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 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 are blocked by the police when you go out? You are the rebels in secret activities! Klein was about to withdraw his gaze, but he 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 against 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 a 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 with a cabinet, a table and a few chairs.

There are two doors on the right leading to the suspected bedroom, and the left is a "kitchen" separated 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 I was asking about 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:

"Fire."

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 yelled in his heart unwillingly.

Karat ignored "Fire Flame"'s praise without any sincerity, and instead laughed:

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

"Or why would 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, not to mention the "steel" Meveti, even the "blood thorn" Huntley was difficult to kill. The other party was able to succeed. It was rumored that he had obtained 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 tension, worry, vigilance and other emotions. The eyes were like a deep ocean.

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

"What are you here to do?" Carlat stopped obsessing about the topic just now.

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

"Look at what good things you have."

Carlat pointed at the table and said:

“It’s 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 finish it, you can freely pick an item from here without paying any price."

He laughed and added:

"According to your foreigners, they are not magical objects, but they all have supernatural powers that just slowly, well, not too slowly, until they disappear."

"What mission?" 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 eyes.

Laticia Dorira...Cran recognized at a glance who the rebels were looking for.

That was the female archaeologist, adventurer, who he met last night, on the same boat this morning, suspected of being a member of the "Moses Order" or "Feature Dawn".

Danitz looked carefully for two seconds and felt familiar.

Suddenly, he remembered where he had seen it:

German Sparrow next to him showed 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 abnormalities.

He is still very experienced in this regard.

The rebels who believed in the "Sea God" were looking for Laticia... The "Sea God"'s beliefs were all over the Rothed Islands, including Simime... A snake appeared last night... The image of the "Sea God" was 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 about it 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:

"You guys first see what you want."

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, which is slightly longer than the forearm, milky white all over, and has several dark red deep markings.

It can touch my inspiration... Klein stretched out his right hand and tried to pick up the sharp bone sword at the front and checked it carefully.

As soon as his finger touched the bone sword, a desperate and painful shout suddenly echoed in his mind, and 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.

It's a bit evil... not a simple item... Klein's expression, which had a stronger experience, only had minor changes.

He resisted the urge to open "spiritual vision" and was 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, it's 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's 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 behavior made him a little alert, so he rationally gave up his original plan.

Karat held his hands and said:

“It’s not expensive.

"Or look at other ones?"

"No need." Klein's pupils suddenly shrank, he turned his body directly and walked towards 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 a powerful adventurer who killed "steel" Maviti, "blood thorn" Huntley and others!

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

He identified 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 prostrating and dispersing again to avoid.

But unlike before, a man still knelt on his spot without moving.

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

Danitz subconsciously glanced at 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 in his whole body.

Danitz was startled and dared not look around again, 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 urging in his heart.

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 Sparo.
Chapter completed!