The meat quality of the comb fish is definitely not as good as that of the fish man, but the variety of spices is messy but not messy, and the layered characteristics still make Klein quite appreciated, but he still wants to eat it, and he can't stop eating it at all.

"Actually, there are really extraordinary people in the local area who want to quit the dangerous circle and live an ordinary life, they can go to Beckland to open a Roosted style restaurant, specializing in similar grilled fish, with the tolerance of the metropolis, the business will definitely not be bad, the only problem is that the price of many spices is definitely not as cheap as here, the cost will be very high, and the target group must be positioned well......" Klein put down the rather rough pair of chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and thought endlessly.

In his opinion, many times ordinary people can't find a way to get rich, because the vision is not enough, but the vision of this kind of thing, and imprisoned in their own education and daily experience, is bound by the class, it is really difficult to jump out, to break this limitation, do your best to pursue a better and higher level of education is the most effective way, followed by the courage to take risks, everywhere, of course, this is very risky, many people silently died on this road.

Klein used 2 soles and 5 pence for this meal, which was not cheap, but when it came to food, he had always been willing to spend money, and the main expenses of the last month had been contracted by Daniz.

Pulling his collar and putting on his hat, he walked out of Old John's Dining Room with a black cane, just in time to see a police officer driving away the homeless people on the street.

The natives of the Rorsted Islands have a darker complexion than the southern continent race, close to the kind of bronze that often basks in the sun, and their hair is mainly dark and all naturally slightly curly, which is quite different from the colonists of the Kingdom of Rune.

It has been less than 50 years since the land was completely colonized, and at first Rune cooperated with the indigenous princes and chiefs in the name of the Central Sunia Company to extract economic benefits, but then the management of the Central Sunian Company quickly corrupted, fought for power and profit, and even provoked the enemy for personal interests, starting a war, and the most absurd thing is that they also reported each other, saying that competitors were taking bribes, for which they each found the members behind them, attacked each other when the House was in session, and almost went to court. (Note 1)

The natives could not have imagined that the big man who could make the princes and chiefs bend their backs, kiss their shoes, and give cartloads of gifts was a minor role in Beckland that was not even a member of parliament - most of them came from aristocratic families, but the inheritance was very low.

After that dispute, the king and the prime minister agreed to redeem the shares, end the Sino-Sunian company, and send a fleet and soldiers to fully occupy the Rorsted Islands, imposing real colonial rule.

At present, the archipelago is governed by the Governor's Palace, Parliament and the Courts, with the upper echelons all belonging to the Rune, some of the middle ranks, councillors and magistrates who are descendants of the original princely chiefs, and the lower ranks open to the educated natives of the locality, including police officers from the superintendent level.

The bastard-wielding man who drove the homeless man away was a local policeman whose target was also distinctly of the Rorsted race.

As soon as he saw Klein, who was wearing a long double-breasted gown, a half-height silk top hat, and a black civilization staff, 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?"

Klein felt a little complicated, nodded lightly:

"Aren't there any carriages here?"

"The Governor's Palace has decreed that horse-drawn carriages are not allowed to enter this street, and you must go to the street in front of you. The policeman explained with trepidation and enthusiasm.

"Thank you. Klein casually complimented, "You speak Rune well." ”

The policeman was pleasantly surprised:

"I think, I think, that's a must-have, a must-have quality to be a good police officer. ”

He wanted to say that I thought I was also a Rune, but he was afraid that the gentleman on the other side would be angry because of it.

Crane let out a secret sigh and slowly walked to the street.

Along the way, he saw that the local clothing style was completely different from that of mainland cities such as Beckland and Tingen, and even from the ports of Damir and Bansey, which had been colonized for more than 200 years:

The decent people from Rune wore a ceremonial dress, a high hat, a bow tie, and a staff of civilization, so that the people around him were submissive, not daring to look directly and not dare to touch, and the rest of the natives or mixed races, liked the thick jacket of the jacket style with wide legs, and the cap from the mainland, did not like black, and admired brown, coffee and light gray, which was indeed a little strange for Crane, but it also gave him a full feeling of coming to a foreign country.

Of course, the higher status natives and mestizos are also imitating the dress of the Rune, believing that this is a sign of civilization.

............

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the "Swordfish Bar", recognized as a gathering place for adventurers.

There weren't many drinkers at this time, so Crane easily passed through the tables and arrived at the bar.

