Turning into one of the two main streets, Klein, who had changed his face, went straight to the green mailbox and took out a letter that he had long prepared from his pocket.
This was a "death notice" that he had written in imitation of the police station's official document format. It was addressed to the sheriff of Symeem Port Town. The content was about the sudden death of a local resident, Wendt, in Bayam.
When he decided to do this acting, Klein had already formulated a corresponding plan. He wanted things to proceed smoothly without deviating from the track, and he didn't want to cause irreparable harm to the girl, Raini.
His plan was to use the Slumber Charm to disguise the real acting as a dream. This way, if the girl, Raini, had no love for Wendt and directly rejected his confession, she wouldn't feel any guilt when she heard of his death later. At most, she would feel afraid, and this could be effectively appeased by praying and confessing to the Church.
If the girl, Raini, also liked Wendt and responded to his confession, the reason of the dream would help Klein escape. The subsequent death notice would cut off Raini's expectations, and it wouldn't have a negative impact on her future life.
But even so, it's still a little cruel. No matter what kind of woman it is, when faced with a dream confession from a boy she likes after his death, they would definitely be devastated. They wouldn't be able to get over it for a long time.
Yes … If I don't do anything, Raini will definitely be abnormally sad when the news of Wendt's death comes back, but it might not be that serious. However, the knot in her heart might never be untied. She will be conflicted for the rest of her life over whether Wendt went out on an adventure to pursue their future, or if he simply didn't like her …
It's not a bad ending. Once she's relieved of her pain, she'll treat her future life with the gentleness of having been sincerely loved by someone.
Sigh, no matter what, for the sake of acting, I've forcefully interfered with the lives of others and affected the innocent to a certain extent. Even if I have the excuse of fulfilling a wish, it's not really a good thing. Just as Roselle said, the further I go down the Beyonder pathway, the more warped and sinister it becomes. The "acting method" might be a catalyst … All I can do is try my best to minimize the effects … After delivering the letter, Klein exhaled and walked to the only inn in town with his featureless local face.
On the way, he summarized his experience. It was that "disguising as another person and receiving feedback" should be the main clause of the Faceless rule, second only to "you can disguise as anyone but yourself."
If it were some other Faceless, they might seal off the news of Wendt's death and agree to Raini's confession. They would spend one to two years in a relationship with her, marry her, and have children. Then, they wouldn't be bound by the various relationships of this identity. They would remember who they are and coldly leave … During this process, if they don't expose themselves, the potion will almost be completely digested … But I really can't do it! I can't get past myself at all. All I can do is play by the edges … Klein sighed and felt an inexplicable sense of fear.
He shook his head and silently mocked himself.
What a Beyonder must constantly resist is not only danger and madness, but also all kinds of evil thoughts that originate from themselves, as well as the gravitational pull of depravity that can cause them to sink if they aren't careful …
Even so, in the end, they might still be corrupted by the Abyss and become the kind of monster they swore to get rid of. Sigh …
Reining in his thoughts, Klein stepped into the hotel and said to the boss behind the counter,
"An ordinary room."
The thin boss looked up and said, "An ordinary room."
"A valid identification document."
Why would I have one on a face that I just created? Klein gave a sheepish smile.
"I forgot to bring it with me."
"Then you can't stay here. That's a rule of our town." The boss buried his head again and calculated the day's income and expenditure.
Klein took out a one-soli note and pushed it over as though nothing had happened.
The boss immediately widened his eyes.
"No, no, keep it! I don't want to be locked up by the sheriff!
"Get out, get out, you filthy fellow without any identification documents."
Klein was chased out of the hotel in shock. He couldn't believe that the almighty money had just lost its effect.
After pondering for a few seconds, he turned into an empty alley and transformed back into the German Sparrow with deep facial features.
Klein returned to the hotel, tapped the counter, and spoke in Rouen with a Baekeland accent.
"A room."
The boss looked up and immediately put down the item in his hand. As he stood up, he nodded and smiled.
"Alright, alright.
"Do you need a room with a view of the sea, or one that's relatively quiet?"
He switched to poor, heavily spiced Rouen and never mentioned anything about his identity again.
What a realistic World … Klein silently lampooned and politely replied, "That's right.
"Quiet."
"Yes, yes, okay," the boss answered repeatedly.
Then, he called for the waiter to guard the counter, took the key, and led Klein to the second floor.
"Sir, how many days do you need to stay? One soli and five pence a night. "
"Tonight." Klein couldn't stand the enthusiasm and answered simply.
At the Wind of Azure Hotel, he and Dhaniz stayed in a luxurious suite that cost five soli a night.
