Klein had already gotten a初步 sense of Daniz's personality and didn't proactively ask about any legends, simply sitting in his chair, calmly gazing at him. Undisturbed, Daniz shook his head slightly: "It's said that over three centuries ago, when the Ruin forces first captured the island, more than five hundred soldiers vanished mysteriously after a great fog. Soon after, numerous white bones were found along the coast and in the mountains. This phenomenon occurred several times until the Storm Church built a chapel here and sent a bishop." While historians credit the formal beginning of colonization to the Rosel fleet discovering a safe route to the southern continent, in reality, for a long time prior to that, the nations of the northern continent had been exploring the surrounding seas and gradually settling various islands—though these efforts were still small-scale and lacked the full momentum. Vanished mysteriously in the thick fog... bones were found along the coast and on the mountains... Caine unexpectedly recalled the concept of "the Land Abandoned by the Gods." According to the description of the small "Sun," there was no sun there—only lightning and night. When humanity was enveloped by complete darkness devoid of any light, they would face either strange or terrifying events. "Yet, such traditions have long since been replaced by the Festival of the Storms, and the native language of the island has already disappeared." The God of Weather... a once-conquered island that preserved the tradition of living sacrifices... that was Clain's initial assessment. Danyz shifted his gaze and casually added, "Thanks to these legends, the port of Banxi has two distinctive customs. One is, during foggy nights or when the weather changes dramatically, to keep the doors closed, refrain from going out, and not respond to any knocking. The other is that they particularly enjoy the blood of various animals, and through their interactions with the migrating elves, they learned to add salt to it, causing the blood to coagulate into unusual, solid forms—then seasoned with several native spicy condiments, resulting in a tender and fragrant dish." Isn't that exactly what xuewang is? Clain paused, then furrowed his brow in query: "Elves?" "According to his rigid impression from a previous life, elves should be graceful vegetarians—how could they possibly study the proper ways to prepare blood and the hundred different preparations of blood-rich dishes?" "Yes, it's said many elves particularly enjoy solid blood," Daniz replied, spreading his hands. "Unfortunately, it's now quite difficult to encounter an elf who's truly skilled in cooking." ... Small "Sun" had mentioned that the Elven King Sunyasollem, an ancient deity, wielded dominion over storms—so the elven race should be akin to the "Sailors" path of extraordinary beings... Ah, now it makes sense that elves enjoy blood-based dishes—perhaps they also commonly possess a fiery temperament. The scene is quite beautiful... Klein's thoughts raced, gradually shifting his focus to "blood-rich noodles." It's been a long time since he'd had such a dish—he now found himself eager to disembark and sample some local cuisine. At that moment, Daniz proposed, "There's a well-known restaurant here, Le Zeste de Citron, particularly famous for its blood pudding—shall we give it a try?" He always felt uneasy being alone with Gerem Sparo in the same room, fearing that the humanoid monster might suddenly go mad. He believed he would be more composed in a crowded setting... May the storm be on our side! Daniz prayed quietly, not very confident. As a pirate, he revered the storm god, though he held the church in less esteem. Hearing the suggestion of "Flame," Klein was instantly stirred. Yet, the legends and customs described often left him with a sense of discomfort. So, he pulled out a gold coin and performed a divination ritual in front of Daniz. The result reassured him: there were no hidden dangers at Banzheng Port. Still... Klein gazed at the coin in his hand, his eyes not moving for several seconds, and remained uncertain. Danzig suddenly realized that the creature before him was skilled in divination. This... even if he managed to slip away, he would still be easily discovered... "Flame" felt a deep sense of discouragement, a quiet sadness welling up within him. Just as he had settled into his composure, Caine suddenly stood up and walked toward the bathroom. As he reached the door, Caine turned back with a neutral expression and said, "You can use this opportunity to escape." Then, with a firm thud, he closed the bathroom door. Danzig opened and then clenched his hands, stepping two paces toward the main door before stopping. The unknown was most terrifying—without fully understanding what extraordinary abilities Gelman Sparrow still possessed, he dared not risk escalating the conflict. At least, at least he had been kind, had not seriously