The wood-colored confessional vanished behind Crane, and he let out a long sigh of relief, glancing at the floating gray mist around him, and revisiting the long bronze table in the center of the hall.

He walked past the high-backed chairs belonging to the Tarot Society, and finally sat down in the position of "god".

Klein pondered for a moment, regrouping his mood.

The ball of light floated in front of him again, and Crane tapped its shell lightly, "New target ......"

The speculation in his mind about "Li Xing" has not been confirmed, which means that there are different possibilities.

As for why they "crossed", and what connection the gray fog here had to do with everyone's "crossing", Klein knew that he still had many questions unanswered.

He could only approach the door now, but he couldn't touch or fully enter it, and even just looking at it would make Crane feel unstable, most likely related to his sequence.

Continuing to seek greater extraordinary powers, to go to reality and collect clues related to this, these are all things he can do right now.

Let's take it one step at a time.

The short-term goal is to focus on the truth behind the Great Smog of Beckland, and we have to find clues to Esther's departure......

Thinking of this, Klein raised his hand and flew out of the "Pale Bone Nail" from the pile of debris on the gray mist, because he knew that it was something related to the "Grim Reaper", he did not conduct dream divination to investigate the source, but simply divined the function of this bone sword.

When absorbing Ince Zangwill's soul, its power also changed further, but the negative effect was also enhanced, and it had the effect of transforming all living beings around it into necromancy, I really don't know how Esther suppressed it before.

However, this thing is of little use to Crane, he already has a "death knell" and a "wriggling hunger", and the effect of this bone sword to draw on the spirit has to come into contact with the target.

It can be used to trade with the goddess, which may be the biggest use of the "Pale Bone Spike" in Crane's hands.

Crane raised his hand again, and something else flew out of the clutter pile.

It was a letter.

He stared at the letter for a long time with a frown, and did not open it to look at it again, after all, he had long remembered what was written in the letter.

Klein raised his head and looked at the ball of light indifferently: "Give it to Zhou Mingrui, is it because I can make better use of it?" ”

Of course, the ball of light, which had lost its main consciousness, did not give an answer.

Crane tossed everything back into the debris pile, and left the temple above the gray mist.

He opened his eyes from the couch and saw the lark crouching on his lap, and Nornes looked up in panic and chirped.

Seeing the lark's vivid eyes, Crane's pale face showed a suppressed smile.

"I'm fine," Klein said in a hoarse voice, holding the lark in his hand and placing it casually on his shoulder, before standing up and pouring himself a glass of water, "at least it's okay now." ”

As he drank, Nornes moved dishonestly, scratching his hair twice, as if to confirm Klein's condition.

As Crane poured the second glass of water, an illusory prayer suddenly sounded in his ears, and he put down the glass in some surprise and re-ascended the gray mist.

In the hall, a new crimson star was constantly flickering, and the voice of a young man was slightly familiar.

——

A few minutes ago, in East Bailang, somewhere in a hotel.

Daly leaned on Dunn's shoulder, and the two sat on the couch in the small room, snuggling together. Dali had been groggy, and Dunn clenched her cold hand and gently pressed his head against Daly's black hair, his eyes deep so that it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Daly came back to her senses from her half-asleep state, and when she opened her eyes, she sighed softly.

"What's wrong?" Dunn immediately asked, "Do you need me to help you get some snacks?" Or do I go make another pot of hot tea? ”

Daly buried her face in Dunn's shoulder, spread out her slender white fingers, her hand was on Dunn's wrist, and then again and again, gently tapping Dunn's palm with her index finger, as if counting her heartbeat: "It's nothing, I'm not thirsty." ”

"You don't sound very good." Dunn said bluntly, slowly clenching Daly's fingers to stop her meaningless little movements, and then the two of them clasped hands together.

Dai Li nodded: "I'm afraid, because of my impulse at that moment......"

Her voice was shaking, too, so Dunn adjusted his sitting position to hold Dali into his arms, "It's okay, so am I, I'm scared too." ”

There was a hint of reproach in Dunn's words.

Dali could hear it, and she wanted to say something, but only let out a slight whimper. She buried her head lower, feeling the warmth around her shoulders, and her lover wrapped his arms firmly around her, as if to keep all her troubles out of it.

They held this position for a long time, until a tear wet Dunn's shirt.

