The meat quality of the stickleback fish was definitely inferior to that of a murloc, but the variety of spices was mixed without being messy. The distinct layers of flavor still left Klein quite impressed. He felt like eating more, unable to stop himself.
Actually, if there are local Beyonders who really want to leave the dangerous circle and live the life of an ordinary person, they can go to Baekeland and open a Rorsted-style restaurant that specializes in similar grilled fish. With the tolerance of the metropolis, business will definitely not be bad. The only problem is that the prices of many spices are definitely not as cheap as here, and the cost will be very high. The target group has to be well positioned … Klein put down the rather coarse pair of chopsticks and wiped his mouth with a napkin as his thoughts wandered.
From his point of view, most of the time, commoners couldn't find a way to become rich because they didn't have enough horizons. However, horizons were restricted by their education and daily experiences. They were bound by their social class, and it was really difficult to break out of it. To break out of this limitation, the most effective method was to do all one could to pursue a better and higher level of education. The second was to dare to take risks and wander around. Of course, this was very risky, and many people had silently perished on this path.
For this meal, Klein spent two soli and five pence. It wasn't cheap, but he had always been willing to spend money when it came to delicacies. Furthermore, most of his recent expenses had been covered by Dhaniz.
He pulled up his collar, put on his hat, and walked out of Old John's Restaurant with his black cane in hand, just in time to see a police officer chasing away the nomads on the street.
The natives of the Rorsted Archipelago had darker skin than the people of the Southern Continent, close to the bronze color of people who often basked in the Sun. Their hair was mainly dark black and naturally slightly curled, making them quite different from the colonists of the Rouen Kingdom.
This place had been completely colonized for less than 50 years. In the beginning, the Rouen Kingdom worked with the native princes and chiefs in the name of the Central Sonia Company to extract economic benefits. But later, the management of the Central Sonia Company quickly became corrupted, and they fought for power and profit. They even provoked the enemy for personal benefits and started a war. The most ridiculous thing was that they even reported each other, claiming that their competitors had taken bribes. For this reason, they found the MPs behind them and attacked each other during the House of Representatives, almost going to court. (Note 1)
The natives would never have imagined that the big shots in Baekeland, who could make the princes, dukes, and chiefs bend over, kiss the top of their shoes, and give them carts after carts of gifts, were insignificant characters who were not even members of parliament. Although most of them came from noble families, their inheritance rights were very low.
After that dispute, the king and the prime minister reached an agreement to redeem the stock, end the Central Sonia Company, and send fleets and soldiers to fully occupy the Rorsted Archipelago to implement true colonial rule.
Currently, this archipelago was governed by the governor-general's office, parliament, and the courts. The upper echelons all belonged to the Rouen people. Some of the middle, members of parliament, and judges of the magistrates' court were the descendants of the original princes, dukes, and chiefs. The lower echelons were open to the local educated natives, which included the police officers below the rank of superintendent.
The person waving the baton and chasing away the homeless was a local police officer. His target also had obvious Rorsted characteristics.
When he saw Klein, who was wearing a double-breasted frock coat, half top hat, and holding a black cane, looking over, the policeman immediately put away his baton, stood up straight, closed his legs, and bowed.
"Good afternoon, sir.
"Is there anything I can help you with?"
Klein felt a little conflicted as he nodded gently.
"Are there no carriages here?"
"The governor-general's office has stipulated that carriages are not allowed on this street. You have to walk to the street in front," the policeman explained with fear and enthusiasm.
"Thank you." Klein casually praised him. "You speak Rouen well."
The policeman was pleasantly surprised and excited.
"I think, I think, this is a necessary quality for a good policeman."
He wanted to say that he thought he was also a Rouen, but he was afraid that the gentleman opposite him would be infuriated.
Klein secretly exhaled and slowly walked to the end of the street.
Along the way, he saw that the local style of clothing was completely different from that of mainland cities like Baekeland and Tingen. It was even different from ports like Damir and Bansy, which had been colonized for more than two centuries.
The respectable people from Rouen wore frock coats, top hats, bow ties, and carried canes, making the people around them submissive, not daring to look them straight in the eye or come into contact with them. The other natives or mixed-bloods liked thick jacket-style coats paired with baggy trousers and caps from the mainland. They didn't like black, and they advocated brown, coffee, and light gray. To Klein, this was indeed a little strange, but it also gave him the feeling that he had come to a foreign country.
Of course, the natives and mixed-bloods of higher status also imitated the clothing of the Rouen people, believing that this was a sign of civilization.
...
Two in the afternoon. Swordfish Bar, a recognized gathering spot for adventurers.
There weren't many customers at the moment, so Klein easily passed through the tables and arrived at the bar counter.
He discovered that the biggest difference between this place and other places was that there were three blackboards supported by wooden frames at the side of the bar counter. On them were white and yellowed notices. The contents were all sorts of strange and bizarre. Some were hiring bodyguards, some were requesting help in finding people, some were investigating the situation on a particular island, some were offering a high bounty for the head of a particular pirate, and some were claiming that they had obtained a treasure map and wanted to form a team. In short, the matters that had been divided between private detectives and security companies in the mainland of the Rouen Kingdom still belonged to the adventurers here.
