Hazel's gaze froze instantly, only to feel that something in her mind was expanding dramatically, about to tear through the invisible barrier and erupt out.

Instinctively, she looked away and curled up slightly.

Then, she felt a light rise from the depths of her heart, exploding into countless memory fragments in her mind, whistling back and forth.

She suddenly remembered what happened at home that day, remembered the movements of her father, mother, maids, and maids or putting on glasses or pinching their eye sockets, and the indescribable horror was so vivid that it seemed to be engraved into the bone marrow.

The expression on Hazel's face collapsed, and the whole person shrank into a ball, trembling, and the maid in the carriage was stunned for a while, and quickly got up, stretched out her hands, and tried to help her young lady up.

"No!" Hazel shuddered and shouted in an almost sharp voice.

The maid was startled and frightened, and froze in place for a moment, not knowing how to react.

After the shout, Hazel relented considerably, sat up, and looked ahead in extreme fear, only to see that the postman with a monocle had entered another street, and only his back was left.

"I, I was a little sick just now, and now I'm much better. Hazel turned her head and said reluctantly to the maid.

She found that she was not as frightened as she remembered, and it seemed that after a period of adaptation, she was able to accept the situation.

Otherwise, I might have lost control just now...... Why do I use the word "out of control"...... Fortunately, I had forgotten this memory before, and I didn't do much of anything remarkable when I saw the postman, and it took about ten seconds for him to collapse, otherwise I might have noticed that something terrible would have happened...... Hazel's thoughts flashed uncontrollably, and a slight shudder remained in her body.

"Miss, do you need to go to the clinic?" asked the maid hurriedly.

Hazel instinctively shook his head, his mind was in confusion, and said casually:

"I went to the Rune Charity Scholarship Fund first, and I remember there was a private clinic nearby. ”

"Okay. The maid turned and told the coachman to speed up.

Hazel took deep breaths continuously, trying to gauge her tension, panic, and fear.

I have to say that this has a certain effect, and she seems to have calmed down a little bit without collapsing directly.

At this moment, above the carriage, there was an extra sparrow at some point, and it squeezed its right eye and spat out human language in a near-non-existent voice:

"She seems to have some unnecessary misunderstanding about me.

"Looks like 'I' crossed paths with her before, ah, she's a resident of Berklund Street, it's funny......"

It didn't take long for the carriage to arrive at Pesfield Street, and seeing that the "Rune Charity Scholarship" was not far away, Hazel suddenly spoke:

"Go to church.

"Go to St. Samuel's Church first!

"I want to say a prayer. ”

She was going to tell the bishops what happened that day and what she saw today!

In the gap in the carriage, a black ant moved its right tentacle and whispered in a human voice:

"Human beings are really uncreative nowadays, they like to go to church when they encounter things, I thought I would find something with her, next time, next time, I will steal the church in front of them. ”

As he spoke, the ant's other tentacle moved.

Häzelden forgot what she had just said, forgot what she had remembered, forgot that she had met a postman wearing monocles, and she got out of the carriage at the door of the "Rune Charity Scholarship" and walked in with the maid.

Apparently, her maid and her coachman did not remember the last command.

At the Rune Charity Scholarship Fund, Audrey greeted Hazel and took her new friend to help the wounded soldiers on the front line.

Because Angels such as Gelman Sparoti of the "World" had infiltrated Baekland with the leader of the Tantric Order, Zarathu, Audrey cautiously gave up the third stage of treatment for Hazel, hoping that the other party would not recall the previous experience for the time being, so as not to have an accident.

Her current plan is to help others gradually become cheerful and strengthen her ability to resist psychological shadows by participating in charity activities.

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

In the pirate's free city, Furth is drinking a high-strength fruit wine from the local specialty, recording what he has seen and encountered today.

Suddenly, she was inspired and instinctively looked to the side.

Immediately, she saw a figure emerge in the void, quickly outlined into shape, it was Gelman Sparrow, wearing a top hat and a black trench coat, with a grim face.

After brushing the floor, Furth stood up with a wine glass and a pen, and subconsciously spoke:

"Good afternoon, uh, Mr. Sparrow. ”

As she spoke, she hurriedly put the items in her hand on the table.

Crane pressed his top hat, looked around, and said:

"Want to leave?"

Firth's eyes moved left and right and said:

"Okay. ”

In the past few days, she has taken a preliminary note of what makes the city different from other places.

Crane didn't speak, but pointed to the items on the desk with his chin, and motioned to Miss "Magician" to hurry up and clean up.

