Later, Lex obtained a Charm. It was covered in dense symbols and spiritual numbers, as well as a storm emblem. Just by touching the Charm, Lex felt his fingers tingle, as if the Charm itself carried an invisible current.
He carefully hid the Charm and looked earnestly at the parish bishop: "Your Excellency Chogo, after this is done, I want one-third of Blood Admiral's bounty."
Chogo readily agreed: "No problem."
"Then I'll take my leave."
"Very well."
Chogo solemnly clenched his fist and struck his left chest: "May the Lord of Storms be with you!"
After Lex left, the tall old man sent a priest to find a deacon to discuss the matter. A moment later, the deacon named 'Cordoba Roye' met the parish bishop.
After they exchanged greetings, Chogo explained the situation and said: "Later, I will have someone Teleport the news of 'Blazing' in Bayam, and subtly leak the information that we will launch a pursuit."
"This afternoon, please lead two teams of Enforcers to capture 'Blazing' Danitz. You can fight seriously and injure him, but at the critical moment, you must let him escape, so that the subsequent plan can proceed."
Cordoba Roye nodded slightly: "No problem, this is a simple matter. However..."
"However what?"
The deacon frowned: "That Adventurer, Rayleigh, has been quite active recently, and from what Your Excellency Chogo said just now, he is an Adventurer who chases money and fame."
"What I cannot understand is why Your Excellency Miller would bestow the storm emblem upon such a person."
Chogo smiled slightly and drew the symbol of the Lord of Storms on his chest: "That is not our concern, nor is it Miller's concern."
Cordoba Roye was stunned.
After leaving the Sea Wave Cathedral, Lex purchased bottles of perfume from several different stores.
From low-quality to high-end, there were more than a dozen bottles in total.
In addition, he bought some vessels, which seemed to be for some kind of experiment.
When Danitz saw Lex placing the perfumes, flasks, test tubes, and other items one by one on the table, he asked curiously: "What are you doing with all these things?"
"Of course, it's for this afternoon's plan." Lex found a pen and marked numbers on the perfume bottles for easy identification.
"This afternoon?" Danitz walked over, watching Lex arrange these things, "You've already discussed it with the Storm Church."
"Yes."
"This afternoon, they will hunt you all over the city, so you'd better be prepared." Lex unscrewed a bottle of perfume and poured a little of the liquid into a test tube.
"Shit!"
Danitz jumped up: "Aren't we allies? Why should I be hunted by them?"
"Of course, it's to make you appear before the Blood Admiral in a more reasonable way."
Lex poured another bottle of perfume into the test tube, then shook the test tube to mix them, creating a new scent: "Also, I asked them to fight you with real weapons, so you need to be prepared to get injured. But you can rest assured, I told them to let you go at the critical moment, so even if you get injured, it won't be too serious."
Danitz's eyes widened, thinking he had heard wrong: "You even let them fight? So I have to fight a team of Enforcers?"
Lex said indifferently: "Maybe two teams."
"Why don't you go to hell!"
Danitz almost wanted to throw a fireball at this guy.
Lex looked back at him: "You're an adult now, can't you be more mature? If the performance isn't convincing enough, do you think Senor will fall for it? Will he meet you?"
"Do you think the Blood Admiral has lived his life in vain? As a vicious pirate who has killed countless people, he lives amidst deception and betrayal, and has successfully survived until now."
"If you were completely unharmed after being pursued by the Enforcers, do you think he would believe it?"
After speaking, Lex unscrewed another bottle of perfume: "Besides, didn't you say this morning that you were willing to make sacrifices for the Golden Dream, for Ms. Edwina."
"What, is your sacrifice so cheap that you won't even get injured? Can that even be called a sacrifice?"
Danitz stammered for a long time, unable to find a single word to refute.
At this moment, Lex, without turning his head, handed him a test tube: "This is for you."
Danitz took the test tube and frowned: "You're not going to make me drink what's in here, are you?"
Lex finally looked back at him: "I'm very curious, how did you survive until now? Don't you know that's perfume in there? Is perfume meant to be drunk?"
Danitz chuckled: "I'm a pirate, an Adventurer. Only nobles use perfume; for us, the smell of seawater is enough."
"Don't mistake prejudice for truth. Hurry up and spray it on yourself. Its scent is unique; you won't find a second bottle like it in all of Bayam."
Lex pointed at the test tube in Danitz's hand and said: "It will allow me to find you."
Danitz then grumbled and poured a little of the perfume from the test tube, patting it on his wrists and behind his ears.
At the same time.
On Fragrant Tree Avenue, a man hurried along. His face was pale, but not because of his skin color; he had applied a thick layer of white powder to his face. He wore a semi-top hat and a white shirt, but no waistcoat or formal attire, only black trousers. On his feet were not leather shoes, but a type of shoe woven from straw, which looked out of place.
He quickly arrived at House No. 8, a two-story building with a chimney, and knocked violently on the door.
The door opened, revealing a man in formal attire, wearing a bow tie, with dark red hair, but also a clown mask. He looked at the man at the door, whose powder was falling off his face, and said: "Damn it, Laffey. Can't you use less powder?"
"Can you stop wearing that mask, Zot?"
After retorting, the man named 'Laffey' pushed past his companion by the door and exclaimed: "Where's Boss Marco? I have something important to report to him."
"In the living room." Zot, wearing the clown mask, pointed towards the living room.
Laffey rushed into the living room and saw a tall man sitting at a table, eating. The plates on the table were almost piled into a small mountain. Behind those plates sat a black-haired man with rough, dark skin. He had a pair of fierce, triangular eyes and thick lips. Although he was eating, he still held a cigarette in his mouth, occasionally exhaling a puff of grayish-white smoke.