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The City of the Dead ...... "Unknown Spirits"...... Old Gods...... That's dangerous...... Klein looked at the radio receiver in front of him and fell into deep thought.

Da Da Da, the illusory white paper spat out again:

"I don't know anything else.

"Great host, I have a suggestion, would you like to hear it?"

That's a good question...... Klein retracted his thoughts and said softly:

"Say."

The sound of the radio receiver clattering became brisk, and a line of words soon appeared on the illusory white paper:

"For Calderón's questions, you can ask 'Red Light' Al Moria."

In the end, I still can't get around the "red light"...... Klein nodded slightly, and asked instead:

"Now that the city of Behrens is under attack, and I am two days away, what do you propose about it?"

The sound of the radio receiver paused, and then as if to type out a line:

"Dear master, in your current status, you cannot complete the task."

The weight of the two Aurora Divine Envoys is not enough to intervene in the battle of Behrens? Well, to be expected, what to do then?

"You can go and ask Ms. D for help, she has a way."

Ms. D has a way? She does have many industries in the Southern Continent, maybe she can help me, and it depends on your safety to be guaranteed. Klein made a decision, thought for a moment, and said:

"Okay, that's all for today."

After the typewriter finished typing this sentence, it quickly clicked again:

"Great master, wise master, wait a minute or two, and there will be an eye on you! Your loyal servant Arodes awaits your next call, goodbye~"

A minute or two? Why didn't you say it earlier? Crane was shocked, as if he had seen the countdown of a time bomb, and hurriedly used the materials that had not yet been removed from the altar to hold a sacrifice ceremony, and threw the radio receiver on the gray mist.

But above the gray mist, Crane did not leave immediately, but hurried to write a divination note - once he sought the help of Ms. D, then it is estimated that he will have to spend a long time in the carriage, and he will not have the opportunity to walk four steps backwards and wait for the source fort. Therefore, it can only be finished before Ms. D returns, and the divination is done in half a minute.

"Ms. D's plan would put me in danger"

Rotate slightly clockwise.

There will be some danger, but not much, and it is completely acceptable.

Crane breathed a sigh of relief and quickly returned to the real world.

Next, it was time for him to think about when to contact the Seven Lights of the Spirit Realm.

After doing all this, sitting in silence for a moment, and making sure that nothing had happened, Klein pushed open the door, took the secret couple downstairs and checked out, and went to the hall to wait for Ms. D to come back from her errands.

After sitting still for a few minutes, Crane suddenly felt a gaze fall on him, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.

I saw that not far from the glass door of the hotel were squatting two dirty figures, one large and one small.

The older one was a disabled man of no apparent age but rather old and thin, and the smaller one was sitting in the crook of the man's arm, looking at him with a pair of big bright eyes, which was the little girl Klein had seen in the restaurant the previous night.

Wrapped in rags, they sat in the corner, wondering if they had been there all night.

Seeing Klein looking at them, the two men hurriedly stood up, not knowing where to put their hands.

Crane felt the hairs on his back stand on end one after the other, defeated by that ignorant and bright gaze. He sat with his fists clenched for a long time, and finally mustered up the best courage to stand up, and walked to the glass door, wanting to ask them what they were doing with him. Is it to blackmail, or to beg? Because I gave the little girl a bowl of rice?

At this moment, the sound of familiar footsteps came from not far away. Ms. D, wearing sunglasses and a hat, approached briskly and smiled when she saw that Klein's condition seemed to have recovered.

Then, she also noticed the two Southern Continent natives, one large and one small, who seemed to have something to say at the base of the wall, and she looked at them, and then at Klein: "Sir, are they here to find you?" ”

“…… I don't know. Crane replied in a deep voice.

The little girl didn't react, and the elderly man was visibly flustered and frightened when he saw Ms. D, who was obviously from the North Continent, his eyes flashing between Klein and Ms. D, and his lips pursed, but he didn't say a word.

Ms. D smiled unsurprisingly, and she spoke softly, as if with magic in her voice:

"Don't be nervous." It's in Dutan language.

"We will not hurt you under God's watchful eye."