Without the slightest hesitation, Furth hurriedly put the manuscript in order, as if he had heard the command.

Klein stood there, watching the other party busy, and suddenly spoke:

"How's that horror story written?"

Furth's body trembled imperceptibly for a moment before replying:

"It's coming, it's coming. ”

Klein nodded slightly:

"How long will it take?"

"A week, no, five days, five days at most. Furth replied quickly.

Crane didn't say anything more, and waited until Furth had packed up the manuscript, pens, half a bottle of wine, and other mementos, and took two steps forward and grabbed the other man's shoulders.

Countless indescribable figures passed by, and Furth was a little more relaxed than the last time, even trying to "record" the "trip".

Not long after, she returned to Beckland, to the alley where she had disappeared, and heard Gelman Sparrow of the World:

"Rest for a few days before heading out.

"Pay attention to the reply, and ask your teacher again if there is any information related to the 'Blood Emperor' Tuduo, mainly from various relics. ”

"Okay. Furth quickly agreed and thanked him.

After being separated from Gelman Sparrow, she returned to a street in the East End and entered the room she shared with Hugh.

Hugh put down the newspaper, looked at his friend, and said:

"Does it work?"

"It works well, I'm going to a free city that belongs to pirates this time......" Furth said before he finished speaking, his face changed slightly, "Give me my coffee beans and cigarettes." ”

"Why? isn't there?" asked Hugh, puzzled.

Furth went straight to the inner room, sat down at his desk, spread out the manuscript, took up the pen, and said without looking back:

"For the new book!

"Remember to make me coffee!"

Hugh followed to the bedroom door, and opened his mouth when he heard the words, but said nothing.

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

Another part of the East End, in a rental house with a similar layout.

Since Zarathu has arrived in Baekland, Amon does not know when he will be "caught", the true purpose of the evil spirit of the "Red Angel" is unknown, and he intends to prevent George III from becoming the "Black Emperor".

At this moment, having dealt with the matter of the "magician", he spread out the letter and wrote:

"Dear Mr. Azik,

"I've learned a lot about ancient history during this time, and I'm sure you'd be very interested, otherwise you wouldn't have chosen to become a history teacher after losing your memory.

"These histories are too secret to be told in a letter, and I will share them with you in person when you wake up......

"Also, I can now make a spell called 'Yesterday Reappears', and once you use it, you can find your past self through the pores of history and borrow power from Him.

"It's not really worth caring about for you, but the most important thing is that it allows you to get your memories back from your past self without having to wake up a little bit of time for decades, and I think you'll like it......

"I've enclosed two of them, so if you wake up, you can try the effect......

"I'm currently in an undercurrent environment, if you come here, please be careful, please observe the situation beforehand......

“...... When it comes to George III's promotion to 'Black Emperor', I'll try to do something, but the chances of success are slim......

"Finally, I wish you well, and I wish you to wake up soon, your eternal student, Klein Moretti. ”

Fold the letter and stuff it into the envelope, along with two "Yesterday Reappears" charms.

Then he took out the Azk brass whistle and blew it.

The massive bone messenger emerged from the floor and took the letter in a position lower than Klein's.

Crane bowed his head slightly, and watched as the messenger disintegrated into bones and vanished.

After doing all this, he took out from his wallet with two fingers the paper crane folded by Will Unsetin, and wrote on it with a pencil:

"There's something I'd like to ask. ”

He immediately put the crane under his pillow, lay down on it, and with the help of "meditation", fell into a deep sleep.

In the depths of the dark spire, Klein once again saw Will Unsetin, wrapped in silver silk, sitting in a black stroller.

Without waiting for the other party to speak, he asked bluntly:

"Do you know from whom you can get the means to accommodate 'uniqueness', and what is the approximate price?"

If the cost is unbearable, forget it...... Klein silently added in his heart.

Will Ansettein, who sucked his thumb, was stunned for a moment and said:

"You want me to accommodate the 'Dice of Probability'?"

Klein nodded solemnly:

"Whether you succeed or not, you have to work hard. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Will Ansetin's tears flowed.

The chubby baby threw himself beside him with his hand, cried very sadly, and sobbed and said:

"It's useless...... Too late...... I've restarted, and I'm going to have to grow for at least twenty-two years before I can accommodate 'uniqueness'...... Why didn't you say that earlier......

"I'm so unlucky...... It must have been Ulorius's stupid snake that took too much of my luck......"

PS: Change first, then change