Chapter 40 Colony

The meat quality of the barbed fish is definitely not as good as the murlocs, but the various spices are mixed but not messy, and the distinct features of the layers still make Klein quite admired.

"Actually, there are local Beyonders who really want to quit the dangerous circle and live the life of ordinary people. They can go to Backlund to open a Rothide-style restaurant, specializing in similar grilled fish. With the tolerance of the metropolis, the business will definitely not be bad. The only problem is that the price of many spices is definitely not as cheap as here, the cost will be high, and the target group must be well positioned..." Klein put down the rather rough chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and thought for a while. on.

In his opinion, many times the commoners cannot find a way to get rich because they do not have enough vision, but such a thing is restricted by their own education and daily experience, and is bound by the class they live in, it is really difficult to jump out , in order to break this limitation, it is the most effective way to do everything possible to pursue a better and higher level of education. The second is to dare to take risks and go everywhere. Of course, this risk is very high, and many people die silently. this way.

For this meal, Klein used 2 soles and 5 pence. The price is not cheap, but he has always been willing to spend money on food, and the main expenses have been contracted by Danitz recently.

Pulling up his collar and putting on his hat, he carried a black cane and walked out of the Old John's restaurant, just in time to see a policeman driving away the homeless on the street.

The aboriginals of the Rhosid Islands have darker skin than those of the southern continent, close to the kind of bronze that often basks in the sun. Their hair is mainly dark black, and all of them are naturally slightly curly, which is quite different from the colonists of the Loen Kingdom. .

It has been less than 50 years since this place was completely colonized. At first, Luen cooperated with the native princes and chiefs in the name of the Zhongsonia Company to extract economic benefits, but then the management of the Zhongsonia Company quickly corrupted and competed for power and profits, even for personal reasons. Interests provoke the enemy and start a war. The most absurd thing is that they also reported to each other that their competitors were taking bribes. To this end, they each found a member of the parliament behind them to criticize each other during a meeting of the House of Representatives, and almost went to court. (Note 1)

The local aboriginals definitely cannot imagine that in their eyes, the big men who can make the princes and chiefs bow their backs, kiss the uppers of shoes, and send carts after carts of gifts are small characters in Backlund who are not even parliamentarians-although most of them are. From an aristocratic family, but the inheritance rights are very late.

After that dispute, the king and the prime minister reached an agreement to redeem the shares, end the Zhongsonia Company, and send a fleet and soldiers to fully occupy the Rorsted Islands and implement real colonial rule.

At present, this archipelago is governed by the Governor's Palace, the Parliament and the Court. The top level belongs to the Ruen people. Some of the middle level, parliamentarians and magistrates are descendants of the original princes and chiefs. The bottom level is open to local educated indigenous people. This includes police officers below the superintendent.

It was a local policeman who wielded a short stick and drove the homeless away.

His target also has obvious Rorsted racial characteristics.

As soon as he saw Klein, who was wearing a long double-breasted dress, a half-height silk top hat, and a black civilization stick, the policeman immediately put away his short stick, stood up straight, put his legs together, and gave a salute

"Good afternoon, sir.

"Do you need any help?"

Klein felt a little complicated and nodded lightly.

"Is there no carriage here?"

"The Governor's Palace stipulates that horses and carts are not allowed to enter this street, and you have to walk to the street in front." The policeman explained with fear and enthusiasm.

"Thank you." Klein complimented casually, "You speak the Loen language well."

The policeman was a little excited

"I think, I think, this is a necessary, necessary quality to be a good police officer."

He wanted to say that I thought I was also a Loen, but he was afraid that the gentleman on the other side would be angry because of it.

Klein secretly exhaled and walked slowly towards the street.

Along the way, he saw that the local clothing style was completely different from those of mainland cities such as Backlund and Tingen, and even from the ports of Damil and Bansi, which had been colonized for more than two hundred years.

The decent people from Loen are wearing dresses, high hats, bow ties, and civilized sticks, so that people around them are obedient, dare not look directly, and dare not touch, and the rest of the natives or mixed races like jacket-style thick coats. Loose trousers with wide feet and a cap from the mainland. He dislikes black, and advocates brown, coffee, and light gray. To Klein, this is indeed a bit weird, but it also gives him the full feeling of coming to a foreign country.

Of course, the natives and mixed races with higher status are also imitating the clothes of the Loen people, thinking that this is the manifestation of civilization.

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At two o'clock in the afternoon, "Swordfish Bar", a recognized gathering place for adventurers.

At this time, there were not many drinkers, and Klein easily walked through the tables and arrived at the bar.

He found that the most difference between this place and other places is that there are three blackboards supported by wooden frames on the side of the bar, and there are yellow-colored notices on them. There are people who are looking for someone who is investigating the situation on an island, someone who offers a high price for a pirate's head, and someone who claims to have obtained a treasure map and wants to form a team. The divided affairs still belong to the adventurer here.

