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January 1, 1350, morning.

Melissa carries a canvas tote bag and travels to and from several nearby bookstores.

The city library in Tingen does not reopen until a week after the New Year, and although Benson advises Melissa to rest at home during this time to enjoy faith time and stay in Tingen, Melissa is a little idle, and it is a waste to rest at home.

It happened that the air was good these days, so she woke up naturally from a nap, planning to go to a familiar bookstore to borrow a few books to read.

On the first day of the new year, there were no people on the street, but there were still many people on the other side of the street, and the new year seemed to the people there as if the time and date had just changed, and there was not much to look forward to.

"History of the Kingdom of Rune", not good, this book is too thick and too big, although it is suitable for passing the time, but it is not something that can be read in a few days.

Melissa has always been more mindful of the beginnings and ends, and with the simple idea that she can't waste them, she will read all the borrowed books before returning them.

A Guide to Engineering? Melissa's eyes lit up, and she quickly pulled out the book and turned to the last page, slightly disappointed to see that it was published fifteen years ago. This is already a somewhat old version, and quite a few of the machines in it are outdated, and the new version of the book already has its own ......

Melissa's eyes darkened.

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

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

- If it weren't for the fact that the standard of living has improved significantly, and Benson and Benson also see a little prospect of a better life in the future, Melissa would not have spent a little money on it anyway.

She carried the canvas bag she had sewn out of the bookstore, and when she looked casually, she saw more people on the empty street. On the bench across the street, there was a gentleman who had bought a newspaper boy reading it, and he passed by a gentleman who was familiar but didn't know where he had seen it.

The gentleman with the sausage bread seemed to notice her out of the corner of his eye. Before Melissa turned her head in some embarrassment, they met their eyes, the green eyes giving her a great sense of familiarity.

In a flash of light, she suddenly remembered the source of this familiarity.

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

The man on the bench flipped the page back and down two minutes, and South's gaze fell from behind the paper.

The green-eyed police officer also responded in dismay:

"Are you Miss Moretti? I thought I had the wrong person. ”

Leonard's stunned expression was half-true, but it was true.

Because he had been away from Tingen for more than three months, he had been gone for as long as Crane had been dead, and had only met Crane's sister, Melissa, once, and in an extremely sad environment, with him as the transmitter of the bad news, and she as the recipient of the bad news...... In that environment, no one would be in the mood to pay attention to each other's appearance, not to mention that Leonard at that time lacked the courage to even look each other in the eyes.

And in that bad meeting, even with the memory of extraordinary people, Leonard only remembered Melissa Moretti and Benson Moretti as two labeled shadows, one was skinny, somewhat introverted and silent, sensible but still a child; One is older, tired, and looks vicissitudes because he has taken on the responsibilities of the family prematurely.

They are all sad.

And now, more than three months later, Leonard didn't take a closer look last night, and when he made a "chance encounter" today, he found that the other party's face was ruddy, his complexion was much better than at that time, and he walked with his chest up and his head up, and the whole person was much sunny, and there was no lingering gloom when they met for the first time.

Crane, your family is doing well, and they may have gradually come out of the haze of your departure and are about to travel to Baekland for a new life, under the watchful eye of the Goddess...... Leonard thought silently.

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

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

"The air in Tingen is getting better, how is it going?"

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

Mr. Officer, who didn't know his name, was familiar with the homely thing:

"The newspapers have been advertising jobs lately, are you considering going to Beckland?"

He thought that this sentence was appropriate, but he felt that Melissa's favor seemed to have dropped, and he was a little confused.

Since receiving the Archbishop's revelation after the Great Smog, they have been paying attention to the Moretti family in the past few days, and they can even feel how many meat dishes in the Moretti family's New Year's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner. Coupled with the former colleague relationship with Crane, Leonard naturally felt familiar, and there was no psychological burden to greet and communicate.

And he didn't realize that his only label in the other party's heart was "Crane's colleague", and he had met once, and from the nearly half year that Crane entered this department to his death, he also went from the future, infinitely close to even equivalent to a stranger.

In Melissa's thoughts, the gentleman said hello and said hello and left.

It's obviously not familiar at all, and they don't even know each other's names, so it's a bit rude to stop yourself on the way back, and even if you think about it, it's a little scary.

Melissa shook her head and didn't answer, wanting to use this attitude to make Mr. Officer retreat, but the other party scratched his head and was silent for a while, as if he realized what she meant, but as if he didn't.

"Tomorrow, I'm going to be transferred to Beckland, so I'm going to talk a little more."

In this way, it somewhat tasted of parting, and Melissa was a little harsh, but she was also going to Beckland.

Leonard accepted the pointer and said as if unintentionally: "After working in Tingen for so many years, I am a little reluctant to leave. But the department is now short of people, and I am in a hurry, so I read the tickets and paperwork they booked for me, and I took the steam train No. 3, which is the day after tomorrow......"

