Chapter 145: Self-Question (Monday Recommendation Ticket Monthly Pass)

Beckland, East End, cramped rental house.

Crane, dressed in a thicker jacket, stood behind his desk, looking out the glass window in front of him, carefully sensing the speed at which the "magician" potion was digesting.

"That's fast, more than I've digested in the previous three months combined...... However, there is no way to do this, I can't provide enough treatment until I get the 'Life Cane', and I have to care whether the heart of the frightened person can withstand it, so it is impossible to go to the hospital to create urban weirdness......

"In the same way, if it weren't for the outbreak of war, it would be quite difficult to find other demigods, and most of the people who can determine their whereabouts are on their home turf, if you want to sneak in and create a weird and terrifying feeling, it is indispensable to transform innocents into secret couples, even if there is no other choice, I will not consider ......" Crane took his attention away from himself and sighed silently.

He then repeated a word in his mind:

"War ......"

At this time, there was still the light of street lamps in the distance, and the eastern district was already dark, and only occasionally police patrols carrying horse lanterns could be seen passing by.

In normal times, these police officers would not have been so active at all, but now because of the outbreak of war, it is necessary to enforce the corresponding ban and ensure good law and order.

"War ......" Klein whispered the word again, and in a trance he had already seen part of the ending:

King George III of Rune finally broke through the shackles, and no longer worried about which of the seven gods would be strongly blocked, and he could officially promote the various rituals of the "Black Emperor", and the next thing is mainly to look at himself, or himself, as long as he can withstand the impact of the potion, as long as he can maintain the necessary sanity, then he will ascend to the divine throne and be promoted to sequence 0;

With the help of such a war that can affect the whole world, the key members of the Einhorn family have greatly digested the potion, and it will not be too difficult to prepare the corresponding rituals, and the overall strength will be raised to a new level;

In the rolling tide of this era, Amon's brother took magic potions, underwent a metamorphosis, and became a "dreamer", adding another true god to the world......

As his thoughts drifted, a question suddenly burst into Klein's heart:

"Do you accept such an ending?"

Do you accept such an ending...... Klein opened his mouth and slowly closed it, and everything he saw seemed to have penetrated the limitations of time and distance, returning to the past, to another place:

It was pervasive throughout Bakeland, pale yellow with a hint of iron-black, extremely intense, slightly pungent and choking, cold and moist haze;

It was a homeless man who was slowly approaching death under the blows of disease, hunger, pain, and cold, and was struggling to survive, he desperately squeezed himself for a piece of food, some reward, and did not dare to be lazy at all, and finally saw the dawn of life, and bought the ham that he had longed for a long time, but in that vague haze, he fell headlong and never got up again;

It was a hard-working widow, who forsaken all decency in order to survive, for the sake of her two children, and made herself spicy, with foul language, infected with daily moisture, with sore joints, and propped up a roof that could shelter from the wind and rain, but in that great haze, the roof collapsed, and one of the children she tried so hard to protect also died in her arms;

It was a young girl who longed to read, fantasized about a better future, loved her mother and sister, and she toiled in a room filled with moisture, always with a small hope, but after a great smog hit, she could no longer see the future she longed for;

It was a girl who studied hard under the care of her mother and sister, she had experienced too much suffering, step by step out of the predicament, hoping to make herself better, hoping that her mother and sister would no longer be so tired, and hoping that the small family of three would live an imaginary life, but all this was finally shattered, in such a terrible haze, this girl was left alone alone, no matter how much pain, no matter how much joy, she could not share it with her mother and sister, and the fantasy family life had not yet appeared, and there would never be again;

It was a creature that fell like a stubble, a pain engraved in the bone marrow that could never be erased from one family after another, one human being after another;

It was a student who clearly had a bright future, but only half of his body was left, and his intestines flowed all over the place;

It was a child who came home from school, but suddenly found that he had lost his parents and became an orphan;

It was an ordinary person who rolled in pain, crawled with difficulty, wanted to get closer to the future, but couldn't swallow his last breath;

It was the silence in the cemetery that made people feel distressed, and wept so much that they fainted several times;

It was a bloodstained earth;

It was a smoke in the air;

It was a cold and merciless shell.

And the person behind all this, the biggest murderer, will ascend to the throne step by step on the steps of the layers of corpses, accept the cheers, and get rid of aging.

Do you accept such a development?

Do you accept such an arrangement?

Do you accept such an ending?

