Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 251 The Great Pirate, Jack Star

"Huh?" Danitz pointed to himself, momentarily disoriented. "I'm free?"

Did this monster really just let me leave like that?
"Are you really letting me go?" Danitz was still hesitant, wondering if this was a test from Gehrman Sparrow or something else.

Although he had anticipated this outcome—German Sparrow had let him go back to Damir Port, which made him imagine today's scene—he still found it hard to believe, feeling that it all had come too easily and effortlessly.

He's worth three thousand pounds, after all. Or is Gehrman trying to fatten him up before killing him?

“Or you can come with me to the church now to collect your bounty,” Klein said calmly.

Bounty? What bounty? Who? Me?
The cat, Padma, on Klein's shoulder had already started counting down.

"Ten, nine, eight..."

Danitz immediately lost his composure and turned to run away.

As he ran around a corner, he couldn't help but raise his hands and shout out a cry of freedom: "It's free! It's free!"

He couldn't help but burst into laughter, almost laughing until tears streamed down his face.

terrible……

Gehrman is a monster in human skin, the cat is a living devil, and his companion is a ticking time bomb who wants to self-destruct every now and then...

Fortunately, he is finally free.

But he still didn't let his guard down completely, taking many detours and observing his surroundings more than ten times with each step.

Soon, he arrived at a row of houses near the dock warehouse.

It seemed Gehrman Sparrow hadn't used me as bait. After scrutinizing him again, Danitz completely relaxed. Besides, given that cat's luck, Gehrman didn't need bait at all; he could hunt anyone down with just a couple of walks around the streets.

At that moment, he felt that he had finally been liberated. The dignified boatswain of the pirate general no longer had to be bullied and treated like a servant.

I can already foresee that tomorrow will be wonderful, with a bunch of guys vying to flatter me and become my servants! Danitz knocked on the door in a cheerful mood, three long knocks followed by three short ones, very rhythmically.

This is their safe haven in the port, a place where he can truly relax.

He has now regained his confidence.

Even if I carry three thousand pounds on my back and have to lift the position of Third Boatswain with one hand, I, Danitz, am still invincible in the world!

Upon entering the safe house, Danitz ran right into the second mate of "Blood General" Señor, "Iron" Maivitt.

…………

A sea breeze blew by, causing the slender leaves to sway and tremble, ready to fall at any moment.

Klein walked along Haiphong Street at a moderate pace, while the passersby around him hurried along with their quick steps.

It was about to rain, but his spiritual intuition told him that the downpour wouldn't start for quite some time, giving him plenty of time to find a hotel.

Klein glanced at Paddy the cat on his shoulder and relaxed even more.

Even if it really rains, he'll probably find some wild umbrellas on the roadside.

The wind grew stronger, and tree branches broke off and fell to the ground.

There were hardly any people left on the entire street.

Klein suddenly stopped and waited in place.

Intuitively, he felt a large sum of gold pounds was approaching him.

After adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses, Klein could clearly sense the coordinates around him that allowed him to leap with his flames.

Ding Deng Deng.

Danitz ran as fast as he could, and the scene before him began to sway.

Several fire crows, formed from condensed flames, circled around him, their flames scorching his wounds and temporarily stopping the bleeding by burning away the flesh and blood.

He felt an intense pain in his wound, his life was slipping away rapidly, and his spirit had half left his body, approaching the legendary underworld. As a result, he could only vaguely hear the sounds around him, and everything in his sight seemed unreal.

Even though the wound has temporarily stopped bleeding, it doesn't provide much relief and can only help him endure the pain for a little longer.

One of the fire crows suddenly enlarged, and Klein stepped out of the flames, grabbing Danitz who was running headlong.

Danitz tried to struggle, but when he turned his head, he saw Klein. His hands, which had been covering his chest and abdomen, fell limply to his sides, revealing a gruesome, exaggerated wound that exposed his internal organs.

"Tell the captain, old Lynn has been discovered. Steel McVitie's, for...for that treasure!"

“Steel…who?” Klein turned to ask Padmon.

Padma will pull out a stack of bounty posters from somewhere and find the person's portrait with a quick flip of its paw.

"Six thousand pounds," Padmon stated simply and clearly.

Klein nodded and looked back at Danitz, intending to treat him first.

But then, as Danitz lay dying, his eyes glazed over, and he began to utter his last words. “Tell the captain, all the money I saved… has turned into… into real estate, on Bayam Avenue… from number 12 to 16, the documents… the documents are hidden… hidden in the wall of basement number 13…”

Klein lowered his hand again after raising it, patiently listening to Danitz's last words.

This is polite.

“Boss Gehrman, just because someone’s a pirate doesn’t mean they’re richer than you,” Padmon whispered to Klein.

…………

A sailboat is moored here in Prids Harbour.

This is the ship that Serres gave to Xing; she's going to set sail as a pirate to find the Thousand Silks.

She has become the great pirate Jack Star.

This ship could hold about three hundred people, which was considered a decent passenger ship for that era.

The ship itself has no special abilities other than being sturdy, and its appearance was designed by Xing himself.

The ship, which she designed herself, had every curve of its hull perfectly in her eyes. She named it "Short Gorilla."

This is in memory of her lost car.

That was a ship that could only appear in Pinocchio's dreams; upon waking in the daytime, it was undoubtedly gone.

Although it can revive after falling asleep, it still makes Xing feel sad.

Although the ship was called the Gordian Stone, it didn't matter; Xing still preferred to name it the Short Gordian Stone.

The match failed because Xing kept misremembering the name "Gazite" and mistakenly wrote it as "Changhuishi".

But so what? Misremembering a name is also part of pioneering.

It's definitely not appropriate for her to pilot such a large ship alone, but that's okay, she has already recruited a group of trustworthy partners.

A boatload of garbage cans.

With a slight cognitive shielding effect, the trash cans did not cause any disturbance, each returning to their posts and controlling the Short Pyroxene to set sail.

Let's set off on the west wind!

Meanwhile, Xing, who should have been directing operations at the bow, was in the ship's galley.

She wasn't good at giving orders, so she consciously avoided causing trouble.

She stayed in the kitchen and ate everything edible.

But that's not enough; it's not pioneering enough.

How could pioneers like us stop here?

Xing picked up a bowl of dishwater.

She couldn't drink it, that was her gut feeling.

so what?

She is the freest woman in the entire universe.

He raised his hand, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

The taste was surprisingly good.

It seems the Trash Can Boys knew their captain would come to steal the dishwater, so they secretly replaced it with sugar water.

What great lads!

This reminded Xing of her adventures in the Garbage Can Kingdom and her comrades-in-arms.

They were willing to go through fire and water, firmly believing that she could lead them to overthrow Tatarov and win back the dignity and freedom that had been taken from them for so long.

The dignity of the trash can was so heavy that it almost suffocated her.

Fortunately, she has now shed her snake skin and transformed into a dragon.

Although it was just a dream, I was still very moved when I woke up.

Shifting her gaze, Xing, who hadn't been able to drink the dishwater, set her sights on a corner of the table.

Maybe it's just a cookie? Take a bite.

Click.

"it hurts!"

It seems not.

(End of this chapter)