Part 3 The Traveler Chapter 40 The Colony

　　The meat quality of the comb spine fish was definitely not as good as that of the fish people, but the variety of spices mixed and layered still made Klein quite appreciative, and he only felt that he wanted to eat more, and he simply couldn’t stop eating.

　　”In fact, the local really extraordinary people want to quit the dangerous circle, live the life of ordinary people, it is completely possible to go to Bakerland to open a Rothschild flavor restaurant, the main focus of similar roasted 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 this side, the cost will be very high, the target group will have to be located well …… “Klein put down the pair of rather rough chopsticks and wiped his mouth with a napkin while rambling blindly thinking.

　　In his opinion, many times civilians can’t find a way to get rich because of the lack of vision, but the vision of this kind of thing, and confined to their own education and daily experience, by the class bound, it is really difficult to jump out, to break this limitation, to make every effort to pursue a better and higher level of education is the most fruitful way, the second is to dare to take risks, and to go around the world, of course, this is a great risk, many people perished along the way without a word.

　　The meal, which cost Klein 2 Soule 5p, was not cheap, but he had always spared no expense when it came to good food, and had been contracted by Danez for his main expenses of late.

　　Pulling his collar together and putting on his hat, he carried his black cane and stepped out of Old John’s just in time to see a constable shooing away a streetwalker.

　　The natives of the Rothschild Archipelago had a darker complexion than the southern continental races, close to the kind of bronze you’d get from frequent sunbathing, and their hair was predominantly dark black, all of it naturally slightly curly, a not-so-subtle difference from the colonizers of the Kingdom of Ruin.

　　This place had been thoroughly colonized for less than 50 years, initially Ruen was cooperating with the indigenous princes and chiefs in the name of the Zhongsunia Company to extract economic benefits, but then the management of the Zhongsunia Company was rapidly corrupting, competing for power and profit, and even provoking the enemy to start a war for their personal interests, and the most absurd thing was that they were also reporting to each other, claiming that their rivals were accepting bribes, and for this reason, each of them looked for the MPs behind them, and in the meetings of the house of assembly attacked each other and nearly went to court. (Note 1)

　　The native natives surely could not have imagined that the great men in their eyes who could make princely chiefs bend their backs, kiss the tops of their shoes, and send cartload after cartload of presents, belonged to a minor class of men who were not even councillors in Birkeland-who, though most of them came from noble families, were very much at the back of the line in inheritance.

　　After that strife, the King and the Prime Minister agreed to redeem the stock, end the Mid-Sunia Company, and send ships and soldiers to fully occupy the Rothschild Islands for true colonization.

　　At present, the islands are ruled by a Governor’s Council, a Parliament and a Court of Justice, with the top level all belonging to the Ruins, the middle level, the councillors and the magistrates, some of whom are descended from the original royal chiefs, and the bottom level is open to the locally educated natives, which includes police officers from the Superintendent downwards.

　　It was a local policeman who wielded a short stick and chased away the vagabonds, and his target had the same distinctive characteristics of the Rothschild race.

　　As soon as he saw Klein, who was wearing a double-breasted long gown, a half-height silk bowler hat, and a black civilized cane, looking over, the policeman immediately put away his short stick, stood up straight, folded his legs together, and gave a salute:

　　”Good noon, sir.

　　”Can I help you?”

　　Feeling rather mixed, Klein nodded gently:

　　”Is there no carriage here?”

　　”The Governor’s Office has ruled that no carriages are allowed on this street; you’ll have to walk to the street in front of you.” The policeman explained with trepidation and enthusiasm.

　　”Thank you.” Klein casually praised, “You speak Rune well.”

　　The policeman was surprised to the point of being a little excited:

　　”I think, I think, it’s a necessary, necessary quality to be a good police officer.”

　　He wanted to say I think I’m a Ruin as well, but was afraid the gentleman across from him would get angry at that.

　　Klein exhaled darkly and walked slowly toward the street.

　　He saw along the way that the local style of dress was very different from continental cities such as Berkland and Tingen, and even from ports such as Damir and Bansi, which had been colonized for over two hundred years:

　　Decent people from Rouen wore gowns, high hats, bow ties, and carried civilized staffs that made the people around them coy, not daring to look directly at them or touch them, and the rest of the natives or mixed bloods, preferred jacket-style thick coats with wide-legged baggy pants and duck-tongued hats from the continent, disliked the color black, and revered teal, coffee, and light grey, which did seem a bit odd to Klein, but it also gave him a full sense of having come to the the feeling of being in a foreign country.

　　Of course, the higher status natives and mestizos were imitating what the Ruins wore, believing it to be a sign of civilization.

　　……

　　Two o’clock in the afternoon, the “Swordfish Bar,” a recognized gathering place for adventurers.

　　There weren’t many drinkers at this time, and Klein easily made his way through the tables to reach the bar.

　　He found that the most different thing between this place and the others was that there were three blackboards supported by wooden frames on the side of the bar, on which were pasted a white and yellow bulletin with various and strange contents, from hiring a bodyguard, to requesting help in searching for someone, to investigating the situation of a certain island, to offering a high price for the head of a certain pirate, to claiming that he had obtained a treasure map and wanted to form a team, in a word, in the Rune Kingdom proper had been divided up between private investigators and security companies matters still belonged to adventurers here.

