The meat of the comb fish is definitely not as good as that of the fishman, but the various spices are mixed but not messy. The distinctive characteristics still make Klein appreciate it. He just feels that he still wants to eat it and can't stop talking.
In fact, there are really extraordinary people in the local area who want to quit the dangerous circle and live the life of ordinary people. They can go to Beckland to open a Rothed restaurant, which mainly sells similar grilled fish. With the tolerance of the metropolis, the business will never be bad. The only problem is that many spices are definitely not as cheap as here, the cost will be very high, and the target group must be well positioned... Klein put down his rough chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and was thinking endlessly.
In his opinion, many times, civilians cannot find a way to get rich because they lack vision, but vision is confined to the education they receive and daily experiences, and are bound by the class they are in. It is really difficult to break this limitation and strive for better and higher-level education. The most effective way is to dare to take risks and go around. Of course, this is very risky, and many people die silently on this road.
Klein used 2 sulle 5p for this meal, which was not cheap, but he has always been willing to spend money in terms of food, and his major expenses have been contracted by Danitz recently.
He grabbed his collar and put on his hat. He walked out of the Old John's restaurant with a black cane and happened to see a police officer driving away the street wanderers.
The indigenous people of the Rosid Islands have deeper skin than those of the Southern Continent, close to the bronze that often basks in the sun. Their hair is mainly dark and all are naturally slightly curly, which is quite different from the colonists of the Ruhn Kingdom.
The place was completely colonized for less than 50 years. At first, Ruon cooperated with the indigenous princes and chiefs in the name of the Central Soviet Company to exploit economic benefits. However, later, the management of the Central Soviet Company quickly became corrupt, fought for power and profit, and even provoked the enemy for personal interests and started a war. The most ridiculous thing is that they also reported to each other, saying that their competitors accepted bribes. For this reason, they each looked for the members behind them, attacked each other during the meeting of the House, and almost went to court.
(Note 1)
The local natives must not imagine that in their eyes, the big man who could make the prince and chief rest, kiss the upper, and give trucks of gifts, was a small character in Beckland who was not even a member of parliament. Although most of them came from aristocratic families, their inheritance rights were very low.
After that dispute, the king and the prime minister reached an agreement to redeem the stocks, ended the Sino-Sunyan company, sent fleets and soldiers to fully occupy the Rosde Islands, and implemented real colonial rule.
At present, the islands are governed by the Governor's Office, the Parliament plus the Court. All the senior officials belong to the Ruen people. Some of the middle-level officials, parliamentarians and the judges of the magistrates are descendants of the original princes and chiefs, while the lower classes are open to local educated indigenous people, including police officers below the police.
The one who waved the short stick to drive away the homeless was a local policeman, whose target also had obvious Rosed ethnic characteristics.
As soon as he saw Klein wearing a double-breasted long dress, a half-height silk top hat, and a black civilization staff, he looked over. The policeman immediately put away his short stick, stood up straight, and raised his legs, and bowed:
Klein felt a little complicated and nodded slightly:
The Governor's Office stipulates that carriages are not allowed to enter this street, and you must walk to the street in front.The policeman explained in fear and enthusiasm.
Thanks.克莱恩随口称赞了一句， 你的鲁恩语说得不错。
I think, I think this is a necessary and essential quality for being a good policeman.
He wanted to say that I thought I was also a Luebenefactor, but he was afraid that the gentleman opposite would be angry.
Klein breathed secretly and walked slowly towards the street intersection.
Along the way, he saw that the local clothing style was completely different from mainland cities such as Beckland and Tingen, and even from ports such as Damir and Bansey, which had been colonized for more than two hundred years:
The decent people from Ruan wore dresses, high hats, bow tie, and civilized staff, making the people around them timid, dare not look directly or touch them. The rest of them were native or mixed-race, like thick jackets in jackets with loose pants with wide feet, and baseball caps from mainland China, don’t like black, and advocate brown, brown and light gray. For Klein, this is indeed a bit weird, but it also gives him a full feeling of coming to a foreign country.
Of course, the indigenous and mixed races with higher identities are also imitating the clothes of Rue Renren, believing that this is the manifestation of civilization.
…………
At two o'clock in the afternoon, Swordfish Bar, a recognized gathering place for adventurers.
There were not many drinkers at this time, and Klein easily walked through the tables and arrived at the bar.