Under the cover of the early morning sun, the not-so-obvious golden halo fell on the old and thin man, and the warm power seemed to bathe him in hot water, his body and mind involuntarily relaxed, and the fear in his eyes was greatly reduced.

Seeing that the other party had calmed down, Ms. D asked with a smile:

"What is the matter with you, sir?"

The thin man hesitated for a while, and finally spoke in a strong local Dutan language and body language, so that Klein and Ms. D barely understood what he was trying to say:

He was the uncle of the little girl, and all the people in his own family died of disease and starvation, and the child's parents were taken to the plantation, and the slave captors did not look down on a little imp and a sick man who could not buy a few dollars. He can't feed the kid either. Hearing that someone had not bullied her and had given her food, he ventured over to see it and begged Klein to take the child away.

After listening to the other party's stumbling story, Klein fell silent.

Ms. D looked at Klein and didn't speak.

Klein replied to the man in Dutan, "I don't need slaves. ”

The man was shocked, he picked up the little girl's face with his only remaining hand, wiped the dust off it with his sleeve, and said intermittently:

"Look, my lord, although she is small, she is a beauty! If you don't need a slave, that's it, mistress...... Adopted daughter ......"

Crane tilted his head, took a deep breath, and made a stop gesture as best he could.

He felt that his tolerance was far less than he imagined, and he almost suffocated just listening to others.

The man had no choice but to look at Ms. D with a pleading look, and Ms. D could only give him a helpless look. The little girl beside him seemed to feel something, and clutched the man's hem tightly with some nervousness.

Suddenly, Klein turned to look at Ms. D and asked seriously, "Ma'am, may I ask, if I want to set up a factory in such a city and provide jobs for these poor and unemployed people, how much money will I need every month to operate?" ”

Ms. D smiled slightly when she heard this:

"You are indeed a man of good character. Of course, working capital depends on the business you want to do and the size of your factory...... I do have a small industry in the Southern Continent, but it was also established with the help of a friend, doing some simple cloth weaving and processing business, if you are interested in this, I am very welcome to talk to me and the people I work with. ”

After speaking, she turned her gaze to the ignorant little girl, and the thin man with pleading in her eyes, and asked in the lingua franca of the Northern Continent:

"How are you going to ...... before that? Deal with them? ”

An elderly disabled person and a child who is only a teenager are obviously not suitable for working in a factory.

The elder Kohler that Klein helped at the beginning was also a middle-aged and elderly person who was on all fours and still had the ability to work.

Seeing that Klein hadn't made a decision yet, Ms. D made her own suggestion: "This kid may be able to live a better life with you." As he said, otherwise they would have starved to death together, or the child would have survived and become a street girl early...... It was too cruel for anyone, not to mention that she looked like she was only eleven or twelve. ”

"But what if I want them all to live?"

Klein's eyes were fixed on the little girl's hand clutching her family's clothes, and her eyes and tone gradually became firm: "He sold the child to me so that she could live, without the concern of the child, he will soon lose the will to live." ”

"You can give him some more money." "According to the prices of the Southern Continent and his age," said Ms. D., "it would be better for him to live another twenty years, and about four or five hundred pounds would be enough for him to enjoy his old age." ”

Klein smiled too.

"If such a child is sold for four or five hundred pounds, then the other people in the area will definitely do everything they can to sell the child to me, or to someone else......" Halfway through his words, Klein remembered that the slave trade and the human trade in the Southern Continent were still operating, so he immediately changed his words, "...... But the one who bought those children will certainly not be me, but the plantation, and live an even harder life from then on. ”

Ms. D observed his expression, and the smile on her face became a little brighter:

"Then you can just give them money and not bring the children back, so that they will not be separated and can live a good life."

Crane shook his head and spoke in a nostalgic tone:

"There is a story in my hometown where a man became a slave and redeemed himself, but did not ask for a reward from the local government. Because he has money and doesn't need that. But his teacher criticized this act because he alone raised the moral standard for the redemption of slaves. I can just give them money and don't want people, maybe I didn't mean to be so self-impressed, but later on, there will be fewer people who really want to adopt or help them through business. ”

The more Ms. D listened, the more subtle her expression became, and she asked tentatively:

"I see what you mean. Mr. X, do you know Mr. Ernst? ”

Klein was slightly stunned and shook his head.

