Chapter 277 The First Day

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It seems that because of Miss Messenger, Ms. D pays more attention to Klein than she did at first.

While Ms. D was looking at the map and making plans, Klein took out the information that Reinette Tinichole and Ms. D had brought earlier, including the reply letter from Mr. Azik.

After the copper whistle was seriously damaged, Klein stopped using it to summon spirits to deliver messages. Fortunately, the messenger lady was there to make up for it in time.

In his reply, Azik first said that he was really busy recently and was sorry that he could not reply to the message in time. However, he remembered Klein's previous question and attached relevant information about the spiritual world predators. Azik bluntly said that he has recalled many things recently, and the holes in his memory are getting smaller and smaller. He has to digest and recover through deep sleep to balance human memory and divine instinct, otherwise it will be easy to gravitate towards the cold appearance of the past.

Seeing that Mr. Azik had not been affected by the previous incident and had now returned to normal, Klein truly relaxed and took advantage of the golden sunlight projected from the gap in the roof. He moved his gaze to the back in a good mood. Content.

Regarding the spiritual predators, Azik’s description is:

"... This is a very cunning and rare creature. It is very good at camouflage and is not easy to find... One thing that can be used is that it is very aggressive, but it is also very dangerous. Even if there is When approaching the strength of Sequence 4, you have to be cautious enough, otherwise, you will become its ghost if you are not careful..."

"Its specific characteristics are...the area where spiritual world predators often operate is the extremely dangerous 'Calderon City' deep in the spiritual world. There are many dangerous spiritual world creatures there. I don't recommend that you go there. But I don't know if there are still spiritual predators in other areas... I suggest you pray to the 'red light' El Moria. He is very friendly to humans, willing to answer similar questions, and has the corresponding information. authority...The key to the ceremony is the correct honorific name and symbolism..."

"When you have clues about the spiritual predators, you can wait for a while. I may be able to provide some help..."

How can this be so embarrassing... Klein raised his right hand and pinched both sides of his mouth.

He immediately turned over the paper and looked at the last page:

"...I am doing some very troublesome things now. I have never done these things seriously. I can't say that I like it, but I don't hate it either. I just find it very unimaginable...Okay, I should still have some free time. I remember 伱I told you that you wanted to come to the Southern Continent. Don’t go to places that have been occupied by the Balam Empire. If you must go, take the copper whistle with you..."

"...By the way, if there are spiritual plunderers only in 'Calderon City', if you encounter unimaginable danger there or see any dangerous people, throw the bronze whistle out."

Mr. Azik's change doesn't seem to be too big, at least from the letter, I can't tell what this last sentence means. Is the copper whistle he gave me actually a snake oil-like prop... Klein couldn't help laughing. He made a sound, flicked his hand, and ignited the papers in his hand, turning them into fly ash and falling into the dust accumulated in the corner of the warehouse.

The memory Mr. Azik recovered this time seems beyond imagination, and it actually gave an accurate geographical location in the spiritual world.

If his language and tone hadn't been exactly the same as usual, Klein would have doubted whether Mr. Azik had gradually turned into the "Death Consul" of the Gubalan Empire. Although Azik suggested in his letter not to go to Calderon and to ask "Red Light", one of the seven lights in the spiritual world, about other spiritual world predator activity areas, he still planned to ask Calderon in his reply. Things about the city.

No matter what, there are already "tricksters", and you have to have expectations as a human being... Also, I have to mention to Mr. Azik that I have arrived in the Southern Continent... Klein seriously thought about how to write a reply. .

However, he did not take action immediately because Ms. D on the other side had stopped writing and drawing.

Although she is a noble lady from the Northern Continent, Ms. D seems to have enough knowledge about the Southern Continent. She quickly made a new plan based on the existing situation, and even made two editions.

"We are now setting off directly from Port Caesar. There are two routes to choose from." Ms. D put the white paper with a simple route map and a rough plan on the box and gestured with a pencil, "Behrens City has entered a wartime state. , after canceling the sea route, the first route is to go directly west, but it may have to pass through the war zone between Balam and Loen. It is quite chaotic now, and it is said that there are still affected living corpses wandering around, and the spiritual influence of both sides There are still residues, and neither side has the means to deal with them in time.”

"Although we may not encounter danger, this road is not suitable for transporting items." Ms. D looked at the boxes in the warehouse.

Klein's understanding of the Southern Continent was limited to various organizations and the forces behind them, excluding transportation and war zones. He didn't expect that there would be another fight there just after he arrived, so he nodded pretendingly.

"So I suggest taking the second route."

Ms. D pointed to another line and said: "First walk south for a while, then bypass the war zone and go west to enter Behrens. However, during this process, we may attract the attention of the Loen military, so we need to avoid the aurora. The forces of Huihe Bailang - the officer who entrusted you should have given you the corresponding documents, right?"

