Standing behind the door was a bare-chested man with a ferocious blue sea snake tattooed on his arm. On both sides of his cheeks, chest, and abdomen were short stripes smeared with red paint, in groups of three.
How exotic … But aren't you afraid of being too conspicuous and being stopped by the police the moment you leave? You are the Resistance army that operates in secret! Just as Klein was about to retract his gaze, he nearly frowned when he saw the man's coarse eyebrows and cold-blooded eyes.
He's killed many people … Klein made a rough judgment based on his spiritual intuition.
To be frank, due to his identity and knowledge from his previous life, he initially had a lot of sympathy for the rebels of colonial rule. He didn't have the self-awareness of being a Rouen, but when he heard that the other party and Sea God Cavituis's believers almost overlapped, he became more wary and repulsed.
This wasn't to say that he was discriminating against the local faith, but according to his understanding, the traditional faith of all colonial islands remained at the primitive sacrificial stage. They advocated blood and living sacrifices, and they were in a rather ignorant state.
In addition, based on the Emperor's experience and my own, this World's Beyonder nature has crazy and distorted elements. A deity that's still in the primitive sacrificial stage can't resist such tendencies. It's obvious what his style is … Klein didn't say a word as he followed Dhaniz into the room.
"Edmonton, who's here?" A mellow voice sounded from a seat by the window.
The tattooed man closed the door and said,
"They've disguised themselves."
At this moment, Klein had already taken in the situation in the room and gained a basic grasp of the situation.
The living room wasn't big. It was cramped with a cabinet, a table, and a few chairs.
On the right were two doors that led to what appeared to be a bedroom. On the left was a "kitchen" separated by a cabinet. As for a bathroom, there was no doubt that it didn't have one. When Klein went upstairs, he discovered that there was a public bathroom at the corner of each floor's staircase. The smell of something that hadn't been washed in a long time emanated, urging the passersby to quickly head upstairs.
There was a window right in front of him, with two bamboo poles sticking out of it to dry a lot of clothes.
At the door of the bedroom and in the living room, there were four or five men standing or sitting. They were all locals with darker skin and slightly curly black hair. They wore dark blue Taraba shirts and had more or less red paint smeared on their exposed skin. As for the sea snake tattoo, Klein couldn't see it because it was blocked by their clothes.
Some of them had revolvers on their waists, some were carrying brownish-red hunting rifles, and some were even carrying grayish-white steel backpacks and long, thick high-pressure steam rifles. They formed a semicircle around Dhaniz and Klein.
The person who asked the question was a man in his forties sitting in an iron wheelchair. He had a blanket on his knees and was wearing a jacket.
He had a shaved head and a green beard grew on both sides of his cheeks. His dark brown eyes were reserved and seemed to be emotionless.
He glanced at the visitor and slowly revealed a smile.
"Raging Flames."
Dhaniz was stunned for a moment before he forced a smile.
"Kalat, you have a good eye."
Bullshit! Is my disguise really that bad? He roared inwardly, unwilling to accept it.
Kalat ignored Raging Flames's insincere praise and chuckled.
"I heard you killed Steel and Blood Brambles?"
"Why else would they die?" Dhaniz asked without hesitation.
Kalat narrowed his eyes and slowly shifted his gaze to Klein, who had an ordinary face.
He knew very well that Raging Flames Dhaniz alone wouldn't even be able to kill Blood Brambles Hendry, much less Steel Maveti. For him to succeed, it was rumored that he had obtained the help of a powerful adventurer and veteran bounty hunter.
Is it the person beside him? Kalat stared into Klein's eyes and didn't find any nervousness, worry, or wariness. His eyes were like a deep ocean.
It's very likely … that he's at least stronger than Raging Flames! He signaled to Edmonton and the others with his eyes, secretly raising their guard.
"What are you doing here?" Kalat didn't dwell on the previous topic.
Danitz subconsciously glanced at Klein, and after seeing his affirmative nod, he replied, "That's right.
"Let's see what you have."
Kalat pointed at the table.
"It's all up there."
There were many oddly shaped objects placed there, including a whistle made of bones, a simple and crude bagpipe, iron-black leaves, stones stained with blood …
Without waiting for Klein and Dhaniz to examine it, Kalat clapped his hands.
"I have a mission.
"If you can complete it, you can freely choose an item from here without paying any price."
He chuckled and added,
"According to the definition of foreigners like you, they aren't mystical items, but they have some supernatural powers. However, they will slowly — yes, not too slowly — weaken until they disappear."
"What mission?" Klein asked calmly, not hiding the fact that Dhaniz was only a follower.
Kalat reached into the blanket on his knees and took out a stack of white paper.
"Find their whereabouts.
"If you can directly capture them, you will obtain even more."
He raised his arms and began to display a lifelike portrait. One of them was a lady with greenish-gray eyes and a man's shirt.
