Mystery: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

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It seems that because of Miss Messenger, Ms. D pays more attention to Klein than before.

While Ms. D was looking at the map and making plans, Klein took out the information that Reinette Tinekerr and Ms. D had brought together, the reply letter from Mr. Ards.

After the copper whistle was severely damaged, Klein no longer used it to summon spirit bodies to deliver messages. Fortunately, Miss Messenger made it up in time.

In his reply, Azik first said that he was really busy recently, and he was sorry for not being able to reply to the message in time, but he remembered Klein's question before, and attached the relevant information about the predator in the spiritual world.Azik bluntly said that he has recalled many things recently, and the holes in his memory are getting fewer and fewer. He has to digest and recover through deep sleep, and balance human memory and divine instinct, otherwise it is easy to be biased towards the cold appearance of the past.

Seeing that Mr. Ards was not affected by the previous incidents, and now he has returned to normal, Klein really relaxed. Taking advantage of the golden sunlight projected from the gap in the roof, he moved his eyes to the back in a good mood. Content.

Azik's description of the Spiritual Predator is:
"...This is a very cunning and rare creature. It is very good at camouflage, and it is not easy to find... One thing that can be used is that it is very aggressive. However, it is also very dangerous. Even if there is The strength is close to Sequence 4, and you have to be cautious enough, otherwise, if you are not careful, you will become its soul..."

"Its specific characteristics are...the area where the spirit world predators often operate is the extremely dangerous 'Calderon City' deep in the spirit world. There are many dangerous spirit world creatures there. I don't recommend you go there. But I don't know whether there are spirit world predators in other areas... I suggest you pray to 'Red Light' Al Moria, he is very friendly to humans, willing to answer similar questions, and has the corresponding knowledge authority... the key to the ceremony is the correct name and symbol..."

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

How embarrassing is this... Klein raised his right hand and pinched the sides of his mouth.

He then flipped the paper and looked at the last page:
"...I'm doing some very troublesome things now. I've never done them seriously. I can't say I like them, but I don't hate them either. I just think it's very unimaginable... Well, I should still be free, I remember you I said that you are going to come to the Southern Continent. Don’t go to places that have been occupied by the Balam Empire. If you must go, bring the copper whistle..."

"...By the way, if only 'Calderon City' has spirit world predators, if you encounter unimaginable danger there, or see any dangerous people, just throw out the copper whistle."

Mr. Ards doesn't seem to have changed too much. At least from the letter, he can't tell what the last sentence means. Is the copper whistle he gave me a tool like a panacea...Klein couldn't help laughing He let out a sound, shook his hand casually, 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 recovered by Mr. Ards this time seems to be beyond imagination, and it actually gave an accurate geographic location in the spirit world.

If it wasn't for his tone of voice remaining exactly the same as usual, Klein would have wondered whether Mr. Azik had gradually become the "Death Consul" of the ancient Balam Empire.Although Ards suggested in his letter that he should not go to Calderon, but to ask the "Red Light", one of the seven lights of the spiritual world, and other spiritual predators' activity areas, but he still planned to ask Calderon in his reply things in the city.

No matter what, there are already "deceitful monsters", and one must always have expectations... Also, I have to remind Mr. Azik that I have arrived in the Southern Continent... Klein seriously thought about how to write a reply letter .

However, he didn't do it immediately, because Ms. D on the other side had stopped writing and drawing.

Although she is the noble lady of the Northern Continent, Ms. D seems to have enough understanding of the Southern Continent, and quickly made a new plan based on the existing situation, and made two versions.

"We are starting directly from Kaiser Port now. There are two routes to choose from." Ms. D put the white paper with a simple route map and a general plan on the box, and indicated with a pencil, "The city of Behrens has entered a wartime state." , after canceling the sea route, the first route is to go directly to the west, but it may have to pass through the battle zone between Balam and Loen. It is quite chaotic there now, and it is said that there are affected living corpses wandering around, the spiritual influence of both sides There are still residues, and neither side can 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 traffic and war zones, and he didn't expect that there would be a fight again when he just came there, so he nodded with a feigned deepness.

"So I suggest the second route."

