Just as he stepped onto the deck and before he could enter the cabin, Klein saw a figure pass through the crowd from the corner of his eye and walk toward him.
He appeared nonchalant, but he was secretly vigilant as he turned his head to look over. He discovered that it was a man in his thirties wearing a black half top hat and a long trench coat of the same color.
The man had a weathered face. He was rough but extremely masculine. His light blue eyes didn't contain a smile, as though he was immersed in many past events.
He looks a little familiar … Right, the guy I met at the ticketing company yesterday seems to be an adventurer as well … He's actually wearing a trench coat at sea in January. He's very strong … As Klein casually raised his cane, he tapped it diagonally and said with a smile, "Good morning.
"Good morning, we meet again."
It was as though he was greeting an old friend.
The boorish man wasn't surprised. He stopped and nodded in a slightly reserved manner.
"Cleves, a former adventurer.
"Buddy, are you in the same line of work?"
"I thought you knew yesterday, German Sparrow," Klein replied with a smile.
He didn't hand his cane to his left hand because he didn't plan on shaking hands with him.
"I can tell." Cleves was silent for two seconds before saying, "Being an adventurer isn't a beautiful profession. I've already switched careers and become a bodyguard. This time, I'm following my employer's family to the capital of the Rorsted Archipelago."
He half-turned his body and pointed to another spot on the deck.
Klein looked over and saw nearly ten people gathered together. The leader was a plump middle-aged gentleman with rosy cheeks and spirited eyes. On his double-breasted frock coat, one could see the gold chain of a pocket watch and the jeweled brooch.
Beside him was a lady wearing a wide-brimmed round hat. Her face was completely covered by a dark blue veil, and her figure was rather well-maintained.
In front of the two stood two children, one big and one small. The younger was a boy, less than ten years old, wearing a child's version of a tuxedo. The older one was fifteen or sixteen years old, a spirited young girl. Her looks weren't particularly outstanding, but her brown eyes were rather lively. Her faint freckles and fluffy pleated skirt added a hint of playfulness to her appearance.
Surrounding them were three people, one man and two women, who were carrying luggage and various items. They were all dressed as servants, and one of the maids had reddish-brown skin, obviously of the Southern Continent.
The seven people were protected by a man and a woman, dressed simply and professionally, in white shirts, light sweaters, black coats, dark trousers, and sturdy leather boots.
The two bodyguards did not deliberately cover the traces left by the gun holsters on their waists. They scrutinized the approaching pedestrians with sharp eyes and calm temperament.
"Three servants and three bodyguards?" Klein asked casually.
This configuration is quite extravagant, which means that the employer is rich … He instinctively judged.
"Yes." Cleves nodded.
Without another word, he quickly turned around and walked toward his employer's family.
Klein stood there in a daze. He didn't know why the other party had come over just to greet him.
Recalling the novels, movies, and television dramas he had read in his previous life, he gradually understood Cleves' hidden meaning.
He's a little wary of me, or rather, someone who claims to be an adventurer and doesn't look like someone to be trifled with, so he introduced himself in advance, stating his identity and what he was going to do. He told me not to have any ideas about his employer's family. Simply put, you do your own thing, and I'll do mine. We won't invade each other … Is this the tacit understanding between a seasoned adventurer or an experienced bounty hunter? Interesting … Klein chuckled softly. Carrying his suitcase and black cane, he entered the cabin and found his room according to his ticket.
With a creak, he pushed open the wooden door and walked in.
The room wasn't spacious, just enough for a bed, a table, and a cabinet. There weren't even any chairs.
Its greatest advantage was that it had windows. The sunlight from the harbor shone in, casting pure golden spots on the table and bedside.
The crew member just now said that the washroom and bathroom are shared. There are about eight rooms for one. If it's too urgent, wooden toilets can be provided, but one has to pay for the cleaning fee. It's three pence a time … I have to thank the fact that the White Agate has been modified and has laid down many metal pipes. There's also a boiler burning and a hot water supply, providing a relatively convenient way of life. Otherwise, traveling wouldn't be a pleasant thing … Klein sighed silently.
He quickly took out the necessary items and placed them on the table, making it easy for daily use.
After tidying up, he sat on the edge of the bed and listened to the long whistle, feeling the power of steam and machinery contained within.
As the ship began its voyage, Klein looked out the window at the seascape before gradually retracting his thoughts. He began to consider the most important matter — how he should act as a Faceless.
When faced with the True Creator's descent ritual and the powerful Mr. A, his decision to give up on escaping and attempting to destroy allowed his potion to be digested a little. Based on this feedback, he gained a new understanding of the acting of a Faceless.
