"Brother, what's going on with those posted on the wall? The one I'm looking for seems to be very beautiful?"
Klein, who was dressed as a worker, raised his eyebrows stiffly and pushed out a few coins calmly.
The bartender who was chatting with someone said "Hey", put away the coins skillfully, took the half-full beer from the side, and pushed it in front of Klein's eyes.
"Do you have a portrait of that woman? How do you know she is beautiful?"
He looked at Klein, with an unreadable smile on his face.
"You're not illiterate. Isn't it written all over it?"
"Just look for it if you're interested."
It’s not easy to do it... Klein’s stiff cheeks moved, he smiled and took a sip of the beer in front of him, and tried again:
"Isn't it very uneasy recently..."
As he spoke, he silently performed an illusion, pulled out an ordinary coin, disguised it as a gold coin, and pretended to put it into the bartender's hand.
The bartender who caught a glimpse of a familiar golden color smiled implicitly, maintaining Loen's good tradition, and lowered his voice as if unintentionally.
"In short, you just think that you are a big shot and have fallen in love with that woman. Our boss is just making a deal with someone."
Making deals with people... Haha, that sounds pretty nice.
Treat others as their younger brothers. According to your logic, I have cooperated with the goddess before... Klein pretended not to hear that the other party was defending his boss and the gang behind him, and was just trying to please the compensation.
A few smiles, and then under the cover of illusion, he squeezed into the crowd, walked around a few times, and returned to his place.
He had just disguised his appearance with magic, and the residual effect of the "Magician" magic was enough to last on the coin for more than ten minutes. By the time the bartender found out, he and Old Kohler had already left for who knows where?
Already.
"Sir, where do you want to go soon?"
Klein had only left for a while, but Old Kohler had already eaten all but one of the white bread on the table, while the potato and beef stew remained untouched.
"Do you know where gangsters who carry wanted posters usually operate?"
Klein pushed the pot of potatoes and beef in front of Old Kohler, and continued to taste the coffee.
The somewhat flattered old Kohler swallowed his saliva carefully and hesitated for a while before replying:
"Mr. Moriarty, I probably know where those gangsters are usually, but if they know that you are a reporter..."
"I'm just doing some research, don't worry, nothing will happen." Klein smiled slightly, and the coin that appeared in his hand at some point spun around and fell smoothly into his palm.
On the flip side...
He had divined that there would be no danger.
.............
In a certain house in Jowood District.
Maric, who had a layer of dust on his vest, suppressed the madness in his eyes. After confirming that the "Crimson Moon Crown" worn close to his body was still calm, he slowly took a breath.
He carefully closed the door, then looked at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and said in a bad tone:
"Jax may already know about Caspars' relationship with us."
"Before, they only discovered our stronghold in the Brave Bar, but they didn't necessarily know the specific relationship between us and Caspars. But now that this old guy has made a trip, Jacks will be able to follow him in the Brave Bar sooner or later.
We can find us through the traces left by the bar.”
Sharon, in a complicated black dress, slowly emerged with her own color in the air and landed on a high stool nearby, as if she had no weight.
Regarding Sequence 4 of the same path, Sharon and Maric have almost no backhand ability, and as "indulgent faction", they also know very well what abilities the other party has. Sharon knows that Maric's analysis is basically true. If other things are not considered, factors, it was only a matter of time before Jax discovered them through Caspars.
"Even if you kill him, nothing will change."
Miss "Resentful Soul" said softly after thinking for a while.
Alien species can awaken dead corpses at Sequence Six. At the same time, after being promoted to "Wraith Soul", they can closely connect with the spirit world in the spiritual state. As a demigod, it is not difficult for Jacks to find clues from a corpse.
"Then we can only leave Backlund."
After a short silence, Maric, who looked increasingly irritable, scratched his hair and let out a long breath.
Since the death of His Highness, they have left their hometowns in the Highland Kingdom of the Southern Continent and fled all the way to Loen. They finally managed to gain a foothold and hide in this capital city with a huge population.
Now he has to embark on the journey of escape again. He is neither willing nor sees much hope.