Ms. D immediately changed the subject: "So how are you going to help them?" ”

"I want to open some charity schools, factories, or other places that can help these people in the Southern Continent."

Klein pondered, "I'll give you a settling-in fee, and hopefully I'll be able to keep them working in your factory for a while, and then send them to me when my property is up and running." ”

"You are a kind person, I will order them to go down, and my factory can also assign them two places."

Ms. D immediately wrote a note, stamped it with her own seal, and slipped the note to the two men, telling them to go to a certain shop for help, and then she looked at Klein and said politely, "But maybe it would be better to invest directly in a charitable foundation that already has a mature industry than to build a factory from now?" …… If you need it, I can introduce you to the ERNST Foundation ......"

"I've seen their members on the East End."

Seeing that two Southern Continentals, one big and one small, were holding the note in a daze, looking incredulous, Klein took the initiative to explain, and left quickly before the other party was about to kneel down and thank him: "They seem to belong to the Rose School of Temperance?" ”

Ms. D pushed her sunglasses.

Ms. D hesitated and spoke:

"It used to be like that...... Now due to the internal innovation of the Rose School...... It would not be wrong to say that they belong to the liberal faction...... Ahem, don't worry, Mr. X, I can vouch for you, if you are interested in doing so. ”

Doing business with the Rose School?

The Ernst Foundation suddenly became terrifying in Crane's heart, as a Sequence 7 killed the three members of the Rose School with Sharon and others, and Sequence 6 was ambushed by the "Mother Tree of Desire", and two months ago he was besieged by a demigod named "Jakes" and the "Blood General" in the Southern Continent.

“…… I'll think about it. He coughed.

"By the way, ma'am, the situation is critical now, I need to get to Behrens quickly, is there anything else you can do?"

Ms. D paused as she was about to step into the carriage, and she didn't seem surprised.

"Will you be able to accept the spirit realm?" Ms. D asked, "It's not a 'door', it's extremely dangerous to truly walk through the spiritual realm. ”

Klein nodded: "I've had a similar experience. ”

"Then you would mind being sent straight to ...... War Red camp? ”

“……”

Klein thought for a long time: "If I mind, is there any other way?" ”

Ms. D shook her head:

"Now that the gate of Behrens has been controlled by the Red of War, even if you are an ally, if you want to enter the city, you will have to check the Red of War."

“…… So be it. Klein couldn't help but ask, "Is it safe to travel through the spirit realm?" ”

"Safety."

Ms. D immediately entered the carriage, set up the ceremony in front of Klein, and began to pray:

"Me!"

"I am called in the name of Irena Montemar."

"The spirit that wanders in vain, the revered scout, the messenger who belongs only to Lord Trenor Vaughn."

Messenger summoning ritual?

Klein didn't pay attention to it at first, and then suddenly reacted: Wait, who? Vaughn??

……

In the ruins of the War of the Gods, on a small island that is forever shrouded in sunlight off from the main channel.

With a terrible chirp, it was as if another round of the sun had fallen from the sky, and it fell heavily to the ground, splashing mud everywhere, and as soon as the golden blood hit the ground, all the surrounding plants and trees were purified into gold.

After a long time, the bird-like creature ceased its activities.

Gadelia didn't dare to be careless, and waited for a few minutes, seeing that the Divine Sunbird was indeed out of breath, before wiping a handful of sweat from her head and packing this extraordinary creature into a box.

The island is still sunny and inhabited by more than one sunbird, as if in the middle of the desert.

"Captain!"

In the distance, the crew members, who seemed to have been pecked by birds and were covered in wounds, also ran over in boxers, waved vigorously:

"I've got the Radiance Stone!"

"Okay, go back immediately!"

In order to prevent being besieged by extraordinary creatures, the "Star General" and his party quickly returned to the "Future", and accelerated their speed to sail back in the direction they came.

Far from the island, the crew immediately felt extremely cool as soon as the sea breeze blew.

At this point, Otolov leaned over and whispered to Gadelia:

"Intelligence officers said that people suspected of being the 'Immortal King' were seen in the city near the port of Emmat......"

"He really seems to be drawn to certain connections!"

TBC

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No. 24 double watch.