67 Red Sycamore Street, Connaut City, Desey County.

Crane took a step forward and rang the doorbell with the face that was more common in the kingdom of Zhang Luen.

In less than a minute, the door creaked open, and a maid in a long black and white dress looked at her for a few seconds, and asked suspiciously:

"Good evening, who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Lady Nilou, I'm a friend of her father, David Raymond. Crane replied calmly.

David Raymond is the "nightmare" he released from "creeping hunger", the "red glove" in "Night Watchman", and his last concern is his daughter Nilou Raymond, who is very guilty of not being able to accompany her to grow up, so that she lost her mother and almost lost her father, and Klein promised him that if he had the opportunity, he would come to this beautiful coastal city to help him see how his daughter was doing.

After inquiring in advance, Klein had a preliminary understanding of Nilou Raymond, a girl who had graduated from grammar school and worked for the "Care for Women and Children's Foundation" of the Church of the Night Goddess, earning 2 pounds and 10 soles a week, and was the envy of her neighbors.

She also inherited an inheritance from her "merchant" father, the exact amount of which is not well known, except that she was richer than most of the middle class.

Normally, this kind of girl with enough wealth will be very cautious about marriage, and will repeatedly select and examine, so that she often marries later, but after only a year of working, Nilou married a government employee.

Because both parties believe in the "Goddess of the Night", she does not have a husband's surname, she is still called Nilou Raymond, and she still lives at 67 Red Sycamore Street and has never moved out.

Hearing Crane's answer, the maid hurriedly asked him to wait, and turned to report to the living room.

It wasn't long before a lady in a home dress walked to the door, with black hair and blue eyes, slender cheeks, and decent features, similar to David Raymond.

"Good evening, sir, I'm Nilou, daughter of David Raymond, when did you meet my father?" asked Nilou Raymond politely but warily.

Klein took off his hat and smiled:

"I've known each other at sea for several years. ”

Nilou Raymond glanced at the other side with a little vigilance and said:

"Maybe you don't know, he's dead. ”

Klein sighed:

"I know that I met him during that disaster, and he had something to say at the time, and I didn't really care about it at first, but the more I thought about it in the past few years, the more I felt that I should let you know. ”

"Really?" Nilou whispered, thinking for a moment, "Please come in, do you mind if my husband listens along?"

"It's just about your decision. Klein replied calmly.

Nina nodded and led Klein all the way into the study, where her husband, a plain-looking government employee, put down the newspaper and followed.

After the two sides sat down separately, Klein looked at the couple on the sofa opposite and considered the next sentence:

"Mr. David Raymond once experienced a catastrophe and lost his father, mother, wife, brothers and sisters. ”

Nilou nodded expressionlessly:

"I know. ”

Klein thought for a moment and continued:

"He was ostensibly a businessman, but in fact he was hunting down the murderers who caused the disaster. ”

"I know. Nina said without much reaction.

Klein glanced at her and said:

"He threw himself into this matter, and I regret that he couldn't grow up with you well, so that you lost your mother and almost lost your father. ”

Nina was silent for a second, and then quickly responded:

"I know!"

Klein's gaze swept over the old books around him, and he sighed silently:

"He said that his greatest hope is to see you in the presence of the Goddess, with your own marriage and family, and no longer alone, and I think he should be very happy now. ”

Nilou's gaze slowly moved away from Crane's face, her mouth opened, and she paused for two seconds before answering:

“...... I know. ”

Klein leaned forward slightly, clasped his hands and said:

"He said he might die at sea, let me tell you, he died by accident, and all the previous murderers have been punished, and you don't need to hate anyone anymore.

He also said that he loves you very much and that he is sorry. ”

Nina was silent for a few seconds, blinked her eyes, looked sideways to the side, and sighed in an uncertain voice:

"I got it......"

Klein looked at her deeply, got up slowly, and said:

"I've got it done, it's time for me to leave. ”

The response was silence, and Nilou's husband bowed his head in gratitude.

Klein turned around and walked to the door of the study, and as soon as he twisted the handle, suddenly Nilou Raymond's voice became low and hoarse from behind him:

"What kind of person do you think he is?"

Klein was silent for a second, then turned his head, hooked the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile:

"A Guardian. ”

He didn't stop any longer, opened the door to the study, and walked to the coat rack.

As he put on his top hat and left No. 67 Hung Wutong Street, a thin, suppressed cry suddenly rang out and penetrated into his ears.

