Chapter 18 Entering the next stage of destiny

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Melissa stood in front of the tomb, her eyes unfocused, as quiet as a delicate doll. Leonard looked sideways at this scene, feeling very sad and admiring the girl's strength. After learning the bad news,

, she never cried or made trouble, and was so silent that it made people feel distressed.

After the priest's eulogy and each prayer, the soil began to rustle and fill, and the black coffin was covered bit by bit.

After the grave pit was filled and the stone slab was covered, Leonard took one last look at Klein's tombstone. His epitaph contained three lines:

“The best brother;”

“The best brother;”

“The best colleagues.”

The body of another sacrificed Nighthawk, Dunn Smith, has been requiemed by the Beyonders sent by the Holy Church and buried two days in advance. The promotion potion prepared by the Holy Church for him was given to others. It is said that there are still some remains.

Some special occult connections can help them find the murderer. In a sad atmosphere, the people from the Blackthorn Security Company gradually left. Leonard was overwhelmed by the heavy sadness. He lowered his head and followed quietly.

The companions left without disturbing the grieving relatives.

At the corner of the street, Leonard, Frye and others separated, returned to their apartments, closed the curtains, locked the door, and sat on the chairs as if they were powerless.

"Old man." In the darkness, Leonard seemed to be talking to himself or asking, "Why is Klein facing Ince Zangwill alone? Why is he alone? Why didn't I wake up?

Come?"

"Normal people shouldn't wake up so quickly when faced with the sleeping blessings of gods. Your colleague has quite a secret." Pales replied.

"...You know what I'm asking." Leonard leaned back in his chair and covered his eyes with his hands, "You could have woken me up, right? I could have fought with him, at least I wouldn't have let him

Facing a Sequence Five alone, and then having his neck broken and dying miserably!"

Palles snorted coldly: "What's the use of waking you up? Do you expect me to defeat that Sequence Five, defeat that Sequence Five with a level 0 sealed object, or do you and he deliver the special properties to your door? His special properties have been destroyed.

Take it away, if you want to fight side by side, then it won’t be troublesome for me to change hosts?”

Hearing this, Leonard looked angry. He suddenly stood up and paced back and forth anxiously in the dark room.

He wanted to find some reason to retaliate to this parasite, but the further he walked, the more ugly his expression became. Finally, he sat back on the chair, covered his face with his hands, and bent down deeply.

"...Ince Zangwill." He read out the name almost through gritted teeth, wishing he could chew every word before spitting it out. "You must live until I become stronger, and then kill

Your day!”

"Hey, the culprit of this incident is no longer the janitor, but the guy who killed your captain and killed more than 3,000 people in Tingen."

Pales said jokingly: "There are benefits to living. You still have the opportunity to take revenge with your own hands, but it will probably be difficult for you to avenge your captain."

Leonard was silent for a few seconds. He wiped his face vigorously, took a few deep breaths, adjusted his state to be no different from usual, and then asked seriously: "Old man, do you know that person?"

?”

"I know, to be precise, it's not a human being, it's a "demon"."

Devil? Leonard tilted his head, feeling that the tone in which Pales said this word was unusual. Rather than an ordinary noun, it was more like a specific reference, or the name of a potion: "Who is that?"

"An angel, an angel on earth, I have never been in contact with him." Pales thought for a moment, "Other demons would do it to simply massacre the city, but to help the evil god "True Creator" descend, no one else but him could do it.

"

Leonard tightened his pants and asked nervously: "What is His name?"

"I won't tell you."

"...Then what does He look like?"

"You can't know either."

"Why?" Leonard raised his voice in astonishment, "If I don't know His name and appearance, how can I... inform the church about this? How can I give an explanation to the more than three thousand innocent lives of Tingen?"

"Silly boy, do you think you, the Church of the Night, are all freeloaders, and you don't know which demon it is? Take a step back, the goddess of the night even took a look at it herself at that time, so it's not your turn to worry about this matter."

Si chuckled, making Leonard feel embarrassed immediately, "I won't tell you his name to protect you, because he is very face-blind."

Leonard slowly typed a question mark: "What do you mean?"

"I don't know why, but he doesn't recognize people."

Pales clicked his tongue twice, and his tone was a little subtle when he mentioned this matter: "Unless you have been with him for a long time or have obvious personal characteristics, he will not be able to remember it. Even if you talk to him, he will not remember it now.

It’s time to forget your face. It’s a good thing that He doesn’t know you. But if you know Him, can you control yourself in front of Him? Can you not lose your composure?”

"When the time comes, it will be enough for you to attract His attention, and it will also implicate me." Pales sighed, "Anyway, I don't want to face Him in this state."

"..." Leonard scratched his hair, thinking to no avail, and could only sigh, "I understand, old man, thank you for talking to me."

"Why are you thanking me? I just don't want to change hosts frequently." Pales's voice gradually weakened. He spent a lot of accumulated strength in the game with the devil. Now he can no longer suppress his fatigue and urgently needs

Recovering from a deep sleep, "Becoming a red glove or anything else is your own business. Don't wake me up until there is danger..."

"Yeah." Leonard said firmly, "I understand."

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In the cold wind of the cemetery late at night, Mr. Fool, who had just been resurrected and was very confused and confused, Klein Moretti turned his head with difficulty. His neck bones seemed to have not been completely repaired, and he felt a pain similar to a stiff neck.

