Chapter 55: Too High Inspiration

Standing behind the door was a naked man with a hideous blue sea snake tattooed on his arms, and there were short stripes painted with red oil on both sides of his cheeks and on his chest and abdomen, each of which was a group of three.

It really has an exotic flavor... but aren't you afraid of being too conspicuous, so you'll be blocked by the police when you go out?

You are the rebels in secret activities!

Klein was about to withdraw his gaze, but was almost frowning by the other party's thick eyebrows and cold-blooded animal-like eyes.

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

To be honest, because of his identity and perception in his previous life, he initially had great sympathy for the rebels of colonial rule, without any sense of a rube. However, after hearing that the other party and the believers of the sea god Kavetuva almost overlapped, his heart became more alert and rejection.

This does not mean discrimination against local beliefs, but according to his understanding, the traditional beliefs of all colonial islands remained in the primitive sacrificial stage, advocating blood food and living sacrifices, and were in a rather ignorant state.

In addition, based on the experience of the Emperor and my own experience, the extraordinary nature of this world has crazy and distorted elements. The gods who are still in the primitive sacrificial stage are basically impossible to fight this trend. The style can be imagined... Klein did not speak, followed Daniz's side and walked into the room.

Edmonton, who is here?A mellow voice came from the window.

The tattooed man said while closing the door:

They made disguise.

At this time, Klein had already seen the situation in the room and had a preliminary grasp.

The living room here is not big, and it seems cramped if you put a cupboard, a table and a few chairs.

There are two doors on the right leading to the suspected bedroom, and the left is the kitchen divided by a cabinet. As for the bathroom, there is no doubt that there is no one. When Klein went upstairs, he found that there was a public bathroom at the corner of the stairs on each floor. The smell of not being cleaned for a long time spread out, urging pedestrians to go upstairs and enter the house as soon as possible.

There is a window directly in front of you, two bamboo poles spread out, and a lot of clothes are drying.

Four or five men, standing or sitting at the door of the bedroom and in the living room, were all locals with dark skin and slightly curly black hair. They wore dark blue Talaba shirts and applied more or less red oil on their exposed skin. As for the sea snake tattoo, Klein could not tell whether it was there because it was blocked by the clothes.

Some of them had revolvers on their waists, some held brown-red hunting rifles, some even carried gray-white steel backpacks, and thick and long high-pressure steam rifles, forming a semi-encirclement to the entry-level Daniz and Klein.

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

He shaved his head, had a blue beard on both sides of his cheeks, and his dark brown eyes were introverted and seemed to have no fluctuations.

He glanced at the visitors and slowly smiled:

Flame.

Danitz was stunned for a moment and forced a smile:

Karat, you have a really good eye.

Shit!My makeup and dressing skills are really that bad?He roared in his heart unwillingly.

Karat ignored Lieyan, without any sincerity in praise, and instead laughed:

I heard you killed 'steel' and 'blood-colored thorn'?

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

Carlat narrowed his eyes and slowly moved his eyes to Klein, who was facing a unique face.

He knew very well that with the Flame Danitz alone, let alone Steel Maviti, even Blood Thorn Huntley was difficult to kill. The other party could succeed. It was rumored that he had received the help of a powerful adventurer and experienced bounty hunter.

Is it the one next to him?Carlat looked at Klein's eyes, not seeing any emotions such as nervousness, worry, alertness, and the eyes were like a deep ocean.

It is likely...at least stronger than the flame!He winked at Edmonton and others, and secretly raised his vigilance.

What are you doing?Carlat no longer bothered with the topic just now.

Daniz subconsciously glanced at Klein, and nodded in affirmatively and replied:

See what good things you have.

Carlat pointed at the table and said:

All on it.

There are many strange-shaped things placed there, including whistles made of bones, simple and rough bagpipes, iron-black leaves, and blood-stained stones...

Before Klein and Daniz could examine it, Carlat patted his hand and said:

I have a task.

If you can complete it, you can freely choose an item from here without paying any price.

He laughed and added:

By the definition of you outsiders, they are not magical objects, but they all have supernatural powers that just slowly, well, not too slowly, until they disappear.

What task?Klein asked calmly, not concealing the fact that Daniz was just a follower.

Carlat put his hand into the blanket on his knees and took out a stack of white paper:

Find their whereabouts.

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

He raised his arms and began to show lifelike portraits, including a lady in a man's shirt with blue-gray eyes.