He found that the most different thing here is that there are three blackboards supported by wooden frames on the side of the bar, with yellow notices posted on them, with various contents and all kinds of strange things. Some hire bodyguards, some ask for help in finding people, some investigate the situation of a certain island, some offer a high reward for a pirate's head, and some claim that they have obtained a treasure map and want to form a team. In short, the matters that have been divided by private detectives and security companies in the land of the Ruhn Kingdom are still adventurers here.
A cup of Zalha.Klein knocked on the surface of the bar.
This is a local ale, cheap, good flavor, and is loved by adventurers, Klein learned from Flame Daniz.
3p.The bartender glanced at the guest casually, and did not change his attitude because the other person's face was unfamiliar.
After getting the beer, Klein sat in the high chair in front of the bar, sipped in small sips, and quietly listened to the chats of the surrounding drinkers, thus finding valuable goals.
After nearly an hour, the number of bar guests increased, and Klein finally heard a topic that might be useful.
He was energetic and became more focused.
Four people sat at the table less than 3 meters away from him, regretting a man named Winter:
I always thought Winter had gone to sea, but I didn't expect that he had been at home and was very ill.
Alas, if I had knocked on the door two days earlier, he would not have died. You don’t know how terrible it was in the room. Mushrooms grew on his body, one by one, white.
Shit!Stop talking!Didn't you see me eating sausage?
OK, Winter's room was full of bugs, moths, flies, butterflies, bees, cockroaches, and the storm was on it. I couldn't believe that this was where humans lived, and the police coming from behind were also scared!
……
As conversations came to my ears, Klein frowned slightly, feeling that Winter's death was not normal. After a few days of death, the body was covered with mushrooms, and various insects were still flying in the room.
Related to extraordinary events?
The police will definitely report this level of abnormality to the Punisher Team... It sounds like it was three or four days ago, and everything that should be handled should be handled... Klein seriously considered whether to go and see it. At least the man named Winter was alone in Byam as an adventurer, and no companion wanted to pass on the news of his death for him.
After listening for a long time, he had a preliminary grasp of the place where Winter rented, at the nearby apartment at 47 Black Corner Street.
Drinking the last Zalha beer, Klein put on his hat, left the bar and headed straight for the apartment.
After entering the door, he half closed his eyes and murmured to himself:
A room where someone died recently.
After seven times in a row, Klein used his cane to easily and quickly outside the room where Winter had lived.
It has not been rented out again, the exception inside has been processed, and nothing seems wrong.
Klein put away the notes used to open the door, locked the door with his backhand, and walked around carefully.
After confirming the situation, he took out items such as pure dew essential oil, herbal powder and special candles, and quickly set up a psychic ritual in front of the bed.
Although several days have passed and only the most superficial, incoherent, residual little information is obtained, Klein believes that having is better than not.
There is no doubt that he was still praying to himself, then entering the fog, responding and giving the power of the psychic.
The flames of the candle suddenly rose and were dyed with a dark blue color when it swayed.
Klein felt everything quiet, as if he had come to a realm that was not real.
His pupils were occupied by pure black, and even the whites of his eyes were driven away.
No longer need to use the skills of dream divination, he has been promoted to a faceless man, with the help of the fog that has just entered reality, and directly saw the thoughts that remained in Winter's spirituality and were unwilling to dissipate.
There were three pictures. One was that Winter, who was tall and thin, with slightly curly black hair and deep facial features came to a discarded corpse. He was stunned to see a shiny gem that was filled with life-filled breath; the other was that Winter was lying on the bed, his eyes were closed, his mouth was slightly opened, and various mushrooms grew on the surface of his skin, and piles of cockroaches and moths were piled up, and on his chest, there was a silver necklace, and the pendant was the previous turquoise gem. Third, a flax-haired girl with beautiful appearance and moist eyes, who was sitting by the sea, surrounded by Winter's unwilling voice:
Ruini, I'm going to die, I regret it so much, I regret never told you that I love you, I want you to marry me...
The picture was broken and the psychic ended. Klein looked around and found that there was still darkness and gloom in the house.
This guy is so unlucky… Klein shook his head and sighed.
He had initially grasped the reason for Winter's death, which was to pick up things randomly:
Most extraordinary people do not know the laws of immortality and conservation of extraordinary characteristics. They did not expect that dead people can also precipitate characteristics and become materials. This process is relatively slow and easy to be missed. Therefore, after they kill the extraordinary people, they often search and throw away the corpses, which will make it cheaper for passers-by like Winter or creatures in the wild under the sea.
Winter didn't know that it was an extraordinary characteristic and thought it was a magical gem, so he made it into a necklace and stored it closely. As a result, he was slowly affected by pollution and died in pain.
