Sighing, Klein indulged himself and relaxed, enjoying the rare peace and comfort of his dreams like a normal person.

After about a quarter of an hour, he finally waited for the Ecclesiastical Extraordinaire who had come to soothe him to leave the dream.

"Finally...... You can sleep peacefully......" Klein wanted to open his eyes habitually and fall back asleep, but found that once he didn't need to be on high vigilance and vigilance, he could directly sleep with the residual sense of tranquility in his dream.

This night, his sleep quality was very good, and it was dawn as soon as he slept up, the sun was rising outside, the red moon was still there, the sky was shining, and the wind was soft.

Klein lazily froze for nearly ten minutes before picking up the gold-shelled pocket watch on the bedside table and snapping it open to look at it.

"Less than half past six...... Should I turn over and go back to sleep, or should I just get up?" Klein examined his state, and saw that he was refreshed, energetic, and not the slightest tired, so he got out of bed and washed, and paced to the balcony to look out at the orange sky.

This season's Beckland, affected by the wind, the smog itself will not be too serious, plus the air pollution control has been done in the past few months, at this time the blue sky is like a wash, the air is refreshing, the gardener is busy in the garden, the kitchen maid and the handyman are going to the market together, and apart from them, the surroundings are peaceful, which makes Klein feel cheerful, and temporarily forget all his troubles, only to feel that the world belongs to him at this moment.

He smiled indistinctly and quietly admired the sight, while the rest of the houses around him in the next quarter of an hour came out one after another two or three servants, carrying baskets or pulling horses, and the whole neighborhood came to life little by little, and the sun gradually brightened.

"This is what life should be......" Klein sighed silently, suddenly having the urge to go out for a walk, turned around and left the balcony, walked to the door, and twisted the handle.

Outside his master bedroom, where Richardson was waiting, it was impossible to guess what time he got up.

This is the hardest part of the valet, you have to go to bed later than your employer and get up earlier than him.

"Breakfast is still an hour away and the kitchen can be ready in a quarter of an hour if you want to be early, sir. Richardson didn't ask why Dontès suddenly woke up early.

Klein laughed:

"I don't have to go for a walk in advance. ”

"Yes, sir. Richardson went into the bedroom and, on the advice of his employer, picked out a coat and helped him put it on.

Finally, Crane put on his silk top hat and took the inlaid scepter, went down to the first floor, walked out of the gate, and walked slowly along the Intis plane trees and black gas lamp poles along the side of the street.

Along the way, there is a faint fragrance wafting from the gardens of each house, the green leaves of the trees create a quiet connotation in the heights, and the pedestrians come and go, very rarely, and the occasional passing carriage breaks the silence and quickly disappears.

Klein enjoyed the early morning environment, enjoyed the beauty of waking up early, and felt that the traces of yesterday's negative emotions were evaporating little by little, disappearing little by little.

Well, the extraordinary must know how to take the initiative to create conditions and regulate their mood...... As I walked around like this, the bishops of St. Samuel's church would have known that Daun Dantès had recovered and would not come to disturb my sleep in the middle of the night...... Klein's thoughts diverged, and his gaze casually swept over 39 Berlund Street next to him.

This is the home of Congressman Makht.

Its façade is made up of sharp iron rods, allowing passers-by to pass through the gaps and enjoy the beautiful view of the garden inside.

As his gaze shifted, Crane saw a familiar figure, it was Hézel with long dark green hair and dark brown eyes, a beautiful and proud girl walking down the garden path with her maid, glancing left and right from time to time.

She also got up so early? she hadn't been able to go to the sewers in the middle of the night, so she had a good night's sleep? Klein sneered, withdrew his gaze, and paced forward.

Glancing at Richardson, who was following calmly behind him, Klein remembered the news reports, magazine columns, and stories he had recently read about the Southern Continent.

- He's been consciously reading about similar areas to flesh out the character of Dwayne Dantès, after all, much of his previous knowledge of the Southern Continent stems from Anderson, a pirate, adventurer, and the strongest hunter in the Misty Seas, who knows if there is any exaggeration and fabrication.

