Chapter 66 Maria’s Thoughts

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"Please come back."

What a familiar rejection... Klein wiped his nose. It was no surprise that he got such a response last time. However, he also discovered that Maria was actually a very considerate person. If she could explain it well, she

You should agree that if such a serious kidnapping incident occurred in the East District, it would definitely be beneficial for it to be exposed as soon as possible.

Klein was thinking about it, but Mike, the enthusiastic reporter, couldn't help himself and asked: "Why?"

"Ma'am, don't you care about the kidnapped people?"

"Of course I care." Maria said calmly, "Because I care, I don't want reporters like you who know nothing to investigate and publish these things casually. You can't imagine that they would do it in order to clear the air

What kind of cruel and inhumane thing could he do in his relationship?"

Klein felt that he had found a breakthrough: "Madam, if you are willing to tell us these things clearly, I believe that as long as we understand the stakes involved, we will not release news at will."

"No comment."

Maria was very tight-lipped and did not want to reveal any of the inside information. She drank all the coffee, packed the sandwich in the brown wrapping paper she took from herself, then opened the door and went out without looking back, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

"This lady is too unreasonable." Watching her leave, Mike couldn't help complaining to Klein, "Why didn't you choose to ask for help when you were in trouble, but suppressed the news? What on earth was she worried about?"

Klein didn't have much dislike for her. Instead, he felt very fond of her because she had been helped after her identity was discovered before.

Facing Mike's question, he smiled and said without caring too much: "Maybe this Miss Maria has her own solution. After all, she is the real party and related party, and this is the East District, and the situation is intricate.

It is indeed not something that we two outsiders can easily intervene in."

"I still don't understand it."

Mike shook his head, but did not delve deeper into this topic. The middle-aged and elderly man opposite him silently ate the last bite of black bread and said to them with a serious expression: "Two kind-hearted reporters, I believe you."

I say this for the sake of the people in the East District, but outside, those words about Miss Maria are absolutely not allowed to be said."

"Because Miss Maria is our patron saint. She is kind, enthusiastic and brave. People in the East District have received her assistance to a greater or lesser extent. We believe she can bring the girls back."

"Do you trust a...gang leader that much?" Mike organized his words, a little unbelievable, "Why don't you ask the church for help? And I have never heard of Maria before coming to the East District."

"The almshouses opened by major churches are a blessing from God, but Miss Mary is the bottom line that we can always believe in."

The middle-aged and elderly man laughed a few times, with a very gentle smile on his old face: "When I first met Miss Maria, she was not much older than my little Taylor. At that time, I was still a good person.

A worker, a wife and a son... I also watched her grow up. Miss Maria said she would help us back then, and now she still does what she says."

Mike scratched his pen on the notebook a few times without writing down these words. He found it very incredible that a person could surpass God's blessing and become the support in the hearts of the people of the East District.

Klein accepted this well. He noticed an old woman in her sixties standing on the street. Her clothes were tattered but relatively neat. She strolled slowly along the roadside and took a deep look at the door of the cafe from time to time.

Direction. Seeing that the middle-aged and elderly man stopped talking, he spoke at the right time and brought the topic back to the interview: "I think we can find some more people to interview. Do you know that old woman wandering on the roadside?

?”

"This is also a poor man."

The former homeless man who carefully wrapped the remaining black bread and put it in his arms also noticed the old lady and sighed a few words: "She was said to have lived a good life before. Her husband was a grain merchant and she had a very energetic child."

, it’s a pity that she later went bankrupt, and her husband and children died not long after. She was different from us, really, it can be seen at a glance... Hey, she probably won’t be able to last long, unless she can go to the workhouse every time

.”

As he listened, Mike's expression changed from calm to gloomy. He slowly exhaled and said: "I want to do an interview with her, can you invite her for me? She can eat and drink whatever she wants here.

What."

The middle-aged and elderly man didn't feel strange about this request. He just looked at Klein and Mike respectively, as if to say, you are indeed colleagues.

Mike looked at the middle-aged and elderly man next to him and said, "You seem to be very familiar with this place? I would like to ask you to be our guide. How about 3 sulers a day? Sorry, I forgot to ask your name."

The middle-aged and elderly man shook his head quickly and said: "No, no, no, this is too much. I am at the dock. Many times, I only earn 1 sole a day."

"You can just call me Lao Kohler."

"Two soles, you deserve this." Mike made the final decision.

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"Great Angel of the Abyss... His Highness Edward Vaughan, I am too incompetent and may not be able to sacrifice Kapin's soul to you within the time you requested. I have asked the Aurora Society for help. If the Aurora Society refuses, then I

I will try to sneak into Kapin's mansion alone tonight..."

This girl with a scar on her face is quite persistent. She is probably worried about irritating herself and hopes to get the matter done as soon as possible.

Edward held the tea cup, intending to deal with it, but considering that no matter how little it was, it was still a meal, he still responded: "Okay."

At this time, from the perspective of prayer, Edward noticed an extra soul that he had marked. However, in the entire Backlund and even Loen, there was only one special soul that he focused on, so he asked casually: "You

Are there outsiders there?"

The girl with the scar on her face was stunned for a moment and became more cautious: "Yes, everything in the East District is invisible to you."

"I wonder which type of outsider you are talking about?"

