64

Melissa stood in front of the grave, her eyes glazed and unfocused, as quiet as a delicate doll. Leonard looked at this scene sideways, his heart was very sour, and he admired the strength of this girl, after knowing the bad news, she had not cried or made trouble, and the silence was distressing.

After the priest's eulogy and their respective prayers, the mud rustled and began to fill in, and the black coffin was obscured little by little.

The grave was filled in and the slate was covered, and Leonard took one last look at Klein's tombstone, which had three lines:

"The best brother;"

"Best brother;"

"The best colleague."

The body of Dunn Smith, another victim of the Nightwatch, had been requiemed by the Extraordinaries sent by the Templars and was buried two days early, and the Templars had given him the promotion potion that the Templars had prepared for him. It is said that there are some special occult connections that can help them find the killer. In the atmosphere of grief, the people of the Black Thorn Security Company gradually left, and Leonard, overwhelmed by the heavy grief, hung his head and quietly followed his companions away, without disturbing his grieving relatives.

At the corner of the street, Leonard and Frye and the others parted, returned to their lodgings, closed the curtains, locked the door, and sat down in a chair.

"Old man." In the dark, Leonard seemed to be talking to himself, as if asking, "Why is Klein alone facing Ince Zangwill?" Why is he alone? Why didn't I wake up? ”

"Normal people shouldn't wake up so quickly in the face of the sleeping blessings of the gods, and that colleague of yours has a lot of secrets." Parles replied.

“…… You know what I'm asking. Leonard leaned back in his chair and covered his eyes with his hands, "You could have woken me up, didn't you?" I could have fought with him, at least I wouldn't have left him alone to face a Sequence Five and then die a miserable death with his neck broken! ”

Pales snorted coldly: "What's the use of waking you up?" Count on me to defeat that Sequence Five, defeat that Sequence Five with a Level 0 Seal, or do you have a special delivery with him? His characteristics have been taken away, and if you want to fight side by side, then I won't have trouble changing hosts? ”

Leonard's face turned angry at this, and he suddenly stood up and paced back and forth in the dark room restlessly.

He tried to find some reason to pay homage to the parasite, but the more he walked, the more ugly his expression became, and at last he sat back in his chair, covered his face with his hands, and bent down deeply.

“…… Ince Zangwill. He pronounced the name almost through gritted teeth, eager to chew every word before spitting it out, "You must live, live until the day I become stronger, and then kill you!" ”

"Hey, the culprit of this incident is not the janitor for a long time, it is the guy who killed your captain and killed more than 3,000 people in Tingen."

"It's good to be alive, you still have a chance to take revenge with your own hands, but it's probably hard for you to avenge your captain." ”

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

"Know, to be exact, it's not a man, it's a 'demon'."

Demon? Leonard tilted his head, feeling that the tone in which Parles uttered the word was not ordinary, more like a specific signifier, or the name of a potion, than an ordinary noun: "Who is that?" ”

"An angel, an angel on earth, has not been touched." Pales thought for a moment, "If you simply slaughter the city, other demons will do it, but there is no one else but him who helps the evil god "True Creator" to descend to God. ”

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

"I won't tell you."

“…… So 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 ...... Tell the Templars about this? How to give an account to the more than 3,000 innocent lives in Tingen? ”

"Silly boy, do you think that your Night Church all eats white rice, do you know which demon it is? Take 10,000 steps back, the goddess of the night took a look at it for herself at that time, and it is not your turn to worry about this matter. Paris smiled and made Leonard suddenly embarrassed, "I don't tell you His appearance and name to protect you, because He is very badly blind." ”

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

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

Pales sighed twice, and his tone was a little subtle when he mentioned it: "Unless it's someone who has been with him for a long time or has obvious personal characteristics, he can't remember." Even if you spoke to Him, He should have forgotten your face by now. It's good that He doesn't know you. But if you know Him, can you control yourself in His presence? Can you not lose your temper? ”

"When the time comes, you will be noticed by Him, and I will be implicated." "Anyway, I don't want to be in this state against him." ”

"......" Leonard scratched his hair, thinking to no avail, and had to sigh, "I see, old man, thank you for talking to me." ”

"Thank me for what? I just don't want to change hosts so often. Pales's voice gradually weakened, he had spent a lot of accumulated strength in the battle with the demon, and now he couldn't suppress his exhaustion, and he desperately needed to recover from his sleep, "It's your own business to become a red glove or something else, don't wake me up when it's not in danger......"

"Hmm." Leonard said firmly, "I see. ”

65

In the cold wind of the cemetery in the middle of the night, Mr. Fool, who had just been resurrected and was very dazed, and Klein Moretti turned his head with difficulty, his neck bone seemed to be not repaired completely, and there was a pain similar to that of a stiff neck.

It really hurts...... He couldn't help but furrow his eyebrows. When the whole city fell silent, Ince Zangwill somehow came to Blackthorn Security. He wanted to pretend to be unconscious, but he couldn't watch the traitor approach the captain's corpse as he cursed. Only had time for Banmen to make a few axes, he was brutally killed by the other party, and the last thing he saw was that the other party picked up the urn.