harmed him... He would surely let him go by the time they reached Bayam. This hope now filled Danzig's heart. He sat at the head of the bronze long table, removed the pendulum from his left wrist, and inscribed the corresponding divinatory phrases: "There is a hidden danger at Banxi Port." Lowering the pendulum and settling into position, he softly recited the phrases several times before opening his eyes. There, the yellow crystal pendant was rotating clockwise—swiftly and vigorously! This meant that, for Kline, Banxi Port harbored a significant danger. How could this be? The port had been colonized by the Kingdom for over three centuries and had served as a vital trading hub for more than a century—never before had any reports of danger surfaced. Could it be that a coalition of powerful pirates had formed to seize the port? No—the coastal artillery batteries were no mere decorations. Kline frowned, puzzled, and then divined once again whether he himself would face any misfortune related to pirates. The answer was negative. Hmm. He paused for several seconds, then enveloped himself in spiritual energy and sank into the gray mist. Back in the real world, Crane pressed the mechanical button on the toilet, folded up the stand-in mannequin, and walked over to the nearby sink, running water over his hands. In this brief interval, he quickly clarified his thoughts—deciding to avoid confrontation whenever possible, to sidestep whenever feasible, and to prioritize stability. Wiping his hands with a paper towel, Crane opened the door and stepped out, noticing that Daniz remained still at the center of the living room. A cautious, almost timid pirate… in a sense, the officers of the "Iceberg Admiral" were all adventurers who happened to be pirates by profession… Crane gazed at him calmly and said, "Head to the first-class dining room." "…Yes," Daniz didn't understand why Germaine Sparrow had suddenly changed his mind, but ultimately chose not to argue. Following the stairway down to the ship's deck, Krivis suddenly said to the others, "You go ahead to the Lemon Tree Restaurant. I have some matters to discuss with Captain Elran—I'll catch up shortly." "Alright." Urdi Blanch was somewhat surprised, but didn't find it particularly puzzling. Krivis reboarded the ship and, en route, encountered Ailran, who carried a straight sword at his side. "I'm going to visit Germán Sparo," Krivis said, and then turned immediately toward the first-class section. Ailran stood momentarily bewildered, unsure of the purpose of Krivis's sudden visit. Visiting Germán Sparo didn't require prior notification from me... Ailran paused for a moment, and gradually grasped Krivis's true intention. He was signaling that if something went wrong with him, it was certainly due to his visit to Germán Sparo. But if everything went smoothly, then his suspicions were unfounded, and there would be no need to disturb Germán Sparo further. Ailran stopped and said to the chief mate beside him, "Wait for ten minutes." Daniuz hurried over upon receiving the glance and opened the door. Outside stood Krivis, who studied Daniuz once again, now freshly made up and dressed, before turning to Caine and saying, "Daniuz of the 'Flame'?" During lunch, he had sensed that Gelman Sparrow's friend seemed odd and familiar, though he hadn't connected the impression to any portrait on a wanted poster—until Halla specifically mentioned Daniuz, when suddenly it clicked, and he realized the resemblance was striking. Indeed... just as Caine was about to nod in response, Daniuz had already smiled and said, "Friend, you've mistaken me for someone else. Though I resemble that well-known pirate valued at three thousand pounds, I am not he—this misunderstanding has plagued me for a long time and has caused me considerable trouble." Caine raised his hand to his mouth, nearly breaking his composure with laughter, his persona momentarily faltering. He composed himself and replied calmly, "Yes." Oh... my reputation... Daniuz lifted his neck and looked up at the ceiling. "What are you going to do?" Krievs inhaled silently and asked directly. "There are hidden dangers at Bensley Harbor." ………… At the Qing Lemon restaurant, just as Donna had laid out her napkin, she spotted Uncle Clivis arriving at the bottom of the stairs through the window. Suddenly, the weather at the harbor changed—strong winds blew, shaking the trees. Indeed, a fitting name for the "Weather Museum," Bensley Harbor—Donna watched the scene with keen interest. She saw a man in a black cloak carrying a lantern struggling forward in the wind. Noticing that he was being watched, the man turned slightly, raised his head, and looked up toward the second floor of the restaurant. Donna then clearly made out his appearance: the man's head was bare within the black cloak, his neck exposed, gushing with fresh red blood. The man bent down again, pulled his cloak tighter, and continued on his way.