<h4>Chapter 737: Official Appearance</h4>
<strong>Trantor: </strong>As Studios <strong>Editor: </strong>As Studios
<i>Why would the madman, Gehrman Sparrow, need to find someone to im Admiral of Blood’s bounty on his behalf? That’s not right. Why would he be able to im the bounty? </i>Danitz suddenly snapped out of his confusion and grasped the crux of the matter.
He immediately lowered his head to prevent himself from exposing his shock and confusion.
The adventurers beside him continued their conversation.
“How would that be possible? No one would dare to im it on his behalf!”
“That’s right—unless they wish to bear the wrath of the Church of Storms or selling out Gehrman Sparrow!”
“42,000 pounds... If I can receive that sum of money, I’ll immediately head to Backlund to be a tycoon!”
“Haha, wouldn’t you be enjoying yourself in the Red Theater for half a year first?”
“Perhaps Gehrman Sparrow can im it from Intis, Feysac, or Feynapotter. Although it wouldn’t be as much as 42,000 pounds, it’s definitely in no way a low amount...”
...
As the adventurers conversed, they began imagining their lives after obtaining 42,000 pounds. They even had a conflict of opinions and began arguing with flushed faces.
<i>No way... Are they implying that Gehrman has finished off Admiral of Blood? No, although that madman always had the intention of doing so, hecks the required support that he needs. He needs to work with Captain... Anderson Hood? </i>Danitz stood up, pressed down his cap, and kept his head down. He rushed towards the billiard and card rooms where there were newspapers ced there.
Just as he left, the few adventurers from before looked at his back and spoke in hushed tones.
“Do you recognize him? It’s obvious that something is wrong with how he was acting so suspiciously!”
“I didn’t get a good look, but I think he’s a pirate who’s here to gather intel.”
“Shall we...” An adventurer gestured, slicing his hand across his throat.
“Perhaps it’s someone we can’t afford to offend. Let’s wait and see.” Another adventurer stopped hispanion’s actions.
Danitz entered an empty billiard room, came to the corner, and picked up a stack of newspapers. He quickly flipped through them, and slowly, his expression twisted.
<i>What did that madman do? He really finished off Admiral of Blood? It’s only been a few months, and his strength has risen to such a level? Furthermore, the papers didn’t even mention Anderson Hood... </i>Danitz was rmed and thankful that he wisely chose to submit in front of Gehrman Sparrow. Otherwise, people would’ve long seen the news of him being hunted in exchange for bounty money.
<i>No, no. Back then, my death wouldn’t have been published... Man, Gehrman Sparrow is really a member of a cult... </i>As he thought, Danitz suddenly froze like a statue.
That was because he was apparently, probably, likely a member of that cult...
<i>Haha, the Church and military often likes to exaggerate. Yes, it’s a secret organization, not a cult! </i>Danitz consoled himself before having the feeling that the organization backing Gehrman Sparrow was surprisingly mysterious and abnormally powerful.
The sessful hunting of Senor, one of the Seven Pirate Admirals, was evidence!
<i>Phew... </i>Danitz exhaled as he apprehensively praised The Fool inwardly, expressing his desires to handle matters seriously.
...
In a small building near the governor-general’s office, End and Oz Kent walked out.
“It’s finally over...” End sighed as he wore his captain’s hat.
Oz Kent rubbed his red brandy nose and added with a sigh, “That’s right.”
They had been interrogated while separated for two full days because of Gehrman Sparrow. They were faced with Interrogators who were best at such matters.
Thankfully, End had never hidden anything from the beginning. He had reported to his superiors that Gehrman Sparrow was of unknown origins, but that he was friendly to the military. It had nothing to do with him since the decision of making this crazy adventurer an informant while having his background investigated was made by the higher-ups.
As for Oz Kent, there weren’t any problems at all. He had followed regr protocol when iming the bounty for Gehrman Sparrow.
As they slowly walked towards the entrance in the middle of the garden, End said with a sigh, “Who knew that Gehrman Sparrow was that crazy and powerful...”
ording to the little information that they knew, finishing off Admiral of Blood was just one of the most ordinary and trivial matters that Gehrman Sparrow had done that day.
And such a crazy person had made the choice of entering the dangerous Bansy to save a few passengers and crew members who had merely expressed their friendship to him.
Endter learned that the dangers lurking in Bansy had far exceeded his imagination. The Church of Storms had directly destroyed the entire ce!
<i>If I had told the Interrogators that Gehrman Sparrow has a soft and kind heart, they will definitely think I’m lying... Humans are really a mass of contradictions... </i>End silently shook his head.
After hearing End’s poignant remark, Oz Kent replied with a wry smile, “Back then, I thought you introduced me to a rtively strong adventurer. But in the end, he even finished off Admiral of Blood! Damn it. I even think he has the strength to be the fifth king. You wouldn’t doubt what I say if you look at the forest and those nearby mountains!
