Standing behind the door was a shirtless man with a ferocious blue-green sea snake tattooed on his arm. There were short stripes of red paint on the sides of his cheeks, chest and abdomen, in groups of three.

It's really exotic... But aren't you afraid of being too conspicuous and being stopped by the police when you go out? You are a secretive resistance army! Klein was about to look away, but he almost frowned at the other person's rough eyebrows and cold-blooded eyes.

Killed many people... Klein made a rough judgment based on his spiritual intuition.

Frankly speaking, because of his identity and cognition in his previous life, he initially had great sympathy for the rebels against colonial rule, without any awareness of being a Loen person. But after hearing that the rebels were almost the same as the followers of the "Sea God" Kalvetuwa, he became more wary and repulsive.

This is not to say that there is discrimination against local beliefs, but according to his understanding, the traditional beliefs of all colonized islands remain at the primitive sacrificial stage, advocating blood food and living sacrifices, and are in a very ignorant state.

In addition, based on the Great Emperor's experience and my own experience, the extraordinary nature of this world has elements of madness and distortion. It is basically impossible for the "gods" who are still in the primitive sacrificial stage to resist this trend. The style can be imagined... Klein did not speak, followed Danitz's side, and walked into the room.

"Edmonton, who's here?" A mellow voice came from the window.

The tattooed man said as he closed the door:

“They were camouflaged.”

At this time, Klein had already taken in the situation in the room and had a preliminary understanding.

The living room here is not big. It looks cramped with just a cabinet, a table and a few chairs.

There were two doors on the right that led to what was suspected to be a bedroom, and on the left was a "kitchen" separated by cabinets. As for the bathroom, there was undoubtedly none. When Klein went upstairs, he discovered that there was a public bathroom at the corner of the stairs on each floor. The smell of something that had not been cleaned for a long time filled the air, urging passers-by to go upstairs and enter the house as soon as possible.

There was a window right in front of him, with two bamboo poles sticking out, with a lot of clothes hanging out to dry.

There were four or five men standing or sitting at the door of the "bedroom" and in the living room. They were all locals with dark skin and slightly curly black hair. They wore dark blue Taraba shirts and had more or less red paint smeared on their exposed skin. As for the sea snake tattoo, Klein could not see whether it existed because it was blocked by the clothes.

Some of them had revolvers on their waists, some held brown-red hunting rifles, and some even carried gray-white steel backpacks and held thick high-pressure steam rifles, forming a semi-encirclement of Danitz and Klein who were just starting out.

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

He had a shaved head and had blue beard on both sides of his cheeks. His dark brown eyes were restrained and seemed to be calm.

He glanced at the visitor and slowly smiled:

"Flames."

Danitz was stunned for a moment, then forced a smile and said:

"Karat, you have a really good eye."

Bullshit! Are my makeup and makeover skills really that bad? He roared in his heart, unwilling to accept it.

Karat ignored the insincere compliment from Lieyan and laughed:

"I heard you killed 'Steel' and 'Red Thorn'?"

"Otherwise, how could they die?" Danitz asked without hesitation.

Karat narrowed his eyes and slowly shifted his gaze to Klein, who had a nondescript face.

He knew very well that it would be difficult to kill "Flame" Danitz alone, not to mention "Steel" McVitie, even "Crimson Thorn" Huntley. It was rumored that the other party was able to succeed because he had received help from a powerful adventurer and experienced bounty hunter.

Is it the person next to him? Karat looked into Klein's eyes and did not detect any nervousness, worry, or vigilance. His eyes were like a deep ocean.

It is very likely... at least stronger than "Flame"! He winked at Edmonton and others, secretly raising his guard.

"What are you doing here?" Karat didn't dwell on the previous topic.

Danitz subconsciously glanced at Klein, and after seeing his affirmative nod, he replied:

"Look what good stuff you have."

Karat pointed at the table and said:

“It’s all up there.”

There were many strangely shaped objects placed there, including whistles made of bones, simple and crude bagpipes, iron-black leaves, and stones stained with blood...

Without waiting for Klein and Danitz to examine him, Karat clapped his hands and said:

“I have a mission.

"If you can complete it, you are free to choose an item from here without paying anything."

He laughed and added:

"According to the definition of you outsiders, they are not magical items, but they all have some supernatural power. It's just that they will slowly, well, not too slowly weaken until they disappear."

"What mission?" Klein asked calmly, not hiding the fact that Danitz was just a follower.

Karat reached into the blanket on his knees and pulled out a stack of white papers:

“Find out where they are.

"If you can catch it directly, you will get more."