"I'm not bored enough to look there all the time." Edward responded to the temptation in a gentle tone, and Maria felt relieved a little, "Imagine in your mind the new faces you'll see this year."

Maria hesitated for a second. It was not a good thing for the devil to peek into her mind. But she had no right to refuse, so she gritted her teeth and endured it, and began to recall the strangers she had seen in the past two days in her mind. Since she had just

After meeting Klein, the faces of Reporter Mike and Sherlock Moriarty quickly appeared in my mind.

With his signature gold-rimmed glasses and large beard used for disguise, Edward suspected that it was Klein who appeared there. When he saw Detective Moriarty's face, he quickly recognized him.

What is Klein going there for? The detective's daily investigation, his commission? Is it a coincidence, or has the matter in the East District attracted attention?... By the way, there is also the "Black Emperor Card" that was inexplicably stolen. If it is really Klein

After getting the Blasphemy Card, he either has mid- to high-sequence companions, or he has mid-to-high-sequence sealed artifacts. Kapin’s matter involves mid-sequence, which happens to be a sufficient temptation...

He cut off the face and took it out separately, put it back into Mary's mind, and left a reminder: "You can ask him for help."

Who? Maria took a closer look and saw that it was one of the two reporters she met, and she was stunned on the spot.

This... Admissor's prophecy said that my actions will have good results. Is this a turning point?

But is there anything special about this reporter? Is he a mid-level Extraordinary? Why do I say I can ask him for help? Isn’t he just here for investigation? Maria’s head is full of questions. She wants to ask two more questions.

sentence, but the Angel of the Abyss had finished her response, leaving her alone in a daze in the small temporary room.

Well, since the leader has given instructions, I will try again. Anyway, I will only be rejected at most.

As she thought, she got up, packed up the ceremony site and materials, looked at the window for a while, and then returned to the cafe.

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"Bansi, the city of disaster, descendants of the Medici family."

"City of Disaster chose to pollute the seat of the Medici family. Does this prove that the Red Angel was already polluted before its fall?"

"The word pollution is really weird. If you cannot completely control the source of matter, it will naturally be reversely eroded by the source of matter, but this phenomenon proves that the city of source of disaster has self-awareness. So Medici and the other two conquerors

Together, being killed by Alistair Tudor is part of a way for him to get rid of the pollution, turn from light to darkness, and lurk to wait for opportunities?"

The Declined King looked through the information and files in his hand, looking for the corresponding city on the topographic map of the land abandoned by the gods that corresponded to the teachings of the ancient Sun God. He had been interested there for a long time, and now he finally had a chance. He took his time.

He analyzed and thought thoroughly, without any need for guidance from others, and in the dialogue with himself, he pieced together the truth about Bansi Port.

"Oh, that's very likely to be the case. This is an action that is good for him. The premise is to pay for his life and start over. Adam, I have met Medici. He complained about his death, but blamed it on himself for underestimating the enemy. You

You didn’t tell Him your plan, had no communication or comfort, and just acted according to your own plan. It seems that you really only use Him as a tool.”

"Amon, I want a more detailed topographic map."

Amon reluctantly put down the dismantled Maxim machine gun in his hand, took the drawings and pen and found a place nearby to draw pictures.

Adam was idle for a while, and then he realized that the Decline King was speaking to him, so he dug out the standard answer from the ontology in his mind, and then answered with the ontology's standard compassionate expression and clear eyes: "This is a necessary sacrifice, everything is necessary."

It is to counter the considerations of the end. If we discuss this matter with Him, His pride may not allow Him to agree, even if it is my order."

“Should I laugh at your selfishness or His pride?”

The virtual personality Adam should have not heard it. Anyway, this is the standard answer set by the ontology: "That's all if he agrees, but if he doesn't agree, it will cost more twists and accidents... The pollution of the disaster city will lead to disasters."

, and it’s not the time for Medici to return yet.”

"The "Death Star" has already walked the earth. Not only is your planet in danger, at least it is a candle in the wind."

The God of Decline put down various documents and information, and walked slowly to Adam who was restrained in layers.

His movements were elegant and his demeanor was majestic. When the virtual personality met his eyes, he subconsciously clenched his fists.

The Outer God roared: "I'm very happy that even if it's just a subsidiary personality, an empty shell without a soul, you have learned to fear. Fear is an important part of a creature's understanding of the world. A life that lacks awe and a creature that is excessively afraid of reality,

If you can't move forward and grow, which one are you?"

"That's all, don't be afraid of me, I don't plan to do anything yet."

"You collect information about the land abandoned by the gods." The avatar said in a deep voice, collecting information responsibly according to his own settings, even though he knew there was no chance of sending it back to the main body. "What do you want to do?"

The Declined King raised his head slightly, and his gaze quietly changed from level to condescending. He examined the virtual personality, and also examined the little bit of curiosity that belonged to him in the other person's heart. A light source from nowhere fell on his face.

The shadow covered half of his face, but made the faint smile at the corner of his mouth even more terrifying. That smile was sharp and cold, like a knife that could cut a person's neck.

"The place abandoned by God. When I saw that place up close for the first time, I was simply shocked by your creativity and imagination."

"It was so perfect, the never-ending night, the world of eternal despair, the slowly dying human beings with the hope of a savior. Apart from the imposed sin and death, all that remains on the earth is the unattainable fantasy.
To be continued...