1040 The Tranquil Surface of the Sea (2/2)

Portland Moment chortled heartily.

”No problem. I'll arrange the information when I get back.”

In the Fog Sea, on the Golden Dream.

Gehrman Sparrow is actually concerned about Anderson's situation... Also, what's the meaning of searching for items related to Vice Admiral Ailment? Many pirates are wildly going after something similar, but they hav^ succeeded... Danitz, who had received Gehrman Sparrow's message, was completely puzzled.

But regardless of his puzzlement, he thanked Mr. Fool seriously and carefully.

Following that, he put down his fishing rod and turned to enter the cabin, heading straight for the room where Anderson was residing.

He knocked on the door and opened it in one fell swoop. With his arms crossed, Danitz stood at the door and said to Anderson, who was composing a portrait, ”How is it? How's the digestion of that thing in your stomach?”

Anderson put down his brush, glanced at Danitz, and replied heavily, ”It already knows how to call me Daddy.”

Danitz subconsciously took two steps back.

Anderson immediately returned to his relaxed state as he said with a smile, ”Just joking. It's not bad. Your captain has ideas and the drive. The only problem is that we've met with failure too many times.

”Uh, the object in my stomach has been isolated. It won't affect me for a long time.”

As he spoke, he rubbed his belly.

Danitz pricked up his brows and curiously asked, ”There was originally some sort of effect?”

Anderson sized up Danitz a few times.

”You should've heard that some Beyonder characteristics or potions will seep into items that are in prolonged contact with them and transform them into Sealed Artifacts that are difficult to use. However, a human's body is just a relatively special item.

”At times, I really do suspect that you obtained Beyonder powers through contact with potions and not through consumption. That's why your brain has rotted.”

In the past, Danitz would definitely be furious, but now, all he did was chuckle.

”In other words, if you don't isolate it, the thing in your stomach will gradually fuse and reconstruct your body, including your brain?”

Anderson was amused when he heard that.

Very good. Continue, don't stop. I think you can attempt to advance to Sequence 6. Yes, you're usually very skilled at setting up fires.”

Danitz replied disdainfully, ”I'm only lacking in the ingredients.”

Thinking of Gehrman Sparrow's instructions, he pressed unwillingly, ”How is the matter supposed to be dealt with after its isolation?”

Anderson stroked the first button of his shirt as he chuckled.

Two possibilities. One, is to seek the help of a demigod, such as an Unshadowed, allowing the object to seep out bit by bit. In this aspect, your captain knows someone who can do it. The only problem is that my Beyonder characteristic might be purged while purging that object. It will drop my Sequence and even turn me into an ordinary person.

”The second line of thought is to think of a way to obtain the Iron-blooded Knight potion formula. Prepare the corresponding ritual and supplementary ingredients and see if there's a way to accommodate that object and use it to become a demigod.”

”That sounds very dangerous.” Danitz gave an objective assessment of the second line of thought.

Anderson's smile became more obvious.

”Indeed, this is very dangerous. I don't even know if it will work.

”But don't you think it's interesting to have such a challenging task? At least, this is more consistent with my aesthetic judgment than the first method.”

Danitz shook his head seriously and said, ”No.”

Following that, he asked in a provocative and probing manner, ”Don't you have a large inheritance—no, wealth? I can bring back your ashes.”

Anderson wasn't annoyed at all as he solemnly nodded.

”When the time comes, you can consider eating my ashes directly.”

...Why isn't it possible to provoke this guy at all... The corners of Danitz's mouth twitched as he decided to give up. He wanted to seek the captain and ask how he could obtain items related to Vice Admiral Ailment.

Late at night, at 160 Boklund Street, just as Klein was about to sleep, he saw Miss Messenger walk out while holding four blonde, red-eyed heads in hand. One of them bit on a thin envelope with a letter stuffed in it.

”Who's it from?” Klein asked out of habit as he extended his hand to receive it.

Reinette Tinekerr's four heads spoke one after another:

”Sharron...” ”Who...” ”Doesn't Like...” ”Nicknames...”