1095 Acting as Himself (1/2)

”You suspect that Vice Admiral Ailment's fleet is hidden there?” Anderson asked in thought when he heard Danitz's words.

Danitz replied in excitement, ”It's very likely! Didn't the Black Death vanish after steering towards the west and after leaving Theros Island?”

Anderson curled his lips and chuckled.

”If Vice Admiral Ailment's whereabouts were so easily discovered by you, why would she need to hide?

”How can islands that you can find out about be considered hidden enough?”

”Hey! What do you mean by that?” Danitz felt like he had been mocked.

Anderson shrugged.

”I don't mean anything. I'm just using my brain to analyze it.

”That island should exist, but it either belongs to the type that many people here know about, or it's intel that someone deliberately released.

”If it's the former, Vice Admiral Ailment Tracy's fleet definitely wouldn't be hiding there. If it's the latter, that would be interesting. Who would release this intel?”

Danitz was still a little angry at first, but later, he began analyzing Anderson's line of thought.

”A trap set up by some pirates or adventurers? However, an island without any resources isn't enough to lure others into exploring it.

”Vice Admiral Ailment herself? To figure out who's investigating her whereabouts?”

Anderson smiled.

”That's right. After my teachings, you've improved quite a bit. Otherwise, I suspect that even if you drink the Conspirer potion, you wouldn't be able to enhance your brain. You'll only mutate and turn your enemy stupid, bringing him down to a level at which you're familiar with, and then defeat him with experience.

”I didn't say that. It was Emperor Roselle.”

After this period of searching, Anderson had already helped Danitz obtain one of the main ingredients of the Conspirer potion and nearly all the supplementary ingredients. He was just one step away from success.

”I suspect that you have such an ability...” Danitz muttered softly in response.

Anderson ignored him and continued, ”If Vice Admiral Ailment got someone to release the news herself, the secret island must be a trap. Perhaps there's nothing other than a mirror that monitors the ships and humans that approach the island. Or perhaps it might be an important gathering base of the Demoness Sect that Gehrman Sparrow mentioned.”

”Then what should we do next?” Danitz subconsciously asked.

Anderson chuckled when he heard that.

”You can't even figure out such a simple matter?

”Naturally, we'll seek out the person you heard this intel from. After finding the source of his information, we can trace it back, and we'll eventually find something.”

That's right... Danitz wanted to nod in agreement, but the words that reached his mouth turned into a ”heh.”

Nearing dawn, on the second floor of a casino.

Bartz, with his brown hair, yawned and walked into his room.

Before he could use the moonlight outside the window to light the candle, he suddenly saw a bright white flame light up in front of him, momentarily blinding him.

Bartz's heart tightened as he pounced to the side and rolled.

After rolling twice, he suddenly stopped his actions, as though he had been petrified.

This was because there was a bone-chilling coldness and a slight pain around his neck. This made him have no doubt that if he proceeded any further, blood would definitely spray onto the roof.

”What do you want?” At that moment, Bartz's vision had recovered. He saw a blond man with one hand in his pocket and a black short sword in the other. Beside him was a man wearing a black cloak that covered half of his face with a hood.

Danitz didn't answer Bartz's question as he looked at Anderson in surprise.

”Why didn't you disguise yourself?”

”If you disguise yourself, how can you let others know who to hate?” Anderson replied with a nonchalant look.

Danitz exhaled. ”Thankfully, I haven't been infected by this crappy habit of yours.”

”It's fine,” Anderson said with a smile. ”Any random person on the island can know who I've been hanging out with.” ”Dogsh*t!” Danitz cursed.

Bartz, who had Anderson's sword at his neck, didn't dare to move. All he could do was listen quietly. He felt as though he had returned to Trier and was watching a comical scene.

What are the two of them here for...? The intelligence peddler was deeply puzzled.

At that moment, Anderson retracted his gaze and looked down at Bartz.

”Who told you about the secret island to the southwest that deviates from the main sea route?”

Bartz suddenly came to a realization as he looked at Danitz.

”It's you!”

In the past few days, this information had only been sold to one person!

...I was recognized so quickly? Danitz was momentarily at a loss as to how to respond.