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Chapter 562 Local God? (Please Subscribe)

At the port's dock, Mu Sheng waved goodbye to the small-eyed Jules and the burly Lucas.

He waved to Rose, the noblewoman who had disembarked and boarded a carriage earlier, and then left the port of Pass Valley with light steps.

"Strange, something feels off!"

On the deck of the Cedric, Jules, who was still queuing to disembark, watched Mu Sheng's departing figure and muttered to himself.

The burly man Lucas, who was standing nearby, heard his mutterings and his eyes lit up. He looked at Jules with some surprise and delight.
"Did you notice it too?"

Even before that 'pirate attack illusion', he had noticed his roommate's unusual behavior.

Despite appearing very easygoing and able to chat with anyone, Lucas always gives off a feeling of looking at a reflection in water.

That crescent moon, which you could reach out and touch, is actually high in the night sky, visible but unattainable!

After the 'Pirate Attack Illusion', his feeling became even stronger!

Lucas thought he was the only one who had noticed, but Jules had also noticed.

"Don't you also feel that there's something about Victory that you can't quite put your finger on?"

Lucas was eager to share his discoveries with Jules.

However, before he could finish speaking, Jules suddenly clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Ah! I know what's wrong!"

"luggage!"

"Mr. Victory forgot his luggage!"

Lucas then watched speechlessly as Jules leaned on the deck railing, waving and shouting into the distance.

"luggage!!!"

"Mr. Victory! You forgot your luggage!!!"

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“I shouldn’t have had such high expectations of him!” Lucas’s eyes twitched a few times as he sighed.

On the dock below the Cedric, in an exquisite carriage, Rose lifted the curtain at the window and looked at Mu Sheng's departing figure.

"Could it be him?"

The noblewoman's eyes were filled with complex emotions. The sword-shaped mark engraved on the bow of the ship was so similar to the pattern on the domino she had obtained in the illusion!
The only difference is that the former is a simple pattern drawn with a few lines, while the latter is more complex and mysterious.

For a moment, the girl wished it were him, so that there would be some kind of fantastical bond and connection between them.

But she also hoped that wasn't the case, because then the gap between their social statuses would be smaller!
"Is that so?"

Rose was filled with melancholy, and then she thought of the mark carved on the bow railing.

'It would be great if we could cut that section of railing off and take it with us.'

Rose felt that it was no ordinary mark, but she didn't know how to get her hands on it.

'Ugh, so annoying! I wish I had the superpowers from those illusions!'

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Meanwhile, after leaving the dock, Mu Sheng began to tour the city called Kolkata.

This is a city that blends the architectural styles of the Kingdom of East Bairan and the Kingdom of Rune.

Two different architectural styles are haphazardly pieced together, revealing a unique style amidst the disorder and disharmony.

"Masala tea! Masala tea!"

"Mangoes, freshly picked mangoes, so sweet and juicy!"

"Sir, sir, please try our special snacks!"

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As Mu Sheng wandered through the streets and alleys of Calcutta, he could hear the cries of vendors from time to time.

Some people sat barefoot on the ground baking flatbread, while others used a long wooden spoon to stir a pot of yellow, sticky liquid.

There are also people selling fried food, who don't use any tools, just throw the ingredients in with their bare hands and take the fried food out with their bare hands.

Not afraid of getting burned at all!

"This is truly clean and hygienic!" Mu Sheng couldn't help but exclaim.

"Master! This master!"

A dark brown-skinned, black-haired native merchant from Dongbailang warmly greeted Musheng, holding a pasta dish sprinkled with a lot of seasoning.

"Try it, have a taste! If you don't like it, you don't have to pay!"

The local vendors, speaking somewhat broken Rune, enthusiastically recommended their products.

"Want to try some?"

Mu Sheng stared at the noodles rolled with various ingredients in front of him, lost in thought.

Given the strength of his spiritual body, he wouldn't feel any discomfort even if he were given a packet of poison directly.

There's no way a small piece of pasta could make you sick!
Shall we give it a try?

impossible! Absolutely impossible!
He said he would never taste these foods, for no other reason than that they were too clean and he couldn't eat such clean food!
Mu Sheng turned and left, ignoring the local merchants' enthusiastic attempts to persuade him to stay, as if he had made up his mind.

