Mysteries: Arcana Wars

As the police officers drove them away, the onlookers who were watching the melon-eating dispersed.

Regarding this meaningless behavior of eating melons, Klein, who watched the whole process, said that in his decades of life, he had never seen such a boring and free person.

Most people went back to work, but a small number of unemployed people were still immersed in the atmosphere and commenting on this serial theft case.

A street critic had a very pleasant conversation with Klein, and even felt that they had met too late. He went directly to the fruit shop next door and bought Klein a glass of Tejana juice. Then he sat in front of the super department store - of course, outside the area that the law stipulates affects commercial activities - and began to show his qualities as a street critic. He started to talk and treated Klein as a brother.

At least for now, Bayam’s hospitality is still genuine.

Compared to the distant memories of the Fifth Age, today’s Tyana fruit has a richer sweetness after a long period of research and iteration, and that rich milky aroma is overwhelming.

“I bet you’ve never had this.” The passerby who gave me the juice exclaimed in admiration, “When I first came to Bayam, a colleague gave me half a cup of freshly squeezed Teyana juice. Oh my God, I’ve never tasted anything so delicious!”

This old man—he repeatedly confirmed that he was older than Klein—put his arm around Klein and began to brag about his history of making a fortune.

He went to college at the age of 16, graduated with a bachelor's degree at the age of 19, and got a doctorate at the age of 22. He worked for a large consortium in Backlund, but never got married and started a career. In the middle of his career, he outlasted his parents who urged him to get married and have children. Then he was set up in the game of office politics. Not only did he return all the houses and cars he earned to the company, but he also owed the consortium a large sum of money. He was even severely reduced in salary and sent to the Bayam branch far away from the headquarters.

My favorite thing now is to study stocks with everyone on the street and give everyone advice based on my status as a PhD in finance.

Who could have imagined that there was a dark side under the lamp? Backlund had been in turmoil this month, and the money invested in stocks had completely evaporated.

After recounting his glorious years and unfortunate history with a smile, without giving Klein any chance to comment, Finance Brother finished his drink and walked away.

...As expected, are all Bayam's people so casual?

Just watch, chat, and then just leave...

Klein took small sips of the expensive drink while observing the bottle.

Fresh ingredients are not cheap in Backlund, and pure fruit juice made from fresh fruits is even more outrageously expensive. It is difficult to find a bottle of fruit juice in Backlund. Most of the fruit juice flavored drinks in vending supermarkets are made through technology and hard work. They look like juice and taste like juice, but they do not contain any juice ingredients. They are about two to three Luen pounds. If real juice or pulp is really added to the drink, it can be sold for five to fifteen pounds according to the added ratio. As for the pure fruit juice drinks, which are squeezed from real fresh fruits and then flavored and packaged, some can be sold at a sky-high price of forty Luen pounds a bottle.

Generally, Backlund residents would choose to buy the raw materials and make juice for themselves, or go directly to high-end restaurants to enjoy a small glass of pure juice occasionally.

But in the rich Bayam, the price of local fruits is almost half of the market price of Backlund fruits, and the price of this fruit juice drink has also dropped by more than half. Converted into the Loen Gold List, the 500ml bottle of Tyana juice in Klein's hand is about 12 Loen pounds. Looking at the ingredient list, there are only Tyana fruits, water, preservatives, and seasonings. It can be said to be a very low price.

Before he left Speed ​​Feathers, Klein's weekly salary was actually quite high, due to the excellent capabilities of the company's team and the scarcity of employees. He could earn 800 Ruen pounds a week before he resigned. However, due to the dual pressures of student loans and apartment mortgages, Klein, a programmer at the time, rarely spent money to enjoy this 100% natural food. He mostly cooked some cheap natural vegetables and synthetic meat, with energy bars as staple food, and some elemental supplements to meet human survival needs. Occasionally, he would buy some extra meat to stew when he got his salary, and then eat it for several days, and use the remaining money to repay the loan.

In this simple life, Klein had no complaints or dissatisfaction. Instead, he developed several sets of energy bars mixed with vegetables and synthetic meat. It was also because of this frugal habit that Klein paid off his student loans and mortgage a few months before his "awakening".

Now, the long-lost Teyana juice flowed into Klein's mouth with the vitality from nature, pouring the taste of sea breeze and land on Klein's taste buds.