Note 1: This is a broken incident in the British East India Company in India. It is worthy of being a bureaucratic empire. It has everything you should have in this regard. I laughed to death when I read the information before.
In fact, there are really extraordinary people in the local area who want to quit the dangerous circle and live the life of ordinary people. They can go to Beckland to open a Rothed restaurant, which mainly sells similar grilled fish. With the tolerance of the metropolis, the business will never be bad. The only problem is that many spices are definitely not as cheap as here, the cost will be very high, and the target group must be well positioned... Klein put down his rough chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and was thinking endlessly.
In his opinion, many times, civilians cannot find a way to get rich because they lack vision, but vision is confined to the education they receive and daily experiences, and are bound by the class they are in. It is really difficult to break this limitation and strive for better and higher-level education. The most effective way is to dare to take risks and go around. Of course, this is very risky, and many people die silently on this road.
Klein used 2 sulle 5p for this meal, which was not cheap, but he has always been willing to spend money in terms of food, and his major expenses have been contracted by Danitz recently.
He grabbed his collar and put on his hat. He walked out of the Old John's restaurant with a black cane and happened to see a police officer driving away the street wanderers.
The indigenous people of the Rosid Islands have deeper skin than those of the Southern Continent, close to the bronze that often basks in the sun. Their hair is mainly dark and all are naturally slightly curly, which is quite different from the colonists of the Ruhn Kingdom.
The place was completely colonized for less than 50 years. At first, Ruon cooperated with the indigenous princes and chiefs in the name of the Central Soviet Company to exploit economic benefits. However, later, the management of the Central Soviet Company quickly became corrupt, fought for power and profit, and even provoked the enemy for personal interests and started a war. The most ridiculous thing is that they also reported to each other, saying that their competitors accepted bribes. For this reason, they each looked for the members behind them, attacked each other during the meeting of the House, and almost went to court.
(Note 1)
The local natives must not imagine that in their eyes, the big man who could make the prince and chief rest, kiss the upper, and give trucks of gifts, was a small character in Beckland who was not even a member of parliament. Although most of them came from aristocratic families, their inheritance rights were very low.
After that dispute, the king and the prime minister reached an agreement to redeem the stocks, ended the Sino-Sunyan company, sent fleets and soldiers to fully occupy the Rosde Islands, and implemented real colonial rule.
At present, the islands are governed by the Governor's Office, the Parliament plus the Court. All the senior officials belong to the Ruen people. Some of the middle-level officials, parliamentarians and the judges of the magistrates are descendants of the original princes and chiefs, while the lower classes are open to local educated indigenous people, including police officers below the police.
The one who waved the short stick to drive away the homeless was a local policeman, whose target also had obvious Rosed ethnic characteristics.
As soon as he saw Klein wearing a double-breasted long dress, a half-height silk top hat, and a black civilization staff, he looked over. The policeman immediately put away his short stick, stood up straight, and raised his legs, and bowed:
Klein felt a little complicated and nodded slightly:
The Governor's Office stipulates that carriages are not allowed to enter this street, and you must walk to the street in front.The policeman explained in fear and enthusiasm.
Thanks.克莱恩随口称赞了一句， 你的鲁恩语说得不错。
I think, I think this is a necessary and essential quality for being a good policeman.
He wanted to say that I thought I was also a Luebenefactor, but he was afraid that the gentleman opposite would be angry.
Klein breathed secretly and walked slowly towards the street intersection.
Along the way, he saw that the local clothing style was completely different from mainland cities such as Beckland and Tingen, and even from ports such as Damir and Bansey, which had been colonized for more than two hundred years:
The decent people from Ruan wore dresses, high hats, bow tie, and civilized staff, making the people around them timid, dare not look directly or touch them. The rest of them were native or mixed-race, like thick jackets in jackets with loose pants with wide feet, and baseball caps from mainland China, don’t like black, and advocate brown, brown and light gray. For Klein, this is indeed a bit weird, but it also gives him a full feeling of coming to a foreign country.
Of course, the indigenous and mixed races with higher identities are also imitating the clothes of Rue Renren, believing that this is the manifestation of civilization.
…………
At two o'clock in the afternoon, Swordfish Bar, a recognized gathering place for adventurers.
There were not many drinkers at this time, and Klein easily walked through the tables and arrived at the bar.
He found that the most different thing here is that there are three blackboards supported by wooden frames on the side of the bar, with yellow notices posted on them, with various contents and all kinds of strange things. Some hire bodyguards, some ask for help in finding people, some investigate the situation of a certain island, some offer a high reward for a pirate's head, and some claim that they have obtained a treasure map and want to form a team. In short, the matters that have been divided by private detectives and security companies in the land of the Ruhn Kingdom are still adventurers here.