Ms. D pointed to another line and said: "Go south for a while, then go west around the war zone and enter Behrens. But in the process, we may be noticed by the Loen military, so we need to avoid Aurora Will fight with Balam's forces—the officer who entrusted you should have given you the corresponding documents, right?"

Klein nodded: "The resume I gave them has relevant experience in the Southern Continent, so they can get in touch appropriately."

This was written in the resume, so Ms. D was very emotional and didn't ask Klein if he had ever been here.

She looked at the warehouse and asked:
"How are you going to move these?"

These things need to be called for a small passenger ship to be loaded. If they are transported by horse-drawn carts, not only do they need to be disassembled and repacked first, but at least ten horse-drawn carts are required.Walking with so many things on the chaotic Southern Continent is like a moving target. Anyone who sees them can't help but touch a few.However, if Klein wants to show that he has worked hard to transport the goods and leave a clear route for Loen officials to investigate, then horse-drawn carriages and manpower are necessary.

Klein planned to wait and see first, so he asked, "If you choose the second route, how long will it take to reach Behrens? The Southern Continent is not safe right now, and I hope to resolve this matter within two weeks."

Then, he remembered that his two-week delivery deadline had just passed three days, and the one-way trip between the north and south continents where the air routes were blocked everywhere actually took more than one day, and he avoided the army.The results of the divinations do not lie to me, and the quick-tempered hunter was a huge help indeed.

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

"Do you have any sealed items that can quickly travel between the two places? Like 'Traveler'." Klein asked curiously, "Roen's officers can't reach the southern continent, otherwise they wouldn't be looking for me Come to help, I think it is completely possible to use some extraordinary means."

"Sorry, I don't have a 'traveler' item that can move freely." Ms. D shook her head regretfully, "I only have an item made with the characteristic of 'Mystic Master', which is fixed in a part of my residence. On the door, it must be monitored, otherwise it will escape by itself. It can only be switched on and off, and cannot be taken away."

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

Klein didn't say a word.He began to think about strategies to divert his attention: as long as Ms. D leaves after he arrives in Behrens City, he can use "squirming hunger" to move the goods calmly, prevent his image from becoming more strange, and save Traveling expenses.

After making a decision, he asked again: "I remember that railways were laid between 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 rebel army on Rorsted Island, and was a little surprised, but fell silent as expected.

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

"But it's not entirely because they are ignorant and backward, but because these items were introduced in the simplest and most brutal way, such as using whips and forcing adult men to participate in railway construction, not giving them enough food, not giving them enough The workers’ safety is not guaranteed, so they will naturally not support them, but the project still needs to be carried out. After using countless labor and human lives to pile up these modern facilities, they are used to serve the people of the Northern Continent. We take the train , they can't afford shoes, how can you say that the people of the Southern Continent can accept it?"

Ms. D talked eloquently about the situation in the Southern Continent, she didn't look like the nobles of the Northern Continent at all: "However, the Church of Death and the Balam Empire did a good job this time. They didn't allow the people to vent their anger and pry open the railroad tracks, but just protected them and shut them down. ...Even so, destruction is still inevitable. There are also many people who pry the rails, or dig up the sleepers to find the remains of their family, friends or ancestors, or take a section of the rail directly.”

"Take away the rails?"

"People will fall into molten iron, but it's too wasteful to waste such a large tank of molten iron because of one or two people." Ms. D said in a normal tone, then looked at Klein, and changed the subject naturally, " Excuse me, I have said too much in other aspects—ah, Mr. X, have you decided not to use carriages and horses for transportation?"

"Yes."

Klein controlled the urge to frown, and temporarily put aside the words he heard just now: "Ma'am, you seem to know the Southern Continent very well."

"I have some properties here and in the sea under my name, so I will pay more attention to them." Ms. D smiled nonchalantly, "It's already ten o'clock now, and I had breakfast before I came here, would you like Go get something to eat, or shall we just leave?"

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

Ms. D put the pen and paper into the satchel she carried, stood up:
"Ok."

