Despite ten thousand reluctances, Daniz was eventually gifted for free to the evil Outlander as a guide in Bayam.

He walked in front of him with his head down, leading the way to the hotel.

And when the group left the bustling dock area, the streets in the center of the city narrowed suddenly.

The stagnant water, with the fishy smell of the sea, accumulates in the crevices of the ground. On both sides of the road are dense and humble stalls, selling handmade behemoth products, mostly blue and red beads, inscribed with strange patterns.

However, as Yager and Crane walked by, there would always be a wary glance or two behind the old window or door next to them, and then suddenly close when they looked over.

Those were coffee-skinned natives.

"They're not very welcoming to outsiders either?"

After the window next to him slammed shut for the fourth time, Yager asked Daniz in front of him.

The word 'also' is used very well.

It illustrates exactly the difficult history of the Outlanders from Rune to the Rorsted Islands, as always, unwelcomed.

"Huh? Oh, yes. ”

Daniz glanced back at the two of them, and found a rare psychological advantage.

The corners of his mouth curled slightly: "This is an area inhabited by indigenous people. Not only are there no outsiders, but there are very few people of mixed blood with Rune. If you're going to be here, the best way to dress up is a tabara, and the color needs to be all blue or white. ”

"Your shirts and trench coats are completely fine. There are also top hats, which are never worn by the locals, and at most one or two people wear turbans occasionally. ”

"It's okay here, if you go any further, your obvious appearance and dress will be very ostracized and hostile, like a wolf mixed into a flock, completely unable to hide its existence"

"Special parties and hotels in this area?" Yager frowned.

Considering that it was on the street, he did not directly say the word 'extraordinary'.

"Yes." Daniz tilted his head and thought about it, then replied in the affirmative, "The party you mentioned won't start until Wednesday." I suggest that you go to other tipsters during this time. ”

"I know both, and both are very well-informed about the local area."

"Yes."

"Okay."

Yager and Klein, who was next to him, bowed their heads and agreed to the proposal.

Their reaction made Daniz feel that he was inexplicably placed in the position of an errand runner again:

'How do you feel like I'm at the bottom of the team?' ’

He glanced indignantly at the strange Gelman Sparrow: 'I'm a big pirate! How can any follower be'

Sensing his gaze, Klein behind him suddenly turned his head: "What?" ”

The ruthless madness of the 'Faceling' character instantly made Daniz's mind go blank, and his momentum immediately retired.

The corners of Yager's mouth twitched speechlessly:

"Daniz."

"Daniz!"

He screamed twice before the trance-like pirate came back to his senses from his trembling.

"Huh?" Daniz turned his head around at this point.

You say you're going around and messing with people you can't mess with.

Yager sighed in his heart.

Although Detective Sherlock is not very strong, he is still much better than Daniz. Moreover, in terms of the speed of upgrading, it is the fastest one he has seen since he came to this world.

In less than two months, the initial evaluation of 'almost incapable' changed to 'quite discerning'.

"Since we need to disguise, let you, who are most familiar with you, buy us two clothes for us." He commanded.

"I'm going.? Oh, good, okay. Daniz looked at Yager, then turned to look at Gelman, who had a visibly cold face, and stopped talking, stopping and talking, and finally weakly agreed.

"What about the money?"

“.”

After a suspicious silence, Yager slowly reopened: "I remember, you still have four properties in Byam"

"Ahhh

Daniz's voice faded away in grief and indignation.

Very well, now the camouflage thing is also taken care of.

Yager withdrew his gaze with satisfaction, and under the amazed gaze of the capitalist beside Klein, he walked into the hotel where he had arrived.

The hotel is located next to the only small square in the vicinity, and although the eyes are not friendly, the facilities are very clean and tidy.

It can be seen that Adevina also did a lot of homework when she gave this address.

I'm afraid that the poor living conditions will make Yager return to the ship.

Greeted by the owner, the two sat down at the table in the hall, ordered some local food, and waited for Daniz to return.

Without camouflage, it is indeed difficult to make progress in the follow-up plan.

Yager's main purpose in coming here was to confide in the extraordinary local meeting point of Byam, which the 'Sick Lieutenant General' had a connection with during the interrogation.

According to her, someone in this party had sold her a lot of information about the Rorsted Islands, and was very familiar with the situation of power and extraordinary rumors, and was the biggest informant in the area.

This is good for figuring out the news from Bansey Harbor.

What's more, the islands related to the Moon Apostle given by Amon are also in this area.

As for Tracy herself.

She's now been let out fishing by Yager.

After all, even the 'Sick Lieutenant General' still has three ship's deputies outside, not to mention possible members of the Witch Church.

That's going to be a big bounty.

Thinking of this, Yager took a sip of hot tea with satisfaction.

“.”

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion in the small square outside the hotel.

The natives who lived around them suddenly began to hurry, and a semicircular circle quickly opened up on the dirty and crowded square, which was full of stalls.

The emaciated, swarthy indigenous child followed the woman, poking her head out there.

'Is there anyone going to come out and perform?' ’

Yager quickly looked up with interest, and looked through the window—

Almost in just a few tens of seconds, the square became crowded with people, but there was an eerily quiet. Countless pairs of tired eyes looked towards the center, as if they had swept away the numbness that life had brought them.

And under the gaze of everyone, behind a dilapidated wooden door covered with moss and shellfish, a wheelbarrow slowly drove out.

On the wheelbarrow was a very ordinary-looking old man.

Indistinguishable from all the ordinary Byam laborers around him, his face was full of wrinkles, his clothes were shabby, and under his wrinkled eyelids was a stagnant look.

But what is different is that he has an ugly little puppet in his hand.

Misty white white paint, cracked wooden skin, and terrifyingly ugly makeup!

The structure is hideous, the paint is peeling, and it seems to be a prop crawling out of some underfunded third-rate horror film.

But what is even more unexpected is that under the gaze of one after another, the puppet suddenly opened its big red lips, revealing a dark and hollow mouth:

"Welcome, welcome"

"Welcome back to our little theater in the evening, hehehehehe, introduce myself again, I'm Rick."

"Today's play is, The Miracle of Thunder."

"As always, if you are not willing to open your eyes to the beauty and admire the miracles above the inhuman—the curse of the Storm Dominator will pass through the sea of death and life and fall on you in your sleep!"

The sound of twisting like a wildcat's fingernails cutting through a plank came from there.

Because I have to prepare for the exam recently, I can only have a difficult double shift from today. Wait until the end of the month to finish the exam, and then come to ask for a monthly pass to add more.

(End of chapter)