abnormal mutation

Chapter 54 Tanya

The next day, Roland was about to go out when he discovered something very embarrassing: he had no clothes to wear.

He only had two sets of clothes. He only had one fur coat, and his upper garment was almost completely ruined last night, so he had no coat to replace it with.

After Evan and the others left, he rummaged through the suitcase in the storeroom and found the [Hidden Veil]. He remembered that this magical item could be used to change clothes, and there were three styles. If all else failed, the priest's robes could also be used temporarily.

As he donned the priest's robes, a faint, almost spiritual energy-like fluctuation intertwined with his soul's aura. He immediately understood how to use it and the three styles it contained: priest's robes, hunting attire, and formal wear.

'Change into hunting attire.'

As soon as he gave the order, the priest's robes seemed to writhe as if they were alive, changing in material, thickness, and shape, looking somewhat terrifying.

Half a minute later, the hidden veil completely changed its appearance, becoming a dark brown winter hunting outfit with a gray and white fur collar, small shoulder pads and wrist guards, a tactical shoulder strap on the left chest, two small pockets on the right chest, and four or five waist bags of various sizes hanging on both sides of the belt, making it fully functional.

The hunting outfit fit perfectly, as if tailor-made, and looked sharp and capable.

"As expected, clothes make the man. Isn't this definitely the most handsome man in Ice River Town?" Roland said to himself, admiring himself in the mirror.

He twitched his nose but didn't notice any impact on his sense of smell, guessing that the negative effect should be very minor.

The hunting outfit was very form-fitting, so he had to wear the holsters under his arms on the outside. However, he switched the positions of the two guns. The Exile was too conspicuous, so he put it in the waist pack on his right hip, where the size was just right.

He fastened the Wheel of Oblivion to his shoulder strap, tucked his pocket watch into his right breast pocket for easy access, then put on his purse and keys, making sure nothing was forgotten, before leaving with his hat on and carrying a bag of tattered clothes.

He first went to the tailor shop on the way. Old Taylor was stunned when he opened the package. He thought Roland had been attacked by a pack of wolves, but there was no blood.

Aside from the shirt, the other clothes were basically beyond saving and could only be sold off cheaply to old Tyler as scraps. Considering that the other clothes didn't quite match the Secret Veil, he selected another set of clothes in the same color, including trousers, boots, hat, mask, shirt, and so on.

The clothes were of excellent quality and looked great, costing him 18 rupees, which was a friendly price. The most expensive pair of leather boots in Old Taylor's shop cost 20 rupees; they were said to be made from the fur of Arctic wolves.

Having traveled for so long, Roland had a general understanding of the prices and currency here. One German dollar had the purchasing power of approximately 100-200 yuan in his previous life. At a ratio of 1:150, Old Taylor's pair of handmade haute couture leather boots were worth 3000 yuan. If he were to take them to the capital, they would be worth at least 10,000 yuan.

Flour costs only 4 cents per pound, equivalent to 6-8 yuan, which is quite cheap considering the productivity here. Although most workers earn less than one German dollar a day, they can still make ends meet.

Carrying his newly bought clothes, Roland discovered another advantage of the concealing veil: it was very warm, much better than his previous fur coat, so he could wear one less layer to avoid affecting his movement.

Upon arriving at the Rosicrucian Pharmacy, the scholar was still curled up in his recliner, seemingly dozing off. It was unclear why he was sleeping so much.

After exchanging greetings as usual, he put down his clothes, took a deep breath, and his spiritual awareness covered most of the pharmacy.

'The scholar is an ordinary person, but his vital signs are very strong... There's a woman on the second floor, emanating a unique aura; she should be an extraordinary being... There are several peculiar auras in the upstairs bedroom; are they potions, or extraordinary materials?'

He relied entirely on passive perception, and dared not use his spiritual power to rashly contact others, lest he offend them or break some taboo.

'Huh?' He took a few steps up to the second floor and found that sitting in the living room was not Yulia, but the girl who had driven the car that day.

“Hey,” the girl put down her book, looked up and sized him up, “Mr. Roland, this outfit is nice, very cool.”

"Hello ma'am, is Julia not here?"

