Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 518 White City
"I always feel like someone on this ship is hostile to me."

Carrying the suitcase and walking down the gangway, Klein frowned and whispered to Angel beside him.

The latter turned back to look at the "red-haired woman" and saw only the sailors on the deck who were busy unloading cargo, the boatswain William who was commanding them, and Elaine, who was a little tired and yawning constantly.

"Could it be Elaine?" She withdrew her gaze and tried to analyze. "Perhaps she thought it was an offense for you to sneak into the Black Death in her appearance and try to sneak attack Tracy."

"It's not her." Klein shook his head, thinking as he continued to move forward.

After a moment, he turned back and quickly scanned the deck.

"Who is that new bosun?"

Having found his target, he asked.

"'Lucky William'? He is an Beyonder recommended by Dominic, a 'machine' in the monster path. He has been a pirate before and is familiar with the affairs on the ship, so I asked Elaine to recruit him."

Angel explained.

This place is different from most colonies that are famous for growing spices, specialty fruits and minerals. The products are mainly stones that are difficult to transport out of the local area. Therefore, after colonizing Gargas, the Fusac people quickly found a new way to make money—— whaling.

Lucky Nick, Lucky William, sailors, pirates and adventurers who venture on the sea all have more or less superstitions in this regard.

"Pirates? Your ship even recruits pirates?" Klein was a little stunned and couldn't help but look back. "Is he the lucky William with a reward of 2800 pounds on the wanted poster? Apart from Elaine, he was the only one who just now Secretly looking at me, everyone else is..."

Although Angel's name is most commonly seen on wanted posters and death lists.

"Let's go, let's find a place to stay in Port Nas first."

Afraid of me, but also vaguely hostile. The former is because of my reputation as a "crazy adventurer", but hostility?

Klein commented.

It's not like I got close to "Vice Admiral Iceberg". According to "Fire" Daniz, half of his ships belong to Edwina. Well, what kind of dog is that... Klein The corners of his mouth twitched as he thought of a possibility, but he didn't dare to say it, especially to the woman next to him.

Klein dug through the memories in his mind, and finally found this face that he had only met once during his trip to the Golden Dream, and confirmed that the other person had indeed served under Edwina.

He finally looked at the tall, bronze-skinned "Lucky William" and found that the other person's blue eyes were looking in this direction, but the tricorn hat on his head was pressed down, blocking his sight, and it seemed that he was not looking at him at all.

"It's just the same name. The valuable William has already died on the 'City Breaker'. What's more coincidental is that before that, the third lucky William was mistakenly identified as him and was captured to receive the reward."

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Just as Angel raised her objections, she was interrupted by continuous gunshots. She looked towards the place where the sound came from and found that two groups of suspected pirates had clashed in the street. They quickly changed from insulting each other to grabbing money on the spot. Drawing swords and guns in an attempt to physically persuade the other party of atrocities.

Therefore, as soon as they got off the "Redhead", the two of them saw a patchwork of white houses on the pier. Most of them were built with large stones. Their appearance was rough and unadorned, which was in line with Angel's stereotype of the Fusac people. consistent.

"Furthermore, he retired from the Golden Dream of Vice Admiral Iceberg. Apart from occasionally talking to himself, he doesn't have many bad habits, so I approved his joining."

After whales in nearby waters are hunted and killed by whaling ships, they are directly bled and preliminarily processed on the ship, and then sent to the whaling house in Nas, the capital of the colony, where they are dismembered into various parts with different functions, or digested on the spot. , or sold as goods to various places.

"No wonder this place is called the 'White City'. It seems that the nickname is correct."

Finally, he suggested.

"But Bayam is not 'generous', on the contrary, he is very stingy..."

After hearing Angel's explanation, Klein nodded clearly, no longer paying attention to William's former pirate identity, but he was still curious about the vague hostility revealed by the boatswain.

Continuing eastward from Olavi Island, after entering the "Sea of ​​White Whale", they broke away from the colonies of the Loen Kingdom and arrived at the colonial islands of the Fusac Empire, the Gargas Islands.

The local residents seemed not to be surprised. Those who were close to the scene hurriedly left to avoid stray bullets, while those who were further away were not even interested in stopping to watch. They were busy with what they were doing, either transporting stones in sturdy carriages, or sending preliminarily processed whales to whaling houses everywhere to turn them into skin, meat, fat and precious "grey amber".

These products have their own uses. Whale skin can be made into clothes and sturdy leather shoes. Whale meat is the main local food source. The fat can be refined into whale oil and transported back to Fusac or exported to Roen.

The last "grey amber" is the top spice. Whether it is incense or perfume made from it, it is a luxury product spread among nobles from all over the world, and can be exchanged for ten times the weight of gold coins.

Relying on whale fishing, this city with no production has become the fulcrum of the Fusac Empire in the Sunia Sea.

"So, the White City, does it still mean 'white whale'?"

Angel sighed as he listened to the banging sound of fighting and smelled the faint smell of boiled whale blubber.

"There is also the whiteness of the sails. Whaling ships all have white sails, while the surrounding sea area is filled with black sails from pirates. This is also known as the 'Pirate Paradise'. Even if there are fights in the streets, no police dare to intervene."

It was also the first time for him to "go abroad". With his eyes constantly wandering around various things, Klein commented sharply. He took Angel's arm and pulled her away who wanted to stop and watch. He left the noisy port and entered Nas. urban area.

