Mystery: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 156 Aftermath
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September 1350, 1, morning.

Carrying a canvas tote bag, Melissa went to and from several nearby bookstores.

The municipal library in Tingen will reopen a week after the new year. Although Benson suggested that Melissa should rest at home during this period, enjoy the time of faith and stay in Tingen, but Melissa is a little bit leisurely. No, it would be a waste to just rest at home.

It just so happened that the air was good these few days, so she woke up naturally after a good night's sleep, and planned to borrow a few books from a familiar bookstore.

On the first day of the new year, there were no people on the street, but there were still many people on the lower street. For the people there, the new year seemed to be just a change of time and date, and there was not much to look forward to.

"History of the Loen Kingdom" is not good. This book is too thick and too big. Although it is suitable for killing time, it is not something that can be read in the past few days.

Melissa has always had a beginning and an end. Based on the simple idea of ​​not being wasted, she will read all the books she borrowed before returning them.

"Engineering Guide"?Melissa's eyes lit up, and she quickly took out the book and turned to the last page. She was a little disappointed when she saw that it was published 15 years ago.This is already an old version, many of the machines in it are outdated, and the new version of the book itself already has it...

Melissa's eyes dimmed slightly.

However, with the gradual improvement of living conditions, she has been able to gradually accept some "wasting time" leisure.Therefore, even though she couldn't find any newer textbooks than the two books Klein gave her after walking around the bookstore for a few times, Melissa borrowed two books to pass the time, one for herself, A copy of "Overall Management" for Benson... I don't know if Benson will need it, maybe he would prefer to plan his work while drinking coffee with his future colleagues.

She went to the counter with two books of moderate thickness, and quickly paid the deposit and gave two pence for the rent.

——If it wasn't for the significant improvement in living standards, and the prospect of a better life for herself and Benson in the future, Melissa would not have spent any money on it anyway.

She left the bookstore with the canvas bag she sewed. Taking a casual look, she saw more figures on the empty street.On the bench across the street, there was a gentleman who had bought a newspaper boy’s daily newspaper and was reading it. A gentleman who looked familiar but didn’t know where he had seen was passing by in front of him.

The gentleman biting the sausage bun also seemed to notice her out of the corner of his eye.Before Melissa turned her head in embarrassment, their eyes met, and the green eyes gave her a great sense of familiarity.

Suddenly, she remembered the source of this familiarity.

"Are you... Mr. Police Officer at that time?"

The person on the bench turned the newspaper back a page and moved down by two points. Soest cast his gaze from behind the newspaper.

The green-eyed police officer also responded in astonishment:
"Are you Miss Moretti? I thought I had mistaken the person."

The astonishment shown by Leonard was half true and half false, but what he said was true.

Because he has been away from Tingen for more than three months, he has been away as long as Klein died, and he only met Klein's sister—Melissa once, and it was still in an extremely sad environment. She is the recipient of the bad news... In that environment, no one would be in the mood to pay attention to the other person's appearance, not to mention that Leonard at that time didn't even have the courage to look directly into the other person's eyes.

And in that bad meeting, even with Extraordinary's memory, Leonard could only remember Melissa Moretti and Benson Moretti as two labeled shadows, one was a thin , some introverted and silent, sensible but still a child; one is older, tired, and looks vicissitudes due to taking on the burden of the family too early.

They are all sad.

But now, more than three months later, Leonard didn't take a closer look last night. When he made the "encounter" today, he realized that the other party's face was rosy, and his complexion was much better than before. He walked with his chest up and his head up. There is a lot of sunshine, and there is no longer the lingering gloom that lingered when we first met.

Klein, your family is living well. They may have gradually come out of the haze of your departure, and they are about to go to Backlund to obtain a new life. Under the watchful eyes of the goddess... Leonard thought silently.

Surrounded by his companions, Leonard dared to speak in his original voice, but he was unwilling to speak too much, and subconsciously lowered his voice, making a hoarse appearance of a cold:

"Happy New Year, you look good, Miss Moretti."

"The air in Tingen is getting better, how is the situation recently?"

