Part 3 the traveler chapter 50 the “foreign” lord

　　Turning into one of the two main streets, a new-faced Klein went straight to the green mailbox and took a letter from his coat pocket that he had already prepared.

　　This is his imitation of the official format of the police department to write a “death notice”, sent to the sheriff of the port town of Simeon, the content of the local residents of the Wente in Bayam sudden death of disease news.

　　When he decides to do this play, Klein has already formulated a plan to make sure that things will go smoothly, not go off track, and not cause irreparable harm to the girl, Rene.

　　His plan was to use the “Sleeping Charm” to disguise the real play as a dream, so that if the girl Rui Ni did not have love for Wente and directly rejected his confession, she would not feel guilty when she heard of the other party’s death, but at most feel scared, which could be effectively appeased by going to church for prayer and confession.

　　If the girl, Ruini, was equally fond of Winter and responded to the confession, the dream as a reason would help Klein get off the hook, and the subsequent notification of the death would cut through Ruini’s expectations without having a more dire effect on her future life.

　　”But even so, it’s still a bit cruel, no matter what kind of women, facing something like a dream confession of a favorite boy after his death, they must be grief-stricken and unable to get over it for a long time.

　　”Well …… if nothing is done, when the news of Winter’s death comes back normally, Rui Ni is bound to be unusually sad as well, just not necessarily that serious, but that knot in her heart will perhaps never be untied, and will spend her whole life obsessing over whether Winter went out on the adventure in the first place in order to chase the future of the two of them or whether he simply Not liking herself ……

　　”It’s not bad to have things wrapped up like this, and when she’s eased her hurt, she’ll approach her future life with that tenderness of having been truly loved.

　　”Alas, no matter what, forcing your way into someone else’s life for the sake of playing, so that innocents are affected in some way, even if you have the fulfillment of your heart’s desire as an excuse, is not a truly kind thing to do, and true to Roselle’s words, the further the Extraordinary Pathway goes, the more there is a twisted and sinister feel to it, and the ‘Playing Laws ‘ may not not be a catalyst …… I can only do my best to minimize that effect ……” After dropping off the letter, Klein exhaled and, with a featureless native face, headed for the town’s the only inn in the town.

　　On the way, he summarized his experience, that is, “disguise yourself as another person and get feedback” should be the main clause of the “Faceless Code”, second only to “you can disguise yourself as anyone, but only as yourself”. “.

　　Some Faceless Men might have blocked out Winter’s death for this role, agreed to Rene’s confession, spent a year or two falling in love, getting married, having children, and then, unencumbered by the ties of this identity, remembering who they are, and leaving in the cold… …In this process, if there has been no exposure, the magic potion is almost digested …… But I really can’t do it ah! Can t get past myself at all, I can only play the game …… Klein let out a sigh of inexplicable awe.

　　He shook his head and laughed silently to himself:

　　”What the extraordinary must always fight against is not only danger and insanity, but also all sorts of evil thoughts originating from themselves, as well as the gravitational pull of depravity that will sink them if they are not careful ……

　　”Even so, at the end of the day, one might likewise be contaminated by the abyss and become the kind of ‘monster’ one has sworn to remove, alas ……”

　　Collecting his thoughts, Klein stepped into the inn and said to the owner behind the counter:

　　”An ordinary room.”

　　The slim boss looked up and said:

　　”Valid identification documents.”

　　How can I have one with my freshly pinched face? Klein smiled sarcastically:

　　”Forgot to carry it.”

　　”Then you can’t stay, it’s our town’s rules.” The owner re-buried his head, calculating the day’s income and expenses.

　　Klein pulled out a 1 Soule bill and pushed it over as if nothing had happened.

　　The boss’s eyes widened at once:

　　”No, no, put it away! I don’t want to be locked up by the sheriff!

　　”Get out, get out, you undocumented filth.”

　　Klein was slightly stunned to be kicked out of the hotel, unable to believe that the almighty money had just lost its usefulness.

　　After a few seconds of contemplation, he turned into an unoccupied alley and transformed back into the profoundly five-faced Germaine Sparrow.

　　Klein reentered the inn, tapped the countertop, and spoke in Rune with a Becklander accent:

　　”A room.”

　　The owner looked up and instantly dropped the items in his hands, nodding and smiling as he stood up:

　　”Good.

　　”Do you need a room with a view of the sea, or something quieter?”

　　He switched to broken, spice-scented Rune, and made no further mention of identification.

　　It’s such a realistic world …… Klein belted out a polite response:

　　”Quiet.”

　　”Yes, yes, okay.” The owner responded in a loud voice.

　　Then, he called out to the waiter to guard the counter, took the key himself, and led Klein towards the second floor:

　　”Sir, how many days do you need to stay? Each night is 1 Soule and 5 pence.”

　　”Tonight.” Klein, somewhat unable to bear the enthusiasm, answered curtly.

　　The luxury suite he and Danez had stayed in at the Azure Breeze was five sesterces a night.

