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

Chapter 18 Stepping into the Next Destiny

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Melissa stood in front of the grave, her eyes were slack and out of focus, she was as quiet as a delicate doll.Leonard looked sideways at this scene, feeling very sad in his heart, and admired the girl's strength. After learning the bad news, she kept neither crying nor fussing, and her silence was so painful that it made people feel distressed.

After the pastor's eulogy and their respective prayers, the earth began to fill in the rustling, and the black coffin was gradually covered.

The tomb was filled and covered with a stone slab. Leonard finally glanced at Klein's tombstone. His epitaph has three lines:
"Best brother;"

"Best brother;"

"Best colleague."

The corpse of another sacrificed Nighthawk, Dunn Smith, has been requiemed by the Extraordinary sent by the Holy Church, and was buried two days in advance, and the promotion potion that the Holy Church has prepared for him has been given to others.It is said that there are still some special occult connections left that can help them find the murderer.In the sad atmosphere, the people of the Blackthorn Security Company gradually left. Leonard was overwhelmed by the heavy grief, and with his head down, he quietly followed his companions away without disturbing the grieving relatives.

At the corner of the street, Leonard, Frye and the others separated, returned to their own residence, drew the curtains, locked the door, and sat on the chair as if exhausted.

"Old man." In the darkness, Leonard seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to be asking, "Why was Klein facing Ince Zangwill alone? Why was he alone? Why didn't I wake up?" Come?"

"Normal people shouldn't wake up so quickly in the face of the god's sleeping blessing. That colleague of yours has a lot of secrets." Pallez replied.

"...you know what I'm asking." Leonard leaned back in his chair, covering his eyes with his hands, "You could have woken me up, didn't you? I could have fought with him, at least not letting him Faced with a Sequence Five alone, and then died miserably with a broken neck!"

Pallez snorted coldly: "What's the use of waking you up? Do you expect me to defeat that Sequence Five, the Sequence Five with the 0-level sealed item, or do you deliver the characteristics to the door with him? His characteristics have been suppressed. If you take it away, if you want to fight side by side, then it won’t be troublesome for me to change the host?”

Hearing this, Leonard's face showed anger, and he stood up suddenly, pacing back and forth in the dark room anxiously.

He wanted to find some reason to retaliate to the parasite, but the further he walked, the more ugly his expression became. Finally, he sat back on the chair, covered his face with his hands, and bent deeply.

"...Ince Zangwill." He almost gnashed his teeth to say the name, wishing he could chew every word before spitting it out, "You must live, live until I become stronger, and then kill me Your day!"

"Hey, the culprit of this incident is no longer the gatekeeper, but the guy who killed your captain and killed more than 3000 people in Tingen."

Pallez jokingly said, "It's good to be alive, and you still have a chance to take revenge yourself, but it's probably hard for you to take revenge on your captain."

Leonard was silent for a few seconds. He wiped his face vigorously, took a few deep breaths, adjusted his state to be the same as usual, and then asked seriously: "Old man, do you know that person?" ?”

"I know, to be precise, it's not a human, it's a 'demon'. "

demon?Leonard tilted his head, feeling that the tone of Pallez's utterance of this word was unusual, it was more like a specific reference or the name of a potion than an ordinary noun: "Who is that?"

"An angel, an angel on the ground, I haven't touched it before." Pallez thought for a while, "Other demons will do the simple massacre of the city, but there is no one else but Him to help the evil god "True Creator" descend. "

Leonard clenched his pants and asked nervously, "What's his name?"

"Don't tell you."

"...Then what does he look like?"

"You can't know either."

"Why?" Leonard amplified his voice in astonishment, "I don't know His name and appearance, how can I... report this matter to the Holy Church? How can I give an explanation to the more than 3000 innocent lives in Tingen?"

"Stupid boy, do you think your Evernight Church is free-spirited, do you know which demon it is? Take ten thousand steps back, the Evernight Goddess took a look at it in person at that time, it's not your turn to worry about this matter." Pale Si Hehe smiled, making Leonard feel embarrassed immediately, "I didn't tell you his appearance and name to protect you, because he is very face blind."

Leonard slowly made a question mark: "What do you mean?"

"I don't know why, anyway, he doesn't recognize people."

Pales clicked his tongue twice, and when he mentioned this matter, his tone was a little subtle: "Unless it is someone who has been with him for a long time or has obvious personal characteristics, he will not remember. Even if you talk to him, he will You should also forget about your face. It’s a good thing that He doesn’t know you. But if you know Him, can you control yourself in front of Him? Can you not lose your composure?”

"At that time, it will be fine for you to be noticed by him, and I will be implicated." Pallez sighed, "Anyway, I don't want to confront him in this state."

"..." Leonard scratched his hair, thinking to no avail, he could only sigh, "I see, old man, thank you for talking to me."

"Thank me for what? I just don't want to change the host frequently." Pallez's voice gradually weakened. He spent a lot of accumulated strength in the game against the devil. Now he can't suppress his fatigue and urgently needs After recovering from a deep sleep, "Being a red glove or anything else is up to you. Don't wake me up until it's dangerous..."

"Yes." Leonard said firmly, "I see."

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In the cold wind of the cemetery in the middle of the night, Mr. Fool, who had just been resurrected and was very dazed. He didn't know why, Klein Moretti turned his head with difficulty. It seemed that his neck bone had not been fully repaired, and he felt a pain similar to a stiff neck.

