"Okay." Klein stopped talking, took out his wallet, and took out five �1 cash.

He wasn't worried about someone staring at his wallet, which might mean he could save �20 in expenses, and maybe there would be some left over.

Denier had just finished identifying the authenticity of the banknotes, and was about to tell his subordinates to go to work, when he suddenly found that the bar became extremely quiet!

Klein also noticed it, and subconsciously looked towards the door.

There were two people there, one was wearing a tuxedo suit and a black windbreaker, his brown hair was combed back neatly, his eyes were small but bright and energetic, and he had a light beard around his mouth. The other was wearing a robe with a hood, which is quite rare in public nowadays, and his face was shrunk in the shadows, making it difficult to see his appearance clearly.

The sloppy gentleman glanced around, seemingly very satisfied with everyone's reactions, while flipping the silver coins between his fingers, he walked towards Denier, and the man in the hooded robe followed behind him, from time to time He took something out of his mouth, stuffed it into his mouth, and bit it with a crackling sound.

The flipping of the silver coins stopped, and the sloppy gentleman came to Denier, he laughed and said, "Prepare me ten tickets to Pritz Harbor tomorrow, and they must belong to three different ships."

"Yes, Mr. Odell." Denier stood up in panic and responded.

For a moment, Klein didn't remember who this sloppy gentleman was flipping the silver coins between his fingers, because the other party didn't seem to have a bounty. He didn't feel vaguely familiar until he heard the name Odell.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw the hooded man take out a brown candy from his pocket, throw it into his mouth, and bite it until the sound spread.

After receiving an affirmative answer, the two of Odell did not stop, and walked to the stairs in a quiet atmosphere to the second floor of the bar.

Denier exhaled, turned his head to see Klein's puzzled expression, and said casually, "Odell, the adventurer Odell who serves the owner of the 'Dawn'."

...I remembered, "Silver Coin Viper" Odell! He has been claiming that he is working for the "Queen of Mysteries", but no one can confirm it. You can ask Ms. "The Hermit"... The last time I heard about him was in Damir Port. He seems to be with "Admiral of Blood" "The intelligence officer, Old Quinn, was mixed together... However, the latter has been killed by Mr. "The Hanged Man"... Klein remembered a lot of things at once, and asked carefully, "Where is the other one?"

"Who knows?" Denier turned his head and ordered his subordinates to prepare their identity documents and corresponding boat tickets.

Because "Silver Coin Viper" Odell is not a pirate, it is difficult to tell whether the various rumors about him are true or not. Klein withdrew his gaze from the stairs, walked to the bar, found a seat and sat down, tapped on the table and said. : "A glass of Zarha. ?wWw., Xin, Si, Road, Chinese, Chinese, Net,?"

This is a local malt beer, which is much cheaper than the South Wales beer that needs to be shipped from the North Continent.

"3 pence." The bartender also recovered from the quiet state, and picked up an upside-down glass.

Everyone in the bar also started whispering, discussing why "Silver Coin Viper" Odell bought ten tickets under the light of gas wall lamps.

"He must be being tracked, ten tickets for three ships, just so that the trackers can't figure out which one they will get on!" A gang member with a tattoo on his sleeve rolled up his arm according to his experience of absconding twice expressed opinions.

One of the adventurers who was drinking Lilanzi sneered: "You don't know Odell well, if his plan is really that simple, then he wouldn't have the nickname 'Silver Coin Viper'.

"I bet they won't be on any of those ten tickets!

"The only thing that can be confirmed is that they are going to Pritz Harbor."

Another adventurer shook his head and said, "Perhaps the information about going to Pritz Harbor is also false."

The former gang members were stunned for a while, and said unwillingly: "According to your description, Odell probably already thought of what you thought of, so he just wanted to go to Pritz Harbor and board the three ships. One of the boats!"

The two adventurers opened their mouths to refute, but after thinking about it carefully, they felt that there was a real possibility, so they were speechless for a while.

This made the gang member very happy, and drank the remaining spirits in one gulp.

Klein, on the other hand, was holding a glass of Zarha, sipping while listening boredly, waiting for the fake identity certificate and boat ticket he needed to come back.

"It will take another three quarters of an hour. I hope there will be no accidents, and the bar will not be in chaos..." He prayed silently, drawing a crimson moon in his heart.

The light yellow beer was falling at a slow speed. Klein sometimes looked at the wall clock on the wall, and sometimes glanced at the door, hoping that the time would pass faster.

More than half an hour later, the door of the bar was suddenly opened with a bang, and the night wind from outside came in. JrNovels.com