themonasnovels Chapter 353 Increased Net Worth
Chapter 353 Increased Net Worth
Chapter 353 Increased Net Worth
After seeing Emlyn off from the villa, Kasimi returned to the basement and stood before the iron-black coffin.
"Grandfather, why did you let Emlyn continue acquiring traits that rightfully belong to our vampire race, and even promised him he could profit from the price difference?"
"The price offered by the organization behind him is completely unconvincing. Wouldn't it be better for us to bypass them and hunt him down directly?"
Nibais's voice echoed faintly from inside the coffin: "The prerequisite for getting past that organization is that we can find the place where they hunt those corrupted vampires."
"This is the full moon." The Duke personally intervened, even using a level 0 sealed artifact belonging to our vampire clan, something that couldn't be accomplished.
After a moment of silence, Nibais continued, "Either the Fool himself intervened to cover it up, or the organization's hunting of those corrupted vampires didn't take place on the North or South continents."
"Not on the northern or southern continents? Then it's... at sea?" Kasimi asked, somewhat puzzled.
Inside the coffin, Nibais's voice continued to echo: "These are the Duke's exact words, 'The Full Moon.' He seemed to have some guess, but didn't elaborate."
"This involves some secrets, so restrain your little thoughts and don't pry into it."
"It's just a matter of spending some money, which is the least important thing to us vampires."
Kasim pursed his lips, then nodded earnestly towards the coffin in front of him and said, "Yes, Grandfather."
"Alright, I'm going back to sleep now. Mistral will take over this matter from now on."
In an office beneath the Sea Wave Church in Bayam.
"Aquaman" Yann Cortman sat with his eyes half-closed in the head seat, listening to the report from the Punisher Deacon Cordova Royer, who was in charge of the operation.
"...Blood Admiral" Señor infiltrated Bayam, while "Iron" Maiviti and his group used a band of adventurers to distract us, during which they engaged in fierce combat with "Flame" Danitz, "Painter" Randolph Carter, and an unnamed Extraordinary."
"...The sealed artifact 2-166 we were carrying was stolen by the painter Randolph Carter, but it was later recovered from him on the battlefield against 'Blood Admiral' Señor."
"Preliminary assessment suggests that he took the sealed artifact to restrain the Blood General and others, and did not take it with him when he withdrew."
"Not long ago, we confirmed through a sealed artifact and our colleague, a Punisher skilled in divination, that Blood Admiral Señor is completely dead."
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"Tonight, all members of the 'Blood Pirates' who appeared on Fragrant Tree Avenue are dead."
Yann Courtman nodded slightly, his gaze falling on an elderly man sitting to his right, dressed in a priest's robe, with gray hair, a ruddy complexion, and a robust physique.
He is Bishop Jogori of the Storm Church, who is based at the Wave Church.
Noticing the gaze of "Sea King" directed at him, Jogori nodded slightly and said, "The process for borrowing the Level 1 sealed artifact from headquarters has been approved, and someone will deliver it to Bayam in the next couple of days."
"Sea King" nodded slightly and said, "Very good."
In the morning, Danitz had just stepped out of his room with a yawn when a head with wide eyes and a ferocious, resentful expression flew straight toward him.
Danitz paused for a moment, took a step back, and flames rose from his hand.
The next second, his feet slipped as if they had been greased, and he fell straight to the floor.
Fortunately, the "Hunter's" excellent coordination and physical fitness allowed him to forcefully twist his waist and back, regain his balance, and after staggering a few steps, he regained his footing.
Then he saw the head curve in mid-air and hurtle towards his chest again.
shit!
The flame in his hand flickered briefly before quickly going out, and he caught it with his hand instead.
He recognized the head that had hit him as belonging to "Iron" McVitie, worth £6000.
"Take this and exchange it for the bounty. I want 3000 pounds, and the rest is yours."
Danitz glanced at Cyril, who was reclining in the armchair and speaking, and instinctively asked, "That's Gehrman Sparrow?"
"He already took his share last night."
"No problem, I still have some connections in Bayam."
Cyril turned his head to look at him and reminded him, "You'd better put on a disguise, a really effective one."