Shaking his head silently, Crane left the neighborhood and entered a church of the goddess of the night.

Passing through the deep, quiet aisle, he sat down in the penultimate row, facing the dark emblem of the half-red moon and the bright stars, took off his top hat, buried his head, and clasped his hands in front of his mouth, like most believers here.

In the silent silence and tranquility, time flew by, and Crane slowly opened his eyes and stood up with a very gentle movement.

In the place where he was sitting, there was a mass of things wrapped in paper.

Klein walked down the aisle, out of the prayer hall, and to the door of the church.

He turned his back to the inside, put on his top hat, raised his right hand, and snapped his fingers.

Syllable!

The paper in his previous place was suddenly ignited, attracting the priest's attention, and by the time the gentleman had rushed over, the flames had been extinguished, leaving behind a dark and dark gem-like gelatinous substance.

"It's ......" the pastor didn't know exactly what the gum was, but inspiration told him it was important!

When he and the other priests chased him outside the church, the gentleman in the tuxedo and the top hat was gone.

The next morning.

Crane, who has gained a new identity through the local black market, arrives at the steam train station.

With a second-class ticket worth 18 soles in one hand and his identification documents, and a black leather suitcase in the other, he stood tall on the platform as he waited for the arrival of the train to Beckland.

Now he looks like a middle-aged man of nearly forty years old, in his early 180s, with black hair mixed with a little silver thread, blue eyes like a lake at night, and his facial features are quite attractive, with mature taste and elegant temperament.

Looking down at the identification document in his hand, Klein's eyes reflected his current name:

"Daun Dantès. ”

After thinking about it, he lowered the suitcase to the ground, spread it out and opened it, and stuffed all the identification documents inside.

Inside the suitcase, there is a small black wooden locket containing the ashes of former Runn soldier Ronzel Edward.

As soon as Klein had finished arranging his boxes, a whining sounded in his ears, and a steam train smacked into the platform with a thin puff of smoke, stopping from fast to slow.

He raised his head, looked ahead, looked at him in silence, and then whispered into his suitcase:

"It's time to go back......"

He straightened up, picked up his belongings, and walked to the open door.

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

26 Kingst Street, Bakerland, Jowood District.

Benson took off his hat and coat, and handed them to the maid, and looked at his sister Melissa, who was concentrating on reading in the living room, and said:

"June is the entrance exam, and you can finally understand the pain of my previous serious study. ”

Melissa didn't look up, still reading the book and said:

"I'm studying hard every day. ”

"Be humorous, Melissa, be humorous, what's the difference between someone who doesn't understand humor and a curly-haired baboon?" said Benson with a laugh.

Melissa glanced at him casually and said:

"That's not what you said before. ”

Instead of dwelling on what the difference between a man and a curly-haired baboon was, she asked:

"Is it so late for government employees to finish their jobs?"

"No, it's just that there's been a lot of things lately, you know, oh, you don't know, in this big change, the handover of the front and back work, the straightening out of different relationships, it's very troublesome. Benson glanced at a mirror in the living room, couldn't help but raise his hand to comb his hair, and said with a not too pleasant expression, "Although I am only a small employee of the Ministry of Finance, this does not prevent me from having a lot of work, the only consolation for me is that I have finally passed the damn internship period, and I will have a weekly salary of 3 pounds!"

Melissa put down her book and said to Benson as she walked to the dining room:

"It's time for dinner. ”

She paused, and said very seriously:

"I used to read the newspaper and said that there was something called the sap of the Donningsman tree, which was very effective for hair growth. ”

Benson's expression suddenly became complicated.

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

Woo!

With the sound of the whistle, a long steam train clanged into Beckland.

Carrying his suitcase, Klein once again set foot on the land of "the capital of all things" and "the land of hope", and found that the fog was much thinner than before, no longer obvious yellowish, and the gas street lamps on the platform were not lit early to dispel the gloom and darkness.

Looking around, Klein exited the steam train station, changed to the subway and horse-drawn carriage, and went straight to a Storm Church cemetery outside the West End.

Then, for a small amount of money, he put the urn of Ronzel Edward in a cupboard.

At this time, it had been more than 165 years since the Rune soldier left Bakeland.

Taking a step back and staring deeply for a while, Klein shook the paper into iron and inscribed on the cabinet door:

"Ronzel Edward. ”

He closed his eyes and wrote again:

"Every journey has an end. ”

(End of Part 3)

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