Chapter: 1280
"I think, I think, this is an essential, necessary quality to be a good policeman."
He originally wanted to say that I think I am also a Loenian, but he was afraid that the gentleman opposite would be angry because of it.
Klein secretly exhaled, and slowly walked towards the street entrance.
He saw along the way that the local clothing style was completely different from mainland cities such as Backlund and Tingen, and even different from the ports such as Damir and Bansi, which had been colonized for more than two hundred years.
Respectable people from Ruen wear dresses, tall hats, bow ties, and civilized sticks, making people around them obedient, afraid to look directly at them, and afraid to touch them. The rest of the natives or mixed races prefer jacket-style thick coats Wide-legged loose trousers and a peaked cap from the mainland. He doesn't like black and prefers brown, coffee, and light gray. To Klein, this is indeed a bit weird, but it also gives him the feeling of being in a foreign country.
Of course, the natives and mixed races with higher status are also imitating the clothes of the Loen people, thinking that this is the expression of civilization.
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At two o'clock in the afternoon, "Swordfish Bar", a recognized gathering place for adventurers.
There weren't many drinkers at this time, so Klein easily passed through the tables and arrived at the bar.
He found that the difference between this place and other places is that there are three blackboards supported by wooden frames on the side of the bar, on which are pasted notices in white and yellow, with various contents and strange things, some hire bodyguards, some ask for help Those looking for people, some investigating the situation of a certain island, some offering a high price for the head of a certain pirate, and some claiming that they have obtained a treasure map and want to form a team. The divided affairs still belong to the adventurers here.
"A cup of Zalha." Klein knocked on the surface of the bar counter.
This is a kind of local malt beer, which is cheap and has a good flavor, and is very popular among adventurers, Klein learned from "Flame" Danitz.
"3 pence." The bartender glanced at the customer casually, and did not change his attitude just because the other person's face was unfamiliar.
After getting the beer, Klein sat on the high chair in front of the bar, took small sips, and quietly listened to the conversations of the drinkers around him, looking for valuable targets.
After nearly an hour, there were more customers in the bar, and Klein finally heard something that might be useful.
He regained his spirits and became more focused.
There were four people sitting at the table less than 3 meters away from him, and they were mourning a man named Wen Te
"I always thought that Winter was going to sea, but unexpectedly, he was at home all the time, very sick."
"Hey, if I had knocked on the door two days earlier, he wouldn't have died. You don't know how terrible the room is. There are mushrooms growing on his body, one by one, white."
"Shit! Stop talking! Can't you see I'm eating sausage?"
"Okay, ok, there are bugs everywhere in Winter's room, there are moths, flies, butterflies, bees, cockroaches, and the storm is here. I can't believe this is a place where humans live. Come on later. The police are also scared!"
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As the words of the conversation came to his ears, Klein frowned slightly. He felt that Winter's death was not normal. Within a few days of his death, the corpse was covered with mushrooms, and various insects were flying and crawling in the room.
Something to do with extraordinary events? For this level of abnormality, the police will definitely report it to the "Punisher" team... It sounds like it happened three or four days ago, and everything that needs to be dealt with should have been dealt with... Klein seriously considered whether to take a look. , at least the man named Winter, who was alone as an adventurer in Bayam, and none of his companions wanted to deliver the news of his death.
After listening for a long time, he initially grasped the place where Winter rented, which was in the nearby apartment at No. 47 Blackhorn Street.
After drinking the last Zarha beer, Klein put on his hat, left the bar, and went straight to the apartment.
After entering the gate, he half closed his eyes and whispered to himself
"The room where someone died recently."
After seven times in a row, Klein used his cane to conveniently and quickly come out of the room where Winter lived before.
It hasn't been rented out yet, the exception inside has been handled, and nothing seems wrong. JrNovels.com
He originally wanted to say that I think I am also a Loenian, but he was afraid that the gentleman opposite would be angry because of it.
Klein secretly exhaled, and slowly walked towards the street entrance.
He saw along the way that the local clothing style was completely different from mainland cities such as Backlund and Tingen, and even different from the ports such as Damir and Bansi, which had been colonized for more than two hundred years.
Respectable people from Ruen wear dresses, tall hats, bow ties, and civilized sticks, making people around them obedient, afraid to look directly at them, and afraid to touch them. The rest of the natives or mixed races prefer jacket-style thick coats Wide-legged loose trousers and a peaked cap from the mainland. He doesn't like black and prefers brown, coffee, and light gray. To Klein, this is indeed a bit weird, but it also gives him the feeling of being in a foreign country.
Of course, the natives and mixed races with higher status are also imitating the clothes of the Loen people, thinking that this is the expression of civilization.
����
At two o'clock in the afternoon, "Swordfish Bar", a recognized gathering place for adventurers.
There weren't many drinkers at this time, so Klein easily passed through the tables and arrived at the bar.
He found that the difference between this place and other places is that there are three blackboards supported by wooden frames on the side of the bar, on which are pasted notices in white and yellow, with various contents and strange things, some hire bodyguards, some ask for help Those looking for people, some investigating the situation of a certain island, some offering a high price for the head of a certain pirate, and some claiming that they have obtained a treasure map and want to form a team. The divided affairs still belong to the adventurers here.
"A cup of Zalha." Klein knocked on the surface of the bar counter.
This is a kind of local malt beer, which is cheap and has a good flavor, and is very popular among adventurers, Klein learned from "Flame" Danitz.
"3 pence." The bartender glanced at the customer casually, and did not change his attitude just because the other person's face was unfamiliar.
After getting the beer, Klein sat on the high chair in front of the bar, took small sips, and quietly listened to the conversations of the drinkers around him, looking for valuable targets.
After nearly an hour, there were more customers in the bar, and Klein finally heard something that might be useful.
He regained his spirits and became more focused.
There were four people sitting at the table less than 3 meters away from him, and they were mourning a man named Wen Te
"I always thought that Winter was going to sea, but unexpectedly, he was at home all the time, very sick."
"Hey, if I had knocked on the door two days earlier, he wouldn't have died. You don't know how terrible the room is. There are mushrooms growing on his body, one by one, white."
"Shit! Stop talking! Can't you see I'm eating sausage?"
"Okay, ok, there are bugs everywhere in Winter's room, there are moths, flies, butterflies, bees, cockroaches, and the storm is here. I can't believe this is a place where humans live. Come on later. The police are also scared!"
...
As the words of the conversation came to his ears, Klein frowned slightly. He felt that Winter's death was not normal. Within a few days of his death, the corpse was covered with mushrooms, and various insects were flying and crawling in the room.
Something to do with extraordinary events? For this level of abnormality, the police will definitely report it to the "Punisher" team... It sounds like it happened three or four days ago, and everything that needs to be dealt with should have been dealt with... Klein seriously considered whether to take a look. , at least the man named Winter, who was alone as an adventurer in Bayam, and none of his companions wanted to deliver the news of his death.
After listening for a long time, he initially grasped the place where Winter rented, which was in the nearby apartment at No. 47 Blackhorn Street.
After drinking the last Zarha beer, Klein put on his hat, left the bar, and went straight to the apartment.
After entering the gate, he half closed his eyes and whispered to himself
"The room where someone died recently."
After seven times in a row, Klein used his cane to conveniently and quickly come out of the room where Winter lived before.
It hasn't been rented out yet, the exception inside has been handled, and nothing seems wrong. JrNovels.com
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