Chapter 171 The Scholar Bishop

Sharf's mansion is not as messy and dirty as most bachelors. All kinds of things are placed neatly, and there is no dust on the window sill. After all, as a "craftsman", he is not short of money. Because many actions need to be kept secret, it is inconvenient to hire a large number of fixed servants, so they have to ask for help by the hour.

With a glance, Alger found that there was no significant difference from the last time he came here, the furnishings were extremely simple, there were no expensive ornaments, oil paintings and sculptures, just like a place where ordinary civilians lived.

Of course, Alger knew very well that Scharf was enough to be called a rich man, but he didn't care about the so-called decency. He could spend a few hundred pounds for a bottle of limited edition famous wine, and he could give away a house for keeping a mistress, but he would not buy expensive A penny is wasted on carpets, bone china tea sets, gold inlaid cups and saucers, and famous oil paintings.

"A glass of Sonia blood wine." Alger's expression did not change, but he used language and body movements to show that he came here just to drink.

Sharf shrugged his shoulders and said:

"You should be thankful that I don't have the habit of saving Lie Langqi."

He walked to the small bar in the living room, took out a beautiful bottle of Sonia blood wine, and opened two glasses.

Alger, who found a sofa to sit down, took this opportunity and raised his hands to pinch the back of his neck, as if to relieve the discomfort of his cervical spine.

With the cover of this movement, he naturally glanced left and right, and quickly inspected the places he couldn't see just now.

Because Shalf was too lazy to arrange and didn't get any decorations, Alger quickly completed the attempt, and his gaze stayed on the glass window of the distant cabinet for a second.

Through the glass, he saw some dried grass and flowers.

There are red-edged flowers, blood moon grass, and monkey-faced leaves. The common point is that they all belong to the type that is common in the southern continent but basically not in the northern continent.

Alger withdrew his gaze, and calmly watched Shalf come over with a wine bottle and glass in his hand.

Reaching out to catch it, he chatted with the other party about various things at sea, until the small half bottle of Sonia blood wine was completely drunk.

Seeing this, Alger said goodbye with a smile, and left here.

Five minutes after he left, Sharf, who was sitting quietly and feeling slightly drunk, suddenly stood up, came to the stairs, and opened the wooden door leading to the basement.

"Did he suspect anything?"

"No."

"No matter what, this place is no longer suitable for you to live in. Move to our place as soon as possible."

"I still have some commissions to complete."

"It doesn't need to be completed, anyway, you won't contact them anymore, you have already gained a new life."

"OK."

...

Two houses away, Argel sat on a bench in a certain family's garden, pinching his earlobe with his right hand, listening to the words in the wind.

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West Balam, Behrens Port, outside an ordinary looking house.

"Is it really because you have a bad relationship with the Church of Knowledge that you encouraged me to ask for the 'Language Proficiency' spell?" Danitz wiped the sweat from his brow, and looked at Anderson on the opposite side with concern.

Anderson half laughed at himself and half didn't care too much and said with a smile:

"Can't describe it as bad..."

"That's hostility?" Danitz blurted out and interrupted the other party's words.

Anderson glanced at him and said:

"The negative effects of your gloves may not be as easy to bear as you think."

He paused, hehe added:

"A more accurate description is that neither I nor the people in the Church of Knowledge are very happy to get along with each other."

Danis held the glove with the other hand, and said a little embarrassedly:

"But how should I ask for a spell?

"Go directly to the clergy of the Orthodox Church to mention mystical matters, and you will be locked up in a sealed place!"

Danis is just reckless now, not stupid yet.

Anderson spread his hands and said:

"It's very simple, you just mentioned my name, and then said that you have something urgent to come to West Balam, you don't have time to learn Dutan, and you don't dare to hire a local translator, you can only ask them for help,

I hope to get a few 'Language Proficiency' spells.

"During this process, you have to show that you can speak multiple languages ​​in the Northern Continent, and let those missionaries know that you are not incapable of learning Dutan, but that you are too late. Then, they will give you a test. At this time, as long as you If you can get a decent score, you can get the charm."

Kao... Hearing this familiar word, Danis unconsciously twitched his forehead, forced a smile and said:

"You are afraid of the exam, so you dare not go by yourself?"

He was just looking for something to say casually to cover up his discomfort, but he saw Anderson's expression froze for a second.

It seems that you are still afraid of things... Danis secretly heyed, and suddenly he was full of confidence.

He strode into the ordinary house, and found that it was more like a collection of classrooms, rather than the missionary place of the Church of Knowledge in West Balam.

Then, he saw an old man with gray hair.