“That ce, it’s like... it’s like...”
End nced at Oz Kent and finished his sentence for him: “It’s like it was sted by the coastal defenses more than a hundred times over.”
“That’s right!” Oz Kent agreed with End’s description.
By then, the two had walked out the main entrance.
End looked at the night sky with twinkling stars and the dark crimson moon. After a few seconds of silence, he adjusted his cor and said, “Let’s hope he doesn’t return to the sea again...”
...
Bayam. 6 Sfere Street.
Dressed in children’s clothes, Denton ran up to the study and said to his elder sister who was practicing her sketching, “Donna, th-they say that Uncle Sparrow is a bad guy, a cultist, and a murder!
“Th-they even showed me the newspapers!”
Donna turned her head as she wrinkled her nose.
“No way!
“Uncle Sparrow is a righteous, brave, and kind adventurer. We saw it with our own eyes. These are definitely more reliable than the papers!”
She hesitated for a moment before eloquently saying, “Al-although he had a very terrifying and ugly appearance, it was the price for his dreams and the power to protect! Denton, remember, the papers often like to fabricate content based on rumors or hearsay.”
“Yeah!” Denton nodded heavily. “I’ve already cursed them!”
Donna praised her brother and subconsciously looked out. She saw that the streetmps had cast their light into their garden. It was tranquil, serene, and gentle.
...
Hillston Borough, inside a high-ss inn.
Klein folded a white handkerchief and ced it in his left breast pocket, and he raised his hand to retrieve his half top hat.
Today was the day for the mysterious tycoon, Dwayne Dantès, to officially appear in public!
He didn’t wait for the sale of the bikepany shares or the mystical items, and he nned on first using the remaining 2,962 pounds he had to cover his initial expenses.
This was sufficient, as it was equivalent to six to seven years of an upper-middle ss family’s ie!
<i>Arrodes didn’t enter my dreamst night. This means that he’s unable to sense my return to Backlund without any close contact. That’s a good thing. Yes, I’ll contact it with the radio transceiver tonight to inquire about the evil spirit. I won’t need to go through this hassle in the future, </i>Klein mumbled inwardly as he held his cane and walked out of the hotel.
At that moment, the sun was shining through the thin mist, ting the moods of the pedestrians. Klein got onto a carriage, and he went straight for Cherwood Borough’s City Family Servant Assistance Association at 9 Canylowell Street. He nned on hiring an experienced butler, and get him to organize the servants needed for a vi.
In the City Family Servant Assistance Association, Baylin ended a conversation with a male colleague that came to talk to her. She lowered her head to clean up the two drops of ck tea on her lotus leaf-colored dress.
At that moment, she heard a mellow and heavy voice that time had left its mark on.
“Good morning, Ma’am.”
Baylin hurriedly looked up and towards the reception. She saw a gentleman in his forties, wearing a tailcoat made of silk and carrying a gold-iid cane. Apart from the three buttons on his clothes, there was a golden chain that extended into his pocket.
This gentleman had a pair of deep blue eyes, and he was good looking. Even the tiny white patches on the side of his hair had added to the air he exuded. Just a smile from him made Baylin feel her cheeks turn warm.
“Sir, h-how many I be of service? Ah, right. How may I address you?” Baylin hurriedly got up and said.
“Dwayne Dantès,” Klein warmly replied with a smile. “I wish to hire a butler, a good one.”
“Mr. Dantès, please wait a moment. Have a seat.” Baylin hurriedly led Klein to the guest area, and she reached out to point at a cloth sofa.
Klein held a smile without rushing or nagging her. He very patiently sat down and awaited the staff to provide him with a list of names of the butlers.
<i>What a gentleman... Oh no, I forgot to ask him what requirements he has! </i>Baylin raised her hand to touch her cheeks and said, “Mr. Dantès, what kind of butlers are you looking for?”
Klein was already prepared as he replied with a mellow voice, “It’s best if they have served in a noble family before.”
This aided Dantès in widening his social circle.
Baylin gradually grasped her professional knowledge as she said in detail, “Such butlers are rare. As you know, nobles seldom change their butlers unless they’re unable to provide an effective service. Furthermore, even if they aren’t able to be a butler, they’re able to fill other positions in a noble household.
“In addition, the wealthy often have a considerable desire towards such butlers, and they’re willing to offer sries with a premium. Mr. Dantès, we do have the kinds you are looking for, but their annual sries are above 100 pounds.”
<i>That makes the weekly sry to be about 2 pounds and up... An ordinary butler’s annual sry is 40 to 80 pounds, which is 15 soli to 1 pound 10 soli a week. That appears to be at the level of a technical worker’s sry, but the master will provide room, food, clothes, charcoal, and other necessities. A butler practically has zero expenditure... An annual sry of 100 pounds and above is really expensive... </i>Klein quickly did the math as he replied as though he didn’t take much notice, “No problem. As long as they’re good butlers.”