He found that the most different thing from other places was that there were three blackboards supported by wooden shelves on the side of the bar, and on them were pasted with yellowed white notices, with a variety of contents, such as hiring bodyguards, asking for help in finding someone, investigating the situation on a certain island, offering a high reward for a pirate's head, and claiming to have obtained a treasure map and wanted to form a team.

"A glass of zarha. Klein knocked down the surface of the bar.

It's a homegrown malt beer, inexpensive, flavorful, and popular with adventurers, as Klein learned from Danitz "Blaze".

"3pence. The bartender glanced at the guest casually, and did not change his attitude just because the other person's face was unfamiliar.

Once he had his beer, Klein sat down in a high chair at the bar, sipping one sip at a time, and quietly listened to the chatter of the drinkers around him, looking for worthy targets.

After nearly an hour, the number of guests at the bar increased, and Klein finally heard something that might be useful.

He perked up and became more focused.

There were four people sitting at the table less than 3 meters away from him, and they were lamenting a man named Winter:

"I always thought that Winter was out at sea, but I didn't expect that he was at home all the time and very sick. ”

"Alas, if I had knocked on the door two days earlier, he wouldn't have died, you don't know how terrible it was in the room, and all the mushrooms grew on his corpse, one by one, white. ”

"Shit! Don't you see I'm eating sausages?"

"Okay, okay, Winter's room is full of bugs, moths, flies, butterflies, bees, cockroaches, storms, I can't believe this is a human habit, and the police from behind are scared!"

......

Crane frowned slightly, feeling that Winter's death was not normal, and within a few days of death, the corpse was covered with mushrooms, and there were all kinds of insects flying in the room.

Something about an extraordinary event? An anomaly of this magnitude would definitely be reported to the "Substitute Punishers" team...... It sounds like it was three or four days ago, and everything that should have been dealt with should have been dealt with...... Klein seriously considered whether he should go and see if he wanted to see the man named Winter, who was alone as an adventurer in Byam, and who had no companions who wanted to pass on the news of his death.

After listening for a long time, he got a preliminary grasp of the place where Winter rented, which was in the apartment at 47 Noire Point Street nearby.

Drinking the last of his Zarja beer, Klein put on his hat and left the bar and headed straight for the apartment.

Entering the door, he half-closed his eyes and whispered to himself:

"The room where someone just died recently. ”

After seven times in a row, Crane used his cane to quickly and easily get to the outside of the room where Winter had lived before.

It hasn't been rented out again, and the anomalies inside have been dealt with, and nothing seems wrong.

Klein put away the sticky notes used to open the door, locked the door with his backhand, and turned around carefully.

After confirming the situation, he took out items such as hydrosol essential oil, herbal powder, and special candles, and quickly arranged a "channeling ritual" in front of the bed.

Although days had passed and only the most superficial, incoherent, and remaining bits of information had been obtained, Klein thought that something was better than nothing.

No doubt he was still praying to himself, and then went above the gray mist, responding and giving psychic powers.

The flame of the candle suddenly rose and shone a dark blue color when it faltered.

Klein felt that everything was quiet, as if he had come to a realm that did not belong to reality.

His pupils were filled with pure black, and even the whites of his eyes were expelled.

There was no need to use the "dream divination" technique, and with the help of the gray mist that had initially entered reality, he had directly seen the remnants of Winter's spirit and did not want to dissipate.

There are three pictures, one is that Winter is tall and thin, with slightly curly black hair, and deep facial features, comes to a discarded corpse, and is stunned to see that there is a shiny flash on it, condensing a blue-green gem full of life;

"Renee, I'm going to die, I regret it, I regret never telling you, I love you, I want you to marry me......"

The picture shatters, the psychic ends, and Crane looks around and finds that the house is still dark and gloomy.

This guy is really unlucky...... Crane shook his head and sighed.

He had already grasped the cause of Winter's death, which was to pick up things indiscriminately:

The vast majority of extraordinary people don't know the law of immortality and conservation of extraordinary characteristics, and they don't think that the dead kind can also precipitate properties and become materials, and this process is relatively slow and easy to be missed, so after they kill the extraordinary, they often loot it and throw away the corpse, cheapening passers-by like Winter or creatures in the wild under the sea.

Unaware of the extraordinary properties, Winter thought it was a miraculous gemstone, so he made a necklace and stored it close to his body, only to slowly become affected by the contamination and die in agony.

Note 1: This is the British East India Company's in India, worthy of a bureaucratic empire, and there should be everything in this regard, and I laughed to death when I read the information before.

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