Compared to Bayam, where Loen colonists and natives of the Rhoside Islands are mixed, the population ratio here is much more uniform. The streets are almost filled with tall Fusac, and Angel is almost at the forefront among Loen women. In terms of height, there are not many adult women shorter than her here, let alone the men Fusak, who are almost all over 1 meters tall. This made the two of them, especially Klein, very conspicuous on the street.

Fortunately, as a trading city and a colony far away from the mainland, it does not exclude guests from other countries. The two quickly found a hotel, booked a suite, and had their own temporary residence.

After all, they came to Nas just for a transit. The purpose of Angel and Klein was to board the "Future" of "Star Admiral" Cattleya tomorrow evening and head to the mysterious sea further east.

At the Tarot meeting yesterday, April 4, Angel apologized to Ms. "Hermit" and asked for an extra passenger on the trip worth 11 pounds. Fortunately, the other party did not refuse and just asked for more. I agreed for 3000 pounds.

This allowed Angel to fulfill Klein's birthday request: go to the east of the Sunia Sea with him to complete the journey.

"No, not satisfied."

After putting away his luggage, Klein showed a teasing expression on his face again, recovering from his disguised "crazy adventurer" image.

Judging from his freely retractable performance, the "Faceless Man" potion should have been almost digested... Angel thought with a smile on his face.

"So, Mr. Not-So-Crazy Adventurer, should we go have lunch first, or..."

These words seemed to take Klein back to the day when the two of them had just left the Northern Continent and embarked on a journey to the Five Seas. Although he knew that the other party was probably teasing him, he still couldn't help but ask in anticipation:
"Or first?"

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"Grilled whale meat, fried whale steak, whale bone soup, raw whale slices..."

Looking at the entire row of "special dishes" on the menu, Klein's expression didn't know whether he was expecting or disappointed.

Of course, the disappointment was not because of the food here, but because of the feeling of being "played" by Angel just now.

Angel, who was sitting opposite him, was looking at the menu with interest and asking the waiter next to him for details from time to time.

Occasionally teasing Klein, causing him pain, has become her main way of completing "acting" this month. At the current rate, it would take at most another month before she could completely digest the "pain" potion in her body and be ready for promotion.

This is due to the pain she inflicted on wanted criminals and evil adventurers in Bayam, but the most important point is the potion code she understood after learning her "true identity":

Only the pain that settles in one's heart can allow people to recognize themselves and maintain themselves.

Of course, she had some suspicions that the pain she caused to Klein on his birthday also caused a lot of digestion in her potion. This was different from deliberate alienation, but a real and heartfelt act. .

As a result, it was him when he was happy, and it was him when he was in pain... Thinking a little guiltily, Angel secretly moved his eyes to Klein opposite him, and found that he was checking the menu without looking up, and he was relieved.

Seeing that she didn't look well, the waiter approached her mysteriously and whispered:
"We also have some special dishes here that ordinary guests can't enjoy."

Eighty percent of it is a sales promotion method. It is said to be limited, but it will be promoted to every customer... With this thought in his head, Angel still asked:
"What dish?"

“Braised fish offal!”

Ok?
I thought I would hear some strange recipe for a strange part, but I didn't expect it to be such an ordinary dish. Klein, who listened carefully to the conversation between the two, had a strong look of disappointment on his face.

As a resident of a big foodie country in his previous life, what hasn't he seen?

But he noticed that Angel's eyes seemed to be shining and he was very interested in this special dish, so he ordered it anyway.

After adding a few more whale dishes and two glasses of Sonia blood wine highly recommended by the waiter, Angel and Klein quietly waited for the dishes to be served and enjoyed their first meal in a "foreign country".

The fish fillet was fried a bit too old, but the aroma of the fat was highlighted; I still can't get used to sashimi, but the braised fish offal does taste good. The braised innards are tender and refreshing, and have a good chewy texture. It's just right, covering up the fishy smell and making people appetizing. It is indeed a dish specially recommended by the waiter...

Squinting his eyes as he recalled the deliciousness of the food, Angel drank the blood wine in the glass and burped rather inelegantly. He quickly covered his mouth and looked at Klein in front of him, but in front of his implicit smile, Angel Defeated, he looked away.

After drinking and eating, the two left the restaurant and walked towards Gray Amber Street east of Nas City.

Although the lunch just now cost a full 2 ​​pounds 6 soles - two-thirds of the price was the two glasses of blood wine - the satisfaction of the special delicacies made the two of them feel distressed for a long time even if they had to pay a pound. The miser temporarily forgot the power of money and talked about the legend of the city with great interest, admiring the scenery along the way.

It wasn't until they entered the depths of Gray Amber Street and entered a grocery store called "Fanatical Whale Dance" that the two of them stopped smiling and faced the boss who was drinking sullenly behind the counter.

After using the information provided by Ms. "Hermit" to match the code with the old man Fusac, they followed the burly man with a back like a white bear to the warehouse behind the store. They watched him take out a heavy crystal ball and put it on the On the dusty cloth pad, he rubbed it and muttered something.

The room gradually dimmed, the light seemed to be absorbed by the crystal ball.

If the boss hadn't smelled of alcohol and burped from time to time, the dark warehouse would have been the scene of a cult summoning demons.

Amid the smell of alcohol, the crystal ball that absorbed all the light gradually lit up, and a female figure wearing a black classical robe emerged from it.

After the grocery store owner staggered out of the warehouse and closed the door, the woman looked at the two people here with searching eyes, and after a moment she asked:
"Angelica Sage, Gehrman Sparrow?"

(End of this chapter)