Mystery: A Spark

"Come out."

His eyes were sharp as he stared intently at the shadows around the corner.

After four or five seconds of silence, a figure emerged from the darkness, chuckled, and said:

"Very perceptive."

Klein sized up the person who had appeared before him and quickly recalled that the other person had been drinking in the bar earlier.

"What do you want to do?" He looked coldly at the man in front of him through his sunglasses, noticing that the man seemed to be putting on some kind of disguise.

"Heh." The man in the black cloak chuckled strangely, looking Klein up and down, and said, "A new face who has come to the sea. Let me guess, you're from Rune, aren't you?"

Klein narrowed his eyes slightly. He sensed something was amiss. How did the other party know he was from Rune? Could it be from his accent?

"Who are you?" A certain possibility surfaced in his mind.

The man in the black cloak smiled, extended a hand, and said:

“Danitz the Blazing Flame, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Gehrman Sparrow.”

"So it was you." Klein relaxed a bit and extended his hand to shake Danitz's. "You've been waiting for me here all this time?"

“Ah, no, I’ve only been here for a couple of days,” Danitz explained with a smile. “I’m currently on vacation, so after receiving that guy’s letter, I thought I’d come over and check it out.”

He turned and led the way, Klein followed, and asked:

"I have a question."

"what?"

"How did you two meet?" Klein asked curiously, but his tone remained indifferent, as he needed to maintain his public image.

Danitz didn't mind and replied with a smile:

"If you ask me about it, that guy and I have a life-or-death bond."

"Oh?" Klein was somewhat surprised.

"Back when that kid was just an ordinary person, I pulled him out of the sea. You tell me, isn't that a life-or-death bond?"

"Six months have passed in the blink of an eye. I never imagined that the pathetic kid we rescued back then would be doing so well now," Danitz said with a touch of emotion.

Good heavens, could Arthur have time-traveled around that time? And fell right into the sea? That's incredibly unlucky, almost as bad as mine... Klein couldn't help but mutter to himself after hearing Danitz's words.

He even wondered in his heart if every person who transmigrated would encounter an accident in their original body.

He felt that this guess seemed quite reasonable, since if the original owner did not die, the transmigrator would not be able to take advantage of the situation.

If a time traveler were to enter the body of a living person, there would undoubtedly be problems.

It's either a split personality or one side swallowing the other.

So it seems that time travel is quite sinister. Fortunately, the original owner of this body was already dead when I arrived here… Klein sighed inwardly, then asked:

Do you know where the 'Great White Shark' is?

“He lives at No. 1 Seawall Avenue, but he spends most of his time on the second floor of ‘Flying Fish and Wine,’ and today is no exception.”

Danitz stopped in his tracks and asked in confusion:

"What do you want to do?"

Klein's lips curled into a smile as he said:

"I want to talk to him about life and ideals."

Chapter 249 is so sour!

Talk about life and ideals? You're not going to settle it with fists, are you?

Danitz glanced at the man in sunglasses walking beside him and thought that this guy was indeed worthy of being Arthur's friend; they were both people who knew how to stir up trouble.

"In that case, let's part ways for now. Which boat did you come from?"

"White Agate".

“Okay.” Danitz nodded.

Then, the two parted ways temporarily to do their own things.

Danitz was going to buy tickets for the White Agate and, while he was at it, report to the captain about his encounter with Gehrman Sparrow that day.

Klein, naturally, went to find "White Shark" to discuss life and ideals.

The discussion about life and ideals didn't last long; Klein quickly learned the information he wanted to know.

He also deliberately revealed a flaw in front of "White Shark," making the other party think that he was a naive young man who had luckily obtained a powerful magical item.

Klein wanted to use his current identity and appearance as bait to lure some discerning pirates to a predetermined location and complete the initial hunt.

After all, pirates roam the entire ocean, and even the navy has difficulty catching their tracks.

If Klein wanted to hunt down pirates for the bounty, using himself as bait to lure them in was naturally the best way.

After discovering that "White Shark" could contact "Blood Admiral" and his intelligence officer, Old Quinn, Klein's plan was perfected.

That is, to obtain the coded content and spectrum band, monitor the relevant situation, grasp the target's movements, and interfere with divination.

Then, at the most opportune moment, use a combination of powerful magical items and weak adventurers as bait to catch a few big fish.

