No sooner had he stepped onto the deck, and before he could enter the cabin, Klein saw a figure pass through the crowd and toward him out of the corner of his eye.

On the surface, he was careless, but inwardly, he looked sideways vigilantly, and found that it was a man in his thirties wearing a half-height black top hat and a long trench coat of the same color.

The other party has a face polished by wind and frost, rough but very manly, and his light blue eyes do not contain a smile, as if precipitating a lot of past events.

Kind of familiar...... By the way, the guy I met at the ticket company yesterday also seems to be an adventurer...... At sea in January, I was wearing a trench coat and was very strong...... Crane lifted his cane with ease, leaned down a dot, and said with a smile:

"Good morning, we meet again. ”

It's like he's saying hello to an old friend.

The rugged man didn't feel surprised, stopped, nodded a little reservedly, and said:

"Cleves, a former adventurer.

"Dude, are you a colleague?"

"I thought you knew it yesterday, Gelman Sparrow. Klein replied with a smile.

He didn't hand over his cane to his left palm because he wasn't going to shake hands.

"You can see it. Cleves was silent for two seconds and said, "Adventurer is not a good career, I have changed careers and become a bodyguard, this time to follow my employer's family to the capital of the Rorsted Islands. ”

He half-turned and pointed to another spot on the nail plate.

Klein followed the trail and saw nearly a dozen people gathered together, the first of whom was a middle-aged gentleman with rosy cheeks and bright eyes, and the gold chain of the pocket watch and the jewel-encrusted lapel pin could be seen on the double-breasted gown.

Beside him was a lady in a wide-brimmed round hat, whose face was completely obscured by the drooping dark blue veil, and her figure was fairly well maintained.

In front of the two stood two children, one older and one young, the younger was a boy, less than 10 years old, wearing a children's version of a tuxedo formal suit, the older was fifteen or sixteen years old, she was a vigorous girl, she was not particularly outstanding in appearance, but a pair of brown eyes were quite smart, and the faint freckles and fluffy pleated skirt added a bit of playfulness to her.

Next to them were three people, one man and two women, all dressed as servants, carrying suitcases and carrying various items, and one of the maids was brown and red-skinned, and was obviously of the southern continent race.

Protecting the seven men were a man and a woman, dressed simply and smartly, all dressed in white shirts, light sweaters, black coats, dark trousers, and sturdy leather boots.

The two bodyguards did not specifically hide the traces created by the gun pouch on their waists, and did not relax to examine the approaching pedestrians, their eyes sharp and their temperament calm.

"Three servants, three bodyguards?" Klein asked casually.

This configuration is quite extravagant, indicating that the employer is a rich man...... He instinctively judges.

"Yes. Cleves nodded.

Without further ado, he quickly turned around and walked towards his employer's family.

...... Klein was stunned, not knowing what it meant for the other party to come over to say hello.

Recalling the movies and TV series he had watched in his previous life, he gradually understood what Cleves was hiding in.

He was a little wary of me, or the person who called himself an adventurer and didn't seem to be easy to mess with, so he introduced himself in advance, indicating his identity and what he was going to do, so that I didn't beat his employer's family, in short, you do yours, I do mine, and we don't invade each other...... Is this a tacit understanding between a seasoned adventurer or a veteran bounty hunter......? Crane chuckled, carried his suitcase, took his black cane, entered the cabin, and according to the ticket, found his own room.

With a creak, he pushed open the wooden door and stepped inside.

This room is not spacious, just enough to fit a bed, a table and a cabinet, not even a chair.

Its greatest advantage is that it has windows that allow the harbour sun to shine in, casting pure gold spots on the table and bedside.

"The crew just said that the washroom and bathing room are shared, about one of eight rooms, and if you are in a hurry, you can provide a wooden toilet, but you must pay for cleaning, 3 pence per time...... I have to thank that the White Onyx has been renovated, with many metal pipes, and there are boilers burning, and there is a hot water supply, providing a relatively convenient way of life, otherwise the trip would not be a pleasant thing......" Klein sighed silently.

He quickly took out the necessary items and placed them on the table for easy daily access.

When he was done, he sat down on the edge of the bed, listened to the long whistle, and felt the power of steam and machinery contained in it.

As the ship began to sail, Crane took a look at the ocean view outside the window, and gradually retracted his thoughts, and began to think about the next most important thing, which was how to play the role of the Faceling.

The decision to abandon the escape attempt to destroy his potions in the face of the "True Creator" Advent Ritual and the powerful Mr. A gave him a little more digestion of his potion, and based on this feedback, he gained a new perspective on the role of the "Faceling".

