After Dunn and his party returned to the Black Thorn Security Company, they saw a tall, thin young man with a familiar eye outside the old site.

Leonard narrowed his eyes and quickly remembered where he had seen him, "Are you...... The 'monster' of the Dragon Bar? ”

"Ah, Aademisor, it's me, yes." Ademisor's eyes were always floating to the ground when he stammered, his eyes were sometimes calm and sometimes panicked, his mental state seemed unstable, and his eyes were still red.

Dunn looked at Ademisor in silence for a few seconds, then nodded at him: "I probably know why you're here, Frye you can disperse, he doesn't threaten." ”

The few night watchmen who were faintly encircling the formation withdrew some of their defenses when they heard this, and they trusted Dunn's judgment more than they did distrust Ademisor.

"Go ahead, I'll talk to him alone." As Dunn said this, Daly glanced at him disapprovingly, and then went to help the others sort out the contents of the rented house.

"I know Esther knows you, and I've heard about it from different mouths."

Seeing that everyone was leaving, Dunn gestured for Ademisor to follow him, and he pushed open the door that led to the underground passage. Because Esther had rushed out of here, the wreckage of the Black Thorn Security Company was the best surviving passage in the past, and Dunn walked all the way to the door of the alchemy room, where he kept the box that Esther had given him.

After Deacon Cesima dealt with Esther's funeral, before leaving, she even left Dunn with the main ingredient that the "monster" formula lacked: thirty grams of twisted star stone fragments, which made Dunn more and more unable to understand the meaning of it. The Templar didn't say a word about "Ademisor", but his attitude was ambiguous, and he simply left the matter to Dunn and let him handle it at will.

There is actually nothing wrong with Ademisor's background, which the former captain of the Substitute Punishers, Svein, made clear to Dunn, a young man with a poor background. If it weren't for the fact that the "monster" sequence has been hidden, they might have found the potion and groomed Ademisor as a substitute for punishment.

Dunn led Ademisor into the alchemy room, and then locked the door: "Esther and Klein have collected a lot of materials privately, just so that you can enter the extraordinary path normally. But I can't give this to you easily, and I don't know if you're worth entrusting it. ”

Ademisore blinked blankly, his gaze moving beyond Dunn's mouth to farther away, making it unclear whether he understood or not.

Dunn sighed, "The materials they have collected are not complete, and if they want to make a complete potion, some of the consumption will come from the Night Church. ”

"I'm joining." Ademisore said dreamily, and before Dunn could react, he continued hurriedly, "It's the guidance of the Light, so it's my will." ”

Dunn was silent for a moment.

"The sea of blood in Tingen is gone, and the light is gone. I want to stay where the light fades and see how the light once ...... Esther, once the road. ”

Dunn touched the box containing the materials, his fingers tapping on the edge of it, "Light? ”

"I want to wait here, maybe the light will come back."

"Did you see that?" A tiny flame suddenly ignited in Dunn's heart.

But Ademisor just shook his head: "No, it's light...... That's what I believe. ”

Dunn's smile was reluctant, but he reached out and shook Ademisore solemnly.

"Since you have such expectations, then I will not refuse a new member.

You are welcome to join the Night Watch, and I hope you won't regret the day of being extraordinary, Ademisor. ”

The young "monster" showed a shy smile, but there seemed to be a faint light in his eyes: "No, I won't." ”

——

Raphael's cemetery at night is even more deserted than daytime, and the place where the deceased stays has always formed two worlds with the living, except for the tomb keeper and the official night watchman to inspect, basically no one will sneak in, not to mention that there are no treasures here that are worth robbing the tomb of others.

But tonight, another visitor was welcomed to Klein's grave. The middle-aged man's bronzed skin is also rare in Rune, his black hair is tied into a strand of braids, and although the lines of his facial features are soft, the bottom of his eyes is full of deeper vicissitudes.

His tan striped waistcoat and long trench coat were finely cut, not as cheap as his silk top hat, the hem of the man's trench coat swayed in the cold wind, and the bouquet of white flowers he held in his hand was protected by the crook of his arm, not ravaged by the cold wind.

The man stared at Crane's tombstone and didn't speak for a long time, before finally he sighed and apologized, left the bouquet in front of the tombstone, and left.

The night deepened, and only the crimson moonlight sprinkled on the ground, adding to the bleakness of the quiet cemetery.

The stone slabs of the grave pit suddenly rose upwards and were overturned from the inside out, and it took a lot of effort for the people inside to remove the coffin slabs covering the soil layer and replace them with ordinary people with weak physical abilities.

Crane sat up in a daze and panic, and looked down at his chest twice, the missing flesh was constantly wriggling, closing outside the heart that had been restored, and his resurrection was slower this time than the "last resurrection" experience.

But he came back to life.