Dai Li smelled the faint smell of tobacco, and her eyes turned even redder, but there was a smile in her eyes, which slightly diluted her sadness: "Are you secretly smoking again?" ”

After being silent for a while, Dunn cleared his throat: "Ahem, it should be a little residual smell of the pipe...... You know, I always carry it. ”

Instead of debunking his idea of cunning avoidance of the topic, Daly sighed softly again, and after a few seconds, she looked up from Dunn's arms with red eyes: "I had a nightmare. ”

Dunn raised his hand to wipe the tears from Daly's cheeks, "It was just a nightmare, I'm still here." ”

"I know." Daly sat up straight, clasped her hands to Dunn's ears, hugged his head tightly, and looked into those eyes, "But dreams like that are too real." Without you by my side, maybe I would be ......"

Just like in the dream, she will just give up and continue to live.

In the Tingen incident in the dream, Dunn is not a survivor, but a victim.

After waking up from the radiant dream, Daly was also filled with regret and remorse for losing Dunn, and the even stronger resentment, resentment, and murderous intent towards Ince Zangwill pierced through the illusory dream and truly appeared in her heart.

Daly had never shed a tear in front of Dunn, but now she couldn't help it, she was afraid that in the next second, Dunn's figure would become illusory, and another dream would wake up, and then she would find that her hands were empty—no wedding, no groom, no day they made their vows to the goddess.

Dunn gently patted Daly on the back, dropped a kiss on her cheek, and whispered, "Your nightmare is over, dear Mrs. Smith." I can say I won't leave you if you need to, and I can tell you over and over again that I love you, ten, hundred, thousand, or more, until you feel at ease. ”

"You're here." Dali's choked voice was hard to suppress, spilling from between her teeth.

Dunn hugged Daly tightly, resting her head on his shoulder, listening to her staccato sobs in her ear, "Yes, I'm here, all the time." ”

He looked tenderly at the trembling man in front of him, never letting go of his hand, and Dali's sobs gradually lowered.

Just when Dunn thought she was asleep again, Daly lowered her head and muttered, "I'm sorry......"

Dunn lifted her face: "I almost lost you this time, so let's settle it out, don't talk about it again, okay?" ”

Dali had red eyes and let out a weak "um".

Suddenly, Dali turned around, and the next second, there was a knock on the door outside.

Dai Li's frowning brow gradually loosened: "It seems to be ...... Your Excellency the 'Goddess Eye'." ”

Dunn smiled and patted the back of her hand, "You go and tidy up, I'll open the door." ”

——

And the other "red glove" team member was not accompanied by any of them. In the similarly furnished room next door, Leonard was alone.

He had just sent His Excellency the Eye out of the door, and the two had a brief conversation, and most of the time Leonard was the one in charge of listening due to his status.

He was shocked to learn that the Templars had classified the matter of Klein Moretti as the highest level of secrecy, and had told all those in the field not to spread the word about it, as if the young night watchman had been lying in the grave all along.

This attitude made Leonard realize that the Templar probably knew about the relationship between Gelman Sparrow and Crane Moretti at an earlier age, and that the goddess had been watching all this.

But after the words of the "Goddess's Eye" Iliya, Leonard was very confused, what does it mean to "do what you want, the goddess will not ask"?

Ilia then tells Leonard that the "Red Glove" team will return to Beckland en masse after one more day of rest tomorrow.

Do whatever you want, then do I have to seek the answer from another person?

Since the goddess has been paying attention to Crane, I am afraid that the goddess also knows that Crane has followed the "fool".

The black-haired young man stood by the window with his hands in his pockets worriedly, but his green-eyed gaze was not focused, and he looked very dazed.

Such a melancholy demeanor, coupled with his already handsome appearance, made Leonard more "poetic" temperament.

Although he also had an easy chair beside him, he had difficulty sitting down comfortably, and could only repeat the process of sitting down and getting up, occasionally wandering a few steps around the room and stopping at a place where he could see the view from the window.

Leonard's bedroom was facing a dusty wall, and the house next door was too close to each other, and the view from his room wasn't very good.

To pray or not to pray, that's the question.

Leonard patted his chest, there was no answer, and then he whispered to the old man for a long time, and there was no response.

"Go with your heart......"

Leonard gritted his teeth and decided to recite the name he had heard several times, and Crane had said that if he wanted to ask for help or solve his doubts, he could communicate with the mysterious unorthodox deity - Crane would never hurt him!

So Leonard took a deep breath and read in Old Hermes:

"The fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray mist, the ...... of the yellow and black king who rules good luck" (end of this chapter)