"'You can pretend to be anyone, but only yourself', this is the code that Rosago, the 'Master of Secret Puppets', is asked to remember...... At first, I thought that 'self' meant who I was, but now it seems that this is not perfect, and I have to really figure out what I am...... "Crane leaned forward, soaking up the sunlight, like a statue thinking.

After a while, he gradually came up with an idea:

Does this correspond to one's own spirit, the truest self of one's heart?

"Even when he was on Earth, Zhou Mingrui had a lot of disguises, which formed a personality mask in a social sense, and in a sense, this has a lot of falsehood.

"Hmm...... When I become someone else's identity, I have to disguise my relationship in order not to be discovered, which is equivalent to wearing a different personality mask.

"When all the personality masks have been removed, and there are no more remnants, what kind of 'self' will the 'Facelings' finally see?

"Is that what 'self' means in that code?

"When I face my inner thoughts, overcome my fears, and don't challenge the impossible for social reasons, do I really feel myself again?

"To be explored and verified......"

Thinking of this, Klein changed his position in order to sit more comfortably.

Looking back on the previous things, he found another problem with acting:

"When I was in the underground ruins, I disguised myself as Ince Zangwill and escaped from the predicament, but why didn't I feel like the potion was digesting at all?

"Does this mean that this shallow camouflage is not enough to digest the 'Faceling' potion?

"Well, this is closer to the application of extraordinary abilities than to play!"

"Is the role of being able to promote the digestion of potions a deep camouflage, is it really taking the place of a person, becoming him in a social sense?

"So, I feel like I'm in tune with the 'Faceling' potion because I managed to disguise Klein Moretti before?

"The first rule of the 'Faceling' code states that you can pretend to be anyone, but only yourself...... Second, a deep-seated disguise that deceives everyone?

"However, to replace a person and become him in a social sense is very evil just by imagining......

"Do you want to find the kind of person who dies in a foreign land, but has an unfulfilled wish?"

Klein precipitated his inexplicable fear and preliminarily formulated a direction for his attempt.

"The higher the sequence, the harder it is to play the ......," he sighed, pulled out his pocket watch, and pressed it to see the time.

Seeing that it was still early for lunch and the room was too small and quite restrictive, he decided to go to the deck to enjoy the sea breeze and the view.

After the first hour of enthusiasm, there were not many people on deck, and Crane walked along the side of the ship, and came to a secluded area with a large shadow patch.

The sun was nice and warm today...... Except that the wind is relatively strong and you have to be careful with your hat, there are no disadvantages...... He pressed the top hat on his head and leisurely surveyed the cabin, listening to the faint sound of music coming from inside.

Suddenly, he saw the former adventurer Cleves busy in the corner, with what appeared to be a three-edged thorn, a dagger, and a short knife in front of him.

Cleves noticed something, looked up at him, very windy, and said without a smile:

"They're all old guys, and they have to be serviced regularly. ”

Speaking of which, he added:

"There were small children in the cabin. ”

"Understood. Klein replied with a smile.

Cleves buried his head, continued to be busy, and asked casually:

"You don't seem to have any of these with you?"

"I'm used to using weapons that keep up with the times. Klein said cryptically, "And I do a lot of maintenance, too." ”

Cleves silently raised his dagger, glanced at the sun, and said to himself:

"At sea, guns alone are not enough.

"Pirates will come aboard, there will be a lot of people, and when you're done with your bullets, you won't have a chance to reload, these guys aren't the trend of the times, but they're useful enough. ”

It's very professional, isn't it...... Worthy of a former adventurer...... Crane leaned against the side of the ship and said half-jokingly:

"If there were pirates on board, I would most likely choose not to resist. ”

Cleves tilted his head and stared at him for a full three seconds before retracting his gaze, and then said in a low voice as he collected his belongings:

"It seems that you don't need to be reminded that you have understood the rules at sea.

"Bounty hunters who walk the land often fail to be adventurers at sea. ”

He skillfully hid daggers, daggers, triangular stabs, and other weapons under his clothing, and Crane was dazzled.

"Thank you. Crane smiled and nodded.

Cleves didn't ramble any more, and turned back to the cabin, leaving only a broad, deep back.

Crane curled the corners of his mouth, shook his head, and looked beyond the side of the ship.

The blue waves gently undulated, and the silver-white flying fish sometimes jumped out of the water and soared in the air.

This fish can "fly" and swim, and is considered by fishermen and sailors to be the dependents of the "Lord of the Storm", and even if it is caught, it will be released back into the sea...... Klein leisurely admired the sea level in the sun, and the flying fish on the sea level, and a thought flashed through his mind uncontrollably:

Well, I don't know what their meat quality is......

PS: It will be updated in advance in the early morning.