This gentleman's formal attire was always draped over his arms until he left the coffin.

Then, Klein watched the gentleman go straight to the church of the Lord of Storms and walked in.

This is really a strange sense of disobedience... Didn't the Church of the Storm always like to change the customs of the colonies and push Loen's way? Why not do this in East Balam? Because the "Reaper" pathway and the "Dark Night" pathway are of a similar type, the Church of Storms hopes to preserve some folk customs in the domain of the God of Death, so as to contain the spread of the Church of the Night? Klein nodded thoughtfully, turned to the row of buildings on the right, and prepared to enter one of the bars.

With this field experience, he vaguely understood why the ancient clothing style of the Balam Empire written in many history books was like that.

I like to wear trousers, I like light type, and I like to have wrinkles... Isn't this convenient for going out and lying in a coffin? Klein shook his head with a smile, pushed open the heavy wooden door of the bar, squeezed through drunks, and walked towards the bar area.

At this time, the two "stalkers" of the military distanced themselves from Dawn Dant�s for fear of being exposed, and they just walked to the door.

Grasping this brief gap, Klein turned around suddenly, passed through the crowd like a fish, and ran towards the back door area of ??the bar.

��Although he didn't know Dutanyu, he could understand the drawn signs and knew where the restroom was and where customers stopped.

After walking around to the invisible area of ??the gate, Klein shook his shoulders, quickly took off his coat, and put it on his arm.

Immediately afterwards, he gripped the gold-encrusted cane, stretched out his palm to cover his face, slowed down, changed direction again, and headed for the bar gate.

When he was nearly ten meters away from the place where he took off his coat just now, Klein put down his right hand that was pressing on his face, and his entire image changed completely.

His gray temples, deep eyes, and refined temperament all disappeared, replaced by the appearance of Loen people that can be seen everywhere in the Northern Continent.

Carrying his luggage and his walking stick, Klein walked towards the two military "stalkers" with steady steps. When they were looking around for Dawn Dant�s, he passed them and left the bar. .

Both tracking and anti-tracking are the strengths of "Faceless Man"!

Back on the square, Klein turned into a small alley that slanted to a higher place, planning to find a hotel elsewhere.

Walking on the secluded road with few people, he suddenly heard a woman's terrified cries.

The sound only lasted for a short time before stopping abruptly.

Although he couldn't understand what the other party was yelling, Klein could feel the fear, fear, and panic. So, he made a wrong step and entered a narrower path with no pedestrians.

Within ten seconds, he saw in a hidden corner,

There was a local man in his thirties with brownish skin and gentle facial features, pressing on a little girl who was at most thirteen or fourteen years old, and violently assaulted her.

Klein took a look, slowed down, and stopped in the nearby shadows.

At this time, the little girl's face was distorted by extreme panic, but no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't get rid of it, and even got beaten.

Tears and snot were streaming down her nose, and her mouth was stuffed with rags, so she could only make a whimpering sound.

At this moment, she was surprised to find that the villain's movement of trying to take off her clothes slowed down.

"..." She didn't have time to think about what happened. She subconsciously looked at the villain, and saw that his eyes were wide open, and his face muscles moved slowly, unable to piece together a complete expression. Then, his hands and feet twitched and paused. He continued with what he had just done, but was easily dodged.

The little girl instinctively pushed the other party, which produced an excellent effect. She lightened immediately, stood up quickly, and was about to escape from here, but her legs couldn't stop being weak. After running a few steps, she unexpectedly Tripped over a stone and almost fell to the ground.

At this time, she heard footsteps behind her, and her heart became more flustered, and her hands and feet became more flustered.

Then, the footsteps stopped.

The little girl looked back subconsciously, and saw the villain standing stiffly two meters away, doing all kinds of weird movements as if his joints were rusted.

"What happened..." The little girl felt like she was dreaming. JrNovels.com