Although he doesn't have a device for eavesdropping yet, that's not a problem, since he has the entire Tarot Club as his backer.

As for the issue of the "Blood General's" powerful influence, Klein was not too worried.

Abe no Kirito's abilities are extremely effective against the Prisoner Path, and besides, if all else fails, he can always run away.

If the Faceless Man wants to hide, it's actually quite difficult to find him.

If the opportunity arises, he could even contact the "Iceberg General" behind Danitz and hunt down the "Blood General" together.

Presumably, that "iceberg general" wouldn't miss an opportunity to strike the enemy.

In addition, a small incident occurred during Klein's heart-to-heart talk with the "White Shark".

That is, when he returned to "Flying Fish and Wine", he happened to see "White Shark" confronting Captain Airland of the White Agate.

"White Shark" Hamilton wanted to extract information from Airland about the person who had caused trouble here earlier, namely Klein, so that he could come back to apologize and compensate for the damage to the bar.

However, it's obvious that no one with a normal IQ would believe such nonsense.

Airland, of course, didn't believe it either, and he retorted to Hamilton's questioning without backing down.

Klein witnessed this entire scene.

……

Sunday, West Backland, Intis Serenzo Restaurant.

A waiter in a red vest, holding a menu and wine list, introduced them to the dark-haired young man at the table:

"Sir, what would you like to order? Our most famous dishes include braised Dagia short ribs, black truffle porcini mushrooms, and Intis-style foie gras."

"I'd like to specifically mention that the raw materials for the foie gras come from the Bonaïves farm in the Champagne region of the Kingdom of Intis..."

The young man with the side-parted black hair listened quietly, and after a while, he spoke:

"Then let's have a braised Dagia short rib, and a bottle of red wine."

"However, I am waiting for someone, so please bring me a cup of coffee first, and also arrange a private room for me. If a girl with long, dark green, wavy hair comes later, please have her come here."

"Yes, sir," the waiter in the red vest said respectfully, then led the black-haired youth to an empty luxury private room.

The black-haired youth followed the waiter to the private room, glancing at a couple enjoying their meal along the way.

The wife was a heavily pregnant woman, and her husband was thoughtfully cutting the food on the table into appropriate sizes for her.

The moment the black-haired youth's gaze swept over them, the heavily pregnant woman suddenly clutched her stomach, frowned, and said:

"It hurts a bit. Shall we go home first?"

"Well... alright." The husband, worried about his wife's safety, had no choice but to agree.

Why is this little brat always avoiding me? Arthur pursed his lips.

He entered the private room and curiously looked around at the furnishings.

The coffee arrived shortly afterward.

The black-haired youth sat down, added two sugar cubes to his coffee, then gently stirred it a couple of times with a spoon, savoring the coffee while patiently waiting.

A few minutes later, a girl with long, wavy dark green hair and wearing a light blue dress walked into the restaurant.

Led by the red-vested waiter who had already given instructions, we arrived at the private room.

"Hello, may I ask who you are?" the girl asked hesitantly, looking at the stranger in front of her.

“Hello, Miss Hazel, I’m Lyon, a friend of Leonard,” the dark-haired youth said with a smile.

"Lyon?" Hazel asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Yes, we should have met a couple of days ago." The black-haired youth's words carried a hint of deeper meaning.

Hazel's eyes widened slightly, and a look of surprise appeared on her face.

She scrutinized the black-haired youth carefully, her face still showing deep surprise.

"It's... amazing." Hazel sat down opposite the black-haired youth and exclaimed softly.

She pursed her lips and asked:

"Mr. Sea...Leon, you said you could offer me some help and advice regarding Leonard's situation. What exactly are you referring to?"

“Hehe, Miss Hazel, before answering this question, I would like to ask what your goal is?” Leon asked with a smile.

“I know he has his responsibilities, and I know he can’t abandon them, so I don’t ask for much. I just want to keep up with him and be there for him,” Hazel said, her voice barely audible.

"Tsk, such a nice girl, this is like a science fiction story..." Leon, or rather Arthur, muttered to himself.

He coughed lightly and said:

"The solution to this problem is actually not difficult; it just depends on how determined you are, Miss Hai Rou'er."

“Determination? Mr. Lyon, what do you mean?” Hazel asked, puzzled.

“What I’m referring to is how much difficulty you’re willing to face for this,” Arthur said with a smile.