'You can disguise as anyone, but you can only be yourself.' This is the rule that Nimblewright Master Rosago was required to remember … I originally thought that 'myself' referred to my original identity, but from the looks of it, it's not perfect enough. What is' myself '? I have to figure it out … Klein leaned forward and bathed in the sunlight, like a pondering statue.
After a while, he gradually had an idea.
Does this correspond to one's own spirit, referring to one's truest self?
"Even when he was on Earth, Zhou Mingrui also had a lot of disguises to form a social persona. In a sense, it was very fake.
Hmm … When I transform into someone else and replace their identity, in order to not be discovered, I have to disguise myself in interpersonal relationships. It's equivalent to wearing a different persona.
When all the persona masks are removed, leaving nothing behind, what kind of 'myself' will a Faceless see in the end?
Is this the deeper meaning of 'myself' in the rule?
When I face my inner thoughts, overcome my fear, and don't challenge the impossible because of social reasons, I will truly be myself?
It needs to be explored and verified …
With this in mind, Klein changed his posture in order to sit more comfortably.
Thinking back to everything that had happened, he discovered another problem with acting.
Back in the underground ruins, I had once disguised myself as Ince Zangwill and successfully escaped, but why didn't I feel any signs of the potion being digested?
Does this mean that to digest the Faceless potion, such a superficial disguise isn't enough?
Yes, this is closer to the application of Beyonder powers, and not acting!
The acting that can promote the digestion of the potion is a deeper level of disguise. Is it to truly replace a person and become him in a social sense? When his family and friends don't discover him for a long period of time, it means that the disguise is a success?
In that case, the reason why I feel that I'm compatible with the Faceless potion is because I had successfully disguised myself as Klein Moretti?
The first rule of the Faceless rule is that I can disguise as anyone, but it can only be myself … The second rule is to carry out a deeper level of disguise that can fool everyone?
But just the thought of replacing a person and becoming him in a social sense is very evil …
Don't tell me I have to find someone who died in a foreign country but had an unfulfilled wish?
Klein suppressed his baffling fear and decided on a direction for his attempt.
The higher the Sequence, the harder it is to act … He sighed, took out his pocket watch, and checked the time.
Seeing that it was still early for lunch and that the room was too small and cramped, he decided to take a walk on the deck to enjoy the sea breeze and enjoy the scenery.
After the first hour of the voyage, there weren't many people on the deck. Klein walked along the side of the ship and arrived at a secluded area with a large shadow.
The sun is very nice and warm today … Apart from the strong winds and having to be careful of my hat, there's nothing wrong with it … He pressed the half top hat on his head and leisurely surveyed the cabin, listening to the faint sounds of music coming from inside.
Suddenly, he saw the former adventurer, Cleves, busying himself in a corner. In front of him, there seemed to be a trident, a dagger, and a short knife.
Cleves sensed something and raised his head to look at him. He had a weathered aura and said sternly,
He said without a smile, "They're all old buddies.
I have to maintain them often. "
At this point, he added, "There are children in the cabin."
"Understood," Klein replied with a smile.
Cleves lowered his head and continued to work. He pretended to ask casually,
He asked in a seemingly casual manner, "You don't seem to have brought these things?"
"I'm used to using weapons that follow the trends of the times," Klein said vaguely. "Besides, I often maintain them."
Cleves silently raised his dagger and glanced at it against the sunlight.
He muttered to himself, "At sea, guns alone aren't enough.
"Pirates will board the ship, and there will be many of them. Once you've finished firing, you won't have a chance to reload. Although these buddies aren't the trends of the times, they're useful enough."
Very professional … As expected of a former adventurer … Klein leaned against the side of the ship and said half-jokingly,
"If pirates really board the ship, there's a high chance that I won't resist."
Cleves tilted his head and stared at him for a full three seconds before retracting his gaze. Then, as he packed his things, he said in a low voice,
Then, as he packed his items, he said in a deep voice, "It looks like you don't need to be reminded. You already understand the rules at sea.
"Bounty hunters who walk the land often can't be adventurers at sea."
He skillfully hid the dagger, short knife, trident, and other weapons under his clothes, dazzling Klein.
"Thank you." Klein smiled and nodded.
Cleves didn't say anything else? Gather? Pray to Qi Shun? Blink? Be lax and linger? Be in love?
The corners of Klein's mouth curled up as he shook his head and cast his gaze outside the ship.
Blue waves gently undulated as silver-white flying fish leaped out of the water and soared in midair.
These fish can "fly" and "swim." They are believed by fishermen and sailors to be the kin of the Lord of Storms. Even if they are fished up, they will be released back into the sea … Klein leisurely admired the sea under the sun, as well as the flying fish on the sea surface. He couldn't help but have a thought flash across his mind.
Hmm, I wonder how their meat is …
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