"It only lasts just over a minute...... It's too short......" Crane's thought flashed, and he didn't think about anything else, and he took two steps to his desk.

He put down "Grossell's Travels", took "0-08", and wrote quickly on a blank piece of paper:

"George III intends to use this speech to fish out all the enemies who want to sabotage his ritual, but if everything goes well and nothing happens, then he will also take the opportunity to take the potion, open the hole cards, and impact the god rank, after all, there are too many unknowns in the future, and it will not be safe, and his current preparations are complete and proper.

"It's a very reasonable development. ”

Before Klein could seriously check the contents for errors, the slightly dim quill in his hand disappeared without a trace, as if it had never come and existed.

And the content of those few short sentences seemed to drain Klein's energy, making his head a little dizzy, and he had to take a few steps back and sit down in his chair.

"It doesn't make sense...... I didn't see how tired and tired Ince Zangwill was at the beginning...... Well, it should be because I forcibly summoned and didn't dare to let '0-08' weave the story on its own, so I had to rely on my own spiritual support when writing, and Ince Zangwill can get the cooperation of '0-08', and the consumption will not be so great......" Klein closed his eyes, meditated for a while, and finally eased up.

Under normal circumstances, he has no substantial contact with "0-08", and he has only met once, and it is impossible for him to summon this "0" level seal, but on the one hand, he has the "Snake of Destiny" to personally bless his luck, and on the other hand, he has "Grossell's Travels", which is an item left by the "Dragon of Fantasy" Angleweed, which hides the "City of Miracles" Levixid, and there is some deep connection with "0-08" - if it weren't for the interference of some high-level positions, the two items would have met a long time ago.

Klein didn't know if this correlation of fate and traits could increase the probability of a successful summoning, but he just thought that he would not lose anything by giving it a try, and it did work.

Because of this, he did not dare to use "Grossell's Travels" to carry the content of the "0-08" projection, and even did not dare to let them get close, for fear that something would happen that could not prevent the unbearable accident.

This is Beckland, and the population density is extremely high!

"Well, logically speaking, there should be no surprises, after all, '0-08' is an image in the pores of history, it is fake, and "Grossell's Travels" is the embodiment of 'Fantasy Dragon', which is also fake, fake with fake, how can it not be real, it lacks the material basis of extraordinary characteristics...... You can go back and experiment on the reef island where no one is around......" Crane rubbed the corners of his forehead, stood up, and returned to his desk, examining the text he had just written.

He didn't directly write that George III's promotion failed and fell on the spot, because he thought that on the interference sequence 1 angel, just the projection of "0-08" could not be so direct, and it must be tactful.

Moreover, there is also the Psychological Alchemy Society on the other side, as well as Amon and his brother, the influence that is too obvious will inevitably be detected and easily used, and Klein can only take a detour to reduce the unknown.

"Hope it works......" After staring for a moment, Crane folded the piece of paper and tucked it into his pocket.

He then sacrificed Grossell's Travels back above the Grey Mist.

With that in mind, Klein began to think about when to go out and buy ice cream for Will Onsetin.

"There are Zaratul in Beckland, and it is likely that there is also Amon, and if you go out too much, you may run into it on the spot, which is a bit dangerous...... Why don't you summon ice cream for Will from the hole in history?It's very real when you eat it, and it will disappear in a quarter of an hour, so you don't have to worry about getting fat at all, it's just wonderful......" Crane couldn't help but muttered a few words in his heart.

In the end, he decided to change his clothes and go out, because he had to keep his promises!

............

On Saturday morning, the sky was gray and foggy, making people feel depressed for no reason.

This is a common scene in the deep winter of Beckland, although there is not as much thick haze and pungent smell as last year, but the geographical environment and climate characteristics determine that similar situations must exist for a long time, and the control of air pollution is never a success in one or two years.

Melissa put on a knee-high black tweed coat over her long skirt and a hat with black muslin hanging down, and walked briskly to the door.

Benson took his top hat, shook his head when he saw this, and said:

"It's too mature and old-fashioned for a girl under twenty to be dressed up for less than twenty, you know? ”

Melissa glanced at her brother and replied simply:

"A quarter of a penny per pound of bread has gone up. ”

"This price ......," Benson sighed.

He then took out a silver pocket watch covered with arabesques, snapped it open, and looked at it:

"Let's go, it's still a long way to the town square. ”

Melissa said "um" and went out with her brother and came out into the street.

