The texture of the combbill fish is definitely not as good as that of the merman, but the various spices are mixed but not messy, and the distinct layers of characteristics still make Klein quite impressed. He just wants to eat more and can't stop eating.
“In fact, if there are really Beyonders in this area who want to quit dangerous circles and live an ordinary life, they can open a Rorsted-style restaurant in Backlund, specializing in similar grilled fish. With the tolerance of a big city, business will definitely not be bad. The only problem is that the prices of many spices will definitely not be as cheap as here. The cost will be very high, and the target group must be well positioned…” Klein put down his rather rough pair of chopsticks and wiped his mouth with a napkin while thinking aimlessly.
In his opinion, oftentimes ordinary people cannot find ways to get rich because they lack vision. However, vision is confined by one's education and daily experiences, and is bound by the class one is in. It is really difficult to break free from it. If one wants to break this limitation, the most effective way is to do one's utmost to pursue a better and higher level of education. The second most effective way is to dare to take risks and go everywhere. Of course, this is very risky, and many people have died silently on this road.
Klein spent 2 soli and 5 pence on this meal, which was not cheap, but he was always willing to spend money on delicious food, and the main expenses recently had been covered by Danitz.
Pulling up his collar and putting on his hat, he walked out of Old John's Restaurant carrying a black cane and saw a police officer driving away homeless people on the street.
The indigenous people of the Rorsted Islands have darker skin than the people of the southern continent, close to the bronze color of those who often bask in the sun. Their hair is mainly dark black and all naturally slightly curly, which is quite different from the colonists of the Kingdom of Loen.
This place has been completely colonized for less than 50 years. Initially, Rune cooperated with the indigenous princes and chiefs in the name of the Sino-Sonia Company to extract economic benefits, but later the management of the Sino-Sonia Company quickly became corrupt, fighting for power and profit, and even provoking enemies and starting wars for personal gain. The most ridiculous thing is that they also reported each other, claiming that their competitors accepted bribes. For this reason, they each found the congressmen behind them and attacked each other during the parliamentary meeting, and almost went to court. (Note 1)
The local natives certainly couldn't imagine that the big shots who could make the princes and chiefs bow down to them, kiss their shoes, and send them cartloads of gifts were actually small characters who were not even members of parliament in Backlund. Although most of them came from aristocratic families, their inheritance rights were very low.
After that dispute, the king and the prime minister reached an agreement to redeem the shares, end the Sino-Sonia Company, send a fleet and soldiers to fully occupy the Rorsted Islands, and implement real colonial rule.
Currently, the archipelago is governed by the Governor's Office, the Parliament and the Court. The top levels all belong to the Loen people. Some of the middle-level councilors and judges of the magistrates' court are descendants of the original princes and chiefs. The bottom level is open to local educated indigenous people, including police officers below the rank of superintendent.
The one wielding the short stick and driving away the homeless was a local policeman, and his target also had obvious Rorsted racial characteristics.
As soon as he saw Klein, who was wearing a double-breasted frock coat, a half-high silk hat, and holding a black walking stick, looking over, the policeman immediately put away his short stick, stood up straight, put his legs together, and saluted:
"Good afternoon, sir.
"How can I help you?"
Klein felt quite complicated and nodded slightly.
"Is there no carriage here?"
"The Governor's Office stipulates that carriages are not allowed to enter this street. You must walk to the street in front." The policeman explained fearfully but enthusiastically.
“Thank you.” Klein praised casually, “You speak Loenese well.”
The policeman was so surprised that he was a little excited:
"I think, I think, this is a necessary, essential quality to be a good police officer."
He wanted to say that he thought he was also a Loenese, but he was afraid that the gentleman opposite him would be angry.
Klein exhaled secretly and slowly walked towards the street corner.
He saw along the way that the local clothing style was completely different from that of mainland cities such as Backlund and Tingen, and even different from ports such as Damir and Bansi that had been colonized for more than two hundred years:
The respectable people from Loen wore formal attire, tall hats, bow ties, and carried walking sticks, which made people around them timid and afraid to look directly at them or approach them. The rest of the natives or mixed-race people liked thick jackets with wide-legged loose pants and peaked caps from the mainland. They didn't like black and preferred tea, coffee, and light gray. To Klein, this was indeed a bit weird, but it also gave him the feeling of being in a foreign country.
Of course, the indigenous people and mixed-race people of higher status also imitated the Loen people's clothing, believing that this was a manifestation of civilization.
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At two o'clock in the afternoon, the "Swordfish Bar", a recognized gathering place for adventurers.
There weren't many customers at this time, so Klein easily walked through the tables and reached the bar.
He discovered that the biggest difference between this place and other places was that there were three blackboards supported by wooden frames on the side of the bar, on which were posted yellowed white notices. The contents were varied and bizarre. Some were about hiring bodyguards, some were about requesting help in finding someone, some were about investigating the situation on a certain island, some were about offering a high reward for a pirate's head, and some were about claiming that they had obtained a treasure map and wanted to form a team. In short, the affairs that had been divided up by private detectives and security companies in the Kingdom of Loen still belonged to adventurers here.
