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Chapter 59 Peter
The perception in his mind reminded Ryan that the middle-aged man with many scars on his face was the source of the faint "spot of light" he had been looking for.

Looking at the other party's reaction, this induction seems to be one-way. I can perceive him, but he can't see my identity. Ryan thoughtfully glanced at the messy environment in the room with his peripheral vision.

Seeing that Ryan did not respond, the man impatiently said in that unfriendly tone:
"What wine do you want?"

"Is there a menu?"

Ryan sat unhurriedly in front of the bar. If it wasn't for the sense of light in his mind, he wouldn't even feel any special aura on the other party. Could it be because this man is too weak?
The man squinted at Ryan, and took out a wooden board from under the bar and hung it on the wall. The names of some drinks and bacon were scrawled on the board.

"Here, the menu." The man stretched out his finger to the wooden board angrily.

"Wine, is there any?"

"Yes." The man's complexion is much better than before. In the slums, people generally drink cheap malt wine, and wine is expensive, and most people are reluctant to drink it.

As for whether he can afford to pay for the wine after ordering. The man sneered in his heart, so this kid can't help it.

"The environment around here is really complicated." Ryan sighed: "You opened the tavern in such a corner, do you usually have many customers?"

"There is no one on the street, where are the guests!" The man choked angrily, turned around and took an empty bottle from behind, and started mixing water with wine in front of Ryan.

Looking at the man who assuredly handed over his back to him, Ryan didn't do anything. He even suspected that the other party would not be able to squeeze out the strength to "charge" himself.

Now it seems that the light spot in his mind is completely one-way perception for him, and the owner of the light spot cannot reversely perceive his existence.

In this case, he might change his mind.

"Hey." Ryan shouted, interrupting the work the man was doing.

The man turned his head in displeasure, only to find that Ryan stretched out an index finger towards him. There was a faint black mist around the fingertips, and his complexion changed slightly due to the familiar aura.

"Don't be nervous, my own." Ryan smiled, pointed to the wine in the man's hand and said:

"Give me some real wine, don't worry, I'll pay for it."

The man hesitated for a moment, put down the wine bottle in his hand, opened the door of the solid wood cabinet beside him, and took out an unopened bottle of wine from inside. Although it looked cheap, it was not wine mixed with water.

After opening the wine bottle, the man cut a small plate of bacon and handed it to the bar.

"Bacon, please." He took out a pipe from his pocket and continued, "But I paid for the wine, and you have to pay for it."

"Thank you." Ryan picked up a piece of bacon with a fork and put it into his mouth, muttering, "How are you doing recently? Is there any progress?"

The man exhaled a smoke ring, frowned and looked at Ryan and said, "Which deacon sent you here? Why haven't I seen you?"

The bacon was very salty, and Ryan responded after taking a sip of wine to relieve his boredom:
"I just woke up not long ago, and it's normal that you haven't seen me."

The man looked at Ryan suspiciously, carefully identified the spore breath on the other party's body, and then lowered his guard a little.

After successfully gaining basic trust, Ryan began to chat with men about the Calamity Church.

Although the man is still wary of him, Ryan also got a lot of useful information during the conversation.

For example, there are five deacons in total, and each deacon seems to have its own mission.

Although they belong to the same church, even the same bishop, the relationship between deacons does not seem to be very friendly, but they are generally not tearful.

This point can correspond to the light spots in Ryan's mind, and the number of the brightest light spots is indeed five.

Coupled with the one-way feedback from these light spots to him, it is easy to guess that these so-called "deacons" and their subordinates are actually the "descendants" of Black's development to some extent.

But this raises a new question. Could the person who infected Black with the spores also be able to perceive his position?

But the man in front of him who was obviously just a "basic" man obviously couldn't solve his problem.

Except for these unimportant news, the man didn't reveal any useful news, and he seemed to have kept a certain degree of vigilance.

In fact, Ryan has always been a little puzzled. This broken church has already become like this, so why don't they unite?
However, the information obtained so far is basically enough, and it is enough not to let him reveal his secrets as soon as he meets other people.

After drinking the rest of the red wine in one gulp, Ryan burped.

"What's your name?"

"Peter Rory." The man frowned, he was a little confused about the other party's purpose.

"Peter Rory." Ryan said something in a low voice, raised his head and stretched out his hand towards Peter with a smile: "It's a good name, I like it very much."

Peter died very quickly. Although Ryan only used the simplified first-order shackles, the power of the chains was enough to easily crush Peter's Adam's apple.

Looking at the corpse with flushed face and staring eyes, Ryan was a little worried about what to do. He thought that the other party would disappear after death like Blake.

Unexpectedly, this guy is no different from ordinary people, except for the spores in his body, he can't even squeeze out a trace of magic power.

After hesitating for a moment, Ryan walked to the store door, turned the side of the door sign [resting] to the outside, pulled down the curtain, and locked the door behind him.

It is said that there is a potion that only needs one drop to melt the corpse into ashes without leaving any traces, but apparently Ryan does not have such a thing.

What's worse, he doesn't know how to do undead magic either.

"What should I do? I can't divide the body and then pack it up and throw it out."

Looking at the corpse whose muscles were still twitching slightly on the ground, Ryan was a little distressed. To be honest, he really didn't want to dismember the corpse, which would make him look like a perverted murderer.

When he was worried.

"dong dong dong"

Suddenly there was a hasty knock on the door, and it sounded like the person who knocked on the door was a little irritable.

Ryan was taken aback, and after hesitating for a moment, he leaned over and moved out the box inside the bar, and pushed Peter's body in. Fortunately, this is not a hollow bar, and the solid wood boards are enough to block the view from outside the bar.

After doing all this, he walked towards the door as if nothing had happened. At the same time, the clothes and face on his body slowly squirmed until he completely changed into Peter's appearance.

After taking down the locked wooden bar, before Ryan had time to open the door, the man outside pushed the store door impatiently.

"It's broad daylight, why close the door?"

"It's nothing, I'm just sleepy and want to sleep for a while." Ryan smiled as he moved sideways.

(End of this chapter)