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The goddess of the night really has a big opinion on me.

Edward thought expressionlessly, it's almost as big as the Eternal Blazing Sun. Is it necessary? Just because I killed one of His Sequence 7 favored ones? And I am the favored one of the outer gods?

Well, it’s even more because Klein seems to be one of the candidates for the heir to the Origin Castle and the Lord of Mysteries. It’s really a pity to be killed by me. Ha, it seems that the goddess of the night has finally found the candidate she needs and wants to cultivate a station.

The mysterious candidate on my side.

It’s really troublesome that I can’t live in Backlund anymore. It’s a shame that I have done so many identity certificates and have been safe and sound for so many years.

The secret town seems to be near the Sea of ​​Gods of War. I would like to go out and move directly to the sea or the southern continent to live for a while.

However, I did underestimate the enemy by not leaving Backlund as soon as possible. If I had left early, I would not have fallen into this passive situation. Of course, being in a passive situation is also a good thing. The goddess of the night can hit me or kill me. Obviously

If he comes, I will have a chance to escape. If he doesn't do anything, I should be more vigilant. But I'd better not go to the southern continent. I just had a fight with Fabuti. If he discovers that I am missing a sequence

1. Nine times out of ten, the Mother Tree of Desire knocks on the door in the middle of the night.

First, I have to get out before the end of the year, and then, I'd better live on the sea for the time being...

Edward tapped his hand on the table without making any sound, so as not to attract the attention of the Marionettes outside.

Some time passed, and the waiting time had exceeded twelve hours. It should be daytime outside no matter what, but the red moon was still not dim at all.

The goddess of the night clearly refused to let her go out.

But Edward didn't intend to continue spending time in the dark night here. He couldn't even be sure whether the flow rate in the hidden town was the same as that in the outside world. After all, even the spiritual world couldn't be communicated here, and the power of the Kingdom of God was also greatly reduced.

When the biological clock told him that it was almost noon outside, Edward opened the door and walked out.

As soon as he went out, he ran into a male marionette with a Northern Continent appearance. He had soft features and ancient clothes. He seemed to be a native of the Kingdom of Darkness.

Edward casually glanced around. At the same time, all the marionettes turned their heads around, their bodies did not move, and their faces remained in the same state as before, either smiling or angry, with various expressions on their faces.

He didn't react much, pretending that he didn't see it, and then smiled and said hello to the marionette, a native of the Kingdom of Darkness, one meter in front of him:

"si-a-li"

He spoke steadily and slowly, his breath was hoarse and low, and he had learned the essence of the pronunciation of "imitating the roar of a demon wolf" in the dialect of the Kingdom of Darkness.

The local male marionette paused for half a second, and the dull smile on his face softened and became natural and soft: "si-a-li"

So it is really important to learn a foreign language well.

One-third of the marionettes turned their heads, and some people on the street started walking again. But the remaining two-thirds still stood in place, maintaining their motionless expressions and movements, watching Edward quietly like a sculpture.

The "Puppet Master" will set the identity and character of each marionette, and let them play this character. I am willing to accompany them in acting, so the control instinct of their controller - the paralyzed half of the "Fool" can also

He entered the role-playing mode. It seemed that there would still be foreign visitors in the Kingdom of Darkness in the past... Edward's smile did not change, and he continued to speak in the dialect of the Kingdom of Darkness that he had just deciphered in a friendly manner:

“Thank you, Mother Heaven, for your sleep yesterday, praise Him, praise you today’s night.”

——This seems to be one of the daily greetings in the Kingdom of Darkness. And another special greeting is "May he get his wish on the top of the mountain."

The local marionette's smile became even wider, and his movements became smoother and more natural: "Nice to meet you, from far away."

I have never heard this phrase before, and it probably means "guests from afar" or "people from afar".

Is my identity as a "visitor" triggering a new conversation? Ah, it really feels like a role-playing game...

In such a dangerous role-playing game, only the brave and skilled gods can take it easy and even find a little fun in it.

"Yes, thank you."

"I - want to go to the church and pray."

While Edward was trying his best to spell out a sentence fluently using the words he had just learned, he secretly observed the movements of the marionettes around him. He saw that most of the marionettes had already entered the acting state, but there were still a few like rocks in the tide.

Motionless.

There are people around them who are "talking" to them. The other person is talking to himself, saying hello or saying goodbye on his own, and seems not to be affected at all.

Did it turn out that Antigonus had been rehearsing a play?

The deepest memory in the heart of this demon wolf is actually the daily life that happened on a certain day in the Kingdom of Darkness. It is truly an anomaly among mythical creatures.

This idea flashed through Edward's mind. He saw the local marionette in front of him turning his body enthusiastically, pointing to a church with a visible outline in the distance, and said proudly:

"That's the church of Mother Heaven."

"You go there to pray - be pious - and bless, and the Lord of the Night will give you beautiful dreams and peace."

"As a young man, why don't you visit the world on the top of the mountain?"

The top of the mountain is the world of the dead. The local marionette even made a joke. It seems that his character should be warm and hospitable.

