Honestly.
This ti, Han Dong had sowhat misjudged the incident at the Security Branch.
Scaring the lawbreakers in the underground detention room was actually Han Dong's intentional way of doing so... The purpose, of course, was to confirm the point that he was a 'Returnee' from the side.
But he didn't expect that he would happen to run into the Black Knight who escorted him yesterday.
This was a high-ranking person.
Successfully having graduated from the [National Royal Knights Academy] and being selected as one of the 'Twelve Knights', the Black Rose Knights were far superior to Han Dong, the trainee knight, and the local magistrate in terms of strength and status.
Under Fergus's questioning.
There was a chance that the information about the 'Faceless Head' might be leaked, depending on Han Dong's resilience .
..........
The follow-up conversation didn't take place in the rat-infested, sewage-ridden streets.
Got on the chanical black horse again.
Followed Barton Rider to the neighboring "Ghanaian Civilian District".
It's one of the four commoner districts, but the security, environnt, and architectural layout here is far better than in Sat... it's the first among the four commoner districts.
[Hamr and Fla Tavern]
The black horse is parked in front of the unique pub.
The black iron structure of the tavern's exterior, the complex tal pipes embedded in the surface of the exterior wall, and a large cylindrical chimney in the back kitchen.
If it weren't for the couple of big, drunken bearded n exiting through the front door, Han Dong would have mistaken this for a blacksmith shop.
The tal trunks of the horses, shielded by a cover, were parked in the stables at the back end of the tavern, under the care of a man.
Barton Erged from the stables. The black iron armor that looked heavy was replaced by a plain shirt and a leather waistcoat.
The noble majesty of the original knight disappeared.
At this ti, Barton completely blended into the commoner's area, and strangers were unable to recognize his true identity.
"Just call Barton here, there's no need for ceremonial honorifics."
" Okay!"
"Co sit with in the tavern."
Pushing open the door of the Black Iron Tavern, most of those sitting inside were plainly dressed, bald-headed, fat-chested drunks with large bellies while holding large mugs of malt liquor.
As one walks towards the bar, a voice with a thick drawl cos out.
"Barton old chap, long ti no see!
I thought you had gone 'up there' and didn't even rember here... Afraid your na would scare away my custors, there's a private room in the back reserved just for you."
The man who spoke was the owner of a tavern with a thick goatee.
"Old John, business is still so good."
Old John leaned close and whispered.
"Can it be bad? I've had a noble and powerful Knight of the Black Rose in this tavern! Look around with your portrait plastered all around, and a tal model of you on the bar.
Haha, don't mind if I use you for advertising in private."
"Feel free to use it... I don't have much ti to go out this ti, take us to a private room."
"OK."
Old John was warm and bold, and in the process of heading to the private room, he asked the skinny Han Dongkai, "What does this weak friend do, he's not your sidekick, is he?"
"He is a trainee knight who has just beco a 'Returner', of the sa civilian origin as , but from the Samai District."
"The Samai District?"
Han Dong smiled and responded, "Well... my na is Nicholas Valen."
Old John looked Han Dong up and down and suddenly laughed while stroking his beard.
"Haha, I can't see much with my old eyes, but it's really nice of you to crawl out of the lowest Samai district!
Young man...you must try my signature here today-Hamr Spirits. As long as this body of yours can stand it, you are a friend of mine, Old John!
If you co to my place for future drinks...
All sixty percent off."
"Oh, do try..."
Han Dong really didn't think what this body could do, but it would be troubleso later if he drank too much and caused liver failure.
The enclosed black iron private room was considered a luxury private room.
The animal fur carpet, the antler decoration, Kerosene Lamp.
Two extra-large glasses of Hamr Spirits were served by Old John himself.
The highly concentrated ale served in a huge hamred container...Han Dong's body didn't feel too comfortable just staring at it.
It was also accompanied by the place's special peppered pork sausages, fried cod strips, and other tasty offshoots.
"Old John, I have a personal matter to discuss with this friend."
"Understood...just call by my na if you need anything."
The door was closed.
After a simple al and drink, the conversation returned to the topic at hand.
"It's rare for 'returnees' to appear in civilian areas, and I'm personally curious as to how you did it... I was planning to learn about your past through the local archives.
Since I happen to run into you, I'll ask in person.
Is there anything you can tell privately about your abilities? After all, there will be people asking questions when you arrive inside the academy as well, so I can help you do a bit of 'covert work' in advance."
This statent expressed Barton's attitude and seed to be on one side with Han Dong... However, Han Dong still had reservations.
"Well, I actually taught myself a little bit about the mysticism in advance before I entered the Destiny Space."
"Self-taught?" Barton wasn't quite convinced, "You're uneducated, aren't you?"
"Literacy was taught to by my mother... I was born with poor health, unable to go out to work, and being idle at ho every day with nothing to do... so I thought of reading books to pass the ti.
I happened to find that a junkyard not too far from ho had a lot of scrap books flowing down from it, and they were very cheap.
Books like "An Introduction to the Developnt of Modern Mysticism", "An Overview of the Mysteries", "Astrological Theory" and so on can be found.
I also tried to top-print secret texts and drew formations on rough paper... About a year ago, I had a very strange dream after reading until late at night that day and putting down my books to sleep.
I can't rember the exact content of the dream, just vaguely rember the dream was very ssy, similar to all kinds of pieces put together.
When I woke up, my own brain was more than a cloud of 'energy'."
After this statent, Barton went from total disbelief, to a little more belief.
Han Dong continued, "Through the touch of the palm of the hand, one is able to initiate a conscious level of instruction to the target that is not too influential and cannot change one's perceptions, but can only implant a subconscious mind.
This technique allows to contact the event character smoothly during the Destiny Event and establish relationships quickly.
Subsequently, the distribution of Destiny Points allowed to beco more familiar with this technique.
Previously, at the Security Branch, the 'Seed of Fear' was quickly planted in the minds of those people through touch, and they looked at as if they had seen a demon and were scared shitless.
That was probably the case."
..........
Sa ti.
Samai District, Han Dong's ho.
A stalker dressed in a dark shadow robe was conducting a secret inspection of his room.
During the search, a large number of old books involving [Mysticism] were found, books that were also filled with notes, and a few crude self-painted formations were also found in the drawers.
Two days ago, Nicholas' room didn't even have these books in it.
This was what Han Dong had instructed his sister Nina to do, and such old scrapbooks were easy to find in so recycling yards and could be bought for small expenses.
Han Dong had been considering how to conceal the Faceless Man's head.
Since it was related to the mysticism, then disguising as being 'self-taught'... Now that Han Dong was already an apprentice mystic, as long as the rhetoric could correspond to the situation in the room, it would be difficult to find out the real problem even if the people above wanted to investigate.
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