Part 3 the traveler chapter 55 too much inspiration

　　Standing behind the door was a shirtless man with a hideous greenish-blue sea serpent tattooed on his arm, and short stripes of red oil paint on the sides of his cheeks and on his chest and stomach, in groups of three.

　　Really exotic flavor ah …… but not afraid of being too conspicuous, go out and be blocked by the police? You guys are a resistance force that operates in stealth! Klein was just about to withdraw his eyes, but he was nearly frowned by the other party s thick and straggly eyebrows and cold blooded animal like eyes.

　　Having killed a lot of people …… Klein made a rough judgment based on spiritual intuition.

　　Frankly speaking, because of the identity and knowledge of his past life, he initially had a great deal of sympathy for the rebels of the colonial rule, without the self-consciousness of the Ruins, but after hearing that the other side and the “God of the Sea” Kavituva’s followers almost overlap, his heart turned more into a guarded and repulsive.

　　This is not to discriminate against the local beliefs, but according to his understanding, the traditional beliefs of all the colonized islands are still at the stage of primitive sacrifices, advocating blood food, advocating living sacrifices, in a rather obscurantist state.

　　In addition, in the experience of the great emperor and my own experience, the transcendent nature of this world is crazy and twisted elements, is still in the primitive sacrifice of the “gods” is basically impossible to fight against this tendency, the style can be imagined …… Klein did not say anything, followed the Danez’s flank and walked into the room.

　　”Edmonton, who’s here?” A mellow voice came from the window seat.

　　The tattooed man said as he closed the door:

　　”They made a disguise.”

　　By this time, Klein had taken in the room with an initial grasp.

　　It was not a large living room, and it already seemed cramped with the placement of a cabinet, a table, and a few chairs.

　　There were two doors on the right leading to what looked like a bedroom, and on the left was a “kitchen” separated by cabinets. As for a washroom, there was undoubtedly none, but as Klein ascended the stairs, he noticed that there was a communal washroom at the corner of the stairs on each floor, and the smell of the long unwashed air came out to urge the passers-by to go up the stairs and into the house as soon as possible.

　　Directly in front of a window, two bamboo poles out, drying a lot of clothes.

　　In the doorway of the “bedroom” and in the living room stood or sat four or five men, all of them dark-skinned, dark-haired, slightly curly, of the local race, who wore dark-blue tarpaulin shirts, with more or less red oil paint on their bare skin, as for the sea-serpent tattoo, Klein couldn’t tell if there was any or not because it was covered by the clothes.

　　Some of them had revolvers on their belts, some of them carried brown and red shotguns, some of them even had off-white steel backpacks on their backs, and they were holding long, thick, high-pressure steam rifles, forming a semi-surrounding posture towards Danitz and Klein, who were at the entrance.

　　The man who had just asked the question was a man in an iron wheelchair, in his forties, with blankets on his knees and a jacket.

　　He had a shaved head, a greenish beard on either side of his cheeks, and dark brown eyes so emotionally introspective that they seemed to fluctuate.

　　He glanced at his visitor and slowly broke into a smile:

　　”Blaze.”

　　Daniz froze for a moment and forced a smile:

　　”Karat, you have a good eye.”

　　Shit! Are my make-up alteration skills really that bad? He snarled inwardly, unwilling to accept it.

　　Karat ignored “Flame”‘s not at all sincere praise and turned to laugh:

　　”I heard that you killed ‘Steel’ and ‘Scarlet Thorn’?”

　　”How else would they have died?” Daniz asked back without hesitation.

　　Karat narrowed his eyes, his gaze slowly shifting to Klein, who topped a featureless face.

　　He knew very well that with just “Flame” Danitz, not to mention “Iron” McVittie, even “Scarlet Thorn” Huntley would be difficult to kill. It’s rumored that he was helped by a powerful adventurer and experienced bounty hunter.

　　Is this the one next to him? Karat looked into Klein’s eyes, and didn’t notice any nervousness, worry, or caution, those eyes were like deep oceans.

　　It’s likely that …… at least it’s stronger than the Flame! He winked at Edmonton and the others, secretly raising his guard.

　　”What are you doing here?” Karat didn’t dwell on the topic from earlier.

　　Daniz subconsciously glanced at Klein and replied after seeing an affirmative nod:

　　”To see what you have to offer.”

　　Karat pointed to the table:

　　”It’s all up there.”

　　There were a number of oddly shaped items laid out there, including whistles made of bone, simple and crude bagpipes, blades the color of iron and black, and stones stained with blood ……

　　Not waiting for Klein and Daniz to examine them, Karat clapped his hands and said:

　　”I have a mission.

　　”If you can complete it, you are free to pick an item from here at no cost.”

　　He gave a chuckle and added:

　　”They are not magical items by your Outlander definition, but all have some supernatural power that will just slowly, well, not too slowly, diminish until they disappear.”

　　”What quest?” Klein asked calmly, half-concealing the fact that Danez was just a follower.

　　Karat reached inside the blanket on his lap and pulled out a stack of white papers:

　　”Find out where they are.

　　”You will get more if you can catch them outright.”

