Crane looked around blankly, and in the cold wind of the night, surrounded by old and new tombstones, his wooden head gradually began to work, and recognized this as Raphael's cemetery, which he often patrolled.

"Cemetery...... I died, and then I was resurrected? ”

He lifted his dirt-stained hands and looked closely in the crimson moonlight, only to realize that his severed left forearm had returned to him.

I stroked my left elbow with my right hand through my clothes, and there was still a slight pain in the disconnected position.

Could it be that after their bodies were collected, they sewed up the severed arms?

And what about the chest?

He reacted, patted the dirt off his chest, unbuttoned his shirt, ripped off his clothes, and looked at his left breast.

There, the fist-sized wound and the missing heart inside were wriggling and healing.

It's like waking up from Tingen and seeing in the mirror a gunshot wound on the temple healing fast. The only difference is that this time the healing is slower and more difficult.

"Sure enough, the original 'Klein' suicide was indeed successful, but after I crossed over, his body was also restored by such power."

"But this time the recovery will be more slow, maybe one more time, two times at most, and this power will not be able to 'resurrect' me again."

Standing like a sculpture in the cold wind of the night with his chest open, Crane sighed, buttoned up his shirt and tuxedo, and covered up the wounds that were about to heal.

Then he turned his head and looked at his tombstone, which had a black-and-white photograph of himself and three lines of epitaph.

"Klein Moretti, the best brother, the best brother, the best colleague...... Heh, that last sentence must have been written by Leonard. ”

Silently reading what others had to say about him, Klein smiled bitterly and set out to restore the coffin slab and the grave pit, and finally covered it with a stone slab, as if he was burying his other self.

"If this slate is heavier, maybe I won't be able to get out, I'll remind them next time......"

Surprised by his sense of humor at this time, Crane pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying, patted his hands covered in dirt, and inadvertently glanced at another tombstone next to him.

Angel Granger.

Memories that he had been reluctant to touch came flooding into his mind.

"So you're right next to me......"

Slowly approaching Angel's tombstone, he sat directly on the grass with some floating soil and dew next to him, stroking the black and white photo on the tombstone.

"I thought I should give up looking for a way home and continue to live in this world. There's new family, there's new friends and colleagues, and there's you here...... We are not in a high rank, we can stop continuing to be promoted, or even find an opportunity to change to civilian positions and retire early. ”

"Then, with your savings, go to the warm and pleasant Desey Bay and buy a big house with a garden and a view of the sea. We'll make new friends, but it doesn't matter if we don't, Benson and Melissa come to visit often, but it doesn't matter if they don't, most importantly, you're there......"

He choked up and wiped his eyes with the back of his mud-stained hand, causing tears to flow from his eyes and blur his vision.

"I don't know what I am now, why I was able to crawl out of the coffin again...... Maybe it's an opportunity, a chance for revenge......"

Muttering, he got up from the grass and felt for the pocket of his tuxedo, and pulled out the bronze whistle he had found when he had buried the grave, and the amethyst pendant that had been in the bag.

Placing the pendant with the gold chain in front of the tombstone, Crane took two steps back, and felt that something was wrong, so he stepped forward again and picked up the pendant.

If you put it here, I'm afraid it won't take more than 24 hours, and it will be taken away by others......

Wrapping the pendant heavily around his left wrist and lowering his cuffs, he said solemnly:

"I'll find him."

After saying this, Crane's body was full of strength again, and he stepped back as if he was afraid of disturbing Angel, until he passed a few tombstones, and then took four steps backwards and entered the gray mist space.

With the help of divination on the gray mist, he will find the real murderer who is hiding behind the scenes, controlling everything, and finally killing himself and Angel.

Originally, because of the lack of information, he could only divinate the red chimney house, but this time the person behind the scenes did it himself and appeared in front of him. With enough information and the help of the magical gray mist, you will definitely be able to divinate more content.

Sitting on the bronze table, where he belonged to the "Fool", Crane appeared on parchment and pen, and was about to write divination sentences, but his eyes involuntarily raised to look at the stars in the depths of the gray mist.

There are only three stars left that shimmer crimson and have established a occult connection with themselves.

His heart ached as if he had experienced that day's death again, and Klein gritted his teeth and wrote down the divination:

"The man who killed Angel."

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"Who killed Crane?"

"I'm sorry, that's not for me to answer."

The person in front of him had short blond-brown hair, and his dark green eyes were full of sincerity and apology, and it was the senior deacon who had a relationship with Angel and helped her hide her early promotion, "Sword of the Goddess" Crestai.

