Klein found a chair and sat down. He didn't hide it, and said plainly, "To be precise, he is my prisoner of war."

"Prisoner?" Denton looked left and right in a daze, not remembering any conflict between the two uncles.

Tang Na was puzzled at first, then her heart moved, and she asked cheerfully, "Is he, is he a pirate?"

"Hmm." Klein nodded slightly.

"The Red Skull Pirates were also scared away by Uncle Sparrow?" Donna asked excitedly.

Klein glanced at Danis, and replied expressionlessly, "It's sort of."

Donna was extremely satisfied when all her doubts were answered. She glanced at Danitz, and unconsciously lowered her voice: "Uncle Sparrow, does he have a name? No, does he have a reward order?"

No! I can't let people know that I have had such an experience! Danitz opened his mouth and answered first, "My name is Ziggy!"

At this moment, Klein said lightly, "Danitz."

"Danitz..." Donna and Denton looked at each other without asking further questions.

The siblings took their leave not long after staying. They always felt that the pirate's eyes were fierce.

Back in Room 305, seeing her father and Uncle Cleves were still discussing, Donna interrupted pretendingly naively: "Many people were discussing pirates just now, did you mention Danitz, is he very powerful? "

"Danis...'Blame' Danis, he is the subordinate of 'Vice Admiral Iceberg', the fourth bosun of the 'Golden Dream'..." Cleves simply replied.

Having said that, he suddenly fell silent, his eyes retracted, as if he was recalling something.

A subordinate of the pirate general... Donna asked curiously, "How much reward does he have?"

Cleves returned to normal, and said in a low voice: "3000 pounds."

Three, three thousand pounds? Donna's and Denton's mouths opened little by little, almost forgetting to close them.

The captain of the Red Skull only offered a reward of 900 pounds. The guy who looked like a servant just now was worth 3,000 pounds? The siblings look at me and I look at you, speechless.

����

In the evening, the White Agate entered the port again.

"Bansey Port? Ireland is very cautious..." Danitz stood by the window, looking at the already dark port and the tall lighthouse.

Before Klein could respond, he smiled to himself: "There seem to be some bad legends here."

Klein had initially figured out Danitz's character, so he didn't take the initiative to ask about the legends. He still sat on the chair and looked at him calmly.

Danis, who was not interrupted, shook his head: "It is said that more than 300 years ago, when Loen's army occupied this island for the first time, more than 500 soldiers mysteriously disappeared after a heavy fog , Not long after, many bones appeared on the seashore and on the mountain, similar things happened several times, until the Church of Storms built a church here and sent a bishop."

Although historians attribute the official opening of the colonial era to the fact that the Rossel faction fleet found a safe passage to the southern continent, in fact, for a long time before that, all countries in the northern continent explored the surrounding area. In the sea area, some islands have been colonized one after another, but these actions are not large enough to make a big difference.

Bizarrely missing in the fog...Bones appeared on the seaside and on the mountain... Klein inexplicably thought of the "Land Abandoned by God". According to the description of the little "Sun", there is no sun there, only lightning and night, and when humans are captured After being "wrapped" in darkness without a ray of light, you will encounter strange or terrifying events.

Danis looked at the lighthouse that was unusually conspicuous in the setting sun, and continued: "And according to the tombs and murals unearthed on the island, the aborigines here seem to have a tradition of cannibalism.

"This island is located in a region with intense climate change, and it often encounters earthquakes, storms and heavy fog. This time and again, it brings disasters to the indigenous people. In order to survive, they began to worship their own 'weather god'. Four ceremonies were held, oh, the content of the ceremonies was to kill the chosen one, share his blood and meat, and bury his head on the altar.

"However, similar traditions have long been replaced by storm rituals, and the original language of the local aborigines has also disappeared."

The God of Weather... a conquered island that once kept the tradition of living sacrifices... Klein made a preliminary judgment. JrNovels.com