Although this gentleman did not wear the clergyman's clothing of the Church of Knowledge, his unique scholarly demeanor convinced Danitz that he was at least a bishop.

He had experienced a similar feeling with the captain.

"Hello." Without the shadow cloak, Danitz, who was dressed as an ordinary person, smiled and walked over.

The old man watched him approach quietly, and said slowly:

"Danitz."

"..." Danitz stopped and froze there, his mind was full of "He knows me?" "How could he know me?" "Don't tell me my arrest warrant is not only circulated at sea?"

The old man glanced at him and asked himself:

"Are you here to ask for the 'Language' spell?"

"Yes..." Danis nodded in a daze, and suddenly felt that he had no secrets in front of the other party.

The scholar-like old gentleman nodded lightly and said:

"Are you planning to go where Katami and Maysailles rule?"

"Yes." Danis was still a little dazed.

The scholar-like old gentleman took out four pieces of brass charms from his pocket and said:

"It can be used for two months, it should be enough."

"..." Danis took it in a daze, and said after a few seconds, "That's it?"

It's that simple?

Don't you still have an exam?

"You don't want it?" the scholar-like old gentleman smiled slightly.

"No, it's not!" Danis shook his head violently, and asked before his brain could react, "How did you know me? How did you know that I wanted the 'Language' spell?"

The scholar-like old man had a little more pity in his eyes, and said slowly:

"Your captain contacted me.

"When you got off the boat, you kept yelling and rushed into the pier. In fact, she has already prepared the spell of 'knowing the language' for you."

As he spoke, the old gentleman shook his head, his eyes were a bit complicated, as if he was looking at a very careless student in his class.

"...I should have thought of it a long time ago. It's impossible for someone as careful as the captain not to consider the language barrier..." Danitz wished he could raise his hand and slap himself.

Seeing the change in Danitz's expression, the old man on the opposite side shook his head again, and asked instead:

"Isn't it you who came here to seek help yourself? I'm planning to use divination to find you."

"Ah, yes, it was suggested by Anderson Hood." Danitz replied immediately.

The scholar-like old man was stunned for a second, then his face suddenly sank.

At this moment, Anderson was sitting in the shade outside the house, broke off a branch, and randomly drew patterns on the exposed lawn, waiting leisurely for Danis to come out.

He has no doubts about whether this unqualified "Hunter" can obtain the "Language Proficiency" charm, because as long as Danitz mentions "Vice General Iceberg" Edwina, everything that follows will become easier, The only difference lies in how many rounds of exams are required.

Just when he finished painting the head of "King of the North" Urisian, familiar footsteps came from inside to outside, from far to near.

Anderson froze for a second with the palm holding the branch, raised his head, turned to the door, and saw Danitz walking towards this side with a complicated expression holding a stack of thick papers.

"You, failed the exam?" Anderson smiled from the bottom of his heart, not at all worried about what would happen if he couldn't get the "Language Proficiency" charm.

Danis shook his head numbly:

"There are no exams."

"..." Anderson was taken aback for a moment, and then asked in a daze, "Did your captain provide help?"

Danitz let out a "hmm", handed the stack of papers in his hand to Anderson, and said:

"The bishop inside asked me to tell you that a real hunter will not only rely on instinct, not only focus on the information of the prey, but also know how to grasp their psychology and know a lot of additional knowledge.

"This is the information he gave you."

Anderson's expression was a bit complicated for a short while, but he returned to normal immediately, hehe smiled and said:

"Fortunately, not too much."

Danis moved his lips a few times, and finally held back the sudden smile, and said very seriously:

"It's just the catalog.

"The bishop said, try to finish reading the book with the above-mentioned name within two years."

Anderson's smile finally froze on his face.

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Disey Bay, Port Escorson.

Like a normal passenger going to the southern continent, Klein bought a ticket to East Balam, and boarded the steamer mixed with sails and packed with cannons.

With a whining sound, the ship sailed away from the pier and soon entered the violent sea.

On the way, Klein noticed that the Loen Kingdom's Dissi fleet had been cruising in a safe channel, as if it was on guard for something.

"The abnormal changes in the Sea of ​​Storms seem to have attracted the attention of the Loen military... In this way, the Spiritual Religion Group should not be able to investigate this sea area without any scruples. Of course, a fleet cannot monitor here. All the waterways..." Klein stood in the cabin, looking at the scene outside the window, thinking with some emotion.

At this moment, he heard phantom pleadings, and hurriedly went above the gray mist to see what happened.

This time, it was the "Hanged Man" who was praying, and he asked Mister Fool to tell "The Hermit" that the "craftsman" was suspected to be controlled by a cult or a secret organization, hoping to get some help.