He took off his red gloves at this time, his calloused hands caressed the surface of the wooden table, the collar of his trench coat was also lowered, revealing his lips and chin, and between the words, there seemed to be a half-illusory and translucent face on the teeth that appeared between his mouths.

"What can you answer?"

Angel asked with a frown, several questions in a row were politely rejected, she was already a little impatient, but the other party was a high-level member of the church, and she was close to a demigod extraordinary, she didn't show these emotions.

"Answer: I can."

The other party smiled slightly and said.

"Let me change the question, where is this?"

Looking at the surrounding stone walls, Angel asked again.

She guessed it was an old building, such as a castle or a monastery, but the doors and windows of the modest room were closed, and she couldn't get any more information.

When Angel woke up again, he was already in this small room of only more than ten square meters, with a bed, a table and chairs, and an oil lamp, but nothing more, not even the cheapest hotel.

By the way, there is also this senior deacon who has been sitting in front of him, one of the "Red Glove" triumvirate, Crestai Cecima.

"I can answer you that you are now in the Church of Tranquility in Wintershire, or you might call it another name, the Templar."

Krestai replied in a flat tone, like a teacher reading from a book in class.

Templars?

Angel recalled in her heart what was described in the internal texts of the Church, the headquarters of the Church of the Night Goddess, the power center of the Church, the cultivation base of the "Red Glove", and the place where most of the dangerous seals were kept......

But how did he get here, how did he sit in the same room as this "sword of the goddess"?

And most importantly, aren't you dead?

Looking at his fair-skinned right arm, as if he had never been burned by the explosion of "thirsty blood", Angel had the illusion that he had died at the scene of the evil god in Tingen City, and had crossed over and possessed another person of the same kind.

Demon...... Megooss ......

Thinking of what happened that day, Angel inevitably thought of Crane who died in front of his eyes, Captain Dunn who could not be saved because the "damage transfer" was too slow, and the countless stumps and broken arms in the street park......

"When can I get out of here?"

Looking back at Crestel, who was sitting across from him, Angel asked a new question.

Since this guy doesn't want to say it, then let me investigate it myself and get revenge!

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have ...... this"

Again, the other party showed a friendly but repulsive smile.

"Who's going to answer that?"

Ignoring her status as a senior deacon, Angel interrupted Cresteina's already tired words.

"Let me answer you, Miss Angel."

Another voice appeared in her ear, with a calming atmosphere that soothed her restless heart.

The faint smile on Krestei's face vanished and turned serious, and he stood up solemnly, facing the corner of the room, and greeted with a hint of respect:

"Ms. Arianna."

Angel's pupils are constricted.

As a night watchman, the name is common knowledge in religion and the occult.

The head of the thirteen archbishops, the abbot of the Monastery of the Night, is very likely to succeed the Pope in the future...... Any one of these identities is thunderous within the Church of the Night.

And judging from Crestai's attitude towards her, the other party is likely to be a high-level extraordinary.

Looking in the direction from which the voice came, in Angel's dark vision, a dark-haired lady with extremely ordinary features, wearing a simple linen robe and a bark belt, appeared in the corner at some point.

Her dusty and scarred bare feet stepped across the stone floor as she walked slowly, and Crestai quickly stepped out of the way, giving up one of the two chairs in the room to the esteemed lady.

"Thank you, Crestai, for now please leave, the people I brought need your help."

Arianna sat down casually, turned her head sideways and said to Crestai, who was standing beside him without squinting, nodded lightly at her command, strode to the door, opened it and left the room, and gently closed the door like a trained butler.

Angel realized that Arianna hadn't opened the door when she entered the room.

She glanced at the window on the wall, which was still closed.

"Miss Angel, now let's talk about what interests you."

The voice sounded again with serenity and serenity, causing Angel to withdraw his gaze and look at Arianna, who was sitting across the table.

She suddenly noticed that there were a few more items on the table at some point, as if they were there in the first place, but she had never been able to find them.

A brass pocket watch engraved with the emblem of the "God of Steam and Machinery", a blood-stained dagger, a short black staff, a cracked citrine pendant, a pendant in the shape of a maple leaf......

Seeing this, she thought of the street park in the north of Tingen, and remembered Klein and the captain who died in front of her.

"Miss Angell."

Arianna called out softly to Angel, her voice unpleasant, but the power contained in it easily freed her from her grief.

"Thank you, Your Highness Arianna."

This salutation is a sign of respect for the angel who walks on the earth, and a thank you for her deeds.

"Just call me Lady Arianna like Crestai, or just call me by my name," the dark-haired lady in her simple robe smiled slightly, "You should have a lot of questions to ask, so let's get started as soon as possible." ”

(End of chapter)