734 Old Friends (2/2)

With his main goal accomplished, Klein stood up and reached out his hand.

”Thank you for your help, Isengard.

”I need to leave. We can talk in the future.”

Isengard didn't hold him back as he sent him straight out the door.

Klein circled to a nearby street and took a carriage to the Bravehearts Bar as he admired Bravehearts Bar's night view in the drizzle.

He planned on reestablishing all the news and resource channels which Sherlock Moriarty used to have!

After entering the noisy bar, he didn't head for the bar counter to order some beer and make inquiries. Instead, he circled around the boxing ring in preparation to leave, so that he could wait for Miss Sharron to appear on the carriage outside.

At this moment, the door to a billiard room creaked open. Ian, with an old coat, walked out with newspapers in hand.

His red eyes did a cursory sweep when he suddenly noticed a familiar figure. He gaped his mouth, but he didn't say his name. He greeted in pleasant surprise, ”Good evening, sir. Is there anything I can help you with?”

”Not for now. I'm only here to visit an old friend.” Klein smiled warmly.

As he spoke, he noticed that the papers in Ian's hand was News at Sea. On it was a striking headline: ”Shocking! Crazy adventurer made a fugitive!”

Crazy adventurer… Klein intuitively believed that it had nothing to do with him.

Ian noticed his gaze and raised the newspapers with a smile.

”This is one of the rare up-to-date reports from News at Sea because the bounties have already appeared in various places.

”The crazy adventurer, Gehrman Sparrow, plotted to bring harm on the City of Generosity, and he has been proven to be a member of a cult. In this incident, thanks to the Church of Storms and the military, no one from Bayam was injured. But Admiral of Blood Senor, who was involved in the matter, vanished as a result. It's suspected that he has been killed by Gehrman Sparrow.

”Guess how much of a bounty they are offering for Gehrman Sparrow.

”50,000 pounds!

”It has exceeded Admiral of Blood's, and it's almost reached that of Admiral Hell's!”

50,000 pounds… Klein's heart stirred.

He calmed the palpitations in his heart as he replied with a smile, ”Unfortunately, few people can claim such a bounty.”

He pointed at the bar's entrance and said, ”I'll come to look for you again when I have the time.”

”Alright.” Ian didn't ask further as he mentioned in passing, ”Is Mr. White from the Harvest Church your friend?”

That fellow, Emlyn, is finally willing to get out of the house? For those Primordial Moon believers? Klein nodded.

”That's right.”

After saying that, he squeezed through the crowd and pushed open the door to leave the Bravehearts Bar.

After getting onto a rental carriage, Klein cast his gaze outside, awaiting Miss Sharron's appearance.

Of course, he wasn't certain that she was here. Months had passed, so it was very possible that this lady and Maric had switched their area of activity.

Silently, Klein's spiritual perception was triggered as he turned to look at the window. On the glass which could reflect the night view, a young lady in a black bonnet and gothic-styled black dress clearly appeared.

Turning his head, Klein saw Miss Sharron sitting opposite him. Her pale blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale expression didn't seem any different from before.

”Good evening.” Klein, who no longer needed to act as Gehrman Sparrow, greeted first.

Sharron got up a little and curtsied.

Realizing that she might've read News at Sea, he was momentarily unable to find a topic for small talk. He cleared his throat and directly said, ”I killed Senor.”

”Okay.” Sharron nodded slightly, indicating that she was aware.

Klein smiled as he continued, ”If Maric still needs the Beyonder characteristic of a Wraith, he can wait and prepare the money needed. Once I find a replacement, I'll sell Senor to him.”

Sharron didn't ask what ”replacement” meant as she replied, ”After seeing that piece of news, he has been awaiting your return.”

”Very good.” Klein chuckled. He reached out for his collar, pulled out a silver necklace and said, ”Senor's lucky item. You should know about it, right?”

Sharron tersely answered as she waited for Klein to continue.

”I plan to sell either this or the Biological Poison Bottle. Would you, or people from your circle, be interested?” Klein took the initiative to ask.