"Since you know the 'Rogue Black Emperor', you can help me bring him half of this money, it's all for you anyway."

"Give, give me?" Klein couldn't sit still for a moment, although the gold pounds on the table were far less than the number of more than 10,000, but the ten gold pound denomination notes that were tied together must add up to more than 2,000.

It's not normal for pies to fall from the sky, and Klein won't be stunned directly by the money: "I can't take it!" That's too much! ”

Esther smiled and picked up the teacup: "It's not for you, it's for you to help me order extraordinary weapons." There are more choices when you have abundant funds, so it is more convenient for you to keep it than for me. At this point in time, I didn't dare to go to the bank to deposit so much money, after all, I didn't even have identification, and it was even more inappropriate to go back to the Eastern District with so much cash. ”

"You're still going to give half to the 'Black Emperor'?"

"If you don't know him, I won't care about this, but after all, he is the main force who came forward last night, so I have to thank them, right?" Esther waved her hand, "I'll leave it to you!" ”

Having said that, Klein won't have trouble with money: "Okay, then I'll hand it over to him for you, and maybe I can ask him to communicate about helping you find weapons." ”

For example, let the "world" ask for a lap at the tarot meeting.

"By the way, I did gather some information before, but I didn't have time to tell you before, this seems to be a fairy tale handed down from the Tertiary Age......"

After listening to Klein's retelling of the story of the "Creator" and the "Skylark", Esther was silent for a long time, the ring of thorns, the ring of olives and the wreath, she had no impression of this, but when she thought that she had knitted bracelets for the night watchmen in Tingen to sense their condition, Esther was faintly uneasy.

However, when she heard that the "creator" rejected the "garland", a figure suddenly appeared in Esther's mind:

It was a tall man with a cross hanging from his chest, a black clergyman's robe that was quite discreet, and the roots of his jet-black hair showed the golden sheen of the sun, and he stood in front of another tall cross, his face always blurred and unreal when he looked back.

Can't see clearly, can't remember.

Apparently she had seen him in her dreams, but the more she remembered it, the more headaches she felt, and Esther shook her head, trying to get rid of the dizziness in her mind.

Maybe her face was not good, Klein couldn't help but ask, "Are you okay?" If you're really uncomfortable, don't force yourself to remember, we can continue to gather more information. ”

"Well, maybe I have to go back and get some rest...... Thank you very much for telling me this story, which should echo some of the history that happened in reality. ”

Klein nodded: "I just happened to be going to the East End to run some errands, do you want me to send you back?" ”

Esther declined his kindness: "It would be too conspicuous if we went together, Mr. Detective." I'll go first. ”

"It's fine. By the way, that 'obsessive-compulsive bow tie' can be returned to you, I've already looked into it. In addition to the uses you've previously discovered, it also has the 'Secrecy' effect, allowing you to make the target do what they want them to do when they make eye contact. If an area is imprisoned, a 'confinement' is formed, which can resist attacks from the outside and restrict the exit of objects within the area. ”

Esther nodded thoughtfully, "It's got to be you!" Thanks, I finally know what it's capable of. ”

After Klein came downstairs with his bow tie, Esther told him again:

"I'm going to change my residence and go to the bridge area to improve my living environment. In the past, the memories of the people of Lily of the Valley Street are about to disappear, and even if there is a high probability that they will not remember me anymore. ”

Speaking of this, she glanced at Klein curiously, "Why do you still remember me?" ”

"I also want to know, maybe it's because we don't belong to this world?" Klein came up with one of his previous ideas.

"Makes sense!" Esther immediately smiled, "It's really nice to be remembered." ”

Klein's eyes dimmed for a moment: "I said I would remember you, but fortunately I didn't break my promise." ”

Esther waved her hand, turned and stepped out the door.

——

St. George's District.

The Church of the God of Steam and Machines is located in Beckland's headquarters, St. Shelland's Church, and underground detention chambers.

Calwin's right eye was covered with a black cloth that blocked the shrunken eyeball, which had lost its lustre.

He sat in the corner of the cold stone bed with his head down, his humble gray half-sleeved robe that didn't even cover his knees, and his limbs were covered with bracelets engraved with many symbols. His brilliant blonde hair clinged to Calwin's forehead, and the short beard on his face, which had not been shaved for days, obscured his youthful and dashing face, made him look as if he was more than ten years older.

But there was a sparkling smile in his amber eyes, and he was humming a tune-changing song that took a hard time to hear that it was a "birch forest".

Calvin had been thinking that this might be the end of his life of disgust.

He had been subjected to various tortures at the hands of the Machine Heart, and now they had begun to prepare experiments to check the limits of Calvin's ability to "spectator" sequences.

To Calvin's disappointment, however, he never received any news about "Luna Duboa", which is supposed to be a pseudonym.