Along the way, the "temperance faction" fell apart. Under the fierce pursuit of the "indulgence faction", there may be only two of them left.
Sharon, who was sitting on a high stool and holding her cheek lightly with her palms, was thinking about her companion's proposal. Her pure light blue eyes stared at the void point of view and said word by word:
"We can find help."
"Sherlock Moriarty?" Maric, who had previously felt violated by the inexplicable trust between the two, asked immediately.
Sharon nodded slightly in disbelief.
"He still has some secrets."
"But he is the middle rank." Maric did not give in at all. Although there was still strong malice brewing in his eyes, the madness was much less and more of a clear mind.
"Although I also know that he hides some secrets and may be backed by a secret organization, there is no reason for him to help us fight against a demigod. We cannot afford to deal with a demigod now."
Sharon, whose face was delicate and inhuman, rolled her eyes and said, "No need to deal with it."
She adhered to the concept of "moderation" as always, and her concise answer confused Maric.
"His bronze whistle is of high status."
Bronze whistle?
Maric was stunned for a moment, and his brows knitted together unconsciously as he recalled the item that seemed to be extremely attractive to the undead.
What does this have to do with the copper whistle?
Sharon on the high stool did not answer. Maric recalled the characteristics of the copper whistle, and his frown suddenly relaxed.
"You mean to use the high status of the bronze whistle to confuse Geras's divination and cause him to misjudge?"
If this is the case, perhaps other effects can be achieved... Maric breathed a sigh of relief and added in his mind.
High-level items contaminated with the aura of the undead can not only interfere with divination, but may even make Jacks mistakenly believe that they have joined the "Spiritual Order" and other sects that control the path to the undead.
"This is indeed a good method." Seeing that Sharon did not refute, Maric nodded and immediately asked another question.
"Then how do we borrow that bronze whistle?"
He didn't think Sherlock Moriarty would lend it to him... Thinking of this, Maric glanced at Sharon, who was as cold and calm as a doll, and let out an inexplicable sigh.
“It’s very close to Minsk Street.”
That is to say, we will come to visit...Maric suddenly felt a sense of boredom, scratched his head hard, and then walked to the room where the sedatives were stored.
But now, he is not so worried about Jacks who has arrived in Backlund.
.........
"This is the area controlled by those dock gangs?"
Klein looked at the residential area with uneven houses of different styles and clicked his tongue.
Contrary to what he imagined, although they were called dock gangs, a considerable part of the area they controlled was in the residential areas of the East District.
"They mainly operate on these two streets and the dock near the bar just now."
Listening to Old Kohler's answer, Klein asked:
"They only control the port we just saw?"
Old Kohler looked around carefully and whispered:
"Actually, they only controlled part of the port just now, and the people in the army there were more talkative."
Klein nodded ignorantly and said, "Sure enough," he said.
Just like the previous support for Capping through MI9, other high-level officials in the kingdom can also use similar means to secretly support the gangs. The royal family can do this regardless of their status, and underground officials and the military will definitely have less pressure to do it.
Seeing that Klein seemed to be thinking, Old Kohler, who was standing aside, felt a little uneasy. The cold wind blew through the wrinkles on his face, stinging him a little.
The wanted notices for Miss Sharon and Maric only appear here, and they should not be the same person behind the wanted Mr. Azik. The person pursuing them should be the demigod of the "Sexualist Faction" or other members.
, as for those who want to find traces of Mr. Azik...
Heh, a demigod who is probably only Sequence Four took the initiative to pursue an angel. Unless it was a ritual requirement, he could only be suffering from depression and wanted to experience the warmth of the underworld... Klein's eyes rolled.
, and looked again at the old Kohler, who was sniffling from the cold.
"Well, don't worry, I'm just taking a stroll."
"I want to see the real situation under the control of gangsters in the East District. Just take me for a walk."
As he spoke, Klein looked around the street where only children and women were walking in front of him, and finally his eyes fell on a few women who were arguing.
