The gloomy apartment hall and the sunny street seem to be distinct, cut open from the dilapidated gate, and two very different lives.

Liv, the washing woman, held back tears and looked at the familiar detective expectantly.

I hope he can save his daughter's fragile life.

"Of course." Klein looked at the two of them in a daze, and spat out this sentence unconsciously.

How could he refuse?

Well...... The chistbell is Mr. Bishop's, and it is not good to use much energy. It doesn't matter, he can use a little less by himself, and when he is cured, he can take medicine by himself to get better.

But Liv, they can't.

The five pounds in that bag of savings over the years was good, but it was still the cost of Daisy Freya's education, the food for the future, the clothes they would wear for the next few years, and the hope that life would get better.

Like the drunks in the dockstrade union tavern once murmured:

'People like us are like straw in the ground, when the wind blows, they fall, and even without the wind, they themselves may fall'

We can't let that be the wind that blows them down.

There was only one thought left in his mind.

"I still want to volunteer this time."

Crane whispered, shaking the bell firmly in his hand.

With a faint distant 'jingle' sound, the sunlight moved into the apartment a little bit, as if the prayers and kindness that traveled through the two worlds finally fell on the person who deserved it.

Perhaps, when the hymn bell was made, it was with this vision.

"Jingle bells."

"Jingle bell—"

Distant voices echoed in and out of the alley.

With a burst of invisible fluctuations, Liv and Freya's faces visibly flushed.

Their bodies no longer trembled, and their out-of-focus eyes glowed again.

Tear stains slipped down his rough cheeks.

"Thank you, thank you." Liv touched her tears and thanked incoherently, not knowing how to express her gratitude to the kind detective in front of her.

Freya, who had recovered a little, was still coughing, but still bowed to Klein.

Tomorrow seems to be going to be better.

On the edge of the East End, Kohler Sr. ran to his rented apartment in the East End with his newly purchased slices of bread and ham.

After becoming an informant, the kind Mr. Detective gave him enough money to escape from his wandering life. He now works odd jobs on the docks, and he earns a few soles a day.

Enough, enough.

Old Kohler took out the crumpled cigarette in his pocket and put it in his mouth, and his wrinkled face looked warily from side to side, making sure that the hungry pedestrians with red eyes pounced on him and robbed him of the little harvest he had so hard-won.

The ham was still too expensive, and he still had to share it with the others, but it didn't matter, it was good, he could have three slices per meal this week...... No, at least five slices of ham meat. ’

He thought, glancing suspiciously at the members of the major churches who were whizzing past on both sides, walking hurriedly.

I don't know what's going on over there...... There have been a lot of surprises in the East End these two weeks. But fortunately, it won't fall on his little head, and the gust of wind seems to have blown away even the haze......"

The figure of the elder Kohler disappeared at the end of the road.

Tomorrow will be fine.

……

A few minutes later, Jager and Medici walked out of the alley with a few scorch marks on their cheeks.

"You're going to have to pay extra compensation, because I've already advanced the information you asked for in advance!" Medici squeezed the words out between his teeth.

He clutched his arm, a fresh wound after the two men angrily clashed physically.

"Good, good." Yager nodded perfunctorily.

Some of the tentacle monsters that appeared unscathed apparently had the upper hand in physical altercations as well.

He casually looked left and right, ready to find a corner to teleport home.

When he first finished cutting the real thing, things could still be relied on Leonard's head, but now the clothes can't be seen......

The black-haired youth's shirt was stained with red flesh and white fragments of organs, all of which were mixed with the malicious aura of the true Creator.

Because Mr. A is not dead, some of them are still beating and trying to slap someone with their little tails.

“……”

Yager slapped his arm silently and swept away all the flesh with this evil thought.

Let's wait until we get dressed and go to church again.

"Lord...... Mr. Dressster? In the distance, Crane, who had healed Liv and the others, walked back quickly, and glanced unconsciously at the stranger next to him.

He doesn't look very old, and his demeanor, well, his demeanor is not very mature......

A friend of Mr. Bishop?

Through the relatively familiar gesture of the two, he guessed.

"I'm sorry, I used the bell a little more, and if there is an extra cost, it will be replenished." Crane handed the hymn bell in his hand.

"It's fine." Yager took it and stuffed it into his pocket, "It makes no difference if you use more or less." ”

"By the way, I'm going back."

"If you continue to stay here, be careful of some blonde extraordinary."

According to the spiritual vision, the other party is not nearby at all, and it is very troublesome to chase after him.

Tut.

Considering the identity of the other party's true god, he reminded him in a friendly way.

But Medici, who was next to him, raised an eyebrow slightly.

He scoffed, "You guessed wrong. That madman's power doesn't stop there. ”

"It doesn't feel like Him."

Of course, it's possible that He's behind it, and He's always liked to do that. But the immediate impact? Not at all. ”

Medici didn't care about the secret detective he had tempted, and said to himself.

Even Einhorn and Sauron did not come out to taunt him at this time in order to maintain a false normal appearance in front of strangers.

Hearing this explanation, Klein was stunned for a moment.

They were talking about the angels who were in the same league as George III, whom Mr. Bishop had mentioned at the Tarot meeting last time.

If this doesn't look like the angel did it......

His pupils shrank!

"Is it 0-08?!"

Yager looked over with doubt: "0-08? ”

"One of the seals that was once stolen from the Night Church was stolen by Ince Zangwill, who failed to be promoted. From what I've got, he's in Beckland right now! Klein explained, his right hand unconsciously clenched into a fist.

……

At the mausoleum on the outskirts of Beckland, an ordinary, dull-looking quill suddenly jumped out of the hand of Ince Zangwill, who had hurriedly ordered security outside.

Under his horrified gaze, it sped on the table and wrote:

"Oh! Something terrible happened! ”

"The conspiracy between the Aurora Society and the Witch Sect, and even the royal family has been completely shattered."

"The three major churches have sent a large number of teams to the East Side, and it won't be long before even the little cold brought by Lady Desperate will be cleared."

"But at this moment, Yager Dresser learned about Ince Zangwilli from Detective Moriarty, who he knew well!"

"Ahh It's unbelievable that two beings in the spirit realm happen to be at war at the same address, and the resulting storm ripples through reality, and it happens to involve the three of Yager! ”

"The storm is just outside the mausoleum."

"Yes! That's how it happened! ”

(End of chapter)