Melissa could no longer ignore the message contained in this sentence, and she clearly remembered the ticket that Benson had bought last night, and whispered with some surprise:

"Mr. Officer, are you taking train number 3 to Beckland?"

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

If Leonard and Moretti were more familiar, or Melissa was more lively and outgoing, then maybe it would be a joke at this time, "Maybe we are in the same carriage", but Leonard didn't, Melissa didn't, and after the news reached that tomorrow's "chance encounter" would not be too abrupt, Leonard said a few words and said goodbye to the other party.

"Captain, I'll make sure again."

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

"I'm in the same carriage as them, and I'm sitting next to them, right?"

Sost fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a brand-new printed ticket.

Leonard took it, three of them, three names.

Considering that it was an important trip, and that it was a four-hour drive and an early departure, it was inevitable to catch up on sleep in the car, and Moretti's family chose a first-class seat for the first time. The two Moretti sat face each other in the third row on the left side of car number 4, and he sat alone on the right side of the car in the same position in the third row - he was alone, and the opposite seat was broken.

Because apart from him, everyone else coincidentally didn't buy a ticket and could only sit in another car, which is very 0-08.

Dai Li was very annoyed by this, and then bought a ticket for car 6. This time, she took the initiative to participate, threatening to screw off Ince Zangwill's head and kick it off for her spirit babies.

The Necromantic Mentor looked at the ticket, turned to Leonard and smiled, "Then I'll hand over this responsibility to you first." ”

Leonard was aggrieved, he had no interest in kicking Ince's scalp: "Lady Daly, isn't this okay? ”

This is simply a clear invitation and banter...... Leonard couldn't help but clench his fists when he got the news, his blood began to boil, and hatred began to grow, Benson Moretti and Melissa Moretti are relatives of Crane, and it makes sense for Ince Zangwill's revenge on them, but Leonard Mitchell is not only a witness to the Battle of Tingen, one of Ince Zangwill's tracers, but also Crane's companion, the Red Glove of the Night Church, targeting himself and killing himself, can also make the Night Church shameful and angry!

Because of this, Leonard calmed down like never before, he was a "special man", he said to Crane, although in retrospect it was more sad and emotional than ashamed.

While the other Red Gloves were struggling with Ince Zangwill's provocation, Leonard felt that it was a different kind of battle - with the old man here, it was perfectly okay 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 would not do anything until there was a danger to his life.

Since his brain and spirit began to be activated together, it seems that it has become a hobby for the old man to exercise his reflexes from time to time in life.

And he also has a kind of awe for Gao Sequence (although he doesn't take it seriously, but maybe he still has), but it is not the old man who is in awe (Pales is furious), but the power that the old man represents, whether the old man is willing to protect the ordinary people in the car and the Moretti brothers and sisters, and Leonard is not willing to gamble.

When this bastard circled himself alone, did he know that he still had such a life-saving god as the old man? 0-08 Do You Know? 0-08 Can you arrange the old man? If not, then Ince Zangwill's special move is likely to be a smoke screen, after all, the tacit secret in the Night Church is that Ince Zangwill, who failed to be promoted, hated the "Goddess Eye" Yin Liya in the same batch.

But everyone doesn't know about the old man, maybe Ince Zangwill's own purpose is to mobilize everyone's attention and make everyone pay attention to Leonard, and ignore Yin Liya, a high sequence who is also dangerous in the face of 0-08!

So what if you could? If 0-08 can affect the old man, then there will really be a problem on his side, and he will become the main target of a demigod carrying a level 0 seal, not to mention that this carriage is full of ordinary people.

Leonard thinks this is more likely.

If that's the case, then it's time for him to think about how to protect a car of ordinary people, as well as himself, as much as possible.

Anyway, the old man shouldn't have to worry. (Paris sneered, but for the sake of Leonard's thinking and reasoning this time, he was reluctant to say mockery)

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

Leonard compared the tickets back and forth, and returned them to Sost, thinking with great emotion: "I heard that she was admitted to the Beckland Technical University, and Mr. Benson Moretti was also admitted to the government employees recruited by the new policy, how good, if Crane knew, he would be very happy, right?" ”

"So we should protect them." Sost painted a red moon on his chest, "Praise the Goddess." ”

"Praise the Goddess."

"But, Leonard, isn't your cold well? An extraordinary person of your level shouldn't get sick at all, right, or can't you get used to the air of Beckland? ”

"Ah...... Well...... this."

394

The throats of the prey were sliced open, and the black and white fur and ground were stained red with splatters of blood. The black-bladed paratrooper knife skillfully peeled and deboned, and the hare, which was still alive and wanted to escape half a minute ago, was cooked into scarlet raw meat in two of three strokes.

Trainor sat leisurely in his campsite to prepare himself for the late Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, and getting rid of the pursuers in the jungle was not a problem for hunters, even if it was a strange jungle, he even had the ability to turn back and kill them all after shaking them off.

