Klein first took two steps closer to look at the person lying on the ground, and without careful investigation, he came to the conclusion that this person was dead before he was thrown down.

Anderson looked at the ground, then looked up at the broken window, and suddenly a bright smile appeared.

"Oh, look at my ordinary handsome face!"

"Without eighteen hundred pounds, I can't be cured."

"You don't go yet, wait for me here for a while, I'll go up and have a drink and then come down."

After that, Anderson ran up enthusiastically with a **** face.

Klein wanted to leave just like that, but he looked at the mess and thought of the Sequence Five falling on the ground. He began to worry that the building Anderson had just entered would suddenly collapse, catch fire, or explode.

He looked left and right, moved to the side of the road far away from the building, and finally stopped under a tree. He approached the tree trunk and monitored the "dangerous building" nearby.

At this time, a wild dog passed by, it lifted its hind legs at will, and began to liberate its nature towards the roots of the tree.

Klein showed an indescribable expression, moved to the side, and gave Anderson a "bah" in his heart.

It didn't take long for Anderson to walk down with a contented face, the blood on his face and neck had been cleaned, and only traces of the small holes were left.

Holding a stack of banknotes in his right hand, he was slapping the palm of his left hand, making a pleasant "pop" sound.

Seeing Klein under the tree, his hand holding the banknotes shook happily.

"I'll treat you to dinner! Normal fish, beer without sedatives!"

The two walked towards the hotel, and Anderson was still reminiscing about the harvest just now, chattering all the way.

"They all expressed their sadness when they saw that I was injured. They felt very sorry for me, and they were willing to pay with their wallets to make up for the physical and mental harm they accidentally caused me."

According to the routine, if you beat the young, you will provoke the old, and you will beat the dog’s leg. After a while, their owners may come to collect the debt. Maybe they are some pirate general or even the fourth king. No, the eyes and ears of the three kings, you will cry at that time. .

Klein slandered inwardly and remained silent on the surface. The two chose a hotel that was said to be famous for grilling fish far and near to settle down.

The special grilled fish that was still sizzling was brought up. The belly of the fish was cut open and stuffed with various accessories. The grease on top was golden, and the whole fish glowed under the bright lights of the restaurant.

Anderson took a sip of beer, savoring the dense wheat aroma between his mouth and the delicate and spicy taste of fish, sighing and saying:

"Away from Frank is the real life!"

He controlled the two long and thin cutlery in his hand, took a piece of meat near the tail of the fish, put it in his mouth, and said while chewing:

"This part of the meat is the most burnt and tastes the best."

Suddenly, he paused for a moment, his expression changed for a moment, then he put down the taiko, touched his throat with his hand, swallowed a few times, and found it to be useless, turned his head over and coughed a few times, finally. , his expression was slightly dejected, and he said:

"The fishbone got stuck, but it's not a big problem. If I take a few more bites, I should be able to press it down."

He picked up the glass and poured most of the beer left in the glass into his throat, making a grunting sound. He picked up the leftover bread and ate quickly.

Klein looked at him suspiciously for several times, and then he took care when eating grilled fish, and removed the fish bones more seriously.

After a good meal, the two of them went back to their rooms. Klein planned to write a letter to Mr. Ards first to tell him about the trip, focusing on the ring of Admiral Hell. By the way, he would ask about the sequence. Four potion recipes.

Anderson returned to the room and sat down on the easy chair. He was very relaxed. He was going to rest early after washing up. He was temporarily rich and had nothing urgent to do.

After leaving the terrifying sea and the equally terrifying Frank, he finally regained his sense of being a human being.

He lay quietly for a while, and still felt that his throat was still uncomfortable, and it was getting more and more itchy and painful, and he began to think about where to find a surgeon to help him take out this **** fishbone.

He stood up abruptly, feeling dizzy and swollen, and his neck was swollen and painful. Suddenly, he coughed violently, and at the same time, he spat out a large mouthful of blood. A large amount of blood was poured out, and he reached out and covered his throat.

The scene in front of him began to look like a lake, and there was a faint fire in his eyes. Something came alive under his skin and was wriggling around in his body.

"thump!"

Anderson fell to the ground. Not only was his mouth bleeding profusely, but blood began to ooze from his seven orifices.

The room was quiet for more than ten seconds, and Anderson sat up abruptly.

He took out a simple doll made of straw from his clothes and muttered:

"Bastard! I almost died because the fishbone stuck in my throat. Without this thing, I would be more famous in the sea of ​​mists, the funniest hunter in history!"

"I'm so unlucky? It's just an ordinary fishbone, how can it pierce the esophagus and pierce the artery?"

Anderson looked at the doll in his hand. It was melting into a pitch-black liquid, making a slight "tick, tick" sound. The asphalt-like viscous liquid fell into a pool of blood, splashing emotions in Anderson's heart.

The bad luck didn't seem to weaken as I left that sea area, but it became more ferocious... No way! You can't sit still, you must save yourself!

What should I do, and who should I ask for help? Those who can be regarded as friends are all mad at me. Those who are powerful, they want to do it when they see me... Or, ask the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom?

Gehrman!

Yes, his ability is powerful, his background is mysterious, and he is so crazy that he wants to kill the Pirate King alone. Judging from his performance on the Future, the extraordinary item he carries is at least a first-level sealed item or even a zero-level, he should Much respected by the organization behind him.

Although he is crazy, he seems to be a good person, and he should probably be able to help.

When the knock on the door rang, Klein was sitting at the desk writing a letter.

He was writing: "Admiral Ludwell of Hell, seeing that the Future was in danger, launched an attack for no reason~lightnovelpub.net~ Klein got up to open the door, and Anderson's big face suddenly went in. Klein's line of sight.

He smiled and greeted, "Are you surprised?"

Klein had a toothache when he saw him, so he slammed the door back with a "bang".

He sat on the chair again and continued to write: "Fortunately, the wishing lamp suddenly launched an attack of its own accord, trapping Ludwell, and when we solved the monster on the ship, we will meet Anderson Hood and Admiral Cattlely. Ya dealt with Ludwell together, but unfortunately, he activated the ring that was said to be left by the **** of death, and escaped on the Black Tulip."

"Dongdongdong!"

Klein put down the pen with a snap, picked up the revolver and walked towards the door.

Danitz knocked on the door when I was writing, and you knocked on the door when I was writing. Are all hunters a virtue? If you interrupt my train of thought again, I will interrupt your legs.

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