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The meat quality of the barbed fish is definitely not comparable to that of the fisherman, but the various spices are not chaotic, and the characteristics of distinct layers still make Klein quite admired. I only want to eat if I eat it, and I can’t stop it.

"In fact, there are really extraordinary people in the local area who want to withdraw from the dangerous circle. If they live the life of ordinary people, they can go to Bakerland to open a Rothde-style restaurant. The main grilled fish is similar to the tolerance of the metropolis. The business will never be bad. The only problem is that the price of many spices is definitely not as cheap as this one, the cost will be high, and the target group has to be positioned well...” Klein put down the pair of rather rough chopsticks and wiped his mouth with a napkin. With.

In his view, many times the civilians can't find a way to get rich because the eyesight is not enough, but the things in the eye are confined to their own education and daily experience, and they are bound by their stratum, it is really difficult to jump out. In order to break this limitation, it is the most effective way to strive for a better and higher level of education. Secondly, it is to take risks and go everywhere. Of course, this risk is great, and many people die silently. This road.

This meal, Klein used 2 Sule 5 pence, the price is not cheap, but in the food, he has always been willing to spend money, and the recent major expenses have been contracted by Daniz.

Pulling the collar and putting on the hat, he took the black cane and walked out of the old John's restaurant, just to see a policeman driving the wanderer on the street.

The indigenous people of the Rothde Islands, the skin color is deeper than that of the southern continent, close to the bronze that often basks in the sun, their hair is mainly dark black, all natural micro-volume, and the colonizer of the kingdom of Luen has a big difference. .

It was less than 50 years after the colony was completely colonized. Initially, Lun worked with the Aboriginal prince in the name of the Sinoni company to extract economic benefits, but then the management of the Central Sunia Company quickly became corrupt, fighting for power, even for individuals. The most ridiculous thing is to provoke the enemy and start the war. They also report to each other that the competitors accept bribes. For this reason, they each look for the members behind them to attack each other in the House meeting and almost go to court. (Note 1)

The local indigenous people can’t imagine that they can make the prince’s chief squat down, kiss the upper, and send a big car with a car and a car gift. The big character that Bakerland belongs to is not even a member of Parliament – ​​although most of them From aristocratic families, but the inheritance rights are very late.

After the dispute, the king reached an agreement with the Prime Minister to redeem the stock, end the Central Sunia Company, send the fleet and the military to fully occupy the Rothde Islands and practice true colonial rule.

At present, the archipelago's rule is the Governor's Office, the Parliament and the Court, and the top ranks all belong to the Lu'en. Some of the middle-level, parliamentarian and magistrate's judges are the original descendants of the princes, and the bottom is open to the local educated indigenous people. This includes the police officers below the Superintendent.

It was a local policeman who wielded a short stick and drove the tramp. His goal was also to have the obvious characteristics of Rothde.

As soon as I saw the double-breasted long dress, wearing a half-high silk hat, and Klein, who took the black civilization stick, the police immediately put away the short stick, stood up straight, and gathered his legs, and performed a ceremony:

"Good afternoon, sir.

"Do you need any help?"

Klein feels a bit complicated and gently nods:

“Is there a carriage here?”

"The Governor's Office stipulates that this street is not allowed to enter the carriage, you must go to the street in front." The policeman said with trepidation and enthusiasm.

"Thank you." Klein casually praised, "Your Lun speaks well."

The police surprised and excited:

"I think, I think, this is a necessary and necessary quality for a policeman."

He wanted to say that I thought I was also a Lun, but I was afraid that the opposite gentleman was angry.

Klein secretly vomited and slowly walked to the street.

He saw along the way that the local clothing style is very different from the mainland cities such as Beckland and Tingen, and even different ports such as Damir and Banxi, which have been colonized for more than two hundred years:

Decent people from Lun wore dresses, high hats, bow ties, and clasps of civilization, so that the people around them could not be looked at, nor dare to touch, the rest of the indigenous or mixed-race, like jacket-style thick coats. Wide-leg loose pants, plus a cap from the mainland, do not like black, advocating brown, brown and light gray, for Klein, this is indeed a bit weird, but also gave him the feeling of coming to foreign countries.

Of course, the higher-status indigenous and mixed-blooded are also imitating the wearing of the Lun people, thinking that this is the expression of civilization.

............

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the "Swordfish Bar" is a recognized adventurer gathering place.

At this time there were not many alcoholic guests. Klein easily passed through a table and arrived at the bar.