The parliamentarian, the Saurons' - the raw faces, not their familiar relatives, that should be dead is not much loss. There is also an Eternal Sun Church, who wanted to call the bishop who led the team but didn't shout out, he looked white and pure like a rabbit, and he wiped his neck like a rabbit.

Burying corpses, feeding cats with spirits, taking away extraordinary properties, erasing footprints and battle marks with leaves, the hunter does a perfect and unhurried job, and has room to catch a rabbit on the way back.

He held the knife in his hand, and he skillfully dismembered the rabbit and skewered it on a wooden branch on the improvised grill while humming a song, and by the way, he controlled the heat. Turing, who sat on the side and dutifully stirred the fish soup in the pot, listened for a long time, and realized that the tune was a cheerful concerto that had recently become popular in Intis.

Rare jumped out of his shadow as well, waiting for his share.

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

Trainor's slightly curly hair was slightly wet with the moisture of the jungle, and it was rare to stick to her forehead softly, and her shirt was also soaked, outlining her beautiful muscle lines close to her body. After dismantling the whole rabbit, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and before he put the knife down, he couldn't wait to wipe the sweat beads from the corners of his forehead with the back of his hand, and a touch of red suddenly appeared on his face.

He doesn't seem to be aware, or even if he does, he doesn't do anything.

Rare suddenly stood up, and stretched out his claws to pull something out of the spirit realm—a long box with a hint of cold air. Trainor didn't remember that he had brought such a thing, and there was a handwritten instruction manual on the box on a sticky note paper, and a man and a cat read the words on it next to their heads:

"Product Introduction: Edible Genetically Modified Fish in the Water, independently developed by Frank Lee, is of epoch-making significance. Adhering to the belief of 'taking from natural raw materials and giving them top-notch flavors', we continue to provide high-quality food seasoning solutions to the majority of food explorers.

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

"I have a bad premonition." "Usually things like that are weird. ”

A thin layer of ice was laid in the box, and a large fish with a short adult forearm was placed, and Riel accepted the fish well, and then looked down:

"Characteristics note: 1. Meat quality that is more delicate than the original variety."

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

"3. Fish bones and internal organs will melt at a continuous high temperature of more than 50 degrees, so it is recommended to boil and eat it with water, which has the effect of improving freshness."

"4. Cultivated by the cultivator through the extraordinary, rich in spirituality."

Trainor: "? ”

Trainor: "I don't want to eat it, so let's take it." ”

Riel: "Your Majesty sent it to you. Of course, there was only one person in its mouth, and it flipped the note to the reverse side, pointed to a line of words on it, and said, "Not only to eat, but also to write no less than 300 words of dining feelings." ”

Trainor was speechless for a moment, and finally bowed his head in fear of power, and took the fish with a complicated expression and began to deal with it.

A similar situation occurred at the Aurora Society.

In front of a large fish brought by the Dark Sage, several devout believers first knelt down in gratitude and prayed for a while, then stood up and gathered around the fish to discuss how to enjoy this "sacrament".

Mr. Z pondered for two seconds: "We can follow the instructions, one fish per person, one bowl of fish soup, and try to season it ourselves if it doesn't suit our taste, and then write our own feelings." ”

The new product needs user feedback, and the real creator thinks that the three of them can come up with a clear and logical impression that it will be successful, but they forget that since their whispering has become less and less harsh, the mental state of the Aurora Club has gradually improved.

After recuperating from his injuries, he left, and Mr. X, who came back to rub last night's New Year's Eve sacrifice before the New Year, pushed the brass mask like pushing glasses and expressed his feelings: "I think sashimi is good, the instructions say that fish blood and fish meat have the flavor of red wine, so it is better to eat it directly, and the fish bones and fish head and fish offal are used to make soup and left food." ”

Mr. A's spirits were better, but his thoughts were getting more and more back to basics, and he said loudly, "Just eat it!" ”

The three of them discussed for a while, and finally reached a consensus to cook the soup, and then because the three of them had conflicting views, they had to divide the fish into three parts, and the Dark Sage also pushed the boat: "Then you will each write a thought, no less than three hundred words." ”

Ghost X, who brought the table and utensils, asked in a daze, "Your Excellency, is this considered a meritorious service?" ”

A scolded and scolded: "God gives you the sacrament, you still want merit, you can give me the brain you don't want!" ”

Dark Sage: "Count." ”

Three: "! ”

The blank paper that was originally used to write thoughts was replaced with manuscript paper, and the dark tide immediately surged between the three of them, and Z and X, who were coarse and ink, immediately glanced at each other, and invariably abandoned A, who was still thinking about how to make up 300 words, and regarded each other as the biggest enemy.

TBC

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Fight the Hollow Knight went. It's still a hundred years before the first chapter of the map is out.

This should be the last small plot of this part, and when Crane leaves and the sea roll officially begins, I'm going to take two days off to sort out the outline.