　　”A Zarha.” Klein tapped the bar surface.

　　It was a locally produced ale, cheap, flavorful, and popular with adventurers, as Klein had learned from Danez “The Flame”.

　　”Three pence.” The bartender casually glanced at the customer, and there was no change in attitude just because the other party’s face was unfamiliar.

　　After getting his beer, Klein sat down on a high chair in front of the bar, taking small sips and quietly listening to the surrounding drinkers chatting so as to look for valuable targets.

　　After nearly an hour, the bar patrons became more numerous and Klein finally heard something that might be useful to talk about.

　　His spirits lifted and he became more and more focused.

　　The table less than 3 meters from him had four people sitting at it, lamenting a man named Winter:

　　”I always thought Winter had gone to sea, but I didn’t realize that he had been at home, very ill.”

　　”Alas, if I had gone to knock on the door two days earlier, he would not have died; you have no idea how horrible it was in the room; mushrooms were growing all over his body, one after the other, white.”

　　”Shit! Don’t talk about it! Can’t you see I’m eating sausage?”

　　”Okay okay, there were bugs all over Winter’s room, moths, flies, butterflies, bees, cockroaches, the storm was on, I couldn’t believe this was a place where humans lived, and the cops that came in the back were freaking out!”

　　……

　　A conversation reached his ears, Klein frowned slightly, thinking that Winter’s death wasn’t quite normal, within a few days of his death, his body was covered in mushrooms, and there were all sorts of insects flying and crawling around the room.

　　Something to do with the Transcendental Incident? This level of abnormality, the police will certainly be reported to the “substitution of punishment” team …… sounds like three or four days ago, should have been dealt with …… Klein seriously considered whether to go to see. He considered whether he should go and take a look, at least the man called Winter, alone in Bayam as an adventurer, and no companions want to pass the news of his death for him.

　　After a long time on the sidelines, he had a tentative idea of where Winter was renting, in the nearby apartment at 47 Blackhorn Street.

　　Drinking the last of his Zarha beer, Klein put on his hat, left the bar, and headed straight for the apartment.

　　Once inside the front door, he half closed his eyes and whispered to himself:

　　”The room where someone just recently died.”

　　Seven times in a row, Klein utilized his cane and conveniently made his way outside the room where Winter had previously resided.

　　It hadn’t been re-rented out yet, the anomalies inside had been dealt with, and nothing looked out of place.

　　Klein collected the note pad he used to open the door, backhandedly locked the door to the room, and took a careful turn.

　　After confirming the situation, he took out pure essential oils, powdered herbs and special candles, and quickly set up a “psychic ritual” in front of the bed.

　　Although it had been several days, and only the most superficial, incoherent and residual information could be obtained, Klein thought that something was better than nothing.

　　No doubt he was still praying to himself, and proceeded to enter above the gray mist, responding and granting psychic powers.

　　The candle’s flame suddenly drew up, taking on an eerie blue hue as it wavered.

　　Kraven felt everything go quiet, as if he had arrived in a realm that was not part of reality.

　　His pupils were filled with pure black, and even the whites of his eyes were removed.

　　Without the need to use the technique of “dream divination”, he had already been promoted to “faceless man”, and with the help of the gray mist that initially entered reality, he directly saw the residual, unwilling to dissipate thoughts of Winter’s spirituality.

　　There were three images, one is tall and thin, black hair slightly curly, features more profound Wint came to a discarded body, shocked to see above the luster flickering, cohesion of a piece of green gemstone full of the breath of life; the second is Wint lying on the bed, his eyes tightly closed, his mouth slightly open, the surface of the skin grew all sorts of mushrooms, surrounded by cockroaches and moths a bunch of piles, and in his chest, there is a silver necklace, the pendant is the same as the previous pendant, the necklace is the same as the previous pendant. necklace, the pendant was the very same lime green gemstone from before, and three was a young flaxen haired girl with clean features and watery eyes, who was sitting on the beach, surrounded by Winter’s reluctant voice:

　　”Rene, I’m dying, I’m so sorry, I regret never telling you, I love you, I want you to marry me …….”

　　The image shattered, the seance ended, and Klein looked around the room, realizing that there was still obscurity and gloom remaining in the house.

　　This guy is really unlucky …… Klein shook his head and sighed.

　　He had tentatively grasped the reason for Winter’s death, which was picking things up indiscriminately:

　　The vast majority of Extraordinary People did not know about Extraordinary Characteristic Imperishability and the Law of Conservation, and did not even think that their dead kind could also analyze their characteristics and become materials, and this process was relatively slow and easy to miss, so after they killed the Extraordinary People, they tended to scavenge them once more and throw away their corpses, which was cheaper for passersby like Wynter or creatures in the undersea wilderness.

　　Wynter didn’t realize it was the Extraordinary Property and thought it was a magical gem, so he got it into a necklace and stored it close to his body, only to slowly be affected by the contamination and die in agony.

　　Note 1: This is the British East India Company’s shit in India, no less than a bureaucratic empire, in this area should have all, when I read the information before laughed me to death.