Frankly speaking, because of his identity and cognition in his previous life, he had a lot of sympathy for the resisters of colonial rule at first, without the consciousness of a Loenian. After overlapping, my heart became more defensive and repulsive.

This is not to discriminate against local beliefs, but as far as he knows, the traditional beliefs of all colonial islands remain at the stage of primitive sacrifices, advocating blood food and living sacrifices, and are in a rather ignorant state.

In addition, based on the emperor's experience and my own experience, the extraordinary nature of this world has elements of madness and distortion. It is basically impossible for the "gods" who are still in the stage of primitive sacrifices to resist this trend. The style can be imagined... Ryan didn't speak, followed Danitz's side and walked into the room.

"Edmonton, who's here?" A mellow voice came from a seat by the window.

"They made a disguise," said the tattooed man as he closed the door.

At this time, Klein had a panoramic view of the situation in the room and gained a preliminary grasp.

The living room here is not big, and a cabinet, a table, and a few chairs already seem cramped.

There are two doors on the right that lead to what seems to be a bedroom, and on the left is the "kitchen" separated by cabinets. As for the bathroom, there is no doubt that there is no such thing. When Klein went upstairs, he found that the corner of the stairs on each floor There is a public washroom, and the smell that has not been cleaned for a long time permeates, urging pedestrians to go upstairs and enter the house as soon as possible.

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

There are four or five men standing or sitting at the door of the "bedroom" and in the living room. They are all local races with darker skin and slightly curly black hair. More or less red oil paint, as for the sea snake tattoo, Klein couldn't see if it was there because it was blocked by his clothes.

Some of them had revolvers on their waists, some carried brown-red shotguns, and some even carried off-white steel backpacks and long thick high-pressure steam rifles, forming a semi-surrounding for Danitz and Klein who were getting started. situation.

The person who asked the question just now was a man in an iron wheelchair, about forty years old, with a blanket on his knees and a jacket.

He shaved his head bald, with a blue beard on both sides of his cheeks, and his dark brown eyes were restrained and seemed to be calm.

He glanced at the visitor, and slowly smiled: "Lie Yan."

Danis froze for a moment, forced a smile and said, "Karat, your eyesight is really good."

Shit! Are my makeup and makeover skills really that bad? He roared in his heart unwillingly.

Karat ignored the insincere praise from "raging flames" and instead laughed and said, "I heard you killed 'steel' and 'scarlet thorn'?"

"Otherwise, how would they die?" Danitz asked without hesitation.

Karat narrowed his eyes, and his gaze slowly shifted to Klein who had a featureless face.

He knew very well that it would be very difficult to kill "Blood Thorn" Huntley with "Raging Flame" Danitz alone, not to mention "Steel" Maveti. The other party was able to succeed. Rumor has it that he got a powerful adventurer , the help of experienced bounty hunters.

Is it the one next to him? Karat looked into Klein's eyes, and found no tension, worry, vigilance and other emotions. Those eyes were like a deep ocean.

It is likely to be... at least stronger than "raging flames"! He winked at Edmonton and the others, and secretly raised his guard.

"What are you guys doing here?" Karat didn't dwell on the topic just now.

Danis subconsciously glanced at Klein, and replied after seeing the affirmative nod: "See what good things you have."

Karat pointed to the table and said, "It's all on top."

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

Before Klein and Danitz could examine it, Karat clapped his hands and said, "I have a mission.

"If you can complete it, you are free to pick an item from here without paying any price."

He laughed and added: "According to the definition of you outsiders, they are not magical items, but they all have some supernatural power, but they will slowly, um, not too slowly weaken until they disappear."

"What mission?" Klein asked calmly, not hiding the fact that Danis was just a follower. JrNovels.com