Turning into one of the two main streets, Klein, with a changed face, went straight to the green mailbox and took out a letter he had prepared long ago from his pocket.

This was a "death notice" he wrote in the format of a police station document. It was sent to the sheriff of the port town of Simim, and the content was the news that Winter, a local resident, had died of a sudden illness in Bayam.

When he decided to do this role-playing, Klein had already formulated a corresponding plan to ensure that things would proceed smoothly, not deviate from the track, and not cause irreparable harm to the girl Rui Ni.

His plan was to use the "sleeping spell" to disguise the real performance as a dream. In this way, if the girl, Ruthie, had no love for Winter and directly rejected his confession, she would not feel any guilt when she heard about his death afterwards. At most, she would feel scared, which could be effectively appeased by going to church to pray and confess.

If the girl, Klein, also liked Winter and responded to his confession, the dream would help Klein get out of the situation, and the subsequent death notice would cut off Klein's expectations and prevent a negative impact on her future life.

“But even so, it’s still a bit cruel. No matter what kind of woman she is, if she faces something like the boy she likes confessing his love to her in her dreams after his death, she will definitely be heartbroken and unable to let it go for a long time.

"Well...if we do nothing, when the news of Winter's death comes back normally, Rui Ni will definitely be very sad, but it may not be that serious. However, the knot in her heart may never be untied. She will be entangled for the rest of her life whether Winter went out on adventures to pursue their future together or simply didn't like her...

“It’s not a bad idea to end things this way. When she has eased her pain, she will treat her future life with the tenderness of having been truly loved.

“Well, no matter what, for the sake of acting, I forcibly intervene in other people’s lives and let innocent people be affected to a certain extent. Even if I use the excuse of fulfilling my wish, it is not a truly kind thing. It’s just like what Roselle said. The further you go in the Extraordinary Path, the more twisted and evil it feels. ‘Acting’ may not be a catalyst... I can only try my best to minimize this influence...” After delivering the letter, Klein exhaled, and with a featureless local face, he walked towards the only hotel in the town.

On the way, he summed up his experience, that is, "truly disguising yourself as another person and getting feedback" should be the main clause of the "Faceless Man Code", second only to "you can disguise yourself as anyone, but only yourself."

If it were some "faceless men", they might have kept the news of Winter's death secret for this role, agreed to Kristen's confession, spent one to two years dating, marrying, and having children with her, and then, without being bound by this identity or any other relationship, remembering who they were, and leaving coldly... During this process, if they had not been exposed, the potion would have almost been digested... But I really couldn't do it! I couldn't get past this level, so I could only play by the rules... Klein sighed, inexplicably afraid.

He shook his head and laughed at himself silently:

"Extraordinaries must constantly fight not only danger and madness, but also all kinds of evil thoughts that come from themselves, and the gravity of depravity that will sink them if they are not careful...

"Even so, in the end, I might be contaminated by the abyss and become the kind of 'monster' I vowed to eliminate. Sigh..."

After collecting his thoughts, Klein entered the hotel and said to the boss behind the counter:

"A normal room."

The thin boss looked up and said:

"A valid identification document."

How could there be such a thing on my newly pinched face? Klein smiled awkwardly:

“I forgot to bring it.”

"Then you can't stay here. This is the rule of our town." The boss lowered his head again and calculated today's income and expenditure.

Klein took out a 1-sol note and pushed it over as if nothing had happened.

The boss' eyes widened immediately:

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

"Get out, get out, you dirty bastard with no ID."

Klein was kicked out of the hotel in shock. He couldn't believe that the almighty money had just lost its effect.

After a few seconds of hesitation, he turned into an empty alley and transformed back into Gehrman Sparrow with his deep features.

Klein returned to the hotel, tapped the counter, and said in Loenese with Backlund's accent:

"A room."

The boss looked up, put down the items in his hands, stood up, nodded and smiled:

“Okay, okay.

"Do you need a room with a sea view or a quiet room?"

He switched to broken Loenese, which was heavily flavored with spices, and did not mention the matter of identification again.

This is truly a realistic world... Klein muttered inwardly and responded politely:

"Quiet."

"Yes, yes, okay." The boss responded repeatedly.

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

"How long do you need to stay, sir? It's 1 soli and 5 pence per night."

"Tonight." Klein couldn't stand this enthusiasm and answered briefly.

In the "Blue Wind" hotel, he and Danitz stayed in a luxury suite, which cost 5 soli a night.