Although he doesn't eat food from street vendors, he still wanted to try the local specialties of Dongbailang, so Musheng decided to buy the ingredients and make it himself!

and many more!

Given the hygiene conditions in East Bayron, are the raw materials necessarily safe?

With these concerns in mind, Mu Sheng arrived in the western part of Kolkata, the most bustling area of ​​the entire city.

This is the commercial and financial center of Kolkata, and also the area with the largest Ruen population.

Watson Hotel!
A horse-drawn carriage stopped in front of the hotel, and a figure dressed in cotton clothes and wearing a straw hat stepped down from it.

"Is this the largest hotel in Kolkata?"

Mu Sheng looked at the cast iron building in front of him with curiosity.

This hotel looks like a steel castle from the outside; the doors, walls, and windows above are all made of cold steel.

The outer walls of each floor are covered with thick pipes, from which wisps of white steam occasionally rise.

It gives off an extremely strong steampunk vibe!
"interesting!"

Although he doesn't yet know what the hotel's interior and service are like, Musheng is already satisfied with its exterior and architectural style.

While he was still observing the exterior of the hotel, the waiter at the door jogged up to greet him, Lord Rune!
Mu Sheng didn't even have to pay the rickshaw fare; the waiter waved him away.

However, judging from the smile on the native driver's face, you could tell that the hotel would pay him a considerable sum.

"Sir, welcome to the Watson Hotel. This way, please!"

The waiters who served Musheng were also natives of Dongbailang.

He looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, with his back bent and his waist hunched, displaying a humble and respectful demeanor.

With his help, Mu Sheng quickly completed the check-in procedures and arrived at a suite on the fifth floor.

Throughout the entire process, he never saw the local waiter straighten his back once, and he always had a smile on his face.

"No wonder so many Rune people want to come to East Bayron; this experience of being a noble lord is truly captivating."

Especially those Ruen people who were only considered lower or middle class in their own countries, once they came here, they didn't want to go back. This is similar to how many white people liked to travel and live in Southeast Asia before Mu Sheng's transmigration; who wouldn't want to be a superior person?

Ordinary citizens of large countries are considered superior in small countries!

However, there are occasional exceptions, such as the bizarre phenomenon of people from large countries fawning over the lower classes of small countries, perhaps due to pica!
Anyway, he's definitely not a normal person.

"The exterior is steampunk style, but the interior is quite exquisite."

Mu Sheng walked around the room and saw many furnishings and decorations in the style of the Dongbailang natives.

There are colorful masks, strange stone sculptures, and some oil paintings and furniture.

As he carefully admired these indigenous-style items...

Someone rang the doorbell outside, and a crisp, sweet, slightly accented girl's voice came from outside.

"Hello, esteemed guest, may I come in?"

Mu Sheng put down the colorful mask with many feathers stuck in it and turned to look at the doorway.

A barely perceptible glint of spiritual light flashed in his eyes, and the scene outside the iron door suddenly appeared before him.

A native girl, dressed in a Dongbailang dress, with honey-brown skin, a gentle and smooth face, and light brown eyes, was standing outside the door holding a copper plate.

"come in!"

Mu Sheng raised his voice in response, and the native girl outside the door gently pushed the door open and came in.

"Honorable guest, I am Anjali Singh, here to provide you with pre-bath services!"

An Jiali glanced at Mu Sheng's face, then quickly lowered her head and said softly.

"Well, let's go!"

Mu Sheng nodded, indicating that she should go and make the preparations, and he was even more satisfied with the service at the Watson Hotel.

You even have someone to run the water and adjust the temperature for you when you take a shower—this is definitely five-star service!

A short while later, Anjali Singh's clear, tender voice came from the bathroom again.

"The bath is ready, guests, please come in and bathe!"

Mu Sheng put down the stone sculpture that looked like a human face but also like an animal and went into the washroom.

The bathtub near the wall was now filled with hot water, and many brightly colored flower petals floated on the surface.

Next to the bathtub was a copper tray, on which the petals had been placed before.

