"Shit! I met such a coachman who didn't understand Intis! Shouldn't he know a few words from the Northern Continent when he was carrying passengers near the pier? Sak people!" Danis muttered, looking ahead, looking for passers-by who looked like they were from the Northern Continent or had the corresponding bloodline, so that they could check into the hotel and fill their stomachs.

As far as he knew, there were quite a lot of Intis immigrants in Port Behrens, and there were also some Loen, Feysac, and Fenepot people. As long as they could meet one or two, communication would not be a problem.

However, Danitz feels that there is a prerequisite for all this, that is, he did not faint from heatstroke during the search.

"This shitty weather!" He looked up at the blue sky, the white clouds and the not-so-hot sun, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and cursed with a slightly distorted expression.

Cursing, scolding, Danitz is actually very clear that the temperature in the Southern Continent this season is moderate, even a little low. The reason why he is so hot is because he wears the "sun brooch". He didn't know the status clearly, so he didn't dare to take off the brooch and put it in the suitcase - if he accidentally lost this item, he could completely imagine Gehrman Sparrow's cold and crazy behavior. eyes.

Come a few people from the Northern Continent, from any country is fine, I am a great pirate who has mastered multiple languages... Danitz kept muttering, all he could think of was iced beer and A sea of ??icebergs.

While thinking, he suddenly raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.

He finally saw a guy who was obviously of Northern Continent race!

Moreover, it seems that they may still be acquaintances!

Diagonally in front of Danitz, at the street entrance illuminated by the warm sun, a young man with short blond hair combed into a 70s was leaning against the wall, playing a silver-white harmonica.

He has green eyes, is wearing a white shirt with the top two buttons unbuttoned, a black vest that is completely open, dark trousers, and a single black glove. He is the strongest hunter in the Misty Sea, Anderson Hu. Germany!

Such a coincidence? This guy actually came to West Balam... Danitz was overjoyed, he felt that he had finally caught a piece of driftwood in the vast sea of ??people, and he didn't care about recalling Anderson's performance on the "Golden Dream", so he went straight to He moved closer and greeted with the hunter's standard tone: "What's the matter? I can't continue to be a treasure hunter, so I started performing on the street?"

He noticed that there was a top hat upside down in front of Anderson, which contained twenty or thirty brass coins, a small amount of "Kopey" belonging to Intis, and most of them were "Delixi" from the local area.

��"Delixi" means copper plate in Intis language.

Anderson stopped playing, and glanced at Danitz: "This is not my hat.

"I just passed by here, and saw such a hat fell on the ground, and no one noticed it. I felt a little emotional, so I took out the harmonica and played it casually. Who knows, many people listened and lost some money in it.

"A rude pirate like you probably can't understand the charm of music. It has no borders. Let me tell you, your captain likes it very much..."

"Stop!" With a twitch on the forehead, Danis stopped Anderson's words from not knowing which direction he was going, and asked instead, "Why did you come here?"

Anderson held the harmonica and thought about it seriously: "That's a good question.

"I don't know how I came to West Balam. I can't remember what happened in the past two months."

Danitz wanted to say stop joking, but Anderson's serious expression made him believe it involuntarily.

Thinking about it, he asked, "Can't remember anything?"

Anderson put away the silver harmonica, bent down and picked up the top hat with a lot of coins, flicked the dust and said: "My last memory stays in Bayam, after parting from Gehrman Sparrow, it seems I was going to meet someone at the predetermined place, but when I woke up, I was in West Balam...

"Haha, don't worry about these things, as long as you are still alive, ah, it's almost noon, let's go, find a place to eat, I heard that Behrens' pork knuckle is very famous."

While speaking, Anderson put the top hat and the coins inside next to the homeless man next door.

Danitz was hot, hungry and tired, so he cheered up and said, "Do you understand the Dutan language here?"

Anderson snorted suddenly: "Haven't you heard of my many adventures as a treasure hunter in West Balam?"

That's right, I wanted to ask you for information on West Balam before... The situation here is chaotic and dangerous. If I can get Anderson, it will definitely be much safer, and there will be an extra translator! I can't talk about hiring, I can't afford to pay him... Danis smiled a little bit: "Then I can rest assured, let's go."

Carrying his luggage, he and Anderson went around to the side street, and found a nearby restaurant to enter.

Hearing the waiter's chattering native language, and seeing the menu full of unknown characters, Danitz had a headache, and hurriedly said to Anderson, "Come and see." JrNovels.com