Chapter 89 Digging Will

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I'm done.

I really, really, really have had enough.

I'm tired of looking at the boring world that continues due to the selfishness of a few people. There is no hope, future and glory, and even fear and despair are tasteless. When time comes to the fifth era, but this land remains unchanged,

When the political system is indestructible and the core of ideology and culture remains the same as before, I know that even if I do not have the blessing of Xuanhuang Tianzun, even if I do not lose my essence, I will definitely come to this planet.

Because here is an ugly and twisted Dead Sea that attracts me.

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The royal band began to play the second dance music, this time with a bright three-beat rhythm. The author made a lot of innovations in chords and musical forms, and wrote a completely different style from traditional Intis dance music, which has become the current trend music.

. If it were in the rigid and old-fashioned Loen, even the most popular music would not be able to enter the room, but this is Intis, the Trier of Intis, the city of passion, the city of romance and joy, as long as it is moving enough

, it’s not surprising even if he appears in the circle of top nobles.

Adela finished the opening dance without any sweat on her forehead, and her breathing speed didn't even change at all.

She had a great time, and took the initiative to change four dance partners during a dance song, as if doing a warm-up exercise. Then, she followed the resting female relatives to the corridor leading from the ballroom to the lounge, and stood at the junction

In the shadow, he secretly picked up the frame of the arch and looked towards the corner.

She found her target next to the second sculpture on the wall, His Excellency the Viscount—after changing his title and identity fifty years ago, he has been living in isolation on a land west of Intis.

The devil of a quiet life - Edward Vaughn stood leaning against the wall, holding a glass of sparkling wine, talking to Russell Gustave.

The latter, an upstart who is not yet forty, is in a period of vigorous development in his career. Various handicrafts, literary creations and mechanical products are emerging in an endless stream. He is actually able to develop new pipeline designs and weapons orders for the Church of Steam at the same time as publishing in newspapers.

Three serials were published, and this astonishing talent caused the price of newspapers in Trier to triple.

It's easy to guess Russell's thoughts, just look at his lingering expressions on the ladies. Florent used inappropriate solicitation methods and didn't deal with him, but facing himself, a beautiful woman, the other party

It's still more face-saving. It's hard to guess Edward's thoughts, but Adela still tried her best to guess. Maybe today is the time to put it into practice.

Although she was peeking, her lack of concealment still caught Russell's attention. He suddenly showed an expression that was one part gloating and one part watching the show. He patted Edward's shoulder hard with his own hand, and then whistled.

Chasing the backs of other ladies and ladies.

So Adela walked up generously, covering the corners of her crazily raised mouth with the gorgeous feather fan in her hand, walked up to Edward in a graceful manner on stiletto-heeled dancing shoes, and faced Edward who seemed to be looking at a bird in the air.

The peacock with its tail spread out in front of him said with eyes: "Gui'an, Viscount Vaughan, is the music and food not to your taste? Don't waste this beautiful night. Seeing a guest standing alone is a sign of honor.

It’s my fault as the organizer.”

Her title was Viscount, so Edward nodded flatly and perfunctorily: "No, everything is fine." Then he did not intend to speak anymore.

Adela was not surprised by this alienation. She covered her face with a feather fan and continued to smile: "I want to have a chat with you. Is it convenient for you now? Maybe a little girl like me can also help you.

.”

"No." Edward simply responded to her.

Adela was well prepared. She took a gentle breath, lowered her voice to a level that only they could hear, and used the action of going to the long table to get wine to cover up the conversation: "If you want to play a devil who learns about human nature,

, there is still something missing, and I am willing to help you fill it in."

Edward didn't take it seriously: "Family? It doesn't necessarily need to be you."

"No, it's 'love'." Adela smiled, lightly picked up a glass of champagne with her fingers wearing burgundy gauze hollow gloves, and invited Edward to toast with her. Edward was silent for a second and touched her gently.

He took a sip of his cup and waited for her next words, "If you want people to think you are like a human being, you must imitate love. No matter what kind of love it is, I can help you cover it up, decorate your indifference into inarticulate words, and

The sense of inhumanity in you is weakened, and I will do all this voluntarily without any flaws."

"Are you negotiating terms with me?" Edward asked her, taking a sip of the golden sparkling wine. "I may not need it, and even if I need it, it doesn't have to be you. Why are you doing all this? To ask for help.

The Lun family is wooing me? You know that marriage has no binding or special meaning to me, it is as ordinary as breathing."

"Because I like you." Adela brushed the broken hair around her ears, straightened the small crown on her head, and showed a bright smile, "I like you, I love you, so since it is a marriage, why not

How about choosing the one I like? You need a family and a wife you 'love', and I need a free home and someone I like. It's a win-win situation."