　　There was no doubt that the room chosen by the owner was clean and tidy, and the dampness common to harbor hotels was largely absent, so Klein looked around and nodded in satisfaction:

　　”Excellent.”

　　”It’s my pleasure.” The owner fawned with obvious awe.

　　Klein put down his luggage, rested for a while, and got up to rejoin the ground floor, ready to fix dinner.

　　The entire first floor, except for the counter, was cluttered with multiple tables, all with slightly greasy surfaces, and in a corner location, a fireplace blazed, radiating light and heat.

　　The Rothschild Islands were on the southern side, and the lowest winter temperature was around 10 degrees, but for the locals, it was still cold weather that required a fire.

　　Klein casually found a seat and ordered a local specialty of roasted meat and mushroom soup with chanterelles, while his main course was potato bread.

　　As he waited, he quietly scanned the diners in the restaurant, his eyes instinctively landing on a lady.

　　The lady had black hair tied up in a simple bun and a pair of very distinctive greenish-gray eyes, and her looks were of a durable type that grew more and more flavorful the more he looked at her.

　　She was obviously not of the local race, but wore a man’s shirt with a thick teal jacket, and a round-brimmed hat with a dip in the center rested in her hand.

　　It was the more common adventurer’s dress on the high seas, as were the three men at the same table, and had the distinctive features of sun and rain.

　　Klein never hid his admiration for beautiful women, but it wasn’t their looks that caught his attention.

　　There was a strong atmosphere of discrimination against women on the sea, and the women who could make a certain position in the adventurer and pirate corps were either very scheming, strong, or both, and were the ones who had to be careful and watch out!

　　There are fresher mud spots on their leather boots …… coming back within the jungle just now? Oh, what adventurers …… Klein made a preliminary judgment based on some clues.

　　If these four adventurers are coming from Bayam by boat, even if they have stepped in the sewage before and touched the silt, the traces should have dried up long ago, and the road inside the town is still quite neat because it hasn’t rained in the past two days, just a little bit of dust, eliminating these two possibilities, there is only the other party returning from exploring the jungle in the countryside as an explanation.

　　Klein had heard before that many adventurers would go deep into the primitive forests of the colonized islands to look for abandoned and forgotten pagan temples or altars, those places often had ancient offerings of gold and jewels, only to be buried in unattended and unknown places for various reasons, and there was no lack of legends of whoever returned from jungle adventures full of overnight riches within the pubs of the various islands.

　　Those places may have evil spirits wandering …… might as well hunt pirates, or at least get the appropriate information in advance …… Klein withdrew his gaze and concentrated on waiting for food.

　　The seven churches categorized the various deities in the original beliefs of the colonies as evil spirits, but Klein thought that there should be a Part 1n there that belonged to nature spirits.

　　After a while, the special grilled meat was brought up, they were cut into many small pieces and skewered on wooden sticks, the surface was coated with brownish-red sauce, the aroma was rich and the color was attractive.

　　It is a little bit like the kebabs in the previous life …… In Ruen, it is all a large piece of meat and a large piece of meat that is grilled, and only after grilling is it divided by the chef …… Here, the way is more flavorful …… Klein picked up a wooden skewer and Bite a piece of meat down, only to feel that the meat juice is slightly overflowing, and the salty flavor is slightly sweet.

　　It is my favorite type! He nodded in satisfaction.

　　This meal, Klein was quite satisfied, and even tasted the local “Gulu Tree Sap”, which was a specialty drink, like lemonade with sugar and milk.

　　Back in the room, because last night’s hunting, did not sleep all night, he washed up early, extinguished the fireplace, into the bed.

　　And one of the inevitable problems with going to bed too early was waking up in the middle of the night to pee.

　　Klein’s beautiful dream was interrupted, and he opened his eyes, little by little accumulating the courage to lift the comforter.

　　It was eight or nine degrees Celsius in the middle of the night in Simeon, which was quite cold as far as the physical sensation was concerned.

　　After lying still for a while, Klein stretched out his arm and silently retracted it.

　　After a few seconds of thought, he once again reached out and picked up the “sun brooch” on the bedside table.

　　Although this only provides the mental summer heat, the substance does not provide heat, but at least can deceive himself, now not cold.

　　Klein moved out of the comforter and headed straight for the bathroom in the room.

　　He squinted his eyes and soothed the pressure in his lower abdomen.

　　With everything finished, he pulled on his pants and prepared to wash his hands when inspiration suddenly triggered.

　　Frowning slightly, Klein raised his eyes to the lavatory vent.

　　Suddenly, something dark and slippery fell and hung there.

　　It was a poisonous snake with a spitting core!

　　Startled, Klein opened his mouth and made a sound:

　　”Bang!”

　　The viper took a tragic hit and turned into two.

　　What had happened? Klein stared for a few seconds, and when he saw no more movement, he stepped out of the washroom and pulled out a gold coin from his clothing pocket.