As Klein fed the last scoop of ice cream, Will Unsetin blinked, "You're going to be lucky lately." ”

"Really? Then I thank you in advance. Klein thought it was a small benefit given to him by the "Mercury Serpent", and accepted it very calmly.

The baby shook his head, and his fleshy little face bulged: "It's not me, it's the 'Nornes' you said." ”

Klein was a little surprised: "It's the first time I've known that it has this ability, and it doesn't seem to have ...... before"

But he stopped halfway through his words, and recalled thoughtfully.

The baby swung two soft, white fists at him: "For people like you, the change of luck is often difficult, because the power hidden in your body is too stable. If it weren't for the fact that Nornes is close to you, you wouldn't have been able to do this. ”

"Thank you for telling me this."

"You're welcome, will you come back next week?" Will asked expectantly as he wiped his mouth with the handkerchief Klein handed him.

Klein took the handkerchief and said vaguely, just as the servant and Dr. Allen's wife had returned to the drawing-room, and Will began to bite his fingers again, and answered the mother twice with good and contented words.

After a brief exchange, Klein said goodbye and left Dr. Allen's home.

Dawn Dantès's carriage drove slowly, his deep eyes looking out of the carriage, and Klein smiled and relaxed as he looked at the lampposts of Beckland and the well-tended gardens of the single-family houses.

It's August in a week, and time flies......

When Crane returned to Berklund Street, he did not go directly into the house, but took a casual stroll through the garden, contemplating the manor that Major General Chunas Korg had previously introduced to him.

The last time Klein attended the salon, the major general brought up the matter, and although it was an extraordinarily large expense, it was a necessary expense for a newcomer who wanted to assimilate into the aristocratic circle.

"Daun" needed a manor that could be used to entertain other nobles, and autumn was the best time to socialize, and it happened that the Duke Negan family sold the "Rose Song" manor in the northwest suburbs of Beckland in order to get rid of it for cash as soon as possible, and Klein was also very excited about it.

Suddenly, Crane's spiritual intuition sensed it, and he immediately subconsciously walked into the room, and soon came to the inside of the study.

Leaving the valet waiting, Klein walked into the study alone and waited.

When Nornes saw Klein enter the study, he immediately flew back into the room from the edge of the ledge, and landed happily on his shoulder.

Crane showed a reassuring smile and nodded the lark's head: "I'm back, didn't I get into trouble?" ”

Nornes' gentle voice rang out in the study, as if to complain about Crane's distrust of it, and the tufts of feathers above his head occasionally glowed a little when he spoke, but soon regained his composure.

"Okay, okay, I can get you some snacks for dinner time, I hope it makes you a little happier?"

Noons ended his grumbling with a short, high-pitched chirp, flapped his wings and flew to the shelf where he usually stayed, brushing his feathers.

Nornes's attitude towards Klein has not changed at all, and he was originally worried that the lark would forget his Klein, so he was also relieved.

Klein was sure that he hadn't thought much of it, that since he had woken up in the gray fog again, "Noons" had become even more lively than before, and sometimes seemed too energetic, making Crane feel like he was going to speak in the next second.

Because the remaining points of light on the gray fog are stronger, so Nornes is in better shape now?

Crane sat behind his desk, counted the gold pounds and assets in his hand, and estimated how much he had left after purchasing the estate.

It wasn't until several minutes had passed that a narrow spiritual rift was torn open from the air, and a puppy with hard black fur and a mouth that was almost torn to the back of its head came out.

Klein's heart beat faster, and he saw that the black dog still had a letter in its mouth, but its ears and tail were drooping down, and it looked very aggrieved.

Crane leaned over and rubbed the little black dog's head, but it never became happy, and after placing the envelope in Crane's hand, it put its head on Crane's lap in a state of loss.

Noons, who was crouching on a monopod, barked happily, flapped his wings and flew down, standing next to the black dog.

The lark chattered at the black dog's paw and chirped in a low voice, as if communicating with the puppy.

To Klein's surprise, the puppy nodded at Nornes.

Klein patted the puppy on the head again, "Can you understand what it means?" ”

The black puppy wagged his tail twice, and that was what it meant for sure.

The lark jumped around the puppy on the ground, seemingly anxious, and then flew back onto Klein's shoulder, and let out a condescending cry of displeasure.

Crane couldn't understand what Nornes meant across species, and he suddenly felt that he should ask someone if there was a way to communicate with animals.

The next sequence of "The Medicine Man" seems to be "The Beast Tamer", but unfortunately the Darkwell I know is not here, and I don't know if it is still on Olavi Island......