Klein nodded: "The resume I gave them includes relevant experience in the Southern Continent, so they can be contacted appropriately."

With this written in her resume, Ms. D was very emotionally intelligent and did not ask Klein whether he had been here.

She looked at the warehouse and asked:

"How are you going to move these?"

These things need to be specially called for a small passenger ship to load them. If transported by horse-drawn carriage, not only do they need to be unpacked and repacked, but they also need at least ten horse-drawn carriages. Carrying so many things while walking in the chaotic Southern Continent is like a moving target. Anyone who sees it can't help but come up and touch a few. However, if Klein wanted to show his hard work in transporting goods and leave a clear route for Loen officials to investigate, then carriages and manpower were necessary.

Klein planned to wait and see first, then asked: "If we choose the second route, how long will it take to reach Behrens? The southern continent is not very safe now. I hope to resolve this matter within two weeks."

Then, he remembered that his two-week delivery deadline had just passed three days, and that the one-way trip between the north and south continents, where air routes were now blocked, actually took just over a day, and he avoided the army. The results of the divination do not deceive me. The impatient hunter was indeed of great help.

"If we use extraordinary means to transport it, we only need to walk through this route, which will take about four days."

"Do you have a sealed object that can quickly travel between two places? For example, a 'traveler' or something like that." Klein asked curiously, "Run's officers can't reach out to the Southern Continent, otherwise they wouldn't come to me. Come to help, I think it is completely okay to use some extraordinary means."

"Sorry, I don't have a 'traveler' item that can be moved freely." Ms. D shook her head regretfully, "I only have one item made with the properties of the 'mystic mage', which is fixed on a corner of my residence. The door must be monitored, otherwise it will escape on its own. It can only be opened and closed at regular intervals, and cannot be taken away."

There is no sequence 5, only sequence 4...

Klein said nothing. He began to think of strategies to divert attention: as long as Ms. D left after he arrived in Behrens City, he could use his "creeping hunger" to move the goods calmly, prevent his image from becoming more strange, and save money. Traveling expenses.

After making the decision, he asked again: "I remember that railways were laid between various cities in the southern continent, not to mention, these are all port cities."

"Why does the journey take four days?"

"Because the railway is out of service."

Klein thought of the resistance on Rhoside Island, and was a little surprised, but expectedly fell into silence.

Ms. D smiled: "In fact, people in the Southern Continent are very resistant to these advanced items, including railways, gas street lights, and steam engines."

"But this is not entirely because they are ignorant and backward. It is because these items were introduced using the simplest and crudest methods, such as using whips and forcing adult men to participate in railway construction, and not giving them enough food or adequate food. rest. The workers' life safety cannot be guaranteed, so they will naturally not support it, but the project still has to be carried out. After countless labor and human lives were used to build these modern facilities, they were used to serve the people of the Northern Continent. We took the train , they can’t afford shoes, how can you think people from the southern continent can accept it?”

Ms. D talked eloquently about the situation in the Southern Continent, and she did not look like a noble from the Northern Continent at all: "However, this time the Death Church and the Balam Empire did a good job. They did not let the people vent their anger and pry open the railway tracks, but only protected them and stopped them. ... Even so, damage is inevitable. There are also many people who pry the rails, or dig out the sleepers to look for the remains of their family, friends or ancestors, or just take a section of the rails away."

"Take away the rails?"

"People will fall into molten iron, but you can't waste a large vat of molten iron just because of one or two people. It would be too wasteful." Ms. D said in a normal tone, then looked at Klein and changed the topic naturally, " Sorry, I said too much in other aspects - Ah, Mr.

"Yes."

Klein controlled the urge to frown and temporarily put the words he just heard behind him: "Madam, you seem to know the Southern Continent very well."

"I have some properties here and at sea, which are in my name, so I will pay more attention to them." Ms. D smiled nonchalantly, "It's already ten o'clock. I had breakfast before coming here. What do you want? Go get something to eat, or should we just leave?”

"No need to eat," Klein said, "Just leave."

Ms. D put the pen and paper in her shoulder bag and stood up:

"OK."

Klein and her left the dilapidated warehouse, and took the initiative to go out to find the staff at the dock. They wanted to discuss the repair costs of the warehouse with them, hoping to put some boards on the roof to prevent the goods from being tampered with while leaving. It is exposed to direct sunlight or damaged by rain.

"excuse me……"

But as soon as he came to the young official who was counting the losses at the port, the young man who took the initiative to pour him a glass of hot water last night frowned at him and waved his hand impatiently:

"Go and stand in the back. There are a lot of things going on, so don't be annoying."

Klein was stunned at first. He looked around. Except for a few residents who were waiting for statistics, there were only people on the dock wearing simple rags picking up broken wood and iron sheets on the ground with their bare hands. It was impossible to tell what the other party was doing. . But since the other party said so, Klein had no choice but to take a few steps back. Through his enhanced hearing, Klein overheard the conversation of people picking up rags:

"Don't pick up wood, pick up pieces of iron."