Melissa hesitated for a moment, and replied politely: "Thank you for your concern, we are all fine, Mr. Police Officer."—She suddenly realized that she didn't know the other party's last name, and she was even more embarrassed.

Mr. Police Officer, whose name is not known, familiarly said:

"Newspapers have recently published job advertisements. Have you considered going to Backlund?"

He thought that this sentence was quite appropriate, but he felt that Melissa's favorability seemed to have declined, and he was a little puzzled.

After receiving the revelation from the archbishop after the smog, they have been paying attention to the Moretti family for the past few days, and they even know exactly how many meat dishes there are in the Moretti family's New Year's Eve dinner.Coupled with his relationship with Klein's colleague, Leonard naturally felt familiar, and there was no psychological burden to greet and communicate.

And he didn't realize that the only label he had in the other party's heart was "Klein's colleague", and he had only met him once. In the nearly half a year from Klein's entry into this department to his death in the line of duty, he had never been in contact with him, infinitely close or even equivalent to strangers.

In Melissa's mind, the gentleman should leave after a few words of greeting.

They were obviously not familiar with each other at all, and they didn't even know each other's names. It was somewhat rude to stop me on the way back, and even thinking about it, it was a little scary.

Melissa shook her head and didn't answer. She wanted to use this attitude to make the police officer back off, but the other party scratched his head and remained silent for a while, as if he realized what she meant, but he didn't.

"Tomorrow, I will be transferred to Backlund, so I said more."

Saying it this way, it felt a bit like parting, so Melissa couldn't be harsher, but she was still going to Backlund.

Leonard accepted the pointer, and said seemingly unintentionally: "I have worked in Tingen for so many years, and I am still a little reluctant to leave. But the department is short of people now, and I am in a hurry. I read the ticket and paperwork they ordered for me. , take the No. 3 steam train, which is the day after tomorrow..."

The information contained in this sentence made Melissa no longer able to ignore it. She clearly remembered the ticket that Benson bought last night, and whispered in surprise:
"Mr. Police Officer, are you going to Backlund by train No. 3?"

Leonard nodded: "Yes, the first shift in the morning is relatively fast and cheap. By the way, my name is Leonard Mitchell."

If Leonard and the Moretti family were more familiar, or if Melissa was more lively and outgoing, then perhaps it was time to make a joke, "Maybe we are in the same car", but Leonard didn't, and May Neither did Lisa. After conveying the news so that the "encounter" tomorrow would not be too abrupt, Leonard said a few words and said goodbye to the other party.

"Captain, let me confirm again."

After seeing Melissa's back disappear at the end of the street, Leonard walked over to Soest who was reading the newspaper, and sat on the bench.

"I'm indeed in the same car as them, and they're sitting next to each other, right?"

Soest fumbled in his pocket, and took out a brand new ticket that had been printed.

Leonard took it, a total of three cards, three names.

Considering that this is an important trip, and that the journey takes four hours and the departure is very early, it is inevitable to catch up on sleep and rest in the car. The Moretti family chose a first-class seat for the first time.The two Moretti sat facing each other in the third row on the left side of the No. 4 car, and he sat alone in the right side of the car in the same position in the third row—he was alone, and the seat opposite was broken.

Because apart from him, everyone else did not buy a ticket by coincidence and could only sit in another car. This is very 0-08.

Daly was annoyed by this, and bought a ticket for carriage 6.She took the initiative to participate in this operation, threatening to wring off Ince Zangwill's head and use it as a ball for her spirit babies.

The necromancer looked at the ticket, turned around and smiled at Leonard: "Then I will leave this important task to you first."

Leonard was greatly aggrieved, he had no interest in kicking Ince's scalp: "Ms. Daly, is this bad?"

This is simply a blatant invitation and banter... Leonard couldn't help clenching his fists when he got the news, his blood began to boil, and hatred began to grow, Benson Moretti and Melissa Moretti They are Klein's relatives, and it is certainly meaningful for Ince Zangwill to take revenge on them, but Leonard Mitchell is not only a witness to the Battle of Tingen, but also one of Ince Zangwill's pursuers, It was still Klein's companion, the red glove of the Church of Evernight, targeting him and killing him, which would also embarrass and anger the Church of Evernight!
Because of this, Leonard calmed down like never before. He is a "special person", he said to Klein, although in retrospect, sadness and emotion are more important than shame.