A hazy, warm steam rose up, carrying with it a refreshing floral fragrance that gradually filled the bathroom.

Mu Sheng's expression was somewhat surprised!
It's not because of the flower petal bath; that's not unusual.

To his surprise, the indigenous girl named Anjali Singh was standing by the bathtub wearing only a thin veil.

Is this to help him take a bath?
The service at Watson Hotel is quite something; no wonder it costs 10 gold pounds a night, which is equivalent to three weeks' wages for us poor folks.

'Hmm, I wonder if Klein has gotten a raise yet?'

In the steamy washroom, a young girl's naked body was faintly visible. In this environment, Mu Sheng suddenly thought of Klein.

'Huh? Why did I think of Klein?'

Mu Sheng's expression froze for a moment, and he quickly focused his gaze on the soft curves of the native girl's body.

The gauze dress was of ordinary quality, with coarse stitches and large openwork between the threads, revealing Anjali's honey-brown skin tone.

It is a relatively light brown color, far from being fair, but much lighter than the skin tone of the average East Bailang native.

If a comparison had to be made, it would be somewhat similar to the skin color of the Kshatriya girls in the Ganges Kingdom before his transmigration.

'Are you mixed race?'

Mu Sheng secretly guessed that it was rare for such a skin color to appear among the natives of Dongbailang.

"Honorable guest, I will now attend to your bath."

An Jiali bit her lip lightly and stepped forward with slightly unsteady steps to help Mu Sheng take off his clothes.

Upon getting closer and feeling the scorching heat emanating from Mu Sheng, An Jiali's face flushed slightly.

The blush visible on her light brown skin suggests that her body temperature is extremely high.

After removing their clothes, the two entered the bath.

Mu Sheng sat on the steps in the bathtub, while An Jiali leaned against him, wiping his body with her soft hands.

The hot water in the bath soaked through the gauze dress, causing it to cling tightly to the skin of the indigenous girl, Anjali.

"the first time?"

Mu Sheng noticed An Jiali's somewhat awkward movements, raised an eyebrow, and asked.

"Oh! Did something make you uncomfortable?"

The indigenous girl hurriedly apologized, "Please forgive Anjali, I will definitely be more careful!"

Watson Hotel has very strict management. If any guest complains, no matter what the reason, they will be punished or even fired.

Anjali didn't want to lose such a hard-earned, high-paying job!

"No, I was just asking out of curiosity. I'm very satisfied with your service!"

Mu Sheng gently reassured her, and from the indigenous girl's reaction, he gained a better understanding of the Watson Hotel.

This is a hotel that believes in the principle that "the customer is king"!

As a staff member, he must have felt very uncomfortable, but as a customer, he had to give it a 10/10 rating!
Hearing that it wasn't her fault for not providing good service, Anjali breathed a sigh of relief and then began to answer Musheng's questions seriously.

"Oh? Is that so?"

"That's so pitiful!"

"And then? What happened?"

Under Mu Sheng's guidance, the indigenous girl Anjali quickly revealed all about her situation.

Anjali Singh comes from Haryana, East Bayannur, a backward and impoverished village.

Her grandmother had her mother with a colonist many years ago, and her mother later had her with another colonist.

Anjali still doesn't know who her father is!

Ok!

Very reasonable!
That's how colonists are—they sow seeds everywhere, caring only about planting and not about nurturing!
When Anjali was nine years old, her grandmother wanted to offer her up to be a goddess at the Vishdhara temple for money.

Anjali's mother took her away and, after many twists and turns, finally survived in Calcutta.

Because her mother was ill, Anjali worked hard to earn money for medical expenses and finally got a job at the Watson Hotel thanks to her outstanding looks.

"Vishdhara?"

Mu Sheng's heart stirred; the mysterious world was a transcendent world where true gods existed.

The gods here are not clay statues from a world without magic; they are real, extraordinary beings with immense power.

This Vishdhara god dares to call himself a god, so he must be at least a demigod, right?
Perfect, he's still missing two Sequence 4 extraordinary properties!

But there's no rush!
After soaking in the bath for half a day, the water in the tub was getting a bit cold. He needed to go out first and properly sample the local specialties!

(End of this chapter)