A skinny Southern Continental man spoke in a low voice to a woman who was probably his wife, using the common language of the Northern Continent that he was not very proficient in, as if he was worried that other rag pickers would understand. Rough wood and rusty iron sheets were thrown into the sacks in their hands one by one. Wood thorns pricked their fingers, and they did not stop. However, the husband's expression was relaxed and even joyful when he spoke: "There are so many If we pick up some, our house will have a roof... This piece can be sold for at least 1 penny, which is enough to catch up with me selling a bag of charcoal..."

The wife picked up a piece of iron sheet the size of her palm. Suddenly her other hand reached out and snatched it away with a force, cutting the wife's palm.

The person who snatched the iron sheet was a child who had been eavesdropping. He picked up the bloody iron sheet and ran away, rushing into the crowd without looking back. The wife whose hand was cut was crying in panic. .

Klein stared at all this in shock, at the wife who was crying and wrapping her palms in dirty cloth, the child who ran away, the husband who kept cursing the damn child in a low voice, and other indifferent people. People who are still picking up scraps. He felt like he shouldn't just watch, but what should he do? The child hasn't escaped the control range of his spiritual body line yet, but what's the point of catching the child and sending Ironhide back? Or he should tell the couple in ragged clothes and body odor that they need to take medicine for being scratched by rusty metal, but how can people who have to pick up even 1 penny iron sheets afford expensive medicine?

The child ran into a recycling shop.

Under the sunshine, Klein suddenly felt a little confused.

He looked at the official who was doing statistics, and saw that he was drinking a glass of lemonade under the blazing midday sun as if he hadn't seen anything. Klein couldn't help but lean in again: "I hope to rent a warehouse in the port and repair its damaged roof."

The young official waved his hand and said impatiently:

"I don't care about these things."

Klein also endured his anger: "Then who should I go to?"

The young man yawned. He glanced at Klein from the corner of his eye, muttered something in Dutan, and then said angrily:

"If you want to rent, go to the town and find the person in charge of the dock to register."

"The roof is broken and we need someone to fix it."

Then, he turned his head to the side, leaving a brown patch on the back of Klein's head, as if he was too annoyed by him.

Klein's brows were almost twisted into a frown. At this moment, Ms. D, who had disappeared for a few minutes, came over and walked straight over with an aura like a savior. She wore a simple but still valuable dress. Create a gust of wind. The young man was alarmed by the approaching footsteps. She stood directly next to Klein and glanced at the young official with contempt under her sunglasses. Her tone was full of disdain:

"It's really dirty. Who's in charge here? You?"

The noble lady from the Northern Continent spoke Intis with an aristocratic accent, raised her skirt in disgust, kept a distance from everyone, and inadvertently showed off the diamonds inlaid on her boots. The young man was dazzled by the expensive brilliance. He stood up suddenly, nodded and bowed:

"I am, I am, distinguished lady, what are your orders?"

He smiled flatteringly, but Ms. D didn't even look at him.

"I want to rent a warehouse. Damn it, you low-class people are just as low-class as the warehouse. You just leave the roof open like this. What if I damage my precious goods?"

"Yes Yes!"

"So hurry up and replace it for me." Ms. D reported the location of the warehouse. "My things are very valuable. If you damage them even a little bit, I won't be able to afford the compensation even if I sell you all as slaves."

"Okay! Okay!" The young man bowed and responded repeatedly, making Klein want to help him straighten his waist.

"You better hurry up!"

At the end of the conversation, Ms. D took out a 5 Firkin note from her bag and threw it directly into the young man's face.

This is equivalent to 3-4 gold pounds, which is a considerable sum. The smile on the young man's face not only did not disappear, but became even more enthusiastic.

Ms. D walked away, and Klein followed closely. As soon as they left the port, they saw the young man calling a group of people, surrounding the broken warehouse where the goods were placed, and setting up ladders.

A troublesome matter was solved easily by Ms. D.

"Mr. X, you have never been to the Southern Continent, right?"

Ms. D returned to her normal state. She adjusted the position of her sunglasses, looked at the silent Klein, and said with some emotion and some teasing:

"If you have ever been to the Southern Continent, you would have dressed yourself up as a Northern Continent person before coming here."

"……You're right."

Klein had no choice but to admit his inconsideration, and couldn't help but start thinking about whether to adjust his face. If he was in a good mood a few minutes ago, now he was completely heavy, even a little aggrieved and angry. At this moment, he noticed that the child who had snatched the iron piece appeared on the street, huddled in the corner.

The bloody piece of iron disappeared. He held a piece of moldy bread only as big as his palm and gnawed hard.

TBC

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