Gilan held a thick stack of books nearly one meter high and walked straight to the bookstore owner.
Bang.
He put the books down with a muffled sound.
"Ms. Moran, could you please tell me how much these books cost?"
"A total of 17 Caesar 9 Pfennig 10 Melang."
The lady lay on the rocking chair and calculated the price with just a glance.
She added:
"Except for the makeup and language books, which are new, the rest are old books with certain collection value, so they will be quite expensive."
"Understood."
Gilan nodded, took out a few banknotes and coins from the wallet, and handed them to the lady's hand.
He took a few more paper bags, put the books in them, and then left.
Ding.
The bookstore door is closed.
Ms. Moran glanced at the door and said Whisperer thoughtfully:
"Actor, Swindler or Clown...?"
She shook her head and continued reading.
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Gilan took the purchased books and returned to North Muse by taxi.
After he returned to the rental apartment, he sat down on the sofa in the living room without stopping for a moment and picked up a copy of "Ancient Shiru Language".
Wow.
Wow.
Gilan read this language book carefully.
Ten minutes later, he began to try to pronounce the words by comparing them with the roots.
After practicing for a while, I advanced to read some simple vocabulary.
When he was able to speak a complete short sentence in "Ancient Shiru", Gilan did not hesitate and called directly from the bottom of his heart:
'Iridescence!'
The color number "65" in the corner of his sight dropped to "60".
After spending 5 Mystic Energy points, Gilan instantly had a lot of content about "Ancient Shiru slang" in his mind. It seemed that he had been studying this language for many years, and he had reached an advanced level in terms of pronunciation, grammar and vocabulary.
"Observe all living beings, pretend to be others. Decorate the skin and replace the soul."
Gilan suddenly spoke and spoke the "secret biography" of "Actor" in very standard Ancient Shiru language.
He nodded with satisfaction, closed "Ancient Shiru Yu", picked up another "Romei Yu" and started reading...
Time passes quietly.
It's evening.
The books Gilan bought were piled in a pile in his hand.
He has read it all and quickly mastered the corresponding language and makeup performance skills by relying on "Iridescence".
"Huh..."
Gilan took a long breath and smiled.
There is still "10" left in the corner of the eye.
The bulk of the cost is actually the language. Some are like "Ancient Shiru", which requires 5 points, while some are as small as "Posi", the northern dialect of Bremen, which only needs 2 points.
But there are so many of them that they can't stand it.
However, a few makeup skills, plus acting skills, only consumed Gilan 15 points Mystic Energy.
Gilan Although I feel sad about the consumption of points, I also feel that it is well worth the money.
"I am the bookstore owner, Moran·Cecilia."
His expression suddenly changed, and he pretended to take off his glasses, then took a cigarette that didn't exist and took a puff out of thin air.
Although they are not 100% similar, their expressions are similar.
Especially the indifferent eyes and the pure capital "Muse" accent.
Gilan recalled all the details of Ms. Moran's time in his mind, and couldn't help but try to figure out the other person's heart.
'She doesn't seem to care about anything. Only the books in her hands can really attract her attention. She doesn't look like a real bookseller. It seems that she just opens a bookstore for peace and convenience, and business is just incidental...'
Thinking about it, Gilan read the "lines" again, playing the role of the bookstore owner.
This time, he acted more like him.
Soon, Gilan changed different roles and tried to play them.
The honest coachman, the serious patrol policeman, the homeless man Fermi, the silly brother Prince, the wand magic genius Renoan, and even the overly lively little sister Milinda...
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The next day.
Early in the morning.
The door of the rental apartment No. 3201 opened, and a man with dark skin, thick eyebrows and a big beard walked out.
He was wearing a second-hand leather jacket on the upper body, baggy old casual pants on the lower body, and a pair of round-toed Martin boots. He wore a gray linen beret on his head and had a cigarette in his mouth.
It is Gilan after makeup.
He pretended to be a capable man who lived at the bottom.
Although those eyes were numb, there was a hint of ferocity hidden in them.
Now that the preliminary preparations have been completed, the next thing to do is naturally practice.
Gilan couldn't wait to start his "agent career".
As for the first battle destination, he placed South Muse.
The poverty and chaos there are like a replica of the Black City slum area, and gangs are prevalent. He plans to use those gangs as his "testing stone."
However, Gilan encountered the first problem just after leaving the house.
He couldn't get a taxi...
After waiting on the roadside for a long time, no taxi was willing to stop.
The coachmen turned a blind eye to his beckoning and even sped away.
Gilan soon realized that it was his dress that made it difficult for the coachmen to believe that he would be a rich man who could pay the fare. Even if he could afford the fare, he probably wouldn't be able to leave a tip... and he might even deliberately go to some remote areas to rob them.
After pondering this point, Gilan shook his head.
He directly took out a wad of Pfennig banknotes, held it in his hand, and waved.
This time, with the persuasion of banknotes, a taxi was finally willing to stop.
Before the suspicious coachman could ask questions, Gilan took the lead and stuffed the wad of silver foil banknotes into his arms, and then said in a poor Bremen accent with a southern coastal accent:
"Please go to South Muse and stop at Saint Maud Street."
The coachman clicked the banknotes in his hand, assessed the distance in his mind, and found that there were a few more Pfennig, which made him feel a little relieved.
He muttered something, pulled up the reins again, nodded and said:
"Okay, sir, please sit down."
After Gilan got on the carriage, the carriage drove away.
The law...
Wheel, wheel.
About two hours later, Gilan arrived at South Muse Saint Maud Street.
After getting off the carriage and walking on the street, the pedestrians on the road and the men squatting or standing in a daze did not look at him too much.
He fit in here easily and naturally.
Gilan walked straight in and soon arrived at a block adjacent to Corona Street. The original name of this area is no longer important. Now more local people call it "Toy Street".
Because there is a "Tate Toy Factory" building here, which specializes in the production of puppets, dolls, ragdolls and other toys, supplying shopping malls in the east West Muse. Many middle-class daughters, and even North Muse aristocratic ladies love such toys.
After some inquiring, after paying 5 Melang and a few cigarettes, Gilan soon learned the exact location of an "underground bar" from a young street kid.
"That's Tate Gang's territory. It only entertains workers from the toy factory and nearby gang members. You can't get in, uncle."
This is the boy's reminder before leaving.
However, Gilan just smiled at this.