A few minutes later, after being sentimental in front of his tombstone, Crane took care of his coffin, picked up the brass whistle and the broken tassel knot, and solemnly placed it in the inner pocket of his arms.

The citrine pendant was still tied to his left hand, and Crane tried to use the pendulum twice for divination, but he couldn't tell Esther about it at all, he tried "Esther is still in Tingen" and "Esther is still alive", but the pendulum did not move, and the inspiration did not give any feedback.

Klein thought for a moment, squeezed the broken knot of peace in the palm of his hand, gripped it tightly and lowered the pendulum again, and revised his divination statement: "Another new tombstone in the cemetery." ”

After repeating it seven times, Crane opened his eyes and found that the spirit was pointing straight to the path to the southwest, pointing to the direction as steadily as a compass.

After Klein walked more than ten meters, he stopped in front of a brand new stele without a photograph, he stared at the dessert recipe on it, and only felt that he wanted to cry and laugh, and his heart was full of bitterness.

"Having someone else leave you this kind of epitaph is really your style......"

But I really don't want to see such a whimsical epitaph at all, fellow, I'd rather you be the other one who came to my funeral like everyone else.

Crane reached out and swept away a crow feather from the stele, and he crouched in front of the tombstone, his voice so soft that it drifted away as soon as he landed: [I'm gone, Li Xing.] I'm going to avenge us. ]

Then Klein struggled to lift a smile through his tears, like the epitaph, hoping that everyone would look at it.

His clown potion was even digested a little because of it.

That night, Klein made up his mind to go to Beckland.

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The tranquility of the Raphael cemetery lasted less than twenty-four hours, and new visitors came unnoticed, bypassing all sight.

The thin young man's dark eyes were full of doubt, but the corners of his mouth were smiling, his pure black curls pressed under the onyx-gray newsboy hat, and the double-breasted inky coat was not fastened, revealing a sailor-striped shirt and dark blue scarf full of disobedience.

Even more inconsistencious was the monocle on his right eye socket, an expensive lens made of crystal, which was certainly not a common accessory for ordinary sailors.

Even to adjust your vision, a pair of glasses is better than a pair.

A crow was perched on the young man's shoulder, turning his head from time to time and signaling with its pointed beak the direction to go.

"I still feel like you're lying to me, but it's really strange what happened to you."

"How so? Amon doesn't lie to Amun, everyone is Amun. ”

The young man straightened the monocle in his right eye: "I will give this feedback to the body, but what about your uniqueness?" ”

"Suppressed by something else," the crow replied impatiently as he clicked his beak up and down, "The bartender I was parasitic on at the time was just a Sequence Seven, and the extraordinary power derived from the ontology was enclosed in Uniqueness, and the rest was the Sequence Seven trait, what could I do?" The attitude of the clones on the side of the city is very delicate, and they seem to have agreed that they are not willing to accept my request for help, and I can only go to the port of Enmat to find you again. ”

"Ha, of course you have no say in your current state. There are too many strange places on you, and it is our most normal decision to let me come out to investigate like this, and there is no loss to other Amon anyway. ”

Raven finds that he does have something he hates, although he says "mostly the truth": "Amon can't fool Amon, it's not your decision, is it?" You were also forced to come. ”

"The doppelganger who has been cut off from the main body is a dangerous element, but you are indeed Amon."

"Who else could I be if I wasn't Amun? Afraid of Lees? That body went directly to Jianhai County to arrest me at that time, where would I be left here to play a reasoning game with you. ”

The young man chuckled, pushed his monocle again, and quickly walked through most of the cemetery: "You are very self-aware. Yes, only Amun knows Amon this way. ”

"You've walked through, turn left on that path just now, and it's around here......"

"Is this it?"

The young man stopped in front of the rather new tombstone, leaned over and carefully examined the name, the year, and the month, and then read out the following long list of recipe epitaphs: "...... Sprinkle with frosting, crushed nuts or delicious ice cream. ”

There was a long silence.

The crow turned his head awkwardly and carelessly tended to his feathers, just pretending, of course.

The young man frowned at first, but then quickly curled the corners of his mouth: "Your experience is more interesting than we imagined, and the ontology probably won't mind our unauthorized actions." This 'person' looks quite interesting, can it be parasitized? ”

"She's not human, and I'm not sure what Esther is, she's more of a mythical creature that lives in a human shell." The raven acknowledged the anomaly it had noticed, but deftly avoided the "parasitic" question raised by the youth.

"Parasites on the same path?"

"No way. I don't know when the Time Worm will turn into a firefly. ”

The young man turned away from the tombstone, and when the crow rose from his shoulder, he snatched his hat in disgruntle, and the young man just glanced at him amusedly.

The crow flew down and stood on the tombstone, throwing the hat at Esther's grave: "Don't you confirm it? ”

"I've got to get some tools, right? Could it be that I will dig you up? ”