from his strange clothes, there was nothing special about him, which made him feel relieved.

“Go to your cabin.” Klein, maintaining his perfected Gehrman Sparrow persona, said to Danitz behind him.

"Hoo..." Blazing Danitz reluctantly led the monster in human skin into the cabin, up to the upper deck, and into cabin 312, carrying his suitcase.

Serres followed, walking alongside Klein.

Klein noticed that Serres took out a kitchen knife and was gesturing at his face.

He maintained his Gehrman persona and didn't ask, but Pado had no such reservations and asked directly, "Serris, what are you doing?"

Serres put away the cleaver and said, "People always say I'm not handsome enough. I'm considering getting a chiseled face."

As he spoke, his facial features began to change; his nose shrank back, his face began to become smooth, and his head became upright.

"How about it, isn't it handsome?" He turned to look at Padmo.

“You look like a red Creeper right now,” Paddo replied.

"Then I'll blow one up for you to see." Smoke began to rise from Serres's body.

"Yay, let's watch the fireworks!"

"Hey! We're still on the ship!" Klein finally couldn't help but stop him.

Danitz, who was walking at the front, felt a bit sweaty.

Sure enough, a monster's friend is a monster too. I thought he was a normal person just now.

After Danitz opened the door with the key, Padmon casually took the key from Danitz's hand.

Klein glanced around quickly and felt that this place was many times better than second class.

That's the allure of money.

…………

The White Agate set sail and entered the vast ocean, traveling at a speed of 13 knots until noon.

Serres led Klein and Padmon to the first-class dining room, with Danitz following behind looking rather dejected.

For a while, he had considered jumping overboard to escape. As a pirate, he was confident in his underwater survival skills.

However, whenever he has a similar thought, he will coincidentally experience cramps, stomach aches, and constant sneezing.

Ultimately, it was dropped.

The restaurant was elegantly decorated, with a violinist playing in a corner and partitions separating the tables to ensure privacy. The melodious violin music echoed, the soft clinking of cutlery against plates filled the air, and the vast, blue sea rippled gently outside the window—everything seemed so beautiful.

"As is customary, something unexpected should happen around this time," Padmon mumbled between bites of meat.

Pets are not normally allowed in restaurants. But after Danitz voluntarily tipped ten pounds, no one said anything more.

“Don’t say that,” Klein said. “If you look on the bright side, maybe nothing unexpected will happen.”

"I'm a lucky cat, a beckoning cat. I only bring good luck, not bad luck," Padoma wagged its tail.

"By the way, when do you plan to get promoted, Pado?" Serres asked.

"I don't have any extraordinary traits, so how can I advance just because I want to?" Padmon replied.

“I don’t think so.” Serres took a sip of juice. “I believe you’re lucky enough to encounter extraordinary traits in such a long time. Unless you don’t want to.”

Padma paused wagging its tail for a few seconds, then continued wagging it slowly.

“But the name [Catastrophe Priest] doesn’t sound like a good thing, I don’t want to be promoted,” Padmon replied.

"Just bear with it a little longer. It's better to get through this short pain than to suffer for a long time. Just get through Sequence Six quickly. Once you get to Sequence Five, you'll be the [Winner]."

Danitz, standing to the side, didn't dare to breathe, fearing that the three monsters talking might suddenly realize that there was someone eavesdropping on their conversation.

Even a cat is Sequence Seven...

“You should start preparing for the promotion ceremony, otherwise you’ll be in a real mess.” Serres talked to Klein about the promotion ceremony again.

He wasn't talking about a master puppeteer, but a battlefield magician.

"Why does that sound so much like my sister?" Klein said, his words slightly mumbled as he ate his grilled fish fillet.

“Then I should be the older sister too,” Serres said with a smile.

Danitz lowered his head even further, almost to the point of crawling under the table.

Promotion ceremony... at least a Sequence 5...

Isn't that as strong as the captain...?

They certainly weren't unaware of Danitz; rather, they were speaking directly to him.

why?
Because it feels really cool to show off like that.

Especially seeing Danitz's tendency to jump around in surprise every now and then.

Time passed quickly, and just as Klein was about to begin the dessert session, a crew member came running in and rushed toward the table where Ellan was not far away.

"Captain, there's a pirate ship!" He didn't try to hide his voice; the entire restaurant could hear him.

Most of the passengers were startled and stopped eating.

Klein raised his head, his eyes dark and cold as he looked at Danitz at the same table.

Danitz froze for a second, a bitter smile appearing on his face. He lowered his voice and said, "Would you believe me if I said this has nothing to do with me?"
Klein relaxed his eyelid muscles, which had almost twitched from the performance, and slowly curved his lips into a smile, saying, "Guess."

"I bet you're a son of a bitch!" Danitz was furious and almost blurted out a curse.

“I think he’s the one who provoked this,” Serres chimed in, “otherwise, what a coincidence that would happen.”

“Exactly, exactly.” Padmon nodded in agreement. “It’s an intuition from a lucky person.”

Klein gave Danitz a cold look once again.

Danitz's face stiffened, but he still maintained a smile and said, "Mr. Gehrman, I believe your wisdom is sufficient to judge all of this."

“I still prefer your rebellious self. Try to get back to normal,” said Padmo.

Danitz's expression hardened further.

P.S.: It's almost the end of the month, time for monthly tickets!
(End of this chapter)