The inside of the Black Thorn Security Company, which had been reduced to ruins, was littered with burn marks and broken things, but there was no sound, like a tomb.

After a few minutes, Leonard Mitchell's body moved, and his eyes slowly opened.

He saw Daly sitting at the door of Chanis, and watched her sit there as if she had lost her soul, her back to Chanismans and motionless. Chanis Gate was silently closed, and it seemed unusually quiet in the ruins.

Leonard looked around and didn't see where Klein was, and a hint of panic welled up in his heart.

"Ms. Daly, where are Cranes, Cranes? We won, right? Crane, go get some rest, right? There was a tremor in Leonard's voice. Daly leaned her back to Chanisgate and did not respond to Leonard's question. It was a moment before Dali looked up, and Leonard saw that her face was full of tears. Leonard suddenly trembled, and looked at Dali in front of him in disbelief.

"He saved Tingen." Daly's voice was a little hoarse: "He's behind the Chanis Gate, with the Divine Vessel of the True Creator. ”

No...... Leonard squeezed a word out of his throat, and he staggered to the Chanis Gate, gently pressing his hands against the cold Chanis Gate.

Klein didn't even have a body left.

He continued to search around him numbly for Crane's body, but in the end he could only accept the result that could not be changed. He lifted open a piece of rubble, only to see three charred fingers.

Leonard's legs went limp, and he knelt in place, his green eyes full of pain, and tear after tear streaked across his face, washing away the blood and dust.

He listened for two seconds, then suddenly fell half-down, roared angrily, clenched his fists, and slammed into the floor.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Leonard kept crying, pounding the floor, and there was more obvious hatred and self-loathing in his grief.

"The story of Tingen is over, but a good story does not."

0-0-8 Writing on the ground, Ince Zangwill drank the potion and was trying to control the spirituality that overflowed from his body. His body became younger, and even the injuries he had suffered before were recovering rapidly, and he soon appeared young and strong.

"The unsung hero saves Tingen and leaves the Church of the Night. His name will only be remembered by a few people, and will eventually be unknown to others. ”

Ince Zangwill fulfilled his long-cherished wish and became a demigod. But what Ince Zangwill didn't know was that everything in the world has a fixed number, and fate is reincarnated and endless. ”

"Everyone is bound to be crushed by the fate they have chosen."

"Are you sure you want to write that?" The high-dimensional overlooker held 0-0-8, which was completely tainted by his extraordinary characteristics, and said to the Circle of Fate who had been invited to the play by him. The Circle of Fate, which had just provided two riddles in the ears of the high-dimensional overlooker, nodded, and the high-dimensional down-looking person immediately added the last sentence:

"So, the story of Beckland is about to begin."

He looked at the circle of fate that was eager to try, and laughed "hehe".

Tricked into another thief ship.

……

Crane woke up from his sleep and subconsciously straightened up. He looked around him a little dazedly, and found that everything he saw was very unfamiliar.

"Where is this?" Klein muttered to himself, he saw that his right hand was wrapped in white veil, and the bones in the fracture of his arm had also been carefully treated, this technique was like a professional doctor, and the pain in his arm was greatly reduced.

"Are you awake, Your Excellency?" Mr. A looked at Klein with concern and whispered to him:

"Welcome to Beckland, Mr. Moretti."

What?

Crane was a little dumbfounded, he looked around, and what greeted him was a quiet and peaceful scenery - although it would be a bit strange to describe the aurora in this way, Crane really saw a peaceful and beautiful state of life from this Aurora Society's stationing point, as if he had traveled before. Klein noticed that most of the people who hurried past his room were workers and civilians, and that the number of extraordinary among them was very small.

It looks like a picture that is unlikely to come out in this day and age. Crane looked at the appearance and clothing of the workers in front of him, and could not help but notice something strange: in the hands of these obviously commoners, there were books that were shabby, but looked neat and clean.

Education is difficult to popularize in this era, and even civilians with good family conditions may not be able to provide excellent educational conditions for themselves or their children. And the workers here are learning what they need to pay to learn?

Mr. A, who obviously noticed Klein's expression, laughed softly and said to Klein in front of him, "This is a revelation from the Lord, thanks to the guidance of the Lord and His Excellency another relative. We are rooted among the common people and we sow the faith of the Lord among the common people. ”

“…… Is it high-dimensional? Crane was a little puzzled, but finally knew why there was such an atmosphere here, after all, Crane knew that Gao Wei and he came from another world, from a world that belonged only to them - these "classrooms" were made up exactly like when he was in school.

"That's right, it's Your Excellency Gao Wei." Mr. A nodded in conviction: "I was ordered by His Excellency to prepare to go to Dixi Bay and head in the direction of the Southern Continent. Unexpectedly, when passing through Tingen, I discovered the divinity of our lord, well, there is also a 'witch' holding an image of an evil god in the place where my lord's divinity kicked you. ”

…… Anyway, is it really good for the Aurora Society's divine envoy to say that the witch sect is an evil god?

"Witch?" Klein was a little puzzled, and subconsciously repeated with Mr. A. Mr. A nodded in conviction, and said to the Creator in front of him, "I found that this witch seems to know His Excellency Gao Wei, and she is holding the idol of the witch cultist, so I brought her back." ”

"What's her name?" Crane asked, somewhat curious.

