Beckland ushered in another trance morning.

Last night, the pastors and bishops of the three major churches were busy from dark to dawn, and the heavy responsibility of relieving the souls of the deceased and comforting the living fell on the churches, which are responsible for the spiritual support of the people.

In order to prevent the death of the bombing from happening, the church worked all night to arrange the order of burial and comfort the believers who had lost relatives or friends.

Among them, the official extraordinaries have also been arranged, and now is the time when the personnel are tense, and no one can wait leisurely in place for orders, whether it is to help the wounded, investigate hidden dangers, or calm the grief of believers, it is an urgent task.

Because of the "sleepless" pathway, the Night Church is the most convenient to contribute to this aspect, and most of the night watchers are also in good spirits, and the condition of the punishers and the mechanical heart is much worse.

But even when they yawned, they fought hard to ensure that every buried spirit was prayed and purified.

After dawn, it seems that it is time for people to go back to their daily routines.

However, the buildings that collapsed in the air raids have not yet been repaired, and they are like people's beliefs about life – fragmented and chaotic. The bombs that actually landed on the streets, and the roar that crashed into the eardrums, made the residents of the East and West Wards realize for the first time that danger and death could be so close to them.

Civilians who had never been exposed to war were frightened by the surprise attack of the Vrsack airship, and many of them retreated in fear to a place where they could stay, like snails retreating into their shells in fear, not knowing how to cope with the rest of the day.

What does war really mean? They asked themselves and others, but none of them could give an answer, until the king published the eloquent declaration of war in all the newspapers.

All the grievances have an outlet - they curse and hate Ferssack, and then people look back and find that they have to continue to face the mess of life, and the situation is not getting any better.

The streets of the North End are no longer as depressed as they were yesterday, but the faces of pedestrians who rush by often have a pale gloom on their faces, and the ghost of the air raid still seems to linger in the streets, not knowing when it will fall again.

Those who remained in Beckland were often people who could not afford to stay away from the city, not the nobles or wealthy merchants with back covers, but mostly the middle class who had a small amount of money to enjoy life but could not face the risks of war.

And life for the people of the East Side, there is no change yet, the war has just begun, even if the people who live here know that the next day will be difficult, they have no ability to change the status quo, the number of people who have lost their jobs due to the turmoil will greatly increase, and the pressure of food shortages will soon fall on them.

There are also people who can see this, or who have been reminded accordingly, and no matter how much they have this insight, they will act accordingly according to their own situation.

Some people choose to leave the East End and leave Beckland, but most do not have such savings and have to choose a more difficult path to stay where they are.

The Rubi counted the cash in his hand, mentally estimated the amount of money he needed, and stuffed them into an envelope.

In all fairness, Rebit was still a little grateful to the voice in his head, and the other party's hints about war were accurate, and at the same time warned him in all directions.

If only I had been urging myself to put on those monocles.

Rubbit lifted up and rubbed his left eye, the boy's eye was already bloodshot due to the frequent use of the glasses these days.

The voice in his head sounded again: "Again, it's the best choice for you to leave here." ”

"I can't. Jayne, Penny, Stone, they're all here, they're all on the East End...... I can't just get out of here, I'm worried about what will happen to them. Rubit muttered quietly, got up from his desk, walked to the window, and looked out at the gray sky.

A crow was crouching on a lamppost beneath the window, and unlike its noisy counterparts in the Eastside, it sat quietly and looked around, its bright black eyes peeking out of a ring of white fluff.

As if he was a little bored of waiting, the crow spread his wings and combed his feathers with the tip of his beak, and when Rabit looked over, the pair of black eyes also looked over, which for a moment made Rabit feel uncomfortable being spied on.

But after all, it was only a momentary thing, and Rubbit forgot about this vigilance before he became suspicious.

"When the war is fully fermented, you won't be able to do anything with the money you have, and even if you exchange them for food now, it won't last long." The voice in his head rang out again, whispering to persuade Rubbit.

Rebit leaned against the window, not knowing why he was a little nervous, which made him clench the contents of his pocket, which was a wrapped handkerchief: "So what? ”

The unidentified guy in his head chuckled softly: "So you have to make your own choice, no matter which one it is, it should be fun." Of course, you can also choose a more direct way and ask me for help. ”

Rigbit took out the handkerchief from his pocket and unfolded it, revealing the knotted hair on the inside, and the boy looked at it quietly for a moment, then frowned and looked out the window: "I always have a premonition that I am not very comfortable. ”

"That's because you've been in constant contact with me, and your spiritual intuition has increased, and you're ......"

