Mystery: Shadow of Order

Chapter 20: Ken Lister's nephew

No. 112, Yinjing Long Street, Dock District, Iron Anchor Bar.

Dressed as a sailor, with a bushy beard around his mouth and a bronzed face, Rawls stood in front of the bar. This dress was used by the predecessor to meet Ken Lister. Every time he came here to meet him, the predecessor would go to a nearby rented house to change it.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door of the bar, before he walked in, the noise and shouts were already blowing in his face, the sour smell of inferior alcohol mixed with sweat, and the smoked Rawls frowned.

It's noon now, and there are both dockworkers who come for a drink during their lunch break, and some bar gangsters, who are doing nothing here every day. It's not that they can't find jobs. There are a lot of ships coming and going in the dock area of ​​Backlund every day, and the major docks are recruiting dock workers, but it's far better than drinking a low-quality beer.

Rawls, trying not to be reasonable, strode to the bar, where a bartender was wiping his glasses.

Going to the bar, Rawls knocked on the counter, the bartender looked up at him while wiping his glass, and said in surprise:

"Jeffrey? You haven't been here for a long time? Is the boat run over?"

"Yes, it's over. Have a Southwell beer."

Rawls responded with a smile. His current identity is Jeffrey Lister, the distant nephew of Anchor Bar owner Ken Lister, a sailor who has been running boats for many years and can return to Backlund once a month.

The bartender Hank joked with a smile;

"I know, if you only drink Southville beer when you come back, all the money you make will become Ken's!"

"If you can convince my boss to let his ship's barrels not contain rye but only Southville beer, then I will definitely not drink Southville beer when I come back."

This is the "personality" created by the predecessor for this identity, a sailor who was tired of drinking rye wine on the boat and only drank Southwell beer on the shore.

The bartender Hank put aside the glass in his hand and poured Rawls a glass of Southwell beer.

"Southville beer is four times the price of rye wine. Whoever dares to do this will not lose money."

On ships, fresh water is extremely precious and perishable. Pirates and sailors use beer instead of fresh water, but it is often inferior beer. Otherwise, if you drink beer the way you drink water, no boss can stand it.

The beer and red wine in South Wales of Loen Kingdom are very famous, they are liked by many big people, and the price is extremely expensive. A glass of South Wales beer costs 4p, while a glass of rye costs only 1p, a barrel of which can be a dozen soles.

After chatting with the bartender Hank a few more times, and finishing the Southwell beer in the glass, Rawls walked around the bar and walked behind the bar. The pub owner, his uncle Ken Lister lives next to the warehouse in the back.

Pushing open the door and entering, a sturdy, bald-headed man with a beard was already waiting there, his white shirt seemed to be burst open by his muscles.

He saw Rawls come in, and after closing the door, he frowned and asked:

"Have you chatted with Hank again?"

"Of course."

Rawls replied with a smile, then sat on the chair opposite Kane.

"is it necessary?"

"Please, 'Uncle Ken'." Rawls shrugged his shoulders and made a gesture of strangling himself, "What we did is known, but we will be hanged."

"Then is your whisker also necessary?"

"Of course, we are relatives, although we are far away."

Rawls pointed to Ken's beard with an exaggerated expression.

Ken stroked his beard and said angrily:

"Do you have information about the ironclad? Lord Mustang yesterday..."

"Shh"

Rawls put his index finger in front of his mouth and made a quiet gesture:

"It's said that what we do is desperate, why are you so loud?"

Ken sighed. He really doubted that Rawls was a top-level drama or opera actor. His movements were exaggerated, but every detail was done very well, so that the whole bar knew that he had a nephew who was a sailor.

"What exactly are you looking for me for?"

If Rawls knew what Ken was thinking, he would definitely agree with him. Every top barrister is a top actor in court.

"I want to enter some Beyonder circles, Master Mustan said you can help me."

He also called Bern Mustang Lord Mustang in front of Ken, never revealing the intimate relationship between the two.

"What are you doing with those people? No matter how good your acting skills are, you can never pretend to be in the eyes of those people."

Ken List didn't know that Rolls was a Beyonder, and he didn't even know Rolls' specific identity.

Not everyone is an "audience", and I don't have to disguise anything in front of them, I am an Extraordinary.

Rawls stroked his beard and asked seriously:

"Just tell me how to get in."

When Ken saw Rawls touching his beard, he got angry and didn't look at Rawls at all:

"I do know a circle of Beyonders, but I can't guarantee you to go in, but you can hire them."

"How to participate?"

Ken took a deep look at Rawls~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He felt that Rawls was already a Beyonder. Was it bestowed by Lord Mustan?

"On the afternoon of the 2nd, if you come to the bar, I will tell you if you can."

"Okay."

After Rawls agreed, he looked at Ken with a smile and asked:

"Every time I see you, why are you behind the bar?"

"I'm the boss, not the bartender!" Ken glanced at Rawls, "Having Hank and the others is enough."

"Doesn't the bar owner need to entertain customers?"

"Bars in the Docklands never worry about a lack of customers."

Rawls shrugged and changed the question:

"Since you know Extraordinary, why don't you try to become Extraordinary?"

After Ken heard Rawls's words, his face instantly turned pale, fine beads of sweat appeared on his bald head, and his voice became very astringent, as if squeezed out:

"Fear!"

……

Rawls went back to the bar, continued to order a glass of Southville beer, and then chatted with the bartender Hank.

Seeing that it was almost time, Rawls pretended to be drunk, and staggered out of the bar amid Hank's laughter.

Pretending to be drunk, Rawls returned to the small house he rented, washed his face, changed his sailor suit, put on his windbreaker again, and put on a soft felt hat. It's a pity that there is no bathroom, otherwise the smell of alcohol on my body can be dissipated more, but it is even more unsafe to have a bathroom.

Rawls laughed secretly, pressed his low soft felt hat, raised the collar of his trench coat, and walked out of the room.

When he reached the end of Silver Mirror Long Street, Fitch was already there waiting for him.

Rawls didn't greet him, he lowered his head and got into the carriage directly.

"North District, St. Selena Church."

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