"Triss." Mr. A said to His Excellency the Lady in front of him, "She is Triss Cheek, a member of the Witch Sect, but under the persuasion of us and others, she has lost her way and is willing to convert to our lord. ”

……

At 2 Daffodil Street, Melissa sat on a single sofa, studying the three tickets in her hand, studying the text on them, and studying the printed dates and seat numbers.

Benson sat at her side, smiling at his focused sister, his body very relaxed.

Suddenly, they heard the sound of the doorbell being drawn, jingle, jingle.

Melissa glanced at Bella, the maid who was busy in the kitchen, and with the three tickets in her hand, she got up with a little confusion and walked to the door with small steps.

Her black hair was much more moisturized than before, her face was no longer thin, she had a beautiful blood color, and her brown eyes were even brighter.

Twisting the handle and pulling the door open, Melissa was stunned for a moment, for she didn't know the visitor.

This is a young man with dark hair and blue eyes, and he is very good-looking, but his face is unusually pale, and there is a deep sadness in his eyes.

"May I ask who you are?" Melissa asked, confused.

Leonard put on a black suit over his white shirt, and replied hoarsely:

"I'm a colleague of your brother Klein."

Melissa chuckled inwardly, instinctively stepping behind Leonard, but finding nothing.

She asked in a trembling voice:

"Where's Crane?"

Leonard closed his eyes, took a breath and said:

"I'm sorry, but your brother Klein died at the hands of a vicious criminal in order to save some people, he is a hero, a real hero."

Melissa's eyes widened slightly, her body shook a few times imperceptibly, and the three tickets in her hand slipped to the ground weakly.

They are face up and have the name of the play "The Return of the Count".

"Where's his body?" Benson's hand trembled slightly, and he put his hand in front of him and asked Leonard in front of him. Leonard saw that there were some bloodshots in Benson's eyes, which were clinging to the center of his pupils, making Benson's eyes look a little red.

"I'm sorry......" Leonard closed his eyes in pain and self-reproach, "We couldn't keep Klein's body......"

Leonard knew that Crane and the True Creator's Divine Vessel had been locked up in the dark and cold Chanis Gate—that he could not even leave his own body intact under the contamination of the True Creator and the smell of death behind the door. Until the Diocese of Beckland sent a special handler, even if he wanted to enter the Chanis Gate to collect Crane's body, he would not be able to do so.

Before the arrival of a professional, to rush into the potentially polluted Chanis Gate is to be killed.

Melissa's body went limp, and she sat on her knees, her eyes blank. She looked at Leonard, who was in front of her, a look of pain, and the darkness slowly covered her eyes.

……

The story of Tingen is over.

No one was harmed, except for a young night watchman and his companions, and a brother and sister with red eyes. Gao Wei walked towards the Aurora Society's manor, his expression serious and his steps brisk. Before he was about to get to Klein's room, he deliberately slowed his pace and slowly knocked lightly on the door with his fingers.

"Crane?"

Gao Wei said to Crane in a deep voice. Crane turned his head to look at Gao Wei, who was leaning against the door frame. Gao Wei walked a few steps quickly and walked to Klein's window: "Old Zhou, it's nice to see that you are still alive." ”

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Klein's mouth, he looked at Gao Wei in front of him, and said softly, "It's nice to meet you, Lao Gao." ”

Gao Wei sat in front of Klein's bed and listened quietly to Klein's account of what was happening in the city of Tingen. Gao Wei listened and nodded silently: "A lot of things have happened on your side......

"Anyway, the Night Church can't stay here." Klein took a deep breath and said slowly to Gao Wei in front of him, "Now I may look like a mutiny in the eyes of the Night Church. Alas...... Perhaps in the eyes of the extraordinary people of the Orthodox Church, reciting the name of the true Creator is equivalent to being 'polluted'. ”

"That's the prejudice of the night heathen!" Mr. A said with some indignation, but Mr. A obediently closed his mouth after Gao Wei glanced at him. Gao Wei looked at Crane, slowly facing him, and comforted Crane: "That's it, Crane. Since you can't go back to the Night Church now, do you want to stay here for now? Well, you'll have to think of a pseudonym that will at least give you enough to survive in Beckland. ”

"Beckland......" Klein unconsciously tapped on the edge of his bed: "Boss Gao, what kind of career can I do?" ”

"Considering your extraordinary career, you might be able to become a detective." Gavi Abraham said slowly to Klein: "Our side will also provide education and humanitarian aid to the civilian class, and as a reason, you can also come back here and exchange information with us." ”

"Isn't that a bit ......," Klein hesitated.

"When you become a detective, we can provide you with a salary and a place to live."

"Thank you, Boss." Klein's mood was much better.

Gao Wei coughed and said solemnly to Crane in front of him, "Crane, can you see who attacked you before?" I doubt that I can hold ...... Ahem, I suspect that someone who can use the Level 0 Seal will not limit his gaze to Tingen, and I suspect that his next move will be in Beckland. ”

"We need to know the information about the murderer in order to make a prediction. Clouds are often still cloudy above them. Klein, we may have been surrounded by a huge conspiracy. ”

"I see it." Klein's eyes were cold, and he gritted his teeth at Gao Wei and said:

"He's Ince Zangwill."