The voice in my head suddenly stopped.

"What am I?" Rubbit asked, rubbing his aching temples.

Just as he wanted to continue asking, all the thoughts in his mind were empty, and many memories disappeared with them.

"Don't you think there's something you know too much and won't do you any good?"

Rubit was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously held the handkerchief wrapped in his hair and pressed it tightly to his chest.

The voice didn't sound from the boy's head, but behind him.

Just as Rubbit tried to turn around, he found that his limbs were no longer listening.

The other man seemed to make him feel this, and then controlled Rubbit to slowly turn around, and saluted on one knee to the sudden appearance of the man in the room in a posture that the boy had never seen before.

It seemed to be some kind of ancient ritual action, and Rubbit subconsciously thought of it.

In the room, there was a young man in a black classical robe, with a peaked soft hat of the same color on his head, pressed with curly black hair, and a pair of crow-like black eyes that were very smart, with a strange smile in them.

Rubbit looked up at the man in front of him, and when he heard the words that were both mocking and threatening, he felt another inexplicable sense of familiarity.

In the man's right eye socket is a monocle that seems to be polished out of crystal.

"Yes, as you think, I'm the one who speaks in your head all the time," the young man rubbed his chin and nodded at Rabitian with a smile, "Actually, Benjamin Jacob, it's me too. ”

Rubbit suddenly found that he had gained control of his mouth and could speak directly: "Who the hell are you?" ”

"As for that, maybe you could ask yourself?" The young man reached into the compartment of Rubbit's arms, and when he withdrew his hand, the monocle was already between his fingers.

In appearance, this is no different from the one worn by the young man on his right eye.

The young man lifted the monocle, and just as he put it in front of the boy's right eye, he suddenly lowered his head and looked at Rubbit's right hand, which had been clenched.

The young man smiled: "I suddenly felt that it would be more interesting to keep you, and let you have such a 'choice' for the time being." ”

Rubbit, however, gradually realized that something was wrong, and there was a large blank space in his memory, like a hollowed out wormhole: "You, what did you take from me?" Why do I seem to have forgotten a lot of things......"

The black-haired youth patted Ribbit on the shoulder, as if to comfort the boy: "Don't worry, these are all small things that are not important." ”

"Impossible! If it doesn't matter—"

Ribbit's words paused, and he forgot what he was going to say, including the anger and unwillingness in his heart, which were stolen by the other party at the same time.

The young man patted Ribbit on the shoulder again: "If he dies one day, remember to come back and tell me, and I will tell Zoya." ”

When Rebit came to his senses, he was sitting at his desk with the clear monocle at hand.

He stood up in confusion and looked around, always feeling that he had forgotten something, but he could not remember.

——

Five minutes before twelve, Klein arrived at the Intith Cerenzo restaurant.

He used illusions to trick the waiter at this well-known restaurant, and he went all the way unhindered without encountering any problems.

According to the agreement with the "mysterious queen", Klein found a box called "Golden Theater", took out his pocket watch to confirm the time, and waited by the door until twelve o'clock, Klein put away his pocket watch, and knocked on the door after dozens of seconds.

Although he appeared to be alone, the three secret puppets had long pretended to be ordinary people and stayed near this restaurant.

"Please come in."

Hearing Bernadette's voice in the box, Klein turned the handle and pushed the door open.

The interior of the house is indeed worthy of the name "Golden Theater", from the ceiling, carpets, tables and chairs to the ornaments, there is not a single place that is not covered with golden yellow, and the whole room is illuminated by crystal gas lamps, reflecting the light like a palace made of gold.

Although the eternal sun of Intis is indeed represented by "gold", this decoration style is too extravagant......

With a polite smile on his face, Crane closed the door behind him and walked over to the lady who seemed to have been waiting in the house for a long time.

She was wearing a white shirt in the style of an Indisian, her long chestnut hair was draped over her shoulders, and her straight eyebrows showed a bit of heroism, which reminded Klein of the strong woman in the workplace in her memory for a while.

This kind of temperament may only be considered weird by others, but Klein can obviously see that it is influenced by the "time-traveler senior".

It was her father after all......

Crane took off his hat and pressed it to his chest and saluted.