Bang!

Eric, the highly-guarded captain of the "Red Gloves", shuddered inexplicably as he saw the wandering magician who called himself Merlin Hermes explode directly behind the astronomical telescope.

However, this did not splatter the bloody flesh, and the broken limbs quickly disappeared into the air like soap bubbles.

Eric "......" and the rest of the team were all stunned, not understanding how such a change could suddenly occur.

A second later, Eric said in a deep voice:

"Evacuate!"

He wanted to take advantage of the danger before it really dispersed and led the team to escape from the apartment.

At this moment, another figure walked in the open door of room 403, and it was Merlin Hermes, who had just exploded out of thin air.

Wearing a high top hat and black robes, the wandering magician said to Eric and his team as if nothing had happened:

"The root of the problem is indeed the astronomical telescope. ”

As he spoke, Crane walked over to the balcony area and tapped the astronomical telescope with his right hand.

With another bang, the astronomical telescope shattered into metal dots of light, diffusing a stench of blue-black gas.

After the gray mist appeared and disappeared, the stench disappeared, the blue and black melted, and the interior of the room completely returned to normal.

“...... What the hell is going on?" Eric asked as he forced himself to forget about the other party's death and reappearance.

As a fairly experienced "Red Glove" captain, he has a certain amount of speculation about the truth of the whole thing, and the purpose of asking questions is mainly to seek confirmation.

Klein smiled and said:

"To put it simply, the astronomical telescope has changed for some reason, causing the owner of the room to see things that shouldn't be seen.

"If you want to know more details, you can only collect clues yourself, and I don't know. ”

Eric nodded slightly, turning his gaze to his teammates, motioning for them to continue exploring.

After a busy time, Eric said to Merlin Hermes:

"There weren't many clues left in the room, and we could only determine a few things:

"One, John was a native of the country and served in the war, which seems to have caused some mental problems, two, he was an astronomy enthusiast at an early age, and after the war he joined an academic organization called the 'Celestial Seminar,' which we have not gathered any information about before; and third, John seems to be looking for a way to see the real starry sky. ”

Eric paused slightly at the word "starry sky", as if he had been warned by the upper echelons of the Night Church.

After the end of the war, he joined an organization called the Celestial Seminar...... Find a way to see the real starry sky...... Combined with the "experience" just now, Klein had a certain degree of grasp of the matter, so he gently bowed his head and said:

"You should all know that 'starry sky' means danger, and you can't even understand it. ”

"We will escalate this case to the Archbishop as soon as possible, defining the 'Celestial Seminar' as a dangerous organization. Eric said as if he were talking to a boss who wasn't directly in charge of the Night Watchman.

Crane didn't respond, and sighed as he walked to the door:

"The war has indeed had irreversible effects on all fronts......"

After the fall of the "God of War", the already crumbling primordial barrier lost some of its support, and the "Goddess of the Night" has not yet fully mastered the corresponding "uniqueness", as for becoming the "old days", I don't know how long I have to wait, in this case, the erosion of the outer gods on this world has naturally deepened, which is combined with the war trauma of a large number of ordinary people.

Klein suspects that during the period of post-war reconstruction, many cults pointing to the "starry sky" and different external gods have quietly appeared in various parts of Rune, and if they are allowed to develop believers and make various high-risk attempts, the end will definitely be advanced.

With a sigh, he walked out of room 403 step by step, and his figure quickly blurred, becoming transparent, until it disappeared.

In a hotel near Praia Street, Klein, who had already moved in, picked up the coffee in front of him and took a sip.

While it was still early, he went out again and rode in a carriage to the outskirts of Conston City's riverside district.

There is a cemetery here, with stone monuments towering like a low forest.

Klein walked through the cemetery, relying on spiritual "directions" to find a tombstone.

The owner of this tombstone is called:

"Welch McGovern".

This is Klein's original college classmate, because he bought the Antigonus family notes, he died strangely in Tingen, which indirectly led to Zhou Mingrui's "crossing".

Welch McGovern's father, a banker in Conston City, paid to bring his son's body back to his hometown and bury it in the cemetery.

Crane stared at the picture on the tombstone for a few seconds, then bent down and placed the white bouquet he was holding in front of Welch's grave.

He was about to turn to leave, when he suddenly stopped, and twenty or thirty seconds later, an old man with a black cane came from the other direction.

Klein recognized him and knew that it was Welch's father, the banker of Mt. Hay, who had invited him and his classmates to a big dinner.

However, compared with a few years ago, this gentleman has aged a lot, he was originally a very energetic middle-aged gentleman, but now his hair is half white, and there are many wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, around his mouth, and on his forehead.

"Who are you?" asked Welch's father, looking at the stranger at the grave, both puzzled and wary.