Leticia Dolera … Klein immediately recognized the person the Resistance was looking for.
It was the female archaeologist and adventurer he had met last night and was on the same ship this morning. She was suspected to be a member of the Moses Ascetic Order or the Element Dawn.
Dhaniz looked at her carefully for two seconds and found her vaguely familiar.
Suddenly, he recalled where he had seen her before.
The German Sparrow beside him had shown it in his dream!
He had just questioned the captain in the afternoon, and he had encountered a related incident at night … Isn't this intelligence gathering ability a little too powerful? Dhaniz resisted the urge to look at the crazy adventurer beside him, afraid that Kalat and Edmonton would discover something amiss.
In this regard, he was very experienced.
The Resistance who believes in Sea God is searching for Leticia … The faith of Sea God is spread throughout the Rorsted Archipelago, including Symeem Island … A snake appeared last night … The image of Sea God is a gigantic sea serpent … Klein overlapped the two matters and quickly came to a preliminary conclusion.
Archaeologist Leticia and company had obtained an important item related to Sea God from a forgotten temple in the primitive jungle of Symeem Island. This led to last night's probe and the Resistance's search!
Klein thought for a moment and replied perfunctorily, "I'll keep an eye out."
"I'll keep an eye out."
I won't meddle in matters related to evil spirits. Of course, if necessary, I'll report it … he added inwardly.
Kalat nodded.
"Let's see what you want first."
Klein walked over, and just as he was about to pick and ask, he suddenly sensed something and subconsciously looked to the right of the pile of items.
There was a short sword made of slender bone. It was slightly longer than a forearm, and it was milky-white in color with a few deep dark red stripes.
It can trigger my spiritual perception … Klein reached out his right hand and tried to pick up the sharp bone sword to examine it carefully.
As soon as his fingers touched the bone sword, cries of despair and pain suddenly echoed in his mind. A thick stench of blood vaguely appeared at the tip of his nose, and it was as if he could see a distorted, rotten, illusory figure wrapped in mucus in front of him.
Klein felt a pain in his forehead, as though he had been pricked by a needle. He subconsciously retracted his finger.
It's a little sinister … It's not a simple item … Klein, who had experienced it more intensely, only had a slight change in expression.
He resisted the urge to activate his Spirit Vision, afraid that he would see something he shouldn't.
Upon noticing this scene, Kalat and Edmonton looked at each other and said with a smile, "This bone sword can suck the enemy's blood dry.
"This bone sword can suck the enemy's blood dry. Not bad. Do you want it?"
"A little proactive …" Klein frowned slightly, then relaxed his brows and said in a deep voice,
"No, there's nothing I want here."
If Kalat hadn't asked, he had planned on buying the bone sword and studying it above the gray fog. However, Kalat's initiative to promote it made him wary. Therefore, he rationally gave up on his original plan.
Kalat clasped his hands and said,
"It's not expensive.
"Or should I look at the others?"
"No need." Klein's pupils constricted. He turned around and walked to the door.
Dhaniz hesitated for a moment before hurrying to catch up.
Edmonton, who had a sea serpent tattoo on his arm, watched silently, as if he would reach out to stop them at any moment, but in the end, he didn't take any action.
He was the powerful adventurer who had killed Steel Maveti, Blood Brambles Hendry, and company!
After exiting the room, Klein didn't say a word and stomped down the stairs. Dhaniz chased after him, inexplicably frightened.
He understood the situation and didn't ask any questions. All he did was follow.
The two quickly returned to the square, and the crowd that had gathered once again, either kneeling or prostrating, dispersed again.
But unlike before, there was a man who remained kneeling on the ground, motionless.
Klein didn't look sideways as he walked past him without stopping.
Dhaniz subconsciously took a glance and discovered that the man's face was as dry as a rock that had been weathered for a long time.
Pa!
A piece of flesh on the man's cheek suddenly peeled off, bringing with it a piece of bearded skin. It fell to the ground, its color gray.
He seemed to have lost all his moisture.
Dhaniz jumped in fright and didn't dare look around again. He felt that things had become strange and dangerous at some point in time.
The two passed through the streets, left the city, and boarded a rental carriage.
The carriage driver was clearly a local native. He was in his forties, and his smile was very likable.
But along the way, he didn't say a word. He was so quiet that it made Dhaniz's heart beat like a drum.
Klein pursed his lips and remained silent as well.
The rental carriage soon arrived at the dock. As he wanted to change his attire, Dhaniz made it stop far away from Sour Lemon Street.
After getting off the carriage, Klein didn't pay the fare or stop. He strode away, leaving Dhaniz stunned.
He threw two soli to the carriage driver and hurriedly chased after the German Sparrow.
After a few steps, he subconsciously looked back and saw the carriage driver kneeling down with a face full of fanaticism and devotion. He prostrated himself on the ground and kissed the spot Klein had just stepped on as tears flowed down his face.
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