"No, I don't accept it. Klein was silent for a moment, then spoke abruptly, his voice low.

The voice then echoed through the room, layered and staggered:

"No, I don't accept it!"

There were still echoes in his ears, and the corners of Klein's mouth were outlined a little, and he laughed at himself:

"The seven gods have all acquiesced, what's the point if you don't accept it?"

Klein became silent again, and after a long time he exhaled, and said to himself with a flat expression:

"Even if it doesn't make sense, some things still have to be done. ”

In this world, how can there be so many things that must be successful, valuable and useful?

The corners of Crane's mouth turned up, and he withdrew his gaze, turned around, and entered the room in the rental house.

Although he has already made a decision, he has no intention of doing it recklessly, with his current level and personality, no matter how much he tosses, it will be difficult to have any impact on the affairs of George III, except for giving away his own life, there will be no result.

Moreover, if this caused chaos in Rune during the critical period of the war, and led to the successful invasion of Fusak's army, it would have caused ten times as many innocent casualties as the Great Smog of Beckland.

"All you can do at the moment is to prepare, on the one hand, you have to improve yourself, on the other hand, you have to make more arrangements, and wait patiently for the opportunity......" Crane muttered to himself, finding a pasty black mass, dividing it in half, and applying it evenly on a mirror.

Here's how to contact Triss the witch.

However, until the black thing "evaporated" away, the mirror did not appear abnormal.

"No response...... Having been frightened by the angel Miss Messenger, Triss has decided not to have any contact with Gelman Sparrow......" Crane sighed and sat down beside the bed.

His thoughts quickly shifted to the reason why the Witch Sect helped King George III:

“...... The first is that the witches need disasters to digest the potion and hold rituals, and the second is that George III made a certain promise to them? promised that they could preach openly, no, this should not be allowed by the Seven Gods, the 'Black Emperor' is even if it is Sequence 0, plus the 'Original Witch' and the 'True Creator', they can't fight against the Seven Gods Alliance, of course, after this war, there is a question mark over whether the Seven Gods Alliance will still exist......

"In this way, the Seven Gods, who knew that George III was cooperating with the Witch Sect, should not have made him the 'Black Emperor'......

"Is there something else promised?' The 'witch' path has a true god, and there are very few worthwhile things left outside...... Isn't that the 'Red Priest' path...... George III, no, that brother of Amon not only mastered the secret mausoleum that the 'Black Emperor' needed from the 'Blood Emperor' Alista Tudor, but also obtained the 'Red Priest' path's angelic-level extraordinary characteristics or '0' level seals?

"In the case of sequence 0 and no sequence 1, this is probably the best hope for the upper echelons of the Witch Sect to go further, well, the 'Primordial Witch' should also be very interested......

"This may explain why the Witch Sect is helping ...... 'Red Angel' evil spirit to find the 'White Witch' Katarina, it's not as simple as he said...... No, He didn't say anything, he just used common sense and reaction to lead me to think like that......"

Crane's thinking gradually became clear, and he decided to use the "White Witch" Caterina as a breakthrough and make her the next target, but before that, he wanted to hear what the prophecy of the "mysterious queen" Bernadette was, and what she wanted to do in Beckland.

Only by knowing more can you find and seize opportunities!

Early the next morning, the "Hermit" Gardelia conveyed the words of the "mysterious queen" Bernadette:

"Today between 12 noon and 12:30 p.m., Restaurant Serenzo, Golden Theater. ”

That's the name of a box.

Crane arrived at 11:55 a.m., and he tricked the waiter with his illusion, and made his way to the outside of the target room unhindered, patiently waiting.

After a while, he took out his gold-shelled pocket watch, snapped it open, and looked at it.

Klein immediately put away his pocket watch, counted ten times silently, and then raised his hand and knocked on the door of the "Golden Theater".

At this time, his secret mate Chunas was sitting in a chair in the opposite side of the dining room, leisurely reading the newspaper, while Nyuni was with a group of students, handing out leaflets promoting the evil image of Fusak, and of course, the three of them would switch places from time to time, making it impossible to make accurate judgments.

"Please come in. Bernadette's voice could be heard in the box.

It's amazing, I didn't even notice anyone in there just now, and I didn't notice anyone in there...... Well, it's also because I didn't open the "Spirit Line" visual...... Crane muttered to himself, twisted the handle, and pushed the door open.

The first thing that caught his eye was a large expanse of gold, and then the chestnut-haired woman sitting at the top of the table.

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