"A cup of Zalha." Klein knocked on the surface of the bar.

This is a locally-produced malt beer with a cheap price and good flavor. It is very popular among adventurers. Klein learned from the mouth of "Flame" Danitz.

"3 pence." The bartender glanced at the guest at random, and did not change his attitude because of the unfamiliar face of the other party.

After getting the beer, Klein sat on the high chair in front of the bar, sipping small sips, and quietly listened to the chatter of the drinkers around him, so as to find worthy targets.

After nearly an hour, the number of guests at the bar increased, and Klein finally heard a topic that might be useful.

He was refreshed and more focused.

There were four people sitting at the table less than 3 meters away from him, and they were mourning a man named Winter

"I always thought Winter was out at sea, but I didn't expect that he had been at home and was very ill."

"Hey, if I had knocked on the door two days earlier, he wouldn't have died. You don't know how terrifying the room is. Mushrooms have grown on his body, piece by piece, white."

"Shit! Stop talking! Didn't you see me eating sausage?"

"Okay, there are bugs all over Winter's room, there are moths, there are flies, there are butterflies, there are bees, there are cockroaches, the storm is on, I can't believe this is where humans live, come later The police were also frightened!"

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A sentence of dialogue entered his ears, and Klein frowned slightly, feeling that Winter's death was unusual. Within a few days of death, the body was covered with mushrooms, and all kinds of insects were flying and crawling in the room.

Related to extraordinary events? This level of anomaly, the police will definitely report it to the "Substitute Punisher" team... It sounds like it happened three or four days ago, and everything that should be dealt with should have been dealt with... Klein seriously considered whether to take a look. , at least that man named Winter was an adventurer in Bayam alone, and no one of his companions wanted to pass on the news of his death.

After listening for a long time, he initially grasped the place where Winter was renting, which was in the nearby apartment at No. 47 Noire Street.

After drinking the last Zalha beer, Klein put on his hat, left the bar, and went straight to the apartment.

Entering the door, he half closed his eyes and whispered to himself

"A room where someone died recently."

After seven times in a row, Klein used his cane to quickly and easily come to the room where Winter lived before.

It hasn't been re-leased out, the exceptions inside have been handled, and nothing seems wrong.

Klein put away the note paper used to open the door, locked the door with his backhand, and turned it carefully.

After confirming the situation, he took out items such as pure dew essential oil, herbal powder, and special candles, and quickly set up a "psychic ritual" in front of the bed.

Although several days have passed, and only the most superficial, incoherent, and residual information can be obtained, Klein believes that something is better than nothing.

There is no doubt that he is still praying to himself, and then enters above the gray fog to respond and give the power of psychic.

The flame of the candle suddenly rose, and it was dyed a faint blue color as it swayed.

Klein only felt that everything was quiet, as if he had come to a realm that did not belong to reality.

His pupils were occupied by pure black, and even the whites of his eyes were expelled.

There is no need to use the technique of "Dream Divination" anymore. With the help of the gray fog that had initially entered into reality, he who had been promoted to "Faceless" directly saw the thoughts that remained in Winter's spirituality and were unwilling to dissipate.

There are three pictures, one is tall and thin, with slightly curly black hair and deep facial features, Went came to a discarded corpse, and was stunned to see a shiny gleam on it, condensing a turquoise gem full of life. ; Second, Winter was lying on the bed, his eyes were closed, his mouth turned slightly, all kinds of mushrooms grew on the surface of his skin, and there were piles of cockroaches and moths around him, and on his chest, there was a silver The necklace and the pendant were the same turquoise gemstone from before, and the third was a flaxen-haired girl with a delicate face and watery eyes. She was sitting by the sea surrounded by Winter's unwilling voice.

"Rui Ni, I'm going to die, I'm so sorry, I regret never telling you, I love you, I want you to marry me..."

The picture was broken and the channeling 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 has initially grasped the cause of Winter's death, that is, picking things up

The vast majority of Beyonders do not know the laws of immortality and conservation of Beyonder characteristics, and they never imagined that their dead counterparts can also extract their properties and become materials, and this process is relatively slow and easy to be missed. Therefore, after they kill Beyonders, It is often a search and throw away the body, which is cheap for passers-by like Winter or creatures in the wild under the sea.

Winter didn't know that it was a Beyonder characteristic. He thought it was a magical gem, so he made it into a necklace and stored it close to his body. As a result, he was slowly affected by pollution and died in pain.

Note 1. This is a broken incident of the British East India Company in India. It is worthy of being a bureaucratic empire. It should have everything in this regard. I laughed to death when I read the information before.

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