To be honest.
Han Dong had made a mistake in the Public Security Bureau incident this time.
Scaring the lawbreakers in the underground detention room was actually done by Han Dong on purpose … The goal was, of course, to prove that he was a returnee.
But he didn't expect to bump into the Black Knight who had escorted him yesterday.
That was a high-ranking person.
The Black Rose Knights, who had successfully graduated from the National Royal Knight Academy and been selected as one of the Twelve Knights, were far superior to Han Dong, an apprentice knight, in terms of strength and status. They were far superior to the local sheriff.
Under Barton Forgus's questioning.
It was possible that information about the Faceless Head would be leaked. It would depend on Han Dong's ability to adapt.
…
The subsequent conversation didn't take place on the streets where rats and insects were everywhere and sewage was everywhere.
He sat on the mechanical black horse again.
He followed Knight Barton to the neighboring Ghana Civilian District.
It was also one of the four major civilian districts, but the security, environment, and architecture here were far better than the Samar District … It was ranked first among the four major civilian districts.
Iron Hammer and Fire Tavern.
The black horse stopped in front of a tavern with a unique style.
The tavern's outer wall was made of black iron, with complicated metal pipes embedded in the surface of the outer wall, and a large cylindrical chimney in the back kitchen.
If it weren't for a few bearded men who reeked of alcohol walking out of the door, Han Dong would have mistaken this place for a blacksmith's shop.
The horse's metal torso was covered with a cloth. It stopped at the stable at the back of the tavern and was watched over by someone.
Barton Forgus, who walked out of the stable, took off his seemingly heavy black iron armor and changed into a simple Asian shirt and a leather vest.
The majestic aura of a knight dissipated.
At this moment, Barton Forgus had completely blended into the civilian district. Strangers couldn't recognize his true identity.
"Just call me Barton here. There's no need for etiquette."
"Okay!"
"Come with me to the tavern."
Pushing open the door of the Black Iron Tavern, most of the people sitting inside were dressed in plain clothes. They had bald heads, fat ears, and big bellies. They held large glasses of ale.
As he walked to the bar counter, a voice with a strong local accent sounded.
"Barton, my old friend, long time no see!
I thought you had gone to the 'top' and didn't remember me … I was afraid that your reputation would scare away my customers, so there's a private room in the back reserved for you. "
The one who spoke was a tavern owner with a thick goatee.
"Old John, business is still so good."
Old John leaned close and whispered:
"How can it not be good? My tavern once had a noble and powerful Black Rose Knight! Look around, there are portraits of you, and there's even a metal model of you on the bar.
Haha, don't mind that I'm using you to advertise in private. "
"Use whatever you want … I don't have much time out this time, take us to a private room."
"Alright."
Old John was a warm and generous person. On the way to the private room, he asked the thin Han Dong, "What does this frail friend do? Don't tell me he's your lackey?"
"He's a probationary knight who has just become a returnee. He was born a commoner like me, but he's from the Samar district."
"Samar district?"
Han Dong replied with a smile, "Yes … My name is Warren Nicholas."
Old John sized up Han Dong and suddenly laughed while stroking his beard.
"Haha, my old eyes can't see anything, but you're really not bad to be able to climb out of the lowest Samar district!
Young man … You have to try my signature here today — Hammer Liquor. As long as your body can withstand it, I, Old John, will definitely make you a friend!
If you come here to drink in the future, I'll give you a 40% discount. "
"Heh heh, give it a try …"
Han Dong really didn't think that his body could do anything. It would be troublesome if he drank too much and caused liver failure.
The sealed black iron private room could be considered a luxurious private room.
Animal fur carpet,
Antler decoration,
Kerosene lamp.
Two extra-large glasses of Hammer Liquor were personally delivered by Old John.
High-concentration malt liquor held in a huge hammer-shaped container … Han Dong felt uncomfortable just by staring at this glass of liquor.
At the same time, it was also served with pepper pork sausages, fried cod strips, and other delicious dishes.
"Old John, I have some private matters to discuss with this friend."
"Understood … If there's anything, just say my name."
The door was locked.
After a simple meal and drink, the topic returned to the main topic.
"There are very few 'returnees' in the civilian district. I'm also very curious about how you did it … I originally planned to learn about your past through the local archives.
Since we happened to run into each other, I'll ask in person.
Can you tell me about your abilities in private? After all, when you arrive at the academy, there will be someone to ask about it. I can help you do some 'secret work' in advance. "
This sentence expressed Barton's attitude. It seemed that he was on the same side as Han Dong … However, Han Dong still had some reservations.
"Yes, actually, before I entered the destiny space, I taught myself some mysticism knowledge in advance."
"Self-taught?" Barton didn't quite believe it. "You haven't been educated, right?"
"My mother taught me how to read … I was born with poor health and couldn't go out to work. Every day, I stayed at home with nothing to do … so I thought of reading to pass the time.
By chance, I discovered that there were quite a lot of scrap books flowing down from a junkyard not too far from home. The price was very cheap.
For example, books like 'A Brief Introduction to the Development of Modern Mysticism', 'A Summary of Mysticism', 'Astrology Theory', and so on could be found.
I also tried to copy secret texts and draw arrays on paper … About a year ago, I read until late at night. After putting down the book and going to sleep, I had a very strange dream.
I don't remember the exact contents of the dream, but I vaguely remember that the dream was very messy, like various fragments pieced together.
After waking up, there was an additional mass of 'energy' in my brain. "
After this explanation, it made Barton Forgus go from being in complete disbelief to being skeptical.
Han Dong continued, "Through the touch of the palm, I can initiate a kind of subconscious instruction to the target. The impact isn't too great, and it can't change a person's mind. It can only implant a subconscious.
This technique allowed me to smoothly come into contact with the characters during the 'Destiny Event' and quickly establish a relationship.
After that, the distribution of Destiny Points made me more familiar with this technique.
Previously, at the Public Security Bureau, I quickly planted a 'Seed of Fear' in the minds of those people by touching them. They looked at me as if they had seen a demon and were scared witless.
That's about the situation. "
…
At the same time.
Samay District, Han Dong's home.
A lurker wearing a shadow robe was secretly inspecting his room.
During the inspection, a large number of old books related to Mysticism were found. The books were also filled with notes, and a few crude self-drawn arrays were also found in the drawer.
Two days ago, Nicholas's room didn't have these books at all.
Han Dong had asked his sister, Nina, to do all of this. These old books were easy to find in some recycling centers and could be bought with a small amount of money.
Han Dong had been thinking about how to hide the matter of the Faceless' head.
Since it was related to Mysticism, then he could pretend to be a 'self-taught genius' … Now that Han Dong was a Mysticism Apprentice, as long as his words matched the situation in the room, even if the higher-ups wanted to investigate, it would be difficult to find the real problem.
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