“A glass of Zarha.” Klein knocked on the bar counter.
This is a locally produced malt beer that is cheap and tastes good. It is loved by adventurers. Klein learned this from Flame Danitz.
"Three pence." The bartender glanced at the customer casually, and his attitude did not change because the other person's face was unfamiliar.
After getting the beer, Klein sat on a high stool in front of the bar, sipping it in small sips and quietly listening to the conversations of the drinkers around him, looking for valuable targets.
After nearly an hour, the bar had more customers, and Klein finally heard a topic that might be useful.
He perked up and became more focused.
There were four people sitting at a table less than three meters away from him, lamenting a man named Winter:
"I had always thought Winter was out at sea, but surprisingly, he has been at home and is very ill."
"Alas, if I had knocked on the door two days earlier, he wouldn't have died. You don't know how horrible the room was. Mushrooms grew on his body, piece by piece, white."
"Shit! Stop it! Can't you see I'm eating sausage?"
"Okay, okay, there are bugs everywhere in Winter's room. There are moths, flies, butterflies, bees, cockroaches, and there is a storm. I can't believe this is where humans live. The police who came later were also scared!"
…
As he heard each word of the conversation, Klein frowned slightly. He felt that Winter's death was not normal. Within a few days of his death, his body was covered with mushrooms, and all kinds of insects were flying and crawling in the room.
Related to the extraordinary incident? The police would definitely report this level of abnormality to the "Manufactured Punishers" team... It sounds like it happened three or four days ago, and everything that needs to be dealt with should have been dealt with... Klein seriously considered whether to go and take a look. At least the man named Winter was alone as an adventurer in Bayam, and no companion wanted to pass on the news of his death.
After listening for a long time, he had a preliminary understanding of where Winter rented, which was Apartment 47, Black Corner Street nearby.
After drinking the last of Zarha beer, Klein put on his hat, left the bar, and headed straight for the apartment.
After entering the gate, he half closed his eyes and whispered to himself:
"A room where someone has recently died."
After repeating this seven times, Klein used his cane to quickly and easily arrive outside the room where Winter had previously lived.
It has not been rented out again, the anomalies inside have been dealt with, and nothing seems to be wrong.
Klein put away the note he used to open the door, locked the door with his backhand, and walked around carefully.
After confirming the situation, he took out items such as hydrosol essential oil, herbal powder and special candles, and quickly set up a "spiritual ceremony" in front of the bed.
Although several days had passed and he could only obtain the most superficial, incoherent, and residual information, Klein believed that some information was better than nothing.
There was no doubt that he was still praying to himself, and then he entered the gray fog, responded, and gave the power of psychic communication.
The candle flame suddenly rose higher, and took on a faint blue hue as it swayed.
Klein felt that everything had become quiet, as if he had arrived in a realm that did not belong to reality.
His pupils were filled with pure black, even the whites of his eyes were eliminated.
No longer needing to use the technique of "dream divination", he, who had been promoted to "Faceless Man", with the help of the gray fog that had initially entered reality, directly saw the remaining thoughts of Winter's spirit that were unwilling to dissipate.
There were three pictures. The first was a picture of a tall and thin man with slightly curly black hair and deep facial features, Winter, who came to a discarded corpse and was shocked to see a shiny glow on it, condensing into a turquoise gem full of life. The second was a picture of Winter lying on the bed, his eyes closed, his mouth slightly turned, various mushrooms growing on the surface of his skin, and piles of cockroaches and moths around him. On his chest was a silver necklace, and the pendant was the turquoise gem from before. The third was a girl with a pretty face and moist eyes, flaxen hair, who was sitting on the beach, surrounded by Winter's unwilling voice:
"Ruini, I'm dying. I regret so much that I never told you that I love you and I want you to marry me..."
The image shattered and the spiritual communication ended. Klein looked around and found that the house was still dark and gloomy.
This guy is so unlucky... Klein shook his head and sighed.
He had initially grasped the cause of Winter's death, which was picking up random things:
Most of the extraordinary people are unaware of the indestructibility and conservation laws of extraordinary characteristics, and have never thought that their dead counterparts can also precipitate characteristics and become materials. Moreover, this process is relatively slow and easy to be missed. Therefore, after killing an extraordinary person, they often loot the body and discard it, leaving it to passers-by like Winter or wild creatures in the sea.
Winter was not aware of the extraordinary properties and thought it was a magical gem, so he made it into a necklace and kept it close to his body. As a result, he was slowly contaminated and died in pain.
Note 1: This is the mess that happened to the British East India Company in India. As expected of a bureaucratic empire, it has everything it should have in this regard. I laughed to death when I read the information before.
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