The women seemed to have caught a thief. The thief, who only reached the woman's waist, huddled his head and covered it with his hands, silently accepting the treatment of the thick wooden sticks used to starch the clothes.
Through his spiritual vision, Klein frowned when he saw that the thief's aura was getting weaker and weaker.
"Those are the washerwomen?"
Old Kohler followed his gaze and looked over, pinched his nose and said angrily:
"Yes, they are all from this street." The unemployed worker also saw the thief being beaten.
He looked to be no more than ten years old, and his body was still underdeveloped due to long-term lack of nutrition, and he could not even straighten his body, so he could not reach the waist level of the tallest female worker.
"That child doesn't seem to be physically able to withstand such a beating." Under Klein's spiritual vision, although the thief's aura was weak, the women who were beating him were all emitting unnatural brilliance.
Different spirits emit varying degrees of unhealthy light in the same location.
Years of working in a humid environment have caused irreversible damage to their bodies, which is why Klein did not act rashly even when he saw that the child's breath was getting weaker.
He couldn't tell what the right thing to do was.
"Well, there is a female worker there who I happen to know. The thief is about the same age as her little daughter." Old Kohler, who was also watching from the sidelines, may have been used to similar scenes and didn't have much emotion. He was just lamenting.
He knew that none of these female workers were willing to take their lives. They just wanted to vent after catching the thief to relieve the pressure brought by life and the unprepared property to deal with the disasters that would follow at any time.
Of course, as for how the thief will be punished by the gang behind him after being taught a lesson by them, will he suffer from injuries, starve to death or die of illness in a corner, or will he devote himself to washing basins and wet clothes again?
They will consider what constitutes hell.
Anyway, they didn't kill the person.
"enough."
Old Kohler was still lamenting, but suddenly he heard Mr. Moriarty behind him suddenly raise his voice, stop the woman who was beating the thief, and strode over.
In the chaos, a group of female workers suddenly stopped. Several women who mistakenly thought that the police or gangsters were coming behind the thieves turned around and ran away. For a moment, only two women with sallow faces and straight faces were left standing.
He held the thick wooden stick in his hand tightly.
"Is this one of your men?"
The widow that Old Kohler mentioned just now raised the stick menacingly, like an angry female orangutan, trying to use her momentum to make Klein retreat.
"No, if we just keep beating him, he might die." Klein shook his head calmly, put the chain-blade cane wrapped in linen under his arm, and gently raised the thief who had collapsed into mud on the ground with both hands.
This is a big boy with gray eyes, but the thick blood left on his forehead has covered the brilliance of his eyes, and only his cracked lips stained with sand keep saying thank you.
The two ladies, who thought it was the gangsters who were provoking trouble, looked at Klein's behavior and felt a little confused for a moment.
In all the years they have lived in the East District, no one, not even the police, has ever cared about such noisy matters.
Old Kohler hurriedly ran from behind, shouting.
"Liv, this gentleman is not a gangster...no."
He took a few breaths, and then continued to talk to the washing woman he knew:
"This gentleman just happened to be passing by me."
The washing lady named Liv looked at old Kohler in surprise. After holding it in for a long time, she murmured:
"Old Kohler! Shouldn't you be at the dock now?"
"Have you found a job?"
Seeing the obvious joyful surprise of the acquaintance in front of him, Kohler's cheek suddenly twitched, a hint of bitterness appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he was about to defend himself.
"I'm a reporter, and I hired old Kohler to be my guide." Klein, who had already helped the thief up and checked that nothing was wrong, said in a low voice.
"reporter?"
This time it wasn't just Liv, another washing lady also repeated in surprise, with a subtle hint of restraint and a little bit of inferiority on her face.
Although they have often heard of journalists secretly investigating the East District, they have never encountered him personally.
Old Kohler on the side opened his mouth a few times, his eyes wandering, and finally nodded dullly, suppressed the loneliness at the corner of his mouth, squeezed out a smile and said:
"Yes, this is for the good sir. I am now serving as his guide."
The tense atmosphere dissipated. Klein returned the chain-blade cane to his left hand and silently glanced around. The thief just now had disappeared.
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