"After what happened last night, your value will definitely increase significantly. At this point, many pirates, adventurers, and government officials will be eyeing your head."
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Danitz's lips twitched silently.
Bullshit, isn't my increased net worth due to being dragged down by you two troublemakers?
Just as he was mentally complaining, he saw the figure of Sir Ryan on the armchair suddenly fade, eventually turning into a portrait of Randolph Carter.
(●—O)
He stared wide-eyed for a long while before snapping out of his daze, muttering enviously to himself, "This guy seems to have inexhaustible magic and abilities. Could he be on the same path as the captain?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Gehrman Sparrow's voice rang out from the side: "Does your captain possess many extraordinary abilities?"
"Why do you walk so quietly?!"
Startled, Danitz took a few steps back, glared at him resentfully, and then said, "You really didn't do any research before setting sail..."
"Our captain is capable of using all the extraordinary abilities she has ever seen, and she also has a complete collection of spells with various effects that could fill an entire notebook."
"Even among the seven pirate generals, our captain is one of the more powerful ones."
"Although the captain's bounty is slightly lower than that of Admiral Señor, that's entirely because we're a pirate crew primarily focused on treasure hunting. We haven't developed as many subordinates or fleets, nor have we committed many misdeeds at sea."
"The official bounty from various countries is entirely due to the title of Pirate General; otherwise, we would just be a group of law-abiding treasure hunters."
...A law-abiding pirate and treasure hunter?
You have redefined the meaning of "abiding by the law" in my mind.
He muttered a few words to himself, then said in a flat tone, "There are no more 'Blood Admirals' at sea."
"His soul is here."
As he spoke, he raised his right hand, which was adorned with the "Wriggling Hunger" badge.
Danitz was momentarily stunned, taking a beat to react before his eyes widened and he stumbled backward.
goo~
His throat bobbed as he swallowed the saliva that had seeped into his mouth due to nervousness.
Danitz, who had just been boasting that his captain was even more powerful than "Admiral Blood," was so nervous that he could barely speak.
"When...when...did you...he...?"
"last night."
After saying that, Klein put the half-high silk hat on his head and left without looking back.
He's going to Simim Island to try playing the "Faceless Man".
Bang!
Danitz finally snapped out of his daze after hearing the door close.
"Damn it, this guy killed General Blood?!"
"Didn't we come back together last night? When did he go out alone again?"
He paused, then looked at the portrait of Randolph Carter lying quietly in the armchair.
"It's also possible that the two of them left me behind and went out together..."
"Bullshit! Why did you leave me behind? I'm Danitz, the fourth boatswain of the famous pirate ship 'Golden Dream,' worth 3000 pounds!"
"I need to find an opportunity to pass this information on to the captain. With two more guys at sea who can hunt down pirate generals with ease, things are definitely not going to be peaceful."
After muttering a few words, Danitz carried "Iron" McVitie's head back to his room, "carefully" disguised himself, and then left with a black package.
In a distinctive street teeming with indigenous people, Sirian, dressed in a different outfit, strolled leisurely, taking in every detail of her surroundings.
This was a place he hadn't visited during his last trip to Bayam; such a place, full of local customs, was the perfect place to digest the "Recorder's" potion.
As he passed a bar called Blue Scale, he saw a familiar figure walking out of the bar's door.
Alger, the "Hanged Man," is dressed in a dark brown sailor uniform and has long, slightly messy, seaweed-like blue hair.
Their eyes met briefly, and he smiled slightly, nodding gently at the other person, saying, "We meet again."
"How much reward did the Church of Storms give you for what happened last night?"
Alger's pupils contracted slightly as a series of thoughts flashed through his mind, finally settling into a seemingly random sentence: "The occult-themed coffee on Olive Avenue is quite good."
"Really? I'll try it when I have time."
After saying that, without waiting for the other person's reaction, he strode through the crowd and disappeared from Alger's sight.
After looking away, Alger took a deep breath and turned to walk in another direction.
...Randolph Carter, he's really bold, moving around in a big city like Bayam without even a hint of disguise.