Without a doubt, the room chosen by the boss was clean and tidy. The usual humidity of a port hotel was basically absent. Klein looked around and nodded in satisfaction.
"Very good."
"It's my honor." There was an obvious fear in the boss's flattery.
Klein put down his luggage and rested for a while. He then got up and returned to the ground floor in preparation for dinner.
Apart from the counter, there were many messy tables on the first floor. Their surfaces were slightly greasy, and in the corner, a fireplace was burning, emitting light and heat.
The Rorsted Archipelago was in the south, and the lowest temperature in winter was about 10 ° C. However, to the locals, this was still cold weather that required a fire.
Klein randomly found a seat and ordered a local specialty roast meat and mushroom soup. His main course was potato bread.
While waiting, he quietly scanned the diners in the restaurant, and his gaze instinctively landed on a lady.
This lady had black hair that was simply tied up and a pair of extremely unique greenish-gray eyes. Her looks were pleasing to the eye, and the more he looked at her, the more charming she became.
She was clearly not a local, but she was wearing a man's shirt and a thick brown jacket. Beside her was a round hat with a dent in the middle.
This was a common outfit for adventurers at sea. The three men at the same table were the same, and they had obvious characteristics of being exposed to the sun and rain.
Klein had never hidden his appreciation for beautiful women, but the reason why she attracted his attention wasn't because of her looks.
There was a strong discrimination against women at sea. Women who could achieve a certain level of status among adventurers and pirates were either very scheming, very strong, or both. They were targets that he had to be careful of and wary of!
There are fresh mud spots on their leather boots … Did they just come back from the jungle? Heh heh, what adventurers … Klein made a preliminary judgment based on some clues.
If these four adventurers had taken a boat from Bayam, even if they had stepped on dirty water and encountered mud, the traces should have long since dried up. And because there hadn't been any rain in the past two days, the roads in the town were still relatively clean, just a little dusty. Eliminating these two possibilities, the only explanation left was that they had returned from exploring the outskirts of the jungle.
Klein had previously heard that many adventurers would go deep into the primeval forests of colonial islands in search of abandoned and forgotten pagan temples or altars. Those places often had gold and jewels consecrated in ancient times, but for various reasons, they were later buried in places that no one cared about or knew about. In the bars of various islands, there was no lack of legends of someone who had returned from an adventure in the jungle overnight.
There might be evil spirits lingering in those places … I might as well hunt pirates. At least I can obtain the corresponding information in advance … Klein retracted his gaze and focused on waiting for the food.
The seven major Churches classified the various gods in the primitive beliefs of the colonies as evil spirits, but Klein believed that some of them were natural spirits.
After a while, the special barbecue was served. It was cut into many small pieces and skewered on wooden skewers. The surface was smeared with a brownish-red sauce, and the aroma was rich and the color was tempting.
It's a bit like the kebabs in my previous life … In Rouen, large pieces of meat are roasted one by one, and the chef will only divide them after they're done … The method here is more flavorful … Klein picked up a wooden skewer and bit a piece of meat. He felt the juices overflow, and there was a hint of sweetness in the salty aroma.
It's my type! He nodded in satisfaction.
Klein was quite satisfied with the meal. He even tasted the local "Guru Tree Sap." It was a special drink, like lemonade with sugar and milk.
When he returned to his room, he hadn't slept all night because of the hunt last night. He washed up early, extinguished the fireplace, and got into bed.
And sleeping too early was bound to have a problem, and that was waking up in the middle of the night to pee.
Klein's sweet dream was interrupted. He opened his eyes and slowly gathered the courage to lift his blanket.
The temperature in Symeem in the middle of the night was about eight to nine degrees Celsius. In terms of body temperature, it was considered cold.
After lying quietly for a while, Klein stretched out his arm and silently retracted it.
After thinking for a few seconds, he reached out again and picked up the Sun Brooch on the bedside table.
Although it only provided mental heat and didn't actually provide him with heat, he could at least deceive himself that he wasn't cold.
Klein moved out of bed and went straight to the bathroom in the room.
He narrowed his eyes and eased the pressure in his lower abdomen.
After everything was done, he pulled up his pants and was about to wash his hands when his spiritual perception was triggered.
Klein frowned slightly and looked up at the bathroom vent.
Suddenly, something black and slippery fell down and hung there.
It was a venomous snake with a forked tongue!
Klein jumped in fright. He opened his mouth and made a sound.
Bang!
The venomous snake was brutally hit and split into two.
What happened? Klein stared for a few seconds. Seeing that there was no more movement, he walked out of the bathroom and took out a gold coin from his pocket.
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