A cup of Zalha.Klein knocked on the surface of the bar.
This is a local ale, cheap, good flavor, and is loved by adventurers, Klein learned from Flame Daniz.
3p.The bartender glanced at the guest casually, and did not change his attitude because the other person's face was unfamiliar.
After getting the beer, Klein sat in the high chair in front of the bar, sipped in small sips, and quietly listened to the chats of the surrounding drinkers, thus finding valuable goals.
After nearly an hour, the number of bar guests increased, and Klein finally heard a topic that might be useful.
He was energetic and became more focused.
Four people sat at the table less than 3 meters away from him, regretting a man named Winter:
I always thought Winter had gone to sea, but I didn't expect that he had been at home and was very ill.
Alas, if I had knocked on the door two days earlier, he would not have died. You don’t know how terrible it was in the room. Mushrooms grew on his body, one by one, white.
Shit!Stop talking!Didn't you see me eating sausage?
OK, Winter's room was full of bugs, moths, flies, butterflies, bees, cockroaches, and the storm was on it. I couldn't believe that this was where humans lived, and the police coming from behind were also scared!
……
As conversations came to my ears, Klein frowned slightly, feeling that Winter's death was not normal. After a few days of death, the body was covered with mushrooms, and various insects were still flying in the room.
Related to extraordinary events?
The police will definitely report this level of abnormality to the Punisher Team... It sounds like it was three or four days ago, and everything that should be handled should be handled... Klein seriously considered whether to go and see it. At least the man named Winter was alone in Byam as an adventurer, and no companion wanted to pass on the news of his death for him.
After listening for a long time, he had a preliminary grasp of the place where Winter rented, at the nearby apartment at 47 Black Corner Street.
Drinking the last Zalha beer, Klein put on his hat, left the bar and headed straight for the apartment.
After entering the door, he half closed his eyes and murmured to himself:
A room where someone died recently.
After seven times in a row, Klein used his cane to easily and quickly outside the room where Winter had lived.
It has not been rented out again, the exception inside has been processed, and nothing seems wrong.
Klein put away the notes used to open the door, locked the door with his backhand, and walked around carefully.
After confirming the situation, he took out items such as pure dew essential oil, herbal powder and special candles, and quickly set up a psychic ritual in front of the bed.
Although several days have passed and only the most superficial, incoherent, residual little information is obtained, Klein believes that having is better than not.
There is no doubt that he was still praying to himself, then entering the fog, responding and giving the power of the psychic.
The flames of the candle suddenly rose and were dyed with a dark blue color when it swayed.
Klein felt everything quiet, as if he had come to a realm that was not real.
His pupils were occupied by pure black, and even the whites of his eyes were driven away.
No longer need to use the skills of dream divination, he has been promoted to a faceless man, with the help of the fog that has just entered reality, and directly saw the thoughts that remained in Winter's spirituality and were unwilling to dissipate.
There were three pictures. One was that Winter, who was tall and thin, with slightly curly black hair and deep facial features came to a discarded corpse. He was stunned to see a shiny gem that was filled with life-filled breath; the other was that Winter was lying on the bed, his eyes were closed, his mouth was slightly opened, and various mushrooms grew on the surface of his skin, and piles of cockroaches and moths were piled up, and on his chest, there was a silver necklace, and the pendant was the previous turquoise gem. Third, a flax-haired girl with beautiful appearance and moist eyes, who was sitting by the sea, surrounded by Winter's unwilling voice:
Ruini, I'm going to die, I regret it so much, I regret never told you that I love you, I want you to marry me...
The picture was broken and the psychic ended. Klein looked around and found that there was still darkness and gloom in the house.
This guy is so unlucky… Klein shook his head and sighed.
He had initially grasped the reason for Winter's death, which was to pick up things randomly:
Most extraordinary people do not know the laws of immortality and conservation of extraordinary characteristics. They did not expect that dead people can also precipitate characteristics and become materials. This process is relatively slow and easy to be missed. Therefore, after they kill the extraordinary people, they often search and throw away the corpses, which will make it cheaper for passers-by like Winter or creatures in the wild under the sea.
Winter didn't know that it was an extraordinary characteristic and thought it was a magical gem, so he made it into a necklace and stored it closely. As a result, he was slowly affected by pollution and died in pain.
Note 1: This is a broken incident in the British East India Company in India. It is worthy of being a bureaucratic empire. It has everything you should have in this regard. I laughed to death when I read the information before.
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