Edward responded kindly: "Okay, I will be sincere, thank you."

After saying that, he said goodbye to the marionette, then looked ahead and strode straight to the church a few hundred meters away.

And the moment he turned around and exposed his back, the expression of the local Marionette, who had smiled and nodded to him just now, suddenly froze, becoming dull and perceptive again, and his raised hand hung stiffly in the air.

If you draw a horizontal line from Edward's position at this time, where he walked, there were middle-aged women hanging clothes to dry, children running around holding balls, young women talking and laughing on the street, holding

Tools of Life The young people walking on the road all stopped in unison, turned their heads stiffly, looked straight at Edward's back, and silently approached him.

What Edward saw before his eyes was still the vibrant drama of people's lives in the Kingdom of Night.

It's really troublesome...

Edward just pretended that he knew nothing. When he was only about a hundred meters away from the church, he approached the nearest passerby in front of him and said hello to her: "Hello."

The hundreds of marionettes following him all stopped.

This passerby was a young girl, holding a basket of half-cut clothes. The girl's clothes were also in the style of the Kingdom of Darkness, but the clothes in her hands were probably never finished.

The girl covered her face with her hands, tilted her head shyly and said, "Hello, sir."

"Is it okay if I take a look at the thing in your hand?"

"Okay, okay." The girl stopped talking, took a step back, and handed over the basket in her hand, "Please take a look."

Edward took the basket, picked up the cut fabrics, and looked at the needle and thread one by one. His expression was very serious. From time to time, he searched the dialect database of the Kingdom of Darkness that he had just built to find a few words to praise the other person's ingenuity, and secretly communicated with the girl.

The puppet put on a show to confuse the marionette behind it. Then, he picked up the scissors, looked at it, and suddenly pierced his palm with it.

The girl was stunned. Edward leaned down and gently touched its face with his blood-stained palm: "Thank you, beautiful girl."

"Now, please help me."

The girl marionette showed a shy and beautiful smile.

Its smile split open to the back of its head, and its mouth opened wide. Its body quickly mutated into a bloated and twisted mass of flesh, and it roared with joy. The pollution spread in reverse along the line of its spirit body, and then the spirit body

The thread was instantly broken. This polluted puppet was abandoned by half a fool and became a demon puppet. It used several new arms and a proliferated tumor-like bloated abdomen to squirm at the marionette crowd behind.

Edward took off his tattered and bloodstained coat and threw it into the marionette. The demon blood on it instantly contaminated all the dozens of marionettes that touched it. A strange melee broke out in the quiet Kingdom of Night.

, and it is getting worse.

Just when the melee was at its most intense, a dark cloud seemed to appear out of thin air and covered the moon, and the street was instantly deserted. Only a tattered coat fell on the ground.

Edward whistled happily, wrapped himself in the prototype of the Kingdom of God, and then quickly walked into the church.

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After chatting with Mike and Allen for a long time, Klein finally found the opportunity to leave. To be honest, his understanding of Talim was limited and he could only listen to the conversation. However, Allen and Mike mentioned something that cheered him up.

, that is, Edward Vaughan did not attend the funeral, and seemed to have moved away.

"King Street in Jowood District has been fenced off. It is said that there are problems with the sewer pipes and gas pipes and they are being repaired."

Allen said: "I passed by there on the way here in the morning and wanted to call Mr. Vaughn to go with me. When I took it, I found that No. 5 had been blocked. I don't know where he went."

Edward left? It’s unbelievable. Why would He, as an angel, suddenly leave Backlund? Could it be that my anonymous report is really useful? The church’s background is really unfathomable. In short, I may be safe now... Kleinshu

Take a breath.

As Klein's thoughts flickered, reporter Mike and surgeon Allen, who were in a heavy mood, took their leave one after another, and he left the cemetery unhurriedly.

Just as he was looking around for a taxi, a familiar carriage drove out from a hidden place and stopped in front of him.

Although the coat of arms on the black carriage was skillfully concealed, Klein could still recognize it at a glance as Prince Edsac's carriage. Without a sound, the door opened and the old butler with meticulously combed hair got out.

, make a polite gesture of invitation:

"His Royal Highness is waiting for you."

"Okay." Klein entered the spacious and warm car without any guilt.

Prince Edsac wore a dark blue coat with a large collar, and his chest was made up of golden ribbons, which made him look extremely noble.

He stroked the diamond lapel pin, his narrow eyes filled with a sigh:

"Even when attending a friend's funeral, I was restricted. I could not attend directly. I could only watch from a distance. I could only send someone to lay flowers for me. This is the lack of freedom of the royal family."

"If Talim's grandfather had not lost his title, you shouldn't have anything to avoid." Klein followed Prince Edsac's gesture and sat across from him.

Edsac picked up the blood-red Olmir wine and said: "Hey, I originally planned to find an opportunity to help Talim's father restore a certain title, but unfortunately..."

He did not delve into the topic and instead asked:

"Sherlock, did you receive that package?"
To be continued...