The materials I have read in the past and recently are that so-and-so went to the Southern Continent, made a fortune and came back, or simply moved to the past, heh, this makes the entire Beckland people think that the Southern Continent is full of gold, full of opportunities to get rich, even if it is a common tree there, the sap has a variety of functions, can be exchanged for a large amount of gold pounds, so the kingdom will often go to war with Fursack, Intis and other countries to rob the colonies...... If it weren't for the fact that civilians didn't have enough money to smuggle in, a large number of people would have flocked there...... Klein's thoughts turned, and he casually asked his stuntman:

"What is your impression of the Southern Continent?"

He remembered that Richardson was born on the estate there and was only brought to Beckland as an adult.

Richardson was silent for a few seconds and said:

"Sir, I don't really know much about the Southern Continent, because most of the time I am busy in the manor, and I rarely have the opportunity to go out. ”

"Just talk about your impression, the most real impression, don't care about anything, I just want to have a general understanding, you know, they all think I'm an expert in the Southern Continent, but in fact, my experience is limited to a few places and the merchant class. Klein chuckled.

Richardson buried his head a little bit, looked at his toes and said:

"My impression of the Southern Continent is:

"Hunger, exhaustion, pain, and the yearning for the world after death......"

Hunger, exhaustion, pain...... Crane repeated those three words in his mind, and walked down the street of Berklund, without asking anything more.

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

East Chester County, inside a building on the edge of Storme University.

Audrey is visiting the collection of the Rune Foundation for the Collection and Preservation of Antiquities.

She had planned to come over on Tuesday afternoon, but she had to change her schedule because she was attending an academic conference in Beckland and would not be able to return today.

"The boots were found by a farmer near Stonne in a ruin in the mountains, and their shape is similar to that of Quaternary society. Michelle introduced the contents of the glass display case to the noble and beautiful girl.

Audrey looked over with great interest and saw that the tips of the boots were visibly upturned, and they seemed to belong to the clown.

The height of its cocking on both sides is not consistent, one is 3 cm, the other is 5 cm, and it does not look like a pair.

Quaternary asymmetrical style...... I don't know which class is represented by the three on the left and the five on the right...... Audrey retracted her gaze and followed Associate Professor Michelle to the next collection.

At the end of the visit, Michelle pointed to the glass display case in front of him:

"This coat of arms was sent in just a few days ago, and it involves a very old dragon cult. ”

Dragon...... Audrey stepped reservedly and leaned closer, only to see a gray-white dragon with its wings outstretched on the surface of the coat of arms.

"Where did it come from?" asked Audrey, as she had done before.

Michelle replied:

"A village called Hedrak, a rune word that has no prototype in the ancient Phrsak language, seems to have been spelled directly according to the pronunciation. ”

Hedrake ...... This is the village I visited before where dragon worship is customary, where a spiritual dragon lives in the sea of people's collective subconscious...... The Twenty Years' War Notes I had received from Associate Professor Michelle belonged to a knight from the village named "Lindrilla", who was suspected to be related to the psychic dragon...... Audrey nodded thoughtfully, pondering her words, to ask who had found the coat of arms.

At this moment, Associate Professor Michel's expression became extremely heavy:

"The discovery of this coat of arms was accompanied by a tragedy. ”

"Tragedy?" Audrey didn't hide her stunnedness.

Associate Professor Michelle exhaled and said:

"An archaeological team entered the village to study the customs of dragon worship, and as a result, one of the members went crazy during the night, and the mental illness seemed contagious, and the whole archaeological team later became insane, killing each other or mutilating themselves, and none of them survived.

"This coat of arms was found in their relics, and it was first taken by the police department, and after confirming that there was no problem, it was donated to us. ”

An archaeological team entered the village, and one by one, the members went crazy...... Audrey's eyes enlarged slightly, repeating Associate Professor Michelle's words in her mind.

Suddenly, an inspiration flashed through her mind:

Psychological Alchemy!

The people of this archaeological team are all members of the Psychological Alchemy Society!

PS: Change first, then change.