'The Ernst Clan, the Glory Society, the Demon Clown, them…'
As Wei'en read the letter, he began to suspect a connection. The recent events in the Caster City State and the letter's contents seemed unrelated on the surface, but he sensed their root cause might be the same.
'A letter…'
Wei'en suddenly remembered the other letter he'd taken from Collins and his men yesterday. He retrieved it from his Space Ring and glanced over it.
"...Tell Nicole I'll be arriving at the port on the evening of the 19th. Make all the necessary preparations before then. I don't want to show up to a mess."
"I've already found a helper in Caster. He'll come find you... And a word of warning: you'd best not provoke him. If you end up dead, don't blame me."
"And one more thing. You'd better pray this operation gets me what I want. Otherwise, Captain Isabella will be sure to teach you Vasquez People the meaning of despair. —Black Jack, of the Black Pearl."
'Black Jack?'
