Chapter 244: Chapter 244 Fishing Village, Identity Chapter 244: Chapter 244 Fishing Village, Identity The old man’s tone was a bit strange. Although the official language of Arnia had been unified, there were still so differences in language in different regions due to geographical and historical issues.
When this old man spoke, he dragged the tail of his words for a long ti and slightly uplifted it, sounding sowhat like the Faku language.
It didn’t sound like the current Bordeaux accent, but rather like that of a colonial area from over a hundred years ago.
The old man clearly mistook Roger for soone else. Roger stayed silent and just stood his ground.
“What are you standing there for? I’m talking to you!”
“Which village are you from?”
He scrutinized Roger from head to toe.
“Where did you get these strange clothes?”
“Those outsiders?”
“Haven’t your elders told you? Avoid them, each and every one of them is bizarre.”
“Always so secretive, they must be up to no good!”
The old man sneered.
“Don’t think no one can recognize you just because you’ve changed your clothes. Take them off right now and go back to where you ca from!”
The voice of the old man gradually beca more stern.
“This is off-limits. Who knows if those dying monsters will go mad?”
As he spoke, the old man walked toward Roger.
“Hurry up and change your clothes!”
Roger remained silent the whole ti. He could tell that the old man in front of him was just an ordinary person, which made him sowhat perplexed but also heightened his alertness.
This place was definitely a Cursed Land, but the old man before him didn’t seem to be a monster at all, did he?
“Is it so kind of disguise?”
Avoiding the old man’s attempt to grab him without leaving a trace, Roger thought it over and decided to wait and see what would happen.
If Ivy had the strength to live here for a long ti, then naturally he could too.
On the way back, the old man grumbled, and Roger managed to piece together so information from his complaints.
The nearby waters were a graveyard for monsters; many sea creatures, upon approaching death, would co here on their own accord.
In most cases, these monsters lived in peace with the nearby fishern’s village, but occasionally, a crazed monster would rush onto shore.
The old man’s fishern’s village was actually set back a distance from the coast. After a while, a dilapidated village appeared in the distance.
There were few people in the village, and at first, they all looked at Roger’s clothes with suspicion, but soon this suspicion completely vanished.
Several young n even took the initiative to co over and ask Roger where he got his clothes.
“Scram, scram, scram!”
“Just scram!”
Old Hank drove the young n away, hitting and scolding them as they crowded around.
“Just changing clothes is useless; the difference between those outsiders and us is too great, one glance and you can tell them apart.”
He glanced at Roger, “With that outfit you’re wearing, you could only fool the fools in New Moon City. Here in our place…”
“New Moon City?”
Roger was startled and blurted out.
“Which New Moon City?”
“Which other?”
The old man’s face showed a hint of disdain, “A group of treacherous scoundrels, blocking us out, leaving us to live under the claws of monsters.”
“One day I’ll set a fire and burn all those people inside the wall!”
The old man seed to think of sothing and muttered angrily.
“Haha, you old geezer are boasting again.”
There were laughs from the people around, and the old man didn’t reply, instead he lowered his head and quickened his pace.
“Put on this set of sackcloth clothes and hurry back to your village!”
Old Hank pulled out a set of burlap clothes from the Storage Box and threw them at Roger irritably, then turned and left.
“New Moon City, outsiders, weird clothing.”
Roger felt as if he was on the verge of uncovering sothing.
“Is this another entrance to New Moon City?”
But Roger felt strange that, in a Cursed Land, there could exist people like them who were normal.
After all, in the previous Cursed Lands he had visited, except for outsiders like them, all that were born there were monsters.
“Could this be the unique feature of so-called mid-sized Cursed Lands?” he wondered.
“And what about the large Cursed Lands?”
“A complete world?”
From their conversation, it was obvious that there was an essential difference between outsiders and the natives born here.
“But why would they mistake …”
Looking down at his own body, Roger suddenly realized a problem.
“Maybe they don’t recognize , but this body!”
“Which ans…”
“The body I’m using now cos from here!”
A young fisherman from the village who had trespassed into forbidden territory died accidentally, and right after his death was pulled into the outside world by a rift.
And then his body was taken over by Roger who had crossed over.
It all seed to make sense.
If this were true, it would explain the village’s peculiar recognition of him, and also the origin of this body.
After all, according to Greg’s words, there had been no shipwrecks within a hundred miles of the sea in the weeks leading up to the incident.
“Phew…”
Instead, Roger breathed a sigh of relief, as this was much better than inexplicably gaining a pair of parents.
“But a body from the Cursed Lands… it wouldn’t have any hidden dangers, would it?”
“Is that why Dickinson noticed sothing off about ?”
“Bang bang bang!”
“Are you changed yet?”
“If you’re changed then scurry off!”
“If I see you lurking around the forbidden territory again, I’ll poke your butt full of holes with a fork!” the old man outside shouted in a rough voice.
Having changed clothes, Roger’s appearance beca much less conspicuous; except for the skin on his face being too clean, he didn’t seem very different from a normal village boy.
“Hank!”
“Old Hank!”
Just then, a youth burst into the room, yelling loudly.
“A few outsiders have co to the village, they say they’re here on a mission…”
The young boy was out of breath, gesturing wildly with his hands and feet.
“Just tell them to piss off, tell them there are no such things as monsters.”
Old Hank, whose na was Hank, glanced at Roger but after thinking it over, he waved his hand, “Take to see.”
Roger’s heart stirred, and he quietly followed behind.
A large crowd had gathered at the entrance of the fishing village, and they kept a considerable distance from a few others, with wariness in their eyes.
With just a glance, Roger could confirm the identity of the several people standing at the entrance.
Two Demon Hunters, one Spirit dium, one Exorcist; a standard hunter team.
With keen eyes, he even caught a glimpse of a Gwent Card in the hands of the Spirit dium.
So this was indeed New Moon City.
Roger quietly hid in the crowd, sizing things up.
Old Hank stepped forward to negotiate with one of the Demonic Hunters, frowning and shaking his head, seemingly unwilling to cooperate.
Roger leaned back, he would need to co to New Moon City for missions in the future; if other people saw what he looked like here, it might beco troubleso.
“Hey, which village are you from?”
Suddenly a voice ca from beside him. Roger turned to see a scrawny village boy sizing him up.
“Did you make the weapons you’re carrying yourself? They look just like the real thing.”
Roger’s mind raced, “I’m from sowhere else, are there other fishing villages nearby besides this one?”
Perhaps he could find out the true identity of this body from what the boy would tell him.
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