It really hurts... He couldn't help but frowned.When the entire city fell into silence, Ince Zangwill somehow came to the Blackthorn Security Company.He wanted to pretend to be dizzy, but he couldn't help but watch the traitor approach the captain's body while cursing.He only had time to make a few moves with the axe, and he was brutally killed by the opponent. The last thing he saw was that the opponent picked up the urn.

Klein carefully avoided the cemetery guards and left the cemetery, recalling what he had done just now, and planning the next thing to do: go to "Land of Hope" and "Capital of Ten Thousand Capitals" Backlund.

The hope of becoming stronger, the clues, and the whereabouts of Ince Zangwill all point there, and Backlund must go there.Another thing is that when he tried to divination "the murderer who killed Dunn Smith" above the gray fog, he suddenly felt the cold like falling into an ice cave and the fear deeper than death. The warning of spiritual intuition made him He stopped divination in a panic, and only after returning to the real world did he find that his back was soaked in cold sweat.

Huh... that murderer is even more terrifying than I imagined, even the gray fog can't stop it.I obviously didn't feel this way when divination "Eternal Blazing Sun", could it be because the murderer has malice towards me?Or in terms of personality—no, that’s not right, that’s the true God, and it’s impossible to be higher than the "Eternal Blazing Sun". It should be my own fear that magnifies my spiritual intuition.

Before going out, he turned his head back for the last time, looked in the direction of Dunn's tomb, finally sighed desolately, and walked away firmly.

After walking silently for a while, Klein began to feel his own fatigue.But as a "deceased person", he had nothing but the clothes he was wearing, the citrine pendant, and the Azik copper whistle, including gold pounds, sul, and pennies. He was penniless.

Should I blow the copper whistle now and ask Mr. Ards to help me? ...Fortunately, I still have the 300 pounds that Miss "Justice" gave me earlier, which is enough to support my expenses for a long time... What day is it today?Take out the money tomorrow and buy a newspaper... Ah, I'm so sleepy... I can't go home... What I have to do can't involve Melissa and Benson... It's not too cold tonight, just find a place to sleep Let's sleep...

While thinking about it, Klein found a corner sheltered from the wind, sat down, took off his coat, covered himself, and fell asleep with his back against the wall.

Not long after he fell asleep, he was suddenly woken up by someone, and saw a police officer with a short stick looking at him fiercely.

"Don't sleep here!" said the constable viciously. "Streets and parks are not places for you lazy, uninspiring bums to sleep in! That's what the Poor Law says now!"

Poor law?Klein froze for a moment, because his identity was sensitive, he didn't argue with the other party.He took his coat and was about to leave when he heard the policeman say insistently, "Why are there still homeless people? It's really bad luck!"

and also?Klein was held back by the word, and he looked back at the police officer, hoping that the other party would say more.It was probably because Klein was fairly neatly dressed and behaved like he had been educated. The policeman didn't speak ill at once, but looked him up and down a few times, and spoke in an unfriendly but not disgusting tone. :"What is your opinion?"

"Last week, a big fire broke out in the lower street, burning most of the block, don't you know? Even the people and shacks were all burned, and when the police were sent out to suppress it, many criminals who wanted to take the opportunity to make trouble were killed! Without these Homeless people who affect the appearance of the city, the law and order on the streets of Tingen has improved a lot this week, and everyone doesn’t have to worry about being robbed when they go out at night. Isn’t this a good thing?”

"What are you still standing here for? Want to be arrested?"

The policeman shook the handcuffs hanging on his belt, his expression was unkind.

Klein was speechless for a moment.

He didn't stay any longer, turned around and left.If it was true that he was a little bit annoyed when he was woken up before, then after hearing this speech, Klein's aura of waking up has been completely dispelled by unspeakable sadness.He knows that people in this era cannot be demanded by the moral concepts of modern society, but, but—how can he, how can he take the death of innocent people as something to be happy about in such an understatement!
Aren't tramps human life?They just want to live, homelessness is not necessarily their fault, how can, how can you...

How can you say it in such a tone? !
What chilled him even more was that there were many people who took it for granted and were happy for it.

He cried out silently in his heart, and the drowsiness disappeared without a trace. He walked on the street, stopping and going, sometimes confused and painful, sometimes determined and angry.In this way, he walked alone in the deserted street until dawn.

After daybreak, he entered the bank to claim part of his property, bought clothes, luggage and train tickets.

In the station, Klein hesitated for a long time, but finally couldn't restrain the urge to see his brother and sister again, and rushed out of the station and went straight to their home on Narcissus Street.Just when the brother and sister were going out, Klein walked for a long time behind Benson and Melissa, who were dressed solemnly in black. There was an invisible high wall between them.

The sadness that can't be changed even if you vaguely know the fate, the weakness of seeing your captain die in front of you, the helplessness of being close to your relatives but not being able to recognize each other, the pain of the peaceful family life collapsing in just a few hours, and I had to struggle to survive in a crisis, trying my best to kill a powerful and terrifying enemy... All kinds of emotions, many barriers, were finally condensed on a clown face painted with oil paint, with an exaggerated and funny smile .

He bowed and handed the Sevia chrysanthemum, and saw that these brightly colored flowers finally illuminated his sister's eyes that had been dark for many days.

TBC
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*Klein's Backlund journey begins here.

*Don't be surprised if you feel that what Edward did is inconsistent with his identity.Because the real character of the declining king is very different from the present.At present, all the preferences, interests, concepts, ways of dealing with people, and even speaking styles that you see are almost all imitations of the real "Edward Vaughn". Basically acting.

(End of this chapter)