　　He raised his arms and began to display a lifelike portrait of a lady with greenish gray eyes and a male shirt.

　　Laetitia Dorella …… Crane recognized at once who the Resistance was trying to find.

　　It was the female archaeologist and adventurer he had met last night and was traveling with this morning, suspected to be a member of the Order of Moss Ascetics or the Elemental Dawn.

　　Danez looked at her for two seconds, but she looked vaguely familiar.

　　Suddenly, he remembered where he had seen him before:

　　Gelman Sparrow, beside him, had shown it in his dream!

　　He had only questioned the captain in the afternoon, and then he encountered a related incident in the evening …… This intelligence gathering ability is too powerful, isn’t it? Danez resisted the urge to look at the crazy adventurer next to him, fearing that Karat and Edmonton would find something unusual in them.

　　In this regard, he is still very experienced.

　　Poseidon’s Resistance in search of Laetitia …… Poseidon’s beliefs are spread throughout the Rothschild Archipelago, including Simeon… …Snakes appeared last night …… The image of Poseidon is that of a giant sea serpent …… Klein overlapped the two events and quickly came to a preliminary judgment. Judgment:

　　Archaeologists Laticia and others in the primitive jungles of the island of Simeon in the forgotten temple of an important item involving the “God of the sea”, so last night’s test and the resistance to find!

　　Klein thought about it and replied perfunctorily:

　　”I’ll keep an eye out.”

　　I won’t mess around with this kind of thing related to evil spirits, of course, if necessary, I will report it …… He silently added two sentences in his heart.

　　Carat nodded and said:

　　”You guys go ahead and see what you want.”

　　Klein walked over and was about to ask while selecting, when he suddenly sensed something in his heart and subconsciously looked to the right side of the pile of items.

　　There was a short sword made of slender bone there, slightly longer than a small arm, creamy white in color, with a few deep patches of dark red.

　　Can touch my inspiration …… Klein reached out his right hand and tried to pick up the bone sword with the sharp front end and examine it closely.

　　As soon as his fingers touched the bone sword, a desperate and agonizing cry suddenly echoed within his mind, a thick, bloody stench vaguely surfaced at the end of his nose, and before his eyes, it was as if he saw a twisted, rotting, slime-covered, illusory figure.

　　Klein s forehead was a pain, like being stabbed by a needle, and he subconsciously retracted his fingers.

　　A little evil ah …… is not a simple item …… Klein, who has had a more intense experience, has only a slight change in expression.

　　He resisted the urge to open the “psychic vision” for fear of seeing something that should not be seen.

　　Noticing this scene, Carat and Edmonton looked at each other and said with a smile:

　　”This bone sword can drain the enemy’s blood, not bad, want it?”

　　A little active …… Klein frowned slightly, then stretched, then said in a deep voice:

　　”No, there’s nothing I want here.”

　　If Karat didn’t ask, he was planning to buy that bone sword and get it to study on Gray Mist, but the other party’s initiative to sell it made him a little wary for a moment, so he rationally gave up his original plan.

　　Karat crossed his arms and said:

　　”It is not expensive.

　　”Or look at the others?”

　　”No.” Crane’s pupils snapped, and he turned his body directly toward the door.

　　Daniz hesitated for a moment and hurriedly followed.

　　Edmonton, who had a sea serpent tattooed on his arm, watched in silence, as if he would reach out at any moment to stop it, but ultimately took no action.

　　He was a powerful adventurer who had killed Steel McVittie and Scarlet Thorn Huntley!

　　Out of the room, Kraven stomped down the stairs without a word, with Danitz chasing after him at a fast pace, inexplicably alarmed.

　　He recognizes the situation and follows without question.

　　The two soon returned to the square, and the crowd that had once again gathered or kneeled or prostrated spread out again to hide.

　　But unlike before, there is a man still kneeling in the same place, did not move.

　　Klein passed by without looking, without pausing at all.

　　Daniz subconsciously glanced at him and realized that the man’s face was as dry as weathered rock.

　　Snap!

　　A piece of flesh on that man’s cheek suddenly fell off, taking pieces of skin with whiskers with it, and fell to the ground, gray in color.

　　His entire body seemed to have lost all moisture.

　　Daniz was startled and no longer dared to look away, only to realize that things had somehow become strange and dangerous.

　　The two men made their way through the streets and out of this part of town and boarded a rented carriage.

　　The driver is obviously local natives, forty years old, smiling and very pleasant.

　　But along the way, he did not say a word, so quiet that Danez’s heart was like a drum.

　　Klein pursed his lips, equally silent.

　　The rental carriage soon arrived at the docklands, and because he had to change his costume, Daniz had it parked away from Sour Lemon Street.

　　Getting out of the carriage, Klein didn’t pay the fare, didn’t stop, and just strutted away, watching Daniz freeze.

　　He threw two soules to the coachman and scrambled to catch up with Germaine Sparrow.

　　After chasing a few steps, he unconsciously looked back, only to see the coachman kneel down with a face full of fervor and devotion, crouching down to the ground and kissing the place where Klein had just stepped on while shedding tears.