He found that the most different thing here is that there are three blackboards supported by wooden frames on the side of the bar. There are a yellow and yellow notice on the bar. The contents are varied, strange, and there are hired bodyguards. Looking for people, there is a survey of the situation of an island, there is a high price to reward a pirate head, but also claimed that they have obtained a treasure map, want to form a team, in short, the private detective and security company in the Kingdom of Lun has been The business that is divided up is still an adventurer here.

"A cup of Zarha." Klein knocked on the surface of the bar.

This is a local malt beer, cheap, good flavor, loved by adventurers, Klein learned from the "flame" Daniz mouth.

"3 pence." The bartender glanced at the guests at random, and there was no change in attitude due to the strangeness of the other face.

After getting the beer, Klein sat on the high chair in front of the bar, snoring in a small mouth and quietly listening to the chats of the surrounding alcoholic people, looking for valuable goals.

After nearly an hour, the number of bar guests increased, and Klein finally heard a topic that might be useful.

His spirit is getting stronger and he is more focused.

Sitting at the table less than 3 meters from him, he sat four people, and he was deploring a man named Winter:

"I always thought that Wenter went out to sea. I didn't expect that he was at home and he was very ill."

"Well, if I knock on the door two days earlier, he won't die. You don't know how terrible the room is. There are mushrooms on his body, one piece, white."

"Shit! Don't tell me! Didn't you see me eating sausage?"

"Okay, Wente's room is full of insects, moths, flies, butterflies, bees, cockroaches, storms, I can't believe this is where humans live, come back The policeman is also scared!"

......

A sentence of conversation was introduced into the ear. Klein frowned slightly. He felt that Winter's death was not normal. After a few days of death, the body was covered with mushrooms, and various insects were crawling in the room.

Related to extraordinary events? This level of anomalies, the police will certainly report to the "deceased" team... It sounds like three or four days ago, the processing should be done... Klein seriously consider whether to look at it At least the man named Winter, who was alone in Baiyam as an adventurer, did not have any companions who wanted to pass on his death.

After listening for a long time, he initially grasped the place where Winter rented, just in the nearby apartment at No. 47, Heijiao Street.

Drinking the last Zarha beer, Klein put on his hat, left the bar and went straight to the apartment.

Entering the gate, he closed his eyes halfway and whispered to himself:

"The room that has just died recently."

After seven and seven times, Klein used his cane to quickly and easily get outside the room where Winter had lived.

It has not been re-letted, the exception inside has been processed, and nothing looks wrong.

Klein put away the sticky note paper used to open the door, locked the door with the backhand, and carefully turned around.

After confirming the situation, he took out items such as pure dew essential oil, herbal powder and special candles, and quickly arranged a “passing ceremony” in front of the bed.

Although it has been a few days, only the most sloppy, incoherent, and residual information is available, but Klein believes that there is better than nothing.

There is no doubt that he is still praying to himself, then enters the fog, responds, and gives the power of psychic.

The flame of the candle was suddenly raised, and the blue color was dyed in the sway.

Klein felt that everything was quiet, as if he had come to an area that was not real.

His pupil was occupied by pure black, and even his eyes were expelled.

No need to use the skills of "dream divination", he has been promoted to "no face", and with the help of the initial fog of reality, he directly saw the thought of Wen Ling's spiritual remnant, not willing to dissipate.

There are three pictures, one is thin and tall, the black hair is micro-volume, and the more profound facial features of Winter come to a discarded corpse, and suddenly I see the shiny flash on it, condensing a life-filled turquoise gems. Second, Wenter was lying on the bed, his eyes closed, his mouth turned slightly, the skin surface grew a variety of mushrooms, and the surrounding moths piled up again and again, and on his chest, there was a silver Necklace, the pendant is the green gemstone before, and the third is a flax-colored hair girl with beautiful eyes and watery eyes. She is sitting at the beach, surrounded by the unwilling voice of Winter:

"Rinnie, I am going to die, I regret it, regret never told you, I love you, I want you to marry me..."

The picture was broken and the psychic was over. Klein looked around and found that the house still had darkness and gloom.

This guy is really unlucky... Kline shook his head and sighed.

He has initially grasped the reason why Winter died, that is, chaos:

Most of the extraordinary people do not know the extraordinary characteristics of immortality and conservation. They never imagined that the dead kind can also precipitate characteristics and become materials, and this process is relatively slow and easy to be missed. Therefore, after they kill the extraordinary, It is often searched and scraped again, throwing away dead bodies, and cheaping passersby such as Winter or creatures in the wilderness of the sea.

Winter didn't know that it was an extraordinary feature. He thought it was a magical gem. So he made a necklace and stored it himself. The result was slowly affected by pollution and died in pain.

Note 1: This is the breaking of the Great East India Company in India. It is a bureaucratic empire. There are some in this respect. I used to laugh at me when I read the information.

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