Crane sighed and poked the lark's feathers with his hand, prompting a questioning turn.

The black puppy's body became blurred and transparent, and quickly dissipated into the air.

Klein finally set his eyes on the letter he had been holding onto, but he didn't dare to face it.

Turning the envelope over, the pencil handwriting seemed to be enclosed by an invisible and regular square, and the familiar square script wrote a name that should not be known - "To Zhou Mingrui".

Klein gradually frowned, and at a glance, he recognized that it was not Esther's handwriting, and all the horizontal and vertical skimming on the paper was too rigid and stiff, like a person who was not used to writing Chinese characters, drawing it one by one.

He had seen Esther's handwriting in Chinese, which was small and not as rigorous as the printing outside of the letter.

Is it Zoya? Yes, I can't think of anyone else who would send such a letter, but it was written in Chinese......

Suppressing the annoyance of loss in his heart, Crane sighed silently and began to set up the ceremony in the room.

He was going to sacrifice the letter above the gray mist and open it again, if there was anything wrong with the letter, the power there could completely suppress it without causing further surprises.

A few minutes later, in the ancient and magnificent hall, Klein opened the letter at hand.

The inside of the envelope was also all written in Chinese, which made Klein subconsciously glance in the direction of the clutter pile.

There is a treasured letter there.

A wry smile appeared on Klein's lips before he returned his attention to the letter in his hand, which was more like a sticky note:

"Hello, I have received your letter. I didn't take it apart, I'll leave it and pass it on to her you want to deliver it to later.

"I'm sorry, I'll be absent from the meeting, even if I wake up and reconnect with it.

"Yours sincerely."

Crane slowly folded the messages away, staring at the white letter that emerged from the edge of his palm, materializing a citrine pendulum.

The tests that need to be done still need to be done.

"This is a letter from Zoya" and "This letter has no extraordinary impact" were both answered in the affirmative by a large clockwise rotation of the pendulum.

There is no danger, there is no hidden model, it is really just a mediocre letter.

Klein didn't do a dream divination about where the letter came from, and he hadn't forgotten that there was a good chance that Zoya was now with another terrible person.

——

Inside a church.

The aggrieved crow squatted on top of the nun's hat, but when it looked at the white-robed figure in front of the church, it couldn't help but show a little weakness.

The simple, white-robed priest did not pay attention to the eyes behind him, but intently held the cross in his heart, and whispered:

"The heavens proclaim the glory of the Lord, and the firmament declares his works. It is told day by day, and spread by night; No words, no sounds. However, their news spread throughout the earth; Their words reach the ends of the earth. The Lord has set a tabernacle in heaven for the sun......"*

The crow lowered her head and tugged hard at the top of the nun's hat with her pointed beak until a hand was raised above her head and flattened the bulge there.

The crow, with its supple and neat feathers, jumped on the arm of the man below and waited for the other to put him down.

"Esther" seemed to have opened her eyes from a long sleep, and with a clear dazedness and dazity in her eyes, she smoothly withdrew her arms and placed the raven on her lap.

The crow's dark eyes looked at her from the bottom up: "Can't I leave?" ”

"He said, No."

The Amon clone who was supposed to deliver the news sighed, and the crow rolled directly on Esther's lap, and lay down with his paws facing the sky: "When did you listen to Adam like that?" ”

"Esther" just shook her head mechanically, and her sleepwalking-like expression made it impossible to see any emotion.

"It's because there's something wrong with Him, isn't it?" The crow muttered under his breath.

Esther's body froze before repeating her previous shake of head.

The crow rolled on his knees again, and before it could roll over and fall to the ground, "Esther" reached out in time to grab the crow's soft wings.

The glass-beaded black eyeballs reflected her gentle and calm eyes, and the crow smacked her lips and craned her neck to look at Adam, who was still chanting in a low voice, completely unconcerned that the audience was distracted.

"The body doesn't give us a memory of that time, but I guess that's how you were then." The crow got up again and pecked Esther's finger hard, leaving a red mark on it, "You two are silently plotting something, and you are leaving me out. ”

There was a look of confusion in Esther's eyes, and she raised her hand to gently stroke the crow's head.

The crow didn't avoid her fingers, but it just looked like she was still pondering some bad thoughts: "I said, do you remember what happened back then?" ”

"I am a chronicler, and the trajectory of the past is set, and I cannot forget it."

"Esther," she whispered, looking up at the front of the church.

The white-robed priest still had his head bowed and his expression reverent.

*Psalm 19:1-19:4