“My aunt has gone on a long trip and won’t be here for the next few days.” The girl stood up and gestured for him to sit down. “Just call me Tanya. I will guide you through your studies from now on. Feel free to come to me if you have any questions.”

Her eyes crinkled into crescent moons when she smiled, and her tone was cheerful, indicating that she seemed to enjoy the task.

"Hello Tanya, no need to call me sir. Please guide me from now on." Roland nodded solemnly.

Tanya blushed slightly, pursed her lips, and stood up straight: "Don't worry, I've studied for five years, so teaching some basic knowledge is more than enough."

"Wow, Tanya, you're amazing! Are you an extraordinary being?" Roland feigned surprise.

"Well, my aunt and I share the same extraordinary path." Tanya was reserved about this, revealing no further details.

Roland's expression remained unchanged, but inwardly he was quietly comparing the strengths of the two. He could easily sense that Tanya was an Extraordinary, yet Tanya showed no reaction, indicating that his mental concealment was very effective and that his opponent's strength was relatively average. 'I wonder if Yulia can see through my disguise.' He was somewhat curious about Yulia's reaction when she saw him again.

At this moment, Tanya pushed a book in front of Roland, looking very serious: "Today we will study 'The Illustrated Guide to Extraordinary Materials in the Northern Snowfield' so that you won't be unaware of any good things you come across."

"Okay, it's all up to you."

Tanya's teaching method differed from Yulia's; she explained things personally and in great detail, interspersing many contents not found in the books, which greatly benefited Roland.

This is what teaching should be like. Yulia's previous approach was purely laissez-faire; profound knowledge cannot be learned simply by reading books.

At noon, the class ended on time. Tanya went to eat, and the afternoon was reserved for Roland to think and study on his own. Roland, not wanting to waste time, studied until after 2 p.m. before leaving.

He planned to go to that small restaurant in Taipei for a meal first, but as soon as he stepped out of the pharmacy, a feeling of being spied on arose from the bottom of his heart. His powerful spiritual sense could even sense where the gaze was falling and the faint hostility in it.

He remained calm and wandered around Taipei, easily locking his attention on a small, thin man.

'You look familiar, I think I've seen you before.' Roland's memory is excellent now; he could never forget someone he'd met even once.

He didn't eat, and walked north along the compacted road, trying to lure the man out. But after walking several hundred meters out of the city, the man stopped following, hiding behind a dead tree, watching Roland walk further and further away.

'grass'

Roland cursed under his breath, turned around, and strode towards the man at top speed, his speed increasing rapidly, the wind whistling in his ears.

The skinny man was momentarily distracted, and when he looked up again, he saw Roland running towards him. Startled, he staggered and turned to run, but his speed was far inferior to Roland's full-force attack. He was caught up as soon as he entered Taipei City.

“I…have no money…” The short, thin man turned to face Roland, bending over and panting heavily.

"Pretending to be ignorant!"

"boom--"

Roland kicked him in the shoulder, sending him flying. He didn't use his full strength, but he still heard a crisp cracking sound.

The short, thin man groaned softly, struggling to get up but failing. He reached out to the only passerby on the road for help, but the man glanced at Roland, hurriedly quickened his pace, and pretended not to see him.

"save……"

A foot stomped on his chest, causing him so much pain that he couldn't catch his breath and couldn't speak.

"Believe it or not, I can kill you right here and the law enforcement agency won't bother me." Roland stepped on his chest, staring menacingly into his eyes.

“I don’t believe it, Roland. Even if you kill me, you’ll go to jail.” The short, thin man gripped Roland’s boots with both hands and said with difficulty.

"Now you recognize me? Then do you know I have wolves?" Roland chuckled coldly, while carefully observing the man's expression.

The man's pupils contracted slightly, and a hint of fear appeared in his expression, indicating that he knew about this news.

It's hard for a human to clear their name after committing murder, but what about a wolf? Maybe they can just pay some money and be done with it. But what about an extraordinary individual? Even in the law-abiding Sid Empire, the way an extraordinary individual commits murder is different from how ordinary people do.

"I was just following orders, I didn't mean to hurt you, really..." The short, thin man finally realized he was scared.

"Who sent you?"

"Caius".

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