It really hurts... He couldn't help but frowned. When the whole city fell into silence, Ince Zangwill came to the Blackthorn Security Company for some reason. He originally wanted to pretend to be faint, but in reality

He couldn't help but watch the traitor curse and approach the captain's body. He only had time to do a few tricks before he was brutally killed by the other party. The last thing he saw was that he picked up the urn.

Klein carefully avoided the gravekeepers and left the cemetery. He recalled what he had just done and planned what he would do next: go to the "Land of Hope" and the "Capital of Ten Thousand Capitals" Backlund.

The hope of becoming stronger, the clues and the whereabouts of Ince Zangwill all point to that place, and Backlund must go there. Another thing is that when he tried to divine "Kill Dunn...

Smith's Murderer", he suddenly felt as cold as falling into an ice cave and a fear deeper than death. The warning from his spiritual intuition made him stop divination in panic. Only when he returned to the real world did he find that his back was soaked in cold sweat.

Huh... that murderer is more terrifying than I imagined, and even the gray fog can't stop it. I didn't feel this way when I divined "Eternal Blazing Sun". Is it because the murderer has ill intentions towards me? Or is it because of his personality?

——No, that's not right, that's the true God, and it can't be higher than the "Eternal Blazing Sun". It should be my own fear that amplified my spiritual intuition.

Before going out, he turned back for the last time, looking in the direction of Dunn's grave. Finally, he sighed lonely and left with firm steps.

After walking silently for a while, Klein began to feel tired. But as a "dead person", except for the clothes he was wearing, the citrine pendant and the Azik bronze whistle, he had no other items, including gold.

Pounds, including solers, including pennies, and he was penniless.

Should I blow the brass whistle now and ask Mr. Azik to help me?... Fortunately, I still have the 300 pounds that Miss Justice gave me before, which is enough to support my expenses for a long time... Today is

What day is the week? Take out the money tomorrow and buy a newspaper...Ah, I'm so sleepy...I can't go home...I have to do something that can't involve Melissa and Benson...It's not too cold tonight, so I can look for you.

Let's find a place to sleep...

While thinking about it, Klein found a corner to shelter from the wind, sat down, took off his coat, covered himself with it, and fell asleep with his back against the wall.

Not long after he slept, he was suddenly woken up by someone and saw a policeman with a short stick looking at him fiercely.

"You can't sleep here!" the policeman said fiercely. "The streets and parks are not a place for you lazy tramps who don't want to do anything to sleep! This is now a requirement of the Poor Law!"

Poor Law? Klein was stunned for a moment, but did not argue with the other party because of his sensitive identity. He took his coat and was about to leave when he heard the police officer say reluctantly: "Why are there still homeless people? What a bad luck!"

What’s more? Klein was slowed down by this word. He looked back at the police officer, hoping that the other party would say more. Probably because Klein’s clothes were quite neat and his behavior seemed to be educated, and the police officer did not immediately speak harshly.

Instead, she looked him up and down several times and said in an unfriendly but not disgusting tone: "What do you think?"

"A big fire broke out in Lower Street last week, burning down most of the block. Don't you know? Even the people and shacks were burned. When the police came out to suppress it, they also killed many criminals who wanted to take the opportunity to cause trouble! Without these

The homeless people who affect the appearance of the city, the security of the streets in Tingen has been much better this week, and everyone does not have to worry about being robbed when going out at night. Isn’t this a good thing?”

"What are you still doing standing here? Do you want to be arrested?"

The police officer shook the handcuffs hanging on his belt and looked grim.

Klein was speechless for a moment.

He stopped staying and turned around to leave. If he was a little angry after being woken up before, then after hearing this speech, Klein's anger was completely dispersed by unspeakable sadness. He

I know that I cannot demand people of this era based on the moral values ​​of modern society, but, but - how could this be done, how could the death of an innocent person be treated so lightly as something worthy of joy!

Aren't homeless people human beings? They just want to live. Homelessness is not necessarily their fault. How could it be, how could you...

How could you say it in such a tone?!

What chilled him even more was that there were countless people who thought so naturally and who were naturally happy about it.

He screamed silently in his heart, and his sleepiness disappeared without a trace. He walked on the street, stopping and going, sometimes confused and painful, sometimes determined and angry. In this way, he walked alone in the deserted street until dawn.

After dawn, he went into the bank and withdrew some of his property, buying clothes, luggage and tickets.

At the station, Klein hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't resist the urge to see his brother and sister again. He rushed out of the station and went straight to their home on Daffodil Street. Just as the brother and sister were going out, Klein, dressed in black, followed them.

After walking for a long time behind the solemn and solemn Benson and Melissa, there was an invisible high wall standing between them.

The sadness of not being able to change even if he vaguely knew his fate, the weakness of being able to only witness his captain dying in front of him, the helplessness of not being able to recognize his loved ones so close to him, the pain of having a peaceful family life collapse in just a few hours, and

He had to struggle to survive in the crisis, trying his best to kill a terrifyingly powerful enemy without overestimating his own capabilities... All kinds of emotions and barriers were finally condensed into a clown's face with oil paint and an exaggerated and funny smile.

.

He bowed and handed over the Seville chrysanthemum. Seeing these brightly colored flowers finally illuminated his sister's dark eyes for a moment.

TBC

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*Klein’s journey to Backlund begins here.

*If you feel that what Edward did is inconsistent with his identity, don’t be surprised. Because the real character of the Declined King is completely different from what it is now. All the preferences, interests, concepts, ways of dealing with people, and even speech that everyone has seen so far are

The style is almost entirely imitated by the real "Edward Vaughn". Except for his own inner thoughts when speaking in the first person, everything else is basically acting.
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