Is it because you are confident enough in yourself?
This is quite similar to "fate," is it really him?
He knew about last night's operation, and even knew that I was involved. This couldn't possibly be information he got from the Church of Storms, unless his informant in the church was Bishop Jogori.
That could only mean that "the world" told him, or that he had been secretly watching this matter all along.
Unfortunately, Bishop Khogorei did not tell me the specifics of last night, only that several extraordinary beings had died.
This included "Blood Admiral" Señor, his second mate "Iron" Maiviti, and two captains from the Mosha fleet.
With so many extraordinary individuals lost at once, and even the "Blood General" himself dying, the "Blood Pirates" are now merely a name without substance.
Unfortunately, the "Blood Admiral" is most likely backed by the Rose School, and it's estimated that a new person will soon take over the pirate crew he left behind.
Lost in thought, he walked to a newly updated bounty wall.
The bounty posters for "Blood Admiral" Señor, "Iron" Maiviti, and others have been torn down, while three new bounty posters have appeared.
Randolph Carter, the "Painter," has a prize of £6.
"Flame" Danitz, bounty £5000.
Gehrman Sparrow, bounty 1.
He turned his gaze away and was about to leave when he suddenly noticed that the portrait on the wanted poster seemed to have moved slightly.
The next second, Randolph Carter's wanted poster burst into crimson flames, burning several other wanted posters beside it to ashes.
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"What a bizarre ability."
He muttered something to himself and quickened his pace to leave the street.
On the other side of the street, Xireen suddenly stopped and looked back at the crowd behind him, exchanging glances with several lingering eyes, before continuing forward as if nothing had happened.
"The Storm Church released its bounty list rather quickly this time. Is it because a Blood General has died?"
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"It seems we can't just show our faces in the streets like this anymore. Although those people don't dare to rush up to us on their own, they're still willing to report us to the authorities."
"Hmm...we need to change hotels. When we stayed at the previous hotel, none of the three of us tried to hide anything, so we're probably being watched by someone now."
The dock, outside the "Azure Wind" hotel.
Danitz, who had just returned from the bar, was pulled into a nearby alley by a hand.
"Dry..."
He swallowed the words he was about to say, but under Cyril's gaze, he instead asked, "What...what happened?"
Cyril didn't answer, but pulled him through the wall behind him. After passing through several walls and doors, they left the street where the hotel was located.
Clang!
A gold coin flew out of his hand, spun a few times in the air, and then fell back into his hand.
After completing a simple claim, he stopped and looked at Danitz, who was still confused, and said, "Congratulations, you've gone from Mr. 3000 pounds to Mr. 5000 pounds."
"However, your reconnaissance skills are rather poor. Didn't you realize you're being watched?"
Danitz's lips twitched, but his face showed no excitement whatsoever for becoming a pirate with a bounty of 5000.
A bounty that doesn't match his strength only makes him the most tempting little cake in the eyes of all pirates, adventurers, and bounty hunters.
Bullshit! Why did this happen?!
Cyril reached out and patted him on the shoulder, offering a somewhat insincere reassurance: "Don't worry, 5000 pounds is just a phase. Sooner or later you'll be a 10,000-pound man."
Danitz smirked, giving off an air of "I don't want to talk to you."
After a few seconds of silence, he couldn't help but ask again, "Where are we going now?"
"We? Gehrman Sparrow, who captured you, is gone. You are free now."
Freedom, you bitch! I'm now carrying a 5000-pound bounty, and I went out for a stroll without even realizing it. I bet all the pirates and adventurers in Bayam can smell the gold on me now.
After a moment of inward grumbling, Danitz forced a smile and said, "Hey, isn't this what I'm supposed to do—turn 'Iron's' head into a bounty for you? Of course, it's more convenient to come along."
Cyril nodded and chuckled, "Then let's go to your properties in Bayam. They're just sitting empty anyway."
Danitz's face darkened, and he quickly said, "That place is definitely being closely watched by the official disciplinary agents right now, and I haven't renovated it yet. There's nothing in the house except for the doors and windows."
"unnecessary."
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