Chapter 148 What I Thought Was True or False

The young man apologized profusely for his behavior.

"I'm sorry, maybe I haven't slept well recently, and I often mess with my brain, which caused some problems here."

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Riya pointed to his head, and the blood on his fingertips stained his forehead and fell to the ground along his cheeks.

"But you don't have to worry. This kind of injury can be healed with just a little stitching. It won't be painful at all...at least you are the first one in my mind to yell for something like this."

With that said, Riya carefully used the tentacles to sew the other person's face together again. There was no anesthesia during the whole process. The only problem was that the sutures were not very neat.

The threads formed by the tentacles were twisted and twisted, like squirming insects entangled together. The man's screams became weaker and weaker. After a while, Ria finally completed her suturing work.

He took a few steps back and wanted to see his work with satisfaction, but he didn't expect that the other person would suddenly faint because he couldn't bear the severe pain.

With a "pop", the blind beggar fell to the ground.

Riya felt that the other person's spirit was a little fragile, but at the same time, he squatted down and stared at the beggar's face: "Aren't you going to change the facial features and reveal the real face?"

"Don't think that by transforming facial features on your face you can disguise yourself as a normal person - a white-masked cultist."

The beggar's mouth was open crookedly, and blood seeped out from the corners of his mouth. He looked so miserable that he couldn't bear to look at it.

Of course, the other party couldn't answer Riya, and the movement here was quickly noticed. Some people couldn't see clearly what was going on here at first, but they wanted to get closer to check.

However, when they saw the scene on the ground, they immediately let out explosive screams and quickly fled the scene, fearing that it would be their turn if they were too late.

"I guess those people will report this matter to the Order, but it doesn't matter. No matter how much we investigate, the person with the white mask is still a white mask."

Some brave people gathered around him to watch the excitement. These people pointed at Riya. Riya didn't care about their gazes at all. After confirming that the people on the ground no longer responded, she left the place without interest.

Naturally, no one dared to stop this behavior.

The crowd watched Riya's figure disappear, and the beggar on the ground suddenly stood up and covered his face, running around in pain, and directly hit the light pole without making any sound.

His body slid down the lamp pole like a rag bag, and his ferocious facial features gradually faded.

"Has it been guessed? No, it should not have been guessed..."

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"Click."

Riya closed the door, sat at the desk, took out a box of matches, struck it, and lit the kerosene lamp.

The pungent smell of burning kerosene calmed him slightly.

"My feelings tell me I'm not wrong, that guy is the White Mask."

"What if I guess wrong?"

"Nothing unexpected."

"I mean, would you wrongly accuse a normal person for no reason, then take his life, and still think you are innocent?"

"There is no point in trying to prove this answer. Absolute black and white is the original sin."

Riya debated several times in her mind, which sounded like the monologue of a schizophrenic patient, but everyone would ask and answer questions like this sometimes, so there was nothing abnormal about this situation.

For a long time, he still thought that he was not wrong. Since he guessed correctly, there was no need to worry about the possible Order Association.

"Cuckoo!"

A pigeon flew to the window and walked back and forth along the window sill, nodding its head back and forth.

Ria opened the window, welcomed it in, and untied the reply tied to its feet.

After reading it carefully, he destroyed the letter, leaving only a special stamp as small as a fingernail.

This thing was a sign of membership, and the short reply clearly showed the club's welcome to Riya.

They would welcome anyone willing to pay for them, and to show her generosity, Ria reluctantly agreed to all their charges and gave a small tip.

The reply is just a message of agreement, but more complications lie ahead.

Soon after, Riya received a new package containing a complete set of professional clothing, a few souvenirs and a map.

The map marked the location of the club, and the attached letter revealed where they would conduct special training and actual combat exercises next.

"Damira Forest?"

Ria noticed the huge forest landscape at first sight, and it seemed like a good idea to start hunting there.

The activity location of the forest is marked with a red circle on the map. Only the outer layer is included. The inner layer is not within the activity range. The reason is that there are water pools inside the forest, and the person in charge of the activity is worried that his members will accidentally fall. Go to the swamp and suffocate to death.

"I can probably imagine that there is more than just a swamp inside." Riya knew that the other party was concerned about some extraordinary creatures, but he was targeting those guys at this time.

After everything was prepared, Ria took a steam car to her destination - known as the assessment headquarters for gun licenses in the entire South Adelin.

Since she had tipped in advance, Riya received warm hospitality from the staff almost as soon as she confirmed her identity.

"Do you want to choose a shotgun to learn? This thing is not easy. It usually requires a strong physique to withstand their recoil."

"So we need to get in shape first?"

"Yes sir, just like the large steel bars over there, you have to at least carry them for a few miles every morning and evening... Oh, of course, it's not that difficult in fact. You can give it a try."

Riya looked at the equipment over there. Many people were trying to lift them up and drag them with all their strength. There were also a few people who could run a long distance with heavy objects.

However, among so many people who are working hard, a slightly obese man is sitting on a recliner on the side, whistling with enjoyment on his face. Someone is holding an umbrella next to him to shield him from the scorching sun, and by the way, he is carrying a bunch of fruits to his Deliver it by mouth.

This scene made Riya a little bit curious: "Your minister is living a good life. He must be a sharpshooter."

"Don't talk nonsense! That's not our minister, that's a nobleman, a big shot, Leo Sicard, the younger brother of Viscount Sicard. I don't know why this young master doesn't want to come here to learn how to shoot.

But he doesn't actually need to learn. Shooting is usually done by his guards. Of course, they don't have much political power, so they just show off their power in this kind of thing.

As long as this person wants, he can walk away with a gun license now. I advise you not to have too much dealings with that person. "

"What about his brother?"

"Isn't he dead? I heard that he was killed by someone suffering from pollution syndrome. Our superiors also specifically asked us to pay attention to those dangerous creatures, but..."

This person seemed to want to say something, but could only hesitate, showing a very aggrieved expression.