He raised his arms and began to display vivid portraits, including one of a woman with gray eyes wearing a men's shirt.

Laticia Dora... Klein recognized who the rebels were looking for at a glance.

She was the female archaeologist and adventurer he met last night and was on the same ship with him this morning. She was suspected to be a member of the "Moss Ascetic Order" or the "Elemental Dawn".

Danitz looked at it carefully for two seconds and felt vaguely familiar.

Suddenly, he remembered where he had seen it:

Gehrman Sparrow beside him had shown it in his dream!

He had just asked the captain in the afternoon, and encountered a related incident in the evening...Isn't this ability to collect intelligence too strong? Danitz resisted the urge and did not look at the crazy adventurer next to him, fearing that Karat and Edmonton would discover something unusual.

He is quite experienced in this regard.

The rebels who believe in the "Sea God" are looking for Laetitia... The belief in the "Sea God" is spread throughout the Rorsted Archipelago, including Simim... A snake appeared last night... The image of the "Sea God" is a giant sea snake... Klein put the two things together and quickly made a preliminary judgment:

Archaeologist Laticia and others found an important item related to the "Poseidon" in a forgotten temple in the primitive jungle of Simim Island, which led to last night's test and the rebels' search!

Klein thought for a moment and replied perfunctorily:

"I'll keep an eye on that."

I won’t get involved in matters related to evil spirits. Of course, if necessary, I will report it… He added silently in his heart.

Karat nodded and said:

"See if there's anything you want first."

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

There was a short sword made of slender bones, slightly longer than the forearm, milky white in color with a few deep dark red markings.

Inspiration that can touch me... Klein stretched out his right hand, trying to pick up the bone sword with a sharp tip and examine it carefully.

As soon as his fingers touched the bone sword, desperate and painful screams suddenly reverberated in his mind. A strong stench of blood faintly emerged from his nose, and he seemed to see twisted, rotten, and mucus-wrapped phantom figures in front of his eyes.

Klein felt a sharp pain on his forehead, as if pricked by a needle, and he subconsciously retracted his finger.

It’s a bit weird... It’s not a simple object... Klein, who had experienced stronger things before, only had a slight change in his expression.

He resisted the urge to use his clairvoyance, fearing that he might see something he shouldn't.

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

"This bone sword can suck the blood of the enemy, which is pretty good. Do you want it?"

A bit proactive... Klein frowned slightly, then relaxed his brows, and said in a deep voice:

"No, there's nothing here that I want."

If Karat hadn't asked, he would have planned to buy the bone sword and take it to the Gray Mist to study it, but the other party's proactive sales pitch made him wary, so he rationally gave up his original plan.

Karat clasped his hands and said:

“It’s not expensive.

"Or look at something else?"

“No need.” Klein’s pupils shrank suddenly, and he turned around and walked towards the door.

Danitz hesitated for a moment, then hurried to follow.

Edmonton, who had a sea snake tattoo on his arm, watched in silence, as if he would reach out to stop it at any time, but in the end he took no action.

He was the powerful adventurer who killed "Iron" McVitie, "Bloody Thorn" Huntley and others!

After leaving the room, Klein walked downstairs without saying a word. Danitz quickly followed him, feeling inexplicably frightened.

He understood the situation, didn't ask, just followed.

The two men quickly returned to the square, and the crowd that had gathered again, either kneeling or crawling, dispersed and hid again.

But unlike before, there was a man who was still kneeling there, not moving.

Klein walked straight past without even stopping.

Danitz took a subconscious look and found that the man's face was as dry as a long-weathered rock.

Bang!

A piece of flesh on the man's cheek suddenly fell off, and a piece of bearded skin fell to the ground, gray in color.

He seemed to have lost all water.

Danitz was startled and no longer dared to look around. He felt that things had become strange and dangerous without him noticing.

The two men walked through the streets, left the area, and got into a hired carriage.

The driver was obviously a local, about forty years old, with a cheerful smile and was very likable.

But along the way, he didn't say a word, and the silence made Danitz's heart beat like a drum.

Klein pursed his lips and remained silent.

The horse-drawn carriage soon arrived at the dock area. Because he needed to change his attire, Danitz asked it to stop far away from Lemon Street.

After getting off the carriage, Klein didn't pay the fare or stop, and walked away directly, leaving Danitz stunned.

He threw two soles to the driver and hurriedly chased after German Sparrow.

After chasing for a few steps, he unconsciously looked back and saw the driver kneeling down with a fanatical and pious look on his face. He fell to the ground, kissing the place where Klein had just stepped while crying.