The little sheep with a pseudonym showed its wolf fangs under its skin, and after running away from his hands, it seemed that no one paid attention to her anymore.

Yesterday, when Calvin asked if the Automata team had caught the occupants of 603, the man didn't say anything, but Calvin still caught doubt in his eyes—

The other party thinks that he is crazy and is imagining a non-existent person to get away with it.

It's weird.

Calwin blinked his surviving eye in the darkness, sensing that the image of the little sheep in his mind was fading, and he remembered only her music, her singing, and her gentle blonde hair.

But he remembered the black, human raven, and its vicious claws.

Calwin touched the black cloth on his right eye.

The door to the cell opened suddenly, and after a brief squint in the bright light, the person who walked in rightfully caught Calvin's eye.

This is a man with stiff and square eyebrows and facial features, exuding an inexplicable majesty that wants people to bow his head, he is wearing an officer's uniform, his black hair is obediently combed back, and it is attached to the top of his head, at first glance he is only in his forties, and there are knife-like hanging needle lines between his eyebrows.

"Calvin Lepres?"

Calvin didn't speak, the oppression of a man's extraordinary abilities was of little use to him, and the ability to detach himself from perception in order to achieve objectivity, to be able to observe and deconstruct his own emotions is an ability that every "viewer" will learn.

The man didn't care, he was only tasked with taking the wild extraordinaire and transferring him to the military.

"Because you may be involved in the Intis espionage case, we will take over the follow-up investigation of you by the 'Heart of the Machine'."

Steam is on top, these people can't even make up an excuse, can they?

Calvin wanted to laugh out loud, he wanted to open his mouth to mock such a stupid excuse, Ambassador Intis was assassinated by the Aurora Society a month ago, could it be that the official Rune could not find out what should be investigated?

What can it have to do with him as a down-and-out international student!

Calvin shook his head, but honestly stood up from the foot of the bed: "Whatever you say, sir." It's just that the things you can't say, even if you force me to lose control, I can't say it, it's not something I can control. ”

The man snorted coldly, and didn't say anything, probably someone had told him the sequence information and personality of the "suspect", and he didn't intend to have any superfluous verbal communication with Calwin.

In front of the "audience", all expressions, whether intentional or unintentional, from words to body movements, are revealing information about themselves.

Even though he was blind in one eye, Calwin's indifferent gaze made the man feel sick to his stomach.

The moment he walked under the Beckland haze and felt the thin afternoon sun, Calvin couldn't help but rub his arms, he always felt an inexplicable chill.

Not from the cold winds of late October and early November, but something more dangerous that struck his inspiration.

There were only two people in the carriage, Calwin and the man, but Calwin had not picked the alchemical products from the mechanical heart in his hand, and with these bracelets on his body, anyone who could pronounce the corresponding ancient Hermetic language would immediately imprison him or punish him.

Calvin didn't know where he was going to go, and he didn't care, and when things got to a certain point, people who had given up hope would naturally become numb.

He stared at his hands, and subconsciously began to hum the song "White Birch Forest" that Mr. Teacher had heard from the evil god.

However, the strange thing is that the man opposite looked out the window with a cold face and did not react to this.

Until another voice rang out in the carriage: "Hello, Calvin Lepreus." ”

Calvin turned his head in astonishment, and found a third man sitting in the carriage all the time, beside him. And the man from the military on the other side still didn't move, as if he couldn't see this sudden person at all.

No, maybe he didn't appear out of nowhere, but sat here all the time?

The man looked like an ordinary priest passing by, with a pale golden beard covering half of his face, a plain white robe, and a cross pendant embedded in half an olive branch hanging from his chest.

What disturbed Calwin the most were his eyes, those eyes, which were also golden and clear, and they showed the demeanor of a baby in a cradle, and should never have been in an adult male.

The priest smiled, as if to lead him to a confession: "Do you know the name of this song? ”

The vigilance in Calvin's heart turned into snow foam that fell into the furnace and melted away with this smile, and he said softly in the same respectful and obedient tone as he did to the teacher, "The Birch Forest." ”

"That's right. So who said it was called that? ”

"Luna Duboa. She looks very close to the legendary young lady of the elves, and she has a very vicious raven by her side. ”

There was no fluctuation in the priest's eyes: "Do you remember anything?" ”

"I'm still ...... Seeing her light, it was like the light that sprinkled the stars on the earth. Calvin looked obsessed, showing all the fluctuations in his heart, "That's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life." ”

The priest's finger landed on the cross and gently covered the olive branch that remained green forever: "Then remember her, remember the light, Calwin." ”

Calvin was still obsessed, but nodded sleepwalking, staring blankly at each other.

The priest's smile deepened: "Your destiny is no longer above this age, child. You will be a wanderer, wandering around the earth. ”

Calwin's eyes widened as he finished speaking—but nothing came out of his left, intact eye.

There was no one around him.