Chapter 10 The Adventurer

As soon as he stepped on the deck, and before he had time to enter the cabin, Klein saw a figure passing through the crowd from the corner of his eye and walking towards him.

He looked casually on the surface, but secretly looked over vigilantly, and found that it was a man in his thirties wearing a half-height black top hat and a long trench coat of the same color.

The other party has a face polished by wind and frost, rough but extremely masculine, and the light blue eyes are not smiling, as if many past events have been precipitated.

Looks familiar... By the way, the guy I met at the ticketing company yesterday seems to be an adventurer too... He was wearing a windbreaker at sea in January, and he is very strong... Klein mentioned it with ease. The cane, pointing downwards, smiled and said:

"Good morning, we meet again."

He was like greeting an old friend.

The rough man was not surprised, stopped, nodded slightly restrained and said:

"Cleves, the former adventurer.

"Dude, are you a colleague?"

"I thought you knew about it yesterday, Gehrman Sparrow." Klein responded with a smile.

He did not hand over his cane to his left palm because he did not intend to shake hands.

"It can be seen." Cleves was silent for two seconds. "Adventurer is not a good job. I have changed careers and become a bodyguard. This time, I am going to the capital of Rorsted Islands with my employer's family."

He half turned around and pointed to another spot on the nail plate.

Klein looked around and saw nearly ten people gathered together. The leader was a middle-aged and fat gentleman with ruddy cheeks and bright eyes. On the double-breasted frock coat, he could see the gold chain of the pocket watch and the jewelry inlaid with jewels. collar pin.

Beside him was a lady wearing a wide-brimmed round hat, her face was completely covered by the hanging dark blue veil, and her figure was still in good shape.

In front of the two stood two children, one big and one small. The youngest was a boy, less than 10 years old, wearing a children's version of a tuxedo formal suit. The older one was fifteen or sixteen years old. She was a vigorous girl, and she was not particularly outstanding in appearance. , but a pair of brown eyes are quite agile, and the light freckles and fluffy pleated skirt add a bit of playfulness to her.

Surrounding them were three people carrying suitcases and carrying various items. One man and two women were all dressed as servants. One of the maids had a brown complexion and was obviously of the Southern Continent race.

Protecting the above seven people is a man and a woman,

They dress simply and smartly, with white shirts, light sweaters, black coats, dark trousers and sturdy leather boots.

The two bodyguards did not specifically cover up the marks made by the gun bags around their waists, and unrelentingly examined the pedestrians coming and going, with sharp eyes and a calm demeanor.

"Three servants, three bodyguards?" Klein asked casually.

This configuration is quite extravagant, indicating that the employer is a rich man... He made a judgment instinctively.

"Yes." Chris nodded.

He didn't say any more, turned around quickly, and walked towards the employer's family.

... Klein froze there, not knowing what the other party meant by coming here to say hello.

Recalling the novels, movies and TV series he had read in his previous life, he gradually understood the hidden meaning of Cleves.

He was a little wary of me, or someone who claimed to be an adventurer and didn't seem easy to mess with, so he introduced himself in advance, showed his identity and what he was going to do, and told me not to think of his employer's family. Simply put, you Do yours, I'll do mine, mutual non-aggression... Is this the tacit understanding between experienced adventurers or experienced bounty hunters? Interesting... Klein chuckled, carried the suitcase and black cane, entered the cabin, and found his own room according to the ticket.

With a creak, he pushed open the wooden door and walked in.

This room is not spacious, just enough to place a bed, a table and a cabinet, and there are no chairs.

Its greatest advantage was the windows, through which the harbor sunlight streamed in, casting pure specks of gold on the tables and beside the bed.

"The crew just now said that the toilets and showers are shared, about one in eight rooms. If you are in a hurry, you can provide a wooden toilet, but you have to pay for the cleaning fee, which is 3 pence each time... I have to thank you, The White Agate has been remodeled, with many metal pipes laid, boilers burning, and hot water supply, providing a relatively convenient lifestyle, otherwise travel would not be a pleasant thing..." Klein said a few words with emotion silently .

He quickly took out the necessary items and placed them on the table for daily use.

After tidying up, he sat on the edge of the low bed, listening to the long whistling whistle, feeling the power from steam and machinery contained inside.

The ship started sailing, and Klein looked at the sea view outside the window, then gradually withdrew his thoughts and began to think about the next most important thing, which was how to play the role of "The Faceless Man".

In the face of the coming ceremony of the "True Creator" and the powerful Mr. A, the decision to give up the escape attempt to destroy made him digest the potion a little bit. Based on this feedback, he has some new understanding of the role of "Faceless Man" .