There was no doubt that the room the boss had chosen was clean and tidy, and there was basically no dampness common in port hotels. Klein looked around and nodded with satisfaction.

“Excellent.”

"It's my honor." The boss flattered with obvious fear.

Klein put down his luggage, rested for a while, and then went back downstairs to prepare for dinner.

The entire first floor, except for the counter, is cluttered with tables, all of which have slightly greasy surfaces. In the corner, a fireplace is burning, emitting light and heat.

The Rorsted Islands are located in the south, and the lowest temperature in winter is only around 10 degrees Celsius, but for the locals, this is still cold weather that requires warming by the fire.

Klein found a random seat and sat down. He ordered a plate of local barbecue and mushroom soup, and potato bread as the main course.

While waiting, he quietly scanned the diners in the restaurant, and his eyes instinctively fell on a lady.

This lady has black hair that is simply tied up and a pair of very distinctive blue-gray eyes. Her appearance is the kind that is pleasing to the eye and becomes more attractive the more you look at her.

She was obviously not a local, but she was wearing a men's shirt, a brown thick jacket, and a round-brimmed hat with a dent in the middle next to her.

This is a common adventurer's outfit on the sea. The three men at the same table also have the same outfit, with obvious signs of being exposed to the sun and rain.

Klein never concealed the fact that he admired beautiful ladies, but it was not her appearance that caught his attention.

There is a strong atmosphere of discrimination against women on the sea. Women who can gain a certain status among adventurers and pirate groups are either very scheming and resourceful, or very powerful, or both. They are objects that must be treated with caution and guarded against!

There were fresh spots of mud on their leather boots... Did they just come back from the jungle? Haha, they are really adventurers... Klein made a preliminary judgment based on some clues.

If the four adventurers had come from Bayam by boat, even if they had stepped into sewage and mud before, the traces should have dried up long ago. The roads in the town were clean and tidy because it hadn't rained in the past two days, but there was some dust. Excluding these two possibilities, the only explanation left was that they had returned from exploring the jungle in the suburbs.

Klein had heard before that many adventurers would go deep into the primeval forests on colonial islands to look for abandoned and forgotten pagan temples or altars. Those places often contained gold and jewels that were worshipped in ancient times, but later they were buried in unknown places for various reasons. In the bars of each island, there were many legends about who had returned with a lot of wealth from jungle adventures and became rich overnight.

There might be evil spirits lingering in those places... It would be better to hunt pirates. At least I can get the relevant information in advance... Klein retracted his gaze and concentrated on waiting for food.

The seven major churches classified the various gods in the original beliefs of the colonies as evil spirits, but Klein believed that some of them should be natural spirits.

After a while, the special barbecue was served. They were cut into many small pieces, skewered on wooden sticks, and coated with brown-red sauce. They had a rich aroma and attractive color.

It was a bit like the barbecue skewers in my previous life... In Loen, they grilled large chunks of meat, and only cut them up after they were grilled did the chef cut them up... The way they did it here was more flavorful... Klein picked up a wooden skewer and bit off a piece of meat. He could feel the gravy overflowing, and the salty aroma was slightly sweet.

It's my type! He nodded with satisfaction.

Klein was quite satisfied with the meal and even tasted the local "Gulu tree sap", a special drink that was like lemonade with sugar and milk.

Back in the room, he washed up early because he had not slept all night hunting, turned off the fireplace, and got into bed.

However, if you go to bed too early, there will inevitably be a problem, which is that you will be woken up in the middle of the night by the urge to urinate.

Klein's sweet dream was interrupted. He opened his eyes and gradually gathered up the courage to lift the quilt.

The temperature in Ximim at midnight was about ** degrees Celsius, which was considered cold in terms of physical sensation.

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

After thinking for a few seconds, he reached out again and picked up the "Sun Brooch" on the bedside table.

Although this only provides a spiritual hot summer and does not actually provide heat, at least you can deceive yourself that it is not cold now.

Klein got out of bed and headed straight for the bathroom in the room.

He narrowed his eyes and relieved the pressure in his lower abdomen.

When everything was done, he pulled up his pants and prepared to wash his hands, when inspiration suddenly struck him.

Klein frowned slightly and looked towards the bathroom vent.

Suddenly, something black and slippery fell down and hung there.

This is a poisonous snake spitting out its core!

Klein was startled, opened his mouth, and made a sound:

"Bang!"

The poisonous snake was hit and broke into two pieces.

What happened? Klein stared for a few seconds. Seeing no movement, he walked out of the bathroom and took out a gold coin from his pocket.

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