Laticia Dorira…Crane recognized at a glance who the Rebels were looking for.

That was the female archaeologist, adventurer he met last night, who was on the same boat this morning, suspected to be a member of the Morse Order or the Factor Dawn.

Danitz looked carefully for two seconds and felt familiar.

Suddenly, he remembered where he had seen it:

German Sparrow next to him has shown it in his dream!

He asked the captain in the afternoon and encountered related incidents in the evening... This ability to collect intelligence is too powerful, right?

Danitz endured the impulse and did not go to see the crazy adventurer next to him, afraid that Carlat and Edmonton would find out the abnormality.

He is still very experienced in this regard.

The rebels of the Faith God are looking for Laticia... The Faith God's faith covers the Rothid Islands, including Simm... A snake appeared last night... The image of the Faith God is a huge sea snake... Klein overlapped the two things and soon made a preliminary judgment:

Archaeologists Laticia and others obtained an important item involving the sea god in the forgotten temple in the primitive jungle of Simime Island, so they had last night's temptation and the search of the rebels!

Klein thought for a while and replied perfunctorily:

I will pay attention.

I will not get involved in such evil spirits. Of course, if necessary, I will report it... He added a few words in his heart.

Kara nodded:

Let's see what you want first.

Klein walked over and was about to ask while choosing, but suddenly felt a sense in his heart, and subconsciously looked to the right side of the pile of items.

There is a short sword made of slender bones, slightly longer than the forearm, milky whiter all over, with several dark red markings.

Inspiration that touched me… Klein stretched out his right hand and tried to pick up the sharp bone sword at the front and checked it out carefully.

As soon as his finger touched the bone sword, a desperate and painful shout suddenly echoed in his mind, a rich bloody stench appeared at the end of his nose, and there seemed to be a twisted and rotten illusory figure wrapped in mucus.

Klein felt a pain on his forehead, and he subconsciously retracted his fingers.

A little evil Ah... not a simple item... Klein's expression, which had a stronger experience, only had subtle changes.

He resisted the urge to open his mind, afraid to see things he shouldn't have seen.

Noting this scene, Carlat and Edmonton looked at each other and smiled and said:

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

A little proactive... Klein frowned slightly, then stretched out immediately, and then said in a deep voice:

No, there is nothing I want here.

If Carlat didn't ask, he planned to buy the bone sword and put it on the gray fog to study, but the other party's proactive sales made him a little alert, so he rationally gave up his original plan.

Karat held his hands and said:

It's not expensive.

Or take a look at other ones?

unnecessary.Klein's pupils suddenly shrank, and he turned directly toward the door.

Danitz hesitated for a moment and quickly followed.

Edmonton, who had a sea snake tattoo on his arm, looked silently, as if he would reach out to stop him at any time, but in the end he did not take any action.

That was the powerful adventurer who killed Steel Maviti, Bloody Thorns Huntley and others!

After leaving the room, Klein did not speak, went downstairs, and Danitz quickly chased after him, inexplicably frightened.

He distinguished the situation, did not ask, but just followed.

The two soon returned to the square and gathered again, the crowds of people who were kneeling or crawling dispersed and avoided again.

But unlike before, there was a man still kneeling on his spot without moving.

Klein did not squint his eyes, passed by directly without stopping at all.

Danitz glanced subconsciously and found that the man's face was dry like a long-weathered rock.

Bang!

The man suddenly fell off a piece of flesh on his cheek, and he fell to the ground with a bearded skin, and his color turned gray.

He seemed to have lost all his moisture.

Danitz was startled and dared not look around anymore, only to feel that things had become strange and dangerous at some point.

The two walked through the streets and alleys, left the city area, and boarded a taxi carriage.

The coachman is obviously a native native, in his forties, and he is very pleasant to smile.

But along the way, he didn't say a word, so quiet that Danitz felt like he was swaying.

Klein pursed his lips, and was also silent.

The taxi cart soon arrived at the dock area, and for changing its outfit, Danitz let it park away from Sour Lemon Street.

After getting off the carriage, Klein did not pay the fare and did not stop. He strode away directly, which made Danitz stunned.

He lost two Sullers to the coachman and hurriedly chased German Sparrow.

After chasing for a few steps, he looked back unconsciously, and saw the coachman kneeling down with a passionate and pious face, leaning to the ground, kissing the place where Klein had just stepped on while crying.