"You've persuaded me a little bit."

Edward replied: "Then where do you want to start?"

Adela immediately beamed with joy. She closed the feather fan with a snap, took a few steps back, then walked back to Edward with reserved and elegant straight steps, bowed slightly, and put the hand holding the feather fan behind her back. She raised another

With one hand, he said with an obvious smile:

"This handsome and noble... no, this cold-faced gentleman who doesn't want to talk to anyone, can you dance with me?"

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West District, outside Green Cemetery.

Klein accompanied Dr. Allen and walked for a long time in the nearby woods. From time to time, he was coughed by the falling gray dust.

"Perhaps such a tree does not exist, and the things in the dream cannot be completely reflected in reality." At the end, Allen himself was a little unsure.

Fortunately, I'm good at finding things... Klein pointed in the direction with his cane and said, "Let's take a look over there and make a final effort."

"Okay." Allen breathed.

The two walked for a while, and Allen suddenly stopped, pointed diagonally ahead and said: "There, there!"

More than ten meters away, a birch tree with a ring of bark off its waist stood there quietly, as if waiting for the two of them.

"It's exactly the same as in my dream." Alan was very sure.

Klein smiled a little warily and said, "But there is no Will Asceptin."

Allen approached the birch tree, frowned and looked at it for a while, then suddenly pointed to the root of the tree and said: "Will Auceptin was sitting here at the time, and he was pointing at the soil below with one hand!"

Pointing to the soil below? Klein stood aside and looked down at the area with almost no dead grass: "You want to dig it up?"

Allen nodded: "I've found this place, always check to see what's there. Sherlock, go to the cemetery and borrow two shovels."

"It's better if I stay here and you go to the cemetery. I'm worried something might happen." Klein said cautiously.

"Okay." Allen did not refuse and immediately left the woods.

After a while, he spent his money, returned with three shovels and a gravekeeper, and began to dig.

Klein dug and dug, and suddenly he smelled something familiar. As the soil on the surface parted, things underneath were gradually exposed.

That was the highly decomposed body of a child!

His skin and flesh seemed to be melting, and there were many bugs crawling in and out of his nose and mouth.

when!

The shovel in Allen's hand fell and hit a rock. He pointed at the legs of the corpse, his mouth moved crazily but could not speak. Klein endured his nausea and looked carefully, and found that the left side of the child's corpse was

The lower half of the leg is obviously missing.

At the same time, Allen took two steps back, fell to the ground, and shouted in a high-pitched voice: "Will Auceptin! Will Auceptin!"

That's Will Asceptin's body!

died?

Will Asceptin is dead?

And it seems to have been dead for a while!

Could this be fake?

Klein looked at the child's body with surprise and suspicion, and many thoughts suddenly popped up in his mind. In his understanding, Will Asceptin was a child with special characteristics, and might be related to the "monster" pathway.

1 The "mercury snake" has some involvement.

The divination game he played and his casual sentence "Doctor, your luck will get worse" made Allen unlucky for a long time; the paper cranes he folded allowed Allen's astral body to be located in the spiritual world.

He was instilled with man-made revelations; even Klein could only catch a glimpse of his whereabouts above the gray fog, making it difficult to draw effective conclusions... How could such a child die inexplicably? Before Dr. Allen's dream

Is he dead? Where are his relatives?

Klein narrowed his eyes slightly, resisting the strong nausea, and carefully examined the highly decomposed corpse, and found some torn tarot cards in the surrounding soil.

His spiritual intuition told him that the corpse in front of him was most likely Will Auceptin.

It’s really shocking and puzzling... Go back above the gray fog to confirm whether Will Auceptin faked his death... Wait, what does this have to do with me? I have long decided not to get involved in this matter.

Things have happened, so as not to be entangled by some "mercury snake", which may be more terrifying than the sealed artifact "0-08"... Klein suddenly came back to his senses and turned to the frightened tombkeeper and the frightened Ai who was about to collapse.

Dr. Lun said: "Call the police!"

"Okay, okay!" The tombkeeper was stunned for a moment, then replied repeatedly.

He took the shovel, turned around and ran out of the woods, as fast as if there was a living corpse chasing him. Klein sighed, then took a deep breath, walked to Dr. Allen, lowered his head, and held the doctor's hand.

Shoulder comforted: "There is nothing to be afraid of, he is already dead."

"...It's just because he's dead that it's even scarier." Dr. Allen calmed down a little and got up. He looked at Klein and was about to say something when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a fallen tree behind Klein in the distance.

A crow wearing a black hat stood on a tree with most of its leaves, tilting its head and looking at them. Seeing Allen look over, it flapped its wings and flew to another tree with denser leaves, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Lost traces.
To be continued...