"'You can pretend to be anyone, but you can only be yourself', this is the rule that the 'Secret Master' Rosago is required to remember... I thought at first that 'self' refers to the original identity, but now it seems that, This is not perfect, what is yourself, you must really understand..." Klein leaned forward, bathed in the sun, like a statue thinking.

After a while, he gradually had an idea:

"Does this correspond to my own spirit, referring to the truest self in my heart?

"Even when he was on Earth, Zhou Mingrui had a lot of disguises, forming a social persona. In a sense, this has a lot of false elements.

"Hmm... When I take on the appearance of other people and replace their identities, in order not to be discovered, I also have to make a disguise in terms of interpersonal relationships, which is equivalent to wearing a different personality mask.

"When all the personas are removed and there are no more leftovers, what kind of 'self' will the 'faceless man' finally see?

"Is this the deep meaning of 'self' in that code?

"When I confront my inner thoughts, when I overcome my fears, when I don't challenge the impossible for social reasons, do I truly be myself?

"To be explored and verified..."

Thinking of this, Klein changed his posture in order to sit more comfortably.

After reminiscing about the past, he discovered another problem with acting:

"When I was in the underground ruins, I disguised myself as Ince Zangwill and successfully escaped from the predicament, but why didn't the potion show signs of digestion at all?

"Does this mean that this kind of shallow camouflage is not enough to digest the 'Faceless Man' potion?

"Well, this is closer to the application of extraordinary abilities than impersonation!"

"The role-playing that can promote the digestion of potions is a deep-seated disguise. Is it really replacing a person and becoming him in a social sense? Only when his relatives and friends can't find out for a long time will it show that the disguise is successful?

"So, I feel like I'm compatible with the 'Faceless Man' potion because I successfully disguised Klein Moretti before?

"The first rule of the 'Faceless Man', you can pretend to be anyone, but you can only be yourself... The second rule is to carry out a deep disguise to hide from everyone?

"However, to replace a person and become him in a social sense, just imagining, is very evil...

"Are you looking for someone who died in a foreign country but has unfulfilled wishes?"

Klein settled down the inexplicable fear, and initially drew up a direction to try.

"The higher the sequence, the harder it is to act..." He sighed, took out his pocket watch, and pressed it to check the time.

Seeing that it was still early for lunch and the room was too cramped, he decided to take a walk on the deck to enjoy the sea breeze and enjoy the scenery.

After the first hour of sailing, there were not many people on the deck, and Klein walked along the ship's side until he arrived at a secluded area with a large shadow.

The sun is very sunny and warm today... Except for the relatively strong wind, you have to be careful with your hat, there are no shortcomings... He pressed the half-top hat on his head, leisurely inspected the cabin, and listened to the faint sound of music coming from inside.

Suddenly, he saw the former adventurer Cleves busy in the corner, with a triangular thorn, a dagger and a short knife in front of him.

Cleves noticed something, looked up at him, very windy, and said unsmilingly:

"They're old folks, they've got to be maintained a lot."

Having said that, he added:

"There are children in the cabin."

"Understood." Klein responded with a smile.

Cleves buried his head and continued to be busy, asking casually:

"You don't seem to have these things with you?"

"I'm used to using weapons that keep up with the trend of the times." Klein said cryptically, "And I often do maintenance."

Cleves silently raised the dagger, glanced at the sun, and said to himself:

"At sea, guns alone are not enough.

"Pirates will board the ship, and there will be many people. When you finish shooting, you won't have a chance to reload. Although these guys are not the trend of the times, they are useful enough."

Very professional... As expected of a former adventurer... Klein leaned against the side of the boat and said half-jokingly:

"If there are pirates boarding the ship, I will most likely choose not to resist."

Cleves turned his head and stared at him for a full three seconds before retracting his gaze. Then, while packing up his belongings, he said in a low voice:

"It seems that you don't need to be reminded, you already understand the rules of the sea.

"A bounty hunter who walks the land is often not an adventurer at sea."

He skillfully hid daggers, short knives, triangular thorns and other weapons under his clothes, which dazzled Klein.

"Thank you." Klein nodded with a smile.

Cleves stopped talking, turned and returned to the cabin, leaving only a broad and deep back.

Klein drew the corners of his mouth, shook his head, and cast his gaze over the ship's side.

The blue waves undulate gently, and silver-white flying fish jump out of the water from time to time, soaring in mid-air.

This kind of fish can "fly" and swim, and is considered by fishermen and sailors to be a member of the "Storm Lord". Flying fish one after another, an idea flashed through his mind uncontrollably:

Well, I don't know how their meat quality is...

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