The taste of the juice was very special. Klein looked at the label of the Teyana juice. The introduction and title on the bottle were written in cursive script...

——Roselwen? ?

Klein suddenly realized something and looked carefully again. The slogans on the drinks were all written in the local indigenous language of Bayam, and the annotations below were all in Loenese. There was no Roselle language at all.

A slight chill came over my heart, and a slight and strange feeling swept through all my senses, as fleeting as a breeze, making me doubt whether it had really been there.

Klein immediately took out the illusion compass. The needle of the antique pocket watch did not move. At least at the moment when he checked the compass, the illusion did not pollute his senses.

...hiss...was that just now my eyes were blurry...or was it some flashing hallucination...

The illusion secretly licked Klein's spirit, leaving behind a slight stagnation.

Then a loud bang exploded not far away.

After the man and the stranger finished the last bottle of juice, they fell from the sky on the top floor of the super department store and smashed into a pile of rotten meat not far from Klein, splattering everywhere.

Klein looked at the tragic scene not far away, and became even more certain that he had just been visited by a fleeting hallucination. The momentary aftereffects paralyzed Klein's spiritual intuition, causing him to not notice the impending self-destruction of the people around him.

An inexplicable sense of horror crept up my spine and into my mind.

Whenever he fell into an illusion in the past, Klein would always experience that hazy and ethereal feeling of isolation and nothingness, as if an inexplicable force had taken him away from reality at that moment. However, this time, he felt nothing. That small, harmless illusion quietly entered his world in the blink of an eye, attempting to deceive himself and secretly become a part of the real world.

No, there was no deception, no lurking, no purpose. The illusion just passed by him naturally, like a wisp of sea breeze from Bayam, without any plot against him, without even a glance. The illusion was just there.

Come and go.

The crowd gradually gathered again. The new abnormality rekindled people's interest in watching the fun, and they all wondered why this person died.

Most people just take a look and then pass by in a hurry, rushing to their own lives. This kind of thing is very common in any big city, and it is not surprising. In today's northern and southern continents, if there are not many people committing suicide by jumping off buildings every day, it can only mean that the city is not prosperous enough and is no different from a small village.

"Hey, Rune guy, what's wrong with you?"

The owner of the convenience store came over. The Teyana juice was bought from him. The supermarket owner thought that this outsider was shocked by the sudden death, so he patted Klein on the shoulder to get Klein's attention back.

"It's just jumping off a building. Haven't you seen it before? You must be from the countryside! Aren't there many people in the village?"

As he spoke, the supermarket owner pointed at the person who fell from the building.

"Oh, I just heard it all. I bet that guy's boss or leader is definitely not from Bayam. He is probably a Loenese who came here to do business."

"Oh? Why do you say that?" Klein asked back.

"Rich people in Bayam don't look like that."

"What are the rich people in Bayam like?"

The supermarket owner picked his teeth, glanced, and then pointed behind him.

"Here."

There was a sudden uproar among the crowd. No one paid attention to the tragic death of the stranger. Instead, they all turned around and looked towards the motor vehicle lane.

A man with a rainbow-colored haircut ran out from the crowd. He was wearing diamond-studded sunglasses, a huge gold chain, and an expensive custom-made Loen dress jacket, paired with Bayam's traditional loose sailor shirt and beach pants. He whizzed past in a pair of turbocharged steel-studded slippers.

"Catch him! He's breaking the law! He's a robber! He's a kidnapper! He kidnapped my good girl, my love, the only light in my barren, gray life, the reason I live!"

"Why did the kidnappers kidnap so many people?" a caring person turned on the loudspeaker and asked loudly, "How can we help you if you don't tell us how many people you have kidnapped?"

"One! Just one!" The wealthy Rainbow Brush cried heartbreakingly, as if he wanted to cry the vast Sonia Sea dry by himself. "Whoever catches the robber and rescues my girl, I will give him 10 million Sima!"

Encouraged by the money, people were eager to try, and suddenly a scream was heard from the crowd.

"The kidnapper is here!"

The kidnapper who was discovered immediately got on the bicycle and pressed a button. Then the bicycle unfolded its folding pole and extended a set of thin but huge propellers. The kidnapper held the handle with one hand and lifted the tied hostage vertically into the air.

Klein looked up and took a closer look.

The kidnapper was holding a huge colorful crocodile.