"A glass of Zarha." Klein knocked on the surface of the bar counter.
This was a locally produced malt beer. It was cheap and tasty, and it was very popular among adventurers. Klein had learned from Blazing Dhaniz.
"Three pence." The bartender glanced at the customer casually, and his attitude didn't change just because the other party's face was unfamiliar.
After getting the beer, Klein sat on the high chair in front of the bar counter, sipping it and quietly listening to the conversations of the customers around him, looking for a valuable target.
After nearly an hour, the number of customers in the bar increased, and Klein finally heard something that might be useful.
He perked up and became more focused.
There were four people sitting at a table less than three meters away from him, and they were feeling sorry for a man named Wendt.
"I always thought that Wendt had gone out to sea. I didn't expect him to be at home all this time, very sick."
"Sigh, if I had knocked on the door two days earlier, he wouldn't have died. You don't know how terrible it was in the room. His body had mushrooms growing out of it, one by one, white."
"Sh * t! Stop talking! Can't you see that I'm eating sausages? "
"Okay, okay. Wendt's room was full of bugs, moths, flies, butterflies, bees, cockroaches. Holy Storm, I can't believe that this is a place where humans live. The police who came later were shocked too!"
…
As the conversation reached his ears, Klein frowned slightly. He felt that Wendt's death wasn't normal. A few days after his death, his body was covered in mushrooms, and there were all kinds of insects flying and crawling in the room.
It's related to a Beyonder incident? The police will definitely report this level of abnormality to the Mandated Punishers … It sounds like it happened three or four days ago. Whatever needs to be dealt with should have been dealt with … Klein seriously considered going to take a look. At the very least, the man named Wendt was an adventurer alone in Bayam, and he didn't have any companions who wanted to pass the news of his death on his behalf.
After listening for a long time, he had a preliminary understanding of where Wendt was renting. It was an apartment at 47 Blackhorn Street nearby.
After drinking the last of his Zarha beer, Klein put on his hat, left the bar, and headed straight for the apartment.
After entering the door, he half-closed his eyes and whispered to himself,
"The room where someone died recently."
After repeating it seven times, Klein used his cane to quickly and easily arrive outside the room where Wendt had previously lived.
It hadn't been rented out yet, and the abnormalities inside had been dealt with. There didn't seem to be anything wrong.
Klein put away the note he used to open the door, locked the door, and carefully circled it.
After confirming the situation, he took out items such as essential oils, herbal powders, and special candles. He quickly set up a mediumship ritual in front of the bed.
Although it had already been a few days, and he could only obtain the most superficial, incoherent, and remnant information, Klein believed that it was better than nothing.
Without a doubt, he was still praying to himself. Then, he entered the world above the gray fog and responded by giving himself the power of mediumship.
The flame of the candle suddenly rose, and as it swayed, it was dyed with a ghostly blue luster.
Klein felt everything fall silent, as if he had arrived in a realm that didn't belong to reality.
His pupils were occupied by pure black, and even the whites of his eyes had been expelled.
There was no need for him to use dream divination techniques. Having advanced to Faceless, with the help of the gray fog, he could directly see the lingering thoughts of Wendt's spirituality that refused to dissipate. There were three scenes.
One was Wendt, who was thin and tall, with slightly curly black hair and relatively deep facial features. He came to a discarded corpse and was surprised to see a luster flash on it, condensing into a turquoise gem filled with the aura of life. The second scene was Wendt lying on a bed with his eyes closed and his mouth slightly moving. All kinds of mushrooms grew on the surface of his skin, surrounded by piles of cockroaches and moths. On his chest was a silver necklace, and the pendant was the turquoise gem from before. The third scene was a pretty, flaxen-haired girl with watery eyes. She was sitting by the sea, surrounded by Wendt's unwilling voice.
"Raini, I'm going to die. I regret it so much. I regret never telling you that I love you. I want you to marry me …"
The scene shattered, and the mediumship ended. Klein looked around and found that the house was still dark and gloomy.
This guy is really unlucky … Klein shook his head and sighed.
He had a preliminary understanding of the cause of Wendt's death — picking up random things.
Most Beyonders didn't know about the Law of Beyonder Characteristics Indestructibility and Conservation. They didn't expect that dead Beyonders could produce characteristics and become materials. And this process was relatively slow, making it easy to miss. Therefore, after they killed Beyonders, they would often plunder the corpses and throw them away, allowing passersby like Wendt or creatures in the undersea wilderness to benefit.
Wendt didn't know that it was a Beyonder characteristic and thought that it was a magical gem. Therefore, he made it into a necklace and kept it close to his body. In the end, he was slowly affected by the corruption and died in pain.
Note 1: This is the crappy matter of the British East India Company in India. As expected of a bureaucratic empire, it has everything that needs to be there. I laughed to death when I read the information.
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