Klein and she left the dilapidated warehouse, took the initiative to go out to find the staff at the dock, and wanted to discuss the repair cost of the warehouse with him, hoping to build a few boards for the roof to prevent the goods from being damaged when he left. Continental direct sunlight, or bad 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 offered to pour him a cup of hot water last night frowned at him and waved his hand impatiently:
"Stand at the back, there are many things, don't be annoying."

Klein was taken aback for a moment. He looked around. Except for a few residents who were waiting for statistics, there were only people in simple and rags on the pier picking up the damaged wood and iron sheets on the ground with bare hands. It was impossible to see what the other party was busy with. .But since the other party said so, Klein had no choice but to take a few steps back.Through the enhanced sense of hearing, Klein overheard the conversation of the people who were picking up trash:

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

A skinny man from the Southern Continent spoke in a low voice to a woman who was probably his wife. He spoke the common language of the Northern Continent, which he was not proficient in, as if he was worried that other trash pickers would understand.The rough wood and rusty iron sheets were thrown into the sacks in their hands one by one. The wooden thorns stuck into their fingers, and they didn't stop. But when the husband spoke, his expression was relaxed and even joyful: "How much is it?" Pick up some, and we'll have a roof over our house... This piece can sell for at least a penny, which is as good as I sell a bag of charcoal fire..."

The wife picked up a piece of iron sheet the size of a palm, and suddenly another hand stretched out, snatched it away with force, and cut his wife's palm.

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

Klein stared blankly at all of this, at the crying wife who wrapped her palms in dirty cloth, the runaway child, the husband who kept cursing the damn child in a low voice, and the other indifferent People still picking up scraps.He feels like he shouldn't just watch, but what should he do?The child hasn't run out of the control range of his spiritual body thread, but what's the point of capturing the child and sending the iron sheet back?Or should he tell the ragged, body-stinky couple that scratched by rusty metal needs medicine, but how can someone who needs to pick up a penny of iron sheet be able to afford expensive medicine?
The kid ran into a recycling shop.

Under the sun, Klein suddenly felt a little dazed.

He looked at the official who was counting, and saw that the other party was drinking a glass of lemonade in the blazing sun at noon as if he hadn't seen anything.Klein couldn't help leaning over again: "I hope to rent a warehouse at 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 out of the corner of his eye, said 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 you need someone to fix it."

Then, he turned his head to the side, leaving a brown back for Klein, as if he thought he was too annoying.

Klein's brows were almost twisted into a Sichuan character. At this moment, Ms. D, who had disappeared for a few minutes, came over, and walked over in a straight line with an aura like a savior. She wore a simple but still expensive dress. There was a gust of wind.The young man was alarmed by the sound of approaching footsteps, she stood directly beside Klein, and glanced at the young official with contemptuous eyes under the sunglasses, her tone was full of disdain:
"It's dirty. Who's in charge here? You?"

The noble lady from the Northern Continent spoke the aristocratic Intis language, lifted the hem of 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, stood up abruptly, nodded and said:

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

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

"I'm going to rent a warehouse. Damn it, you low-class people are just as low-class as the warehouse, so just leave the roof open. What if I damage my precious goods?"

"Yes Yes!"

"So hurry up and make it up for me." Ms. D reported the location of the warehouse. "My things are very expensive. If you break them a little, you can't afford to sell you all as slaves."

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

"You better hurry up!"

At the end of the conversation, Ms. D pulled a five-filkin bill from her bag and threw it straight at the young man's face.

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

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

A troublesome matter was easily solved by Ms. D.

"Mr. X, you haven't been to the Southern Continent, have you?"

Ms. D returned to her normal state. She adjusted the position of her sunglasses, looked at Klein who was silent, and said with some emotion and some jokes:
"If you have been to the Southern Continent, you would have dressed yourself as a Northern Continentalite before coming."

"……exactly."

Klein had to admit that he was not thoughtful, and couldn't help thinking about whether to adjust his face.If he was in a good mood a few minutes ago, now he is completely heavy, even a little aggrieved and angry.At this moment, he noticed that the child who had snatched the iron plate appeared on the street, huddled in a corner.

The bloody iron sheet disappeared, and he held a piece of moldy bread the size of a palm and gnawed vigorously.

TBC
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Double success.