"Good morning, Mrs. Daniel. A few steps forward, Benson saw a neighbor go out and greeted him with a smile.

He is a good communicator and has long established a good relationship with his neighbors.

The lady, who was called Mrs. Daniel, dressed in a pure black dress, in her forties, with a thin black veil covered with a hat hanging from her face, only nodded when she heard this, and replied briefly:

"Good morning, both. ”

She didn't say hello, and walked away coldly.

Benson looked at her back, deliberately slowed down, and waited until he was far away before turning his head sideways and asking his sister:

"What happened to Mrs. Daniel?

"I've been so busy that I haven't visited my neighbors in a long time. ”

Melissa pursed her lips and said:

"Mrs. Daniel's eldest son, Larry, has been confirmed dead on the front line of the Amanda Mountains, yesterday's news. ”

"That tall, shy young man, but very attentive, very kind, very sincere, the last time he came back, he said that he had been promoted in the army and became a captain...... "Benson asked rhetorically, slightly surprised.

Melissa nodded:

"I can't imagine Larry dying like this......"

It's like she can't imagine that a classmate she knew at school would die tragically in front of her.

In just a few seconds, some people can no longer speak, communicate, or read.

Benson was silent for a moment, sighed and said:

"I'm busy all this time, and I'm actually dealing with the issue of bereavement benefits, maybe the part of the list I was assigned to didn't include Larry, so I don't know.

"There was a lot of information attached to that list, some were cheerful and enthusiastic, some were humorous, some were the only children of their parents, some were resolute and were leaders of the soldiers around them, some had just gotten married and had no children, some were preparing gifts for their little daughters, some were carrying a love letter to end the battle, and they went to the post office to deliver it...... They're all dead. ”

Melissa and Benson were silent at the same time, and no one spoke for a long time.

When she was about to reach the intersection, Melissa looked at the road ahead and said in a low voice:

"What do you think His Majesty will speak today?"

"Maybe it's mobilization, maybe it's conveying the belief that we will win. Benson replied casually.

Melissa glanced sideways at her brother:

"It's not like you, Benson, shouldn't you be taunting?"

"Ridicule should also be after listening to the speech, when figuring out the specific content, the most basic principle of being a man is not to comment on things that you don't know enough, otherwise, you will not even be as good as a curly-haired baboon. Benson smiled.

At this time, he saw another neighbor.

The other party had gray hair, covered half of his face with a scarf, wore a thick jacket, and carried a cloth bag in his hand, and hurriedly passed the brother and sister.

"Mr. Thomas is dressed strangely...... Is there anything else he needs to do by the way?" asked Benson with a slight puzzled look.

Melissa replied in a low voice:

"Mrs. Thomas is sick, and has spent a lot of family savings, and the price of food has risen a lot lately, and Mr. Thomas's income has not changed much, so he has to go to the almshouse every few days to line up and get some bread, and he is a decent gentleman, and may not want to be recognized.

"Also, the food at the relief point is always limited, and if you go too late, you may not be able to go there, and you have to go to the church, workhouse, etc. to apply for more, and today the relief will begin at the end of His Majesty's speech, and Mr. Thomas should want to go directly to it when the time comes. ”

Benson nodded slowly and asked with concern:

"What is Mrs. Thomas's sick with? I know a few good doctors. ”

"Illness caused by worry. Melissa said of what she had heard, "Mrs. Thomas is very worried about her young son who is serving in the army. ”

"You mean little Thomas?" Benson's brow furrowed slightly.

After receiving an affirmative answer from his sister, he fell silent, as if thinking about something.

After a while, as he approached the nearest municipal square, Benson looked ahead and whispered:

"Thomas Jr. has died......"

...... Melissa didn't respond, but her expression was a little dazed for a moment.

Again, they walked silently forward, as if relying on inertia.

In front of them, more and more people appeared, either dressed in formal clothes, holding walking sticks, dressed as gentlemen, or dressed in blue, green, yellow, and red skirts, or sweaters, jackets and trousers, or dresses in dark black and low tones.

They came out of their houses, from the street where they were, like splashes of water, merging together at the intersection to form a stream.

The creek gushes in front of it, and many streams merge into it, intertwining into a majestic torrent at the entrance of the square.

The torrent rushed slowly, flooding the square.

In the midst of such a crowd, Melissa felt as small as a drop of water.