Faced with Ince Zangwill's provocation, the other red gloves felt that it was difficult, but Leonard felt that this was a unique battle - with the old man around, it was completely possible to save his life.If the old man had more strength, it would be possible to keep Benson and Melissa.

However, Leonard felt that the old man would be happy to "test" him, and he would never do anything unless his life was in danger.

Since his brain and spirituality started to activate together, it seems to be a hobby of the old man to use stumbling blocks in his life to exercise his ability to respond.

And he also has a kind of awe for the high-sequence (although he doesn't take it seriously, but maybe he still has it), but what he is in awe of is not the old man (Pallez is furious), but the power represented by the old man. Will the old man Willing to protect the ordinary people in the car and the Moretti brothers and sisters, Leonard is not willing to gamble.

When this bastard circled himself alone, did he know that he still had such a life-saving god like the old man? 0-08 Do you know? Can 0-08 arrange the old man?If not, then Ince Zangwill's special move is likely to be a smoke bomb. After all, the unspoken secret in the Church of Evernight is that Ince Zangwill, who failed in the promotion, hates the "successful" in the same batch. The Eye of the Goddess" Your Excellency Illya.

But people don't know about the old man. Maybe Ince Zangwill's purpose is to mobilize everyone's attention and let everyone pay attention to Leonard, while ignoring Illya who is equally dangerous in the face of 0-08. High sequence!

What if it is possible?If 0-08 can affect the old man, then there will be a real problem on my side, and I will become the main target of a demigod carrying a level 0 sealed item, not to mention that this carriage is full of ordinary people.

Leonard thinks this is more likely.

Assuming this is the case, then he should consider how to protect a car of ordinary people as much as possible, as well as himself.

Anyway, the old man shouldn't have to worry. (Pallez sneered, but this time Leonard's thinking and inferences were very good, he reluctantly did not sneer)

"I remember in the file that Melissa was a girl who couldn't even afford to buy books and new clothes."

Leonard compared these tickets back and forth, and returned them to Soest, thinking with great emotion: "I heard that she was admitted to Backlund Technical University, and Mr. Benson Moretti was also admitted to the new policy to expand enrollment." Government employee, that's great, Klein will be very happy if he finds out, right?"

"So we should protect them even more." Soest drew a red moon on his chest, "Praise the goddess."

"Praise the goddess."

"However, Leonard, is your cold still not healed? Extraordinary at your level should basically not get sick, or can't you get used to the air in Backlund?"

"Ah... this..."

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The prey's throat was slit, and the black and white fur and the ground were stained red with blood splatters.The black blade's paratrooper knife skillfully skinned and deboned the hare, which was alive and kicking half a minute ago and wanted to escape, and was cooked into scarlet raw meat with three or two strokes.

Trainor sat leisurely in his campsite and prepared himself a late New Year's Eve dinner. It was no trouble for hunters to get rid of pursuers in the jungle. Even if it was an unfamiliar jungle, he even had the ability to get rid of them Go back and kill them all.

Members of the council, members of Sauron's family—looks like relatives who are not familiar to him, so it shouldn't be a big loss if he dies.There was also a member of the Church of the Eternal Sun, who wanted to call out the bishop who led the team but didn't call out. He looked as white as a rabbit, and he wiped his neck like a rabbit.

Burying the corpse, feeding the cat with a spirit body, taking away Beyonder characteristics, wiping away footprints and battle marks with leaves, the hunter did it perfectly and unhurriedly, and there was still room to catch a rabbit on the way back.

His hand holding the knife was steady, and he skillfully dismembered the rabbit and strung it on a wooden branch and put it on the simple grill while humming a song and adjusting the heat by the way.Turing, who sat on the side and conscientiously stirred the fish soup in the pot, listened for a long time, and found that the tune was a cheerful concerto that was popular recently by Intis.

Riel also jumped out of his shadow, waiting for his share.