Crane carefully avoided the grave keeper and left the cemetery, remembering what he had just done, and planning what to do next: to Beckland, the "Land of Hope" and "the Capital of All Cities".

The hope of becoming stronger, the clues, and the whereabouts of Ince Zangwill all point there, and Beckland had to go. Another thing is that when he tried to divinate the "murderer of Dunn Smith" above the gray mist, he suddenly felt the cold like falling into an ice cave and a fear deeper than death, and the warning of spiritual intuition made him stop divination in a panic, only to find that cold sweat soaked his back when he returned to the real world.

Call...... That murderer was even more terrifying than I had imagined, and the gray fog couldn't stop it. I didn't feel this way when I was divining the "Eternal Sun", could it be because the murderer had malicious intentions towards me? Or is it personally—no, no, it's the true God, it can't be higher than the Eternal Sun," it's probably my own fear that amplifies my spiritual intuition.

Before going out, he looked back one last time in the direction of Dunn's grave, and finally sighed lonely, and walked away with a firm step.

After walking silently for a while, Klein began to feel his exhaustion. But as a "deceased", he had nothing but the clothes he was wearing, the citrine pendant and the Azk bronze whistle he carried, including gold pounds, including syl, including pennies, he was penniless.

Should I blow the brass whistle now and let Mr. Azik come and help me? …… Fortunately, I still have the 300 pounds that Miss "Justice" gave me before, which is enough to support my expenses for a long time...... What day of the week is today? Take out the money tomorrow and buy a newspaper...... Ah, it's sleepy...... Can't go home...... I can't do something that involves Melissa and Benson...... It's not too cold tonight, so let's find a place to sleep......

Crane thought as he found a sheltered corner, sat down, took off his coat, covered himself, and fell asleep with his back against the wall.

Not long after he slept for a long time, he was suddenly woken up by someone and saw a police officer with a short stick looking at him with a fierce look.

"Can't sleep here!" The officer said viciously, "The streets and parks are not a place for you lazy, homeless people who don't want to do things!" This is now the provision of the Poor Law!"

Poor Law? Klein was stunned for a moment, because of his sensitive identity, he didn't argue with the other party. He took his coat and was about to leave, when he heard the police officer say unrelentingly: "How can there be a homeless man, it's really unlucky!" ”

And also? Crane was held back by the word, and he looked back at the officer, hoping that the other person would say more. Probably because Klein was neatly dressed and looked educated, the officer didn't immediately speak ill of him, but looked him up and down a few times, and spoke in a tone that wasn't friendly but not disgusting: "What do you think?" ”

"Didn't you know that there was a big fire in the lower street last week, which burned down most of the block? Even the shacks were scorched, and when the police went out to suppress them, they also killed many criminals who wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to make trouble! Without these homeless people who affect the city's appearance, the streets of Tingen are much better this week, and everyone does not have to worry about being robbed at night. Isn't that a good thing? ”

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

The officer shook the handcuffs hanging from his belt, and his face was not good.

Klein was speechless for a moment.

He didn't stay any longer, turned and left. If it was true that he was woken up slightly before getting up, then after hearing this speech, Klein's wake-up anger had been completely dispersed by unspeakable sadness. He knew that the morals of modern society could not be demanded of the people of this age, but, but—how could the death of an innocent be taken so lightly as something to be happy about!

Aren't vagabonds human life? They just want to live, it's not necessarily their fault to be homeless, how can they, how can you......

How can it be said in such a tone?!

What makes him even more chilling is that he doesn't know how many people will think this way and be happy about it as a matter of course.

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

After daybreak, he went into the bank and withdrew some of his possessions, buying clothes, luggage and tickets.

At the station, Klein hesitated for a long time, but finally could not resist the urge to see his brother and sister again, and rushed out of the station and went straight to their home on Daffodil Street. Just as the siblings were going out, Klein walked behind Benson and Melissa, who were dressed in black and solemn, for a long time, and there was an invisible wall between them.

Even if you vaguely know the sorrow of fate that cannot be changed, you can only witness the weakness of your captain dying in front of you, the helplessness of not being able to recognize your loved ones close at hand, the pain of the collapse of a peaceful family life in just a few hours, and the fact that you have to struggle to survive in the crisis, trying your best to kill a terrible enemy...... All kinds of emotions, many estrangements, are finally condensed into the face of a clown who is painted with oil paint and has an exaggerated and funny smile.

He bowed down and handed the Severa chrysanthemum to him, and saw that these brightly colored flowers finally illuminated his sister's dark eyes for many days.

TBC

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*This is where Klein's trip to Beckland begins.

* Don't be surprised if you feel that what Edward is doing is not in line with who He is. For the true character of the decaying king is very different from what it is now. All the preferences, interests, concepts, ways of dealing with the world, and even the style of speech that everyone sees at present are almost all imitations of the real "Edward Vaughn", except for his own first-person heartfelt words, everything else is basically played.