A stack of parchment paper in your hand is wrinkled and dry to the touch, no different from the feel of normal paper.

The words written on it were crooked, as if written by a rough man who was not very good at writing.

If you don't consider that this stack of parchment was born no more than a minute ago, I'm afraid that anyone who sees it will think that it is the information that Bernie obtained after a period of investigation by hiring local mercenaries.

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[Hall Jones, the owner of Hall Casino in Shell Town, is like a pair of siblings to the mayor, and our venerable Sheriff is the brothers' big-ass wet nurse.] I'd say it's a very apt analogy, and you can just ask around and you'll see what the three of them have done.]

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[As the oldest brothel on Mace Island, the owner of the Sweet Cattery is actually Charlie One-Eyed, the leader of the local Mole Gang, who has also been in contact with slave traders in the Broken Isles (I also heard that he likes men, which I guess is because women are tired of having fun)]

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[It's no surprise that we met several deacons from the local church in some casinos and brothels, and as the bigwigs of Hull Town, they seemed to be more experienced than our group of mercenaries, which is an irony]

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[Most of the business in Hull Town is owned by the Duke, who even comes here every year for vacation.] We learned from a certain well-wisher, who did not want to be named, that his favorite is Delores, the strangest prostitute in the sweet cattery, Delores, the black cat, who keeps her with every time she comes on vacation (maybe because dark-skinned women are too rare?). ）］

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The "purchased" of this kind of investigation is not very detailed, and it is clear that this kind of investigation is linked to the actual mercenary guild capabilities.

But it was enough to give Bernie some of the outlines of Hull Town.

In the elegant room, he scanned the contents intently, occasionally raising his hand to turn to the next page.

After watching it all over, Bernie started watching it again.

And this time it took even longer than the last time, accompanied by his eyes narrowing from time to time, as if thinking about something.

Eventually, Bernie's gaze rested on a piece of information -

[What could be crazier than a mad blind believer?] We heard today about a case of slitting throats on the street on Rotten Fish Street, which seems to have been done by some blind god cult hiding in Shiphull. Not surprisingly, because they are blind and often hurt people regardless of the occasion]

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After watching the message mover for a moment, Bernie finally covered the parchment with his palm, and a hazy black mist appeared, and then the document on the desk quietly disappeared.

It was already dark outside, and with the sound of a strong wind, Bernie slowly closed his eyes after listening to the servants outside the room for a moment.

The world of black fog is thus revealed.

Red candles, wooden floors, black books, and the slowly wriggling mouth on the black book.

These are things that are already there, but at the same time, there are some special items on the table.

A fluffy dandelion, a blue rope, two red potions, a golden apple......

These items are messy, but they're all things worth studying.

In contrast, the real mess is on the shelves on the left that represent the Mall, with dilapidated sculptures, colorful mushrooms, books wrapped in chains, and smelly shrouds......

Ever since Bernie opened the air exchange for someone, he's been able to harvest a bunch of junk every day.

At first, Bernie was able to respond patiently, but then he felt a headache because the frequency of the exchange was too fast and there was no fixed time.

However, in order to pretend to be presentable, he had to respond appropriately.

This gave Bernie the idea of creating an "artificial intelligence" to help him with this aspect of the work-

As an expert at playing with souls, it's not too difficult.

After all, the current player has already made him feel a little troublesome, and if he docks a group after that, he will obviously not be busy.

At the same time, though, he managed to get some of the special items that the players had, and the things on the table were a definite result.

Bernie didn't study them for the time being, as he was now in a critical phase of his devouring sequence, and he couldn't be distracted from other studies.

Of course, this doesn't need to be ignored for the time being, and Bernie didn't come to study things when he entered the black fog world at this time.

Raising his hand to open the black book, he looked at the player who was doing the task as usual.

After discovering that she had entered a dark catacommodaneous and continued to explore, Bernie turned the page to the location of another player-

It's just the master's task.

He raised his hand to cover the page, his perspective shifting slowly with a blur, until he finally looked down and saw a round-faced young man peeking in from the window behind a house.

He seemed to be observing something, but it didn't last long before he saw the man smash the window and get through the window and start tumbling around the room.

Bernie watched the other man silently, saw him steal some expensive items, and opened the drawers and chests in turn to hide places, then spun around and finally ran into a study to look through some of the transcripts.

It can be clearly seen that this person is very thoughtful about playing Terran, stealing without messing up the things around him, without causing too obvious noise, and when he walks, he no longer has the crooked appearance of ordinary players.

In order to get off the line, he even made a long way to return to a simple adobe house in the slum east of Shiphull.

The round-faced youth eventually fell into a "deep sleep" on a straw bed. Bernie's mind then moved, and the will to think came down.

The five senses quietly recovered, and I could feel the cold emerging from all directions.

You can also clearly hear the crackling sound of the rainstorm outside, and the sound of ticking rain in the house that I don't know where it exists-

At this moment, the sky is dark, and the rainstorm that has been brewing for a long time has hit.

Bernie frowned uncomfortably from the exhaustion and pain of the constant running around his body, and then he opened his eyes to see the simple adobe house.

The reason for this is that although the outlines are rough, the furniture and furnishings are very expensive and out of step with the surroundings.

After getting up from the bed and getting used to his current body, Bernie made his way to a floor-to-ceiling mirror in the corner of the house.

This floor-to-ceiling mirror was obviously stolen by someone, the border was silver-plated with floral reliefs, and the mirror itself was of high quality, reflecting Bernie's face very clearly at the moment.

Brown hair, round face, mediocre facial features, and some freckles on the nose.

"Blind ......"

He muttered a word from the message he had seen earlier, and after remembering what he remembered the blind god believer looked like, the corners of his mouth rose to reveal a slightly stiff smile.

Then he adjusted it against the mirror, and the smile gradually became natural, and even some of the thoughts in his mind were transformed by some kind of self-hypnosis technique.

"The blind god is above, and the show begins."

After grinning at himself in the mirror, the round-faced young man in a thin linen shirt turned and walked towards the door of the room, and when he passed the dining table, he held the two forks in his hand.

Then he pushed open the door and stepped into the raging storm outside.

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