The jungle environment of the Southern Continent was hot and humid, but the creatures and mythical creatures present did not feel uncomfortable.

Trainor's slightly curly hair was slightly dampened by the moisture in the jungle, and it stuck to his forehead softly. The shirt was also soaked, and the beautiful muscle lines were outlined close to the body.After dismantling the whole rabbit, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and before putting down the knife, he couldn't wait to wipe off the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, and a blush suddenly appeared on his face.

He didn't seem to notice it, or even if he did, he wouldn't take any action.

Riel suddenly stood up, stretched out his claws and pulled out something from the spirit world - a long box with a hint of air-conditioning.Trainer didn't remember bringing such a thing, and there was a handwritten manual on a post-it note on the box. One person and one cat read the words on it head to head:

"Product introduction: Edible genetically modified freshwater fish, independently developed by Frank Lee, has epoch-making significance. Adhering to the belief of 'take from natural raw materials, give top-notch flavor', we will continue to provide high-quality food to food explorers Flavored solution.

Scope of application: Food explorers who have high requirements for their own diet and dare to try new things. "

"I have a bad feeling," Trainor said. "It's usually weird to say something like that."

A thin layer of ice was spread in the box, and a large fish with the length of an adult's forearm was placed. Riel accepted the fish well, and then looked down:
"Description of characteristics: 1. The meat quality is more delicate than the original variety."

"2. The blood contains the flavor of Intis red wine, and it can be fried and eaten with fish."

"3. Fish bones and internal organs will melt at a continuous high temperature of more than [-] degrees. It is recommended to boil and eat, which has the effect of improving freshness."

"4. Cultivate the extraordinary through the cultivator's approach, which contains rich spirituality."

Trainor: "?"

Trainor: "I don't want to eat, just take it."

Riel: "Your Majesty sent this to you." Of course there was only one His Majesty in its mouth. It turned the note paper to the wrong side, pointed to a line of words on it and said, "Not only must you eat, but you must also write no less than Three hundred words of dining experience."

Traynor choked for a while speechless, finally lowered his head in fear of power, took the fish with a complicated expression and began to handle it.

A similar situation also happened in the Aurora Society.

Facing a big fish brought by the Dark Saint, several devout believers knelt down and prayed for a while in gratitude, then stood up and discussed how to enjoy this "holy meal" around the fish.

Mr. Z pondered for two seconds: "We can serve according to the instructions, one serving of fish and one bowl of fish soup. If it doesn't suit your taste, you can try the seasoning yourself, and then write your own impressions."

The new product needs feedback from users. The True Creator thinks that the three of them are successful if they can come up with a clear and logical impression, but they forget that the mental state of the Aurora Society has gradually improved since their ravings became less harsh.

After recovering from his injuries, he left, and came back before the new year to catch up with last night's New Year's Eve. Mr. X pushed the brass mask like a pair of glasses, and expressed his thoughts: "I think sashimi is good, The instructions say that fish blood and fish meat have the flavor of red wine, so it’s better to eat it directly, and use the fish bones, fish head and fish viscera to make soup for dinner.”

Mr. A's spirit has improved, but his thoughts are getting more and more basic. He said loudly: "Just eat it!"

The three of them murmured for a while, and finally reached a consensus that the soup should be cooked, and then they had to divide the fish into three parts because of the conflicting views of the three. An impression should not be less than [-] words."

X, who brought the table and tableware, asked mysteriously, "Your Excellency, is this considered meritorious service?"

A swears: "God gives the sacrament, you still want merit, you can give me the brains you don't want!"

Dark Saint: "Forget it."

Three people: "!"

The white paper that was originally used to write thoughts was replaced by a manuscript, and an undercurrent surged between the three of them immediately. Z and X, who were proficient in writing and ink, immediately looked at each other, and in unanimous agreement abandoned the one who was still thinking about how to make up [-] characters. A, regard each other as the worst enemy.

TBC
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Going to play Hollow Knight.It's 1 years away from stepping out of the Chapter 100 map.

This should be the last small plot of this part. After Klein leaves and the sea volume officially begins, I will take two days off to sort out the outline.

(End of this chapter)