Crane sighed and said:

"Uncle, I'm a friend of Welch, and I've been passing through Constance recently. ”

Welch's father nodded slightly, and said in a deep voice:

"He's a guy who likes to make friends, and I only know part of it. ”

He was actually explaining why he didn't invite the guest to the funeral in the first place, and he was sorry for that.

Klein didn't say much, looked left and right, and said:

"Is there anything you need help with, or do you have any wishes that you want to achieve? ”

Welch's father looked around and smiled bitterly:

"Can you get all the dead here back on their feet?"

It's not impossible, it's just not the same as what you want to get back on your feet...... Crane sighed and shook his head.

"Can you get Constance back to his original form?" asked Welch's father with a wry smile.

Without waiting for Klein to respond, he sighed and continued:

"There is no need to help, what can be achieved, I can do it myself, and if I can't achieve it, I can only pray to the gods. ”

As he spoke, the banker walked past Klein to his son's tombstone and bent down the white bouquet in his hand.

Crane looked at his back and whispered to himself:

"I'll do my best. ”

With that, he turned around and left the cemetery.

............

Conston is a pub with a more traditional décor.

A man wrapped in a thick jacket walks over to a wooden board next to the bar and tries to find a part-time job from the sheets of paper attached to it.

Suddenly, he saw a strange entrusted task:

"I'm a journalist, and I want to collect all kinds of stories from different people about what happened in the war, preferably from my own experience, and I can pay you to meet your desire to repair and rebuild your houses for free, and I have enough resources for that.

"Merlin Hermes. ”

The man subconsciously frowned, feeling that the commission was too peculiar, like the product of a prank.

"Can you read the text?" asked a thin man sitting at the edge of the plank.

Only a handful of the bar's customers are literate, and even if they want to find a job or take a commission, most of them can't read what is written on the boards, and the bartender can only remember the ones with the highest pay.

Based on this situation, the thin man relied on his own free school to master the common rune vocabulary and provide others with corresponding interpretations at the price of a quarter of a penny at a time.

That's how he survives.

The man shook his head, indicating that he could read Runven, and pointed to Merlin Hermes's commission:

"Is this true?"

"Really, the journalist was sitting in that corner, wearing a very high top hat. The thin man enthusiastically pointed the way.

The journalist had promised him a quarter of a penny for each person he introduced.

The man with the beer fell silent and hesitated for a full ten seconds before he walked to the corner and found the reporter named Merlin Hermes.

"Are you really going to help me rebuild my house?" he asked, a little apprehensively.

Crane pointed to the papers on the small round table and said:

"We can sign a contract. ”

“...... No, even if you just provide some materials, I'm satisfied. The man sat down across from Klein and said rather reservedly, "I don't have a very vivid story. ”

"Just be real enough. Klein nodded slightly, encouraging.

The man's gaze shifted downward, stared at the table, and said:

"I'm a Constance native, I used to have a decent job and bought a townhouse on Tide Street, but then, when the war broke out, my house was in ruins during a bombing, and my eldest son, the child who had just entered elementary school, was buried in it......

"We had to rent another two bedroom room until the Fursacks took Constance and they, they dragged my wife and she never came back......

"Some time ago, I was told to identify the body, I couldn't recognize her, she was so rotten that she didn't look good, but she still had her remaining clothes in her pocket, and she still contained our water bill......

"She always missed our home when she rented out, and so did my little daughter, who now doesn't have much money and can barely make ends meet, but I want to rebuild that house little by little.

"Frankly, I don't like to tell anyone about my misfortunes, I'd rather be silent, but if I can get help in rebuilding this, then I can ......"

Klein took a pen and paper, pretended to be taking notes, and nodded lightly when he heard this:

"Your wish will come true, you will wait for me tomorrow in front of the ruins of that house on Tide Street. ”

At the same time, he pushed 1 Sol banknote past:

"It's money for a drink. ”

The man's eyes flickered, as if he wanted to refuse, but eventually picked up the bill.

The next day, after dropping his little daughter off at the church school, he walked back to the familiar street along the familiar road, and then saw the familiar house.

Its chimneys, its windows, its doors, the weeds on its walls, all the same, so familiar, that it seemed that in the next second a beautiful hostess would open the door and lead the two children out to meet their father.

The man froze, unable to believe it was real.

But even if it's a hallucination, he's willing to sink into it.

............

Days passed, and Klein, who had fulfilled one similar wish after another, pushed open the window of the inn and snapped his fingers in the morning mist.

In Constonium, a city with high terrain, Welch's father habitually wakes up early and walks to the balcony to breathe in the morning air because he dreams of his dead son and relatives.

Under the light of dawn, he saw the chimneys and blast furnaces, and saw one tall building after another.

The city of Constance was recreated in its entirety, bathed in the orange morning light.