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Angel of Temperance? Why did He suddenly appear in Beckland? He had been communicating with His Highness with messengers before...

Amon was confused, but felt that this matter had nothing to do with him, so he continued to concentrate on eating the crepe.

"Please give me a cup of hot cocoa!" he said loudly to the clerk.

Soon, the clerk placed the hot cocoa that had been prepared on his small round table, and Amon also paid two pennies.

The fireplace in the cake shop is burning vigorously, and a thin layer of glass blocks the cold outside, making the interior warm as spring.

Amon's seat happened to be next to the fireplace. He felt warm back and his palms holding hot cocoa were also warm, which was very comfortable.

Where am I going next?

He took out the travel brochure of the Kingdom of Roone from his pocket, turned to the folding page of the simple map, opened it, and began to plan the route.

Among the clones of "Engel of Time", Amon, Sequence 4 is the largest group, scattered in cities across various countries, with many southern continents and the land of Gods. Sequence 3 is about one-tenth, and finding them is like looking for a needle in a haystack. Sequence 2 is even more rare and is controlled by the ontology. The clones of Sequence 3 he found have just changed a new identity and are probably still living in East Chester County for a long time. This was specially selected.

The destination is Storn, a big city in East Chestershire, and the target is Storn's municipal library administrator.

East Chester County is northeast of Beckland, across a mountain range, and the best way to travel is a civil airship. But that is too expensive, and in Roon, it is still an advanced technology that only great nobles, intellectuals and church leaders can enjoy. Taking a steam train is the best way, but because of the mountains, if you start from Beckland, the steam train needs to go around the mountain, which doubles the distance time.

The steam train takes two days and one night... First, I will choose a second-class seat or above, and second, I will definitely choose a first-class seat with a private room and a bed for a long trip.

Of course, this is not the problem, but the driving noise of the steam train. Even if it is a first-class seat, the quality is difficult to compliment...

Amon took a big sip of hot cocoa, smacked his lips, and began to conceive a second solution:

Don't take the land.

There are still many river channels in the east of Ruen, such as the inland river channels of the Tasok River directly flow into the ocean.

First arrive at Pulitz Port, then take a passenger ship to the north along the coastline of Roon, and you will soon arrive at Emmatt Port in East Chester County and enter the city along the river. This plan is much better than taking a steam train, and the total cost of a second-class ticket is only 11 pounds.

Moreover, this is a domestic transfer, and there is a cheaper and more affordable £9 and a half ticket at the port, Amon immediately made a decision.

But before leaving Beckland, Amon had one more thing to do.

That is to go to the Aurora Club residence, the Fier Manor in the suburbs of Beckland, and to "say goodbye" to Medic and the real creator.

Yes, say goodbye.

When humans are about to stay away from their residences and relatives for a long time, they will solemnly say goodbye, and sometimes they will also come with some banquets for communicating feelings.

Amon didn't feel that he needed to have a farewell meal at Aurora, but he thought it was necessary to say goodbye to everyone to feel human nature. Although he didn't understand what the necessity of this behavior was for "Amon who could be seen everywhere". Just like playing house, he knew to do it, but he didn't know why it was done, and he didn't know what the meaning of doing it was.

Medic would definitely laugh at me. He thought without a look on his face, no, He would laugh at me, angel-level provocateurs are really annoying.

After drinking a cup of hot cocoa, all the limbs and bones warmed up.

Amon took the last bite of the crepe, wiped his hands and mouth clean, and got up and left the cake room.

350

Richard Ernst came to the dockworkers' guild and knocked on the door.

After a while, an older man came to open the door. He was short, with a hunched back, and deep dents on his rough and wide hands. He looked like an old fisherman.

The old man raised his head with difficulty and saw the tall Richard. He was stunned at first, and then asked with some fear:

"Who are you looking for?"

Richard took two steps back and retreated to the stairs, so that the old man would not have to keep tilting his head: "I'll look for Miss Maria."

"Miss Maria is not here." The old man said vigilantly.

"Do you know where she is?"

"I don't know. There is no one here, you can go to another place to look for it." After saying that, the old man closed the door vigorously.

Richard was not angry, but understood something. He turned his direction and headed to other Ernst Foundation affiliates in the East District.

The sun was pale and cold in the afternoon. He walked in the crowd. The height and strong body of the Fsak mixed-race child were like bears and chickens among the hunched pedestrians in the East. There were evil dogs on the street trying to hurt people. The angel popped up a curse to turn the evil dog into a patched doll, and fell into the arms of a little girl wiping her tears by the wall. A child thought he was secretly putting his hand into His pocket, touched the coin, but after taking it out, he turned into a small flower. Several laundry wives were fighting for the big bucket of dirty clothes and curtains brought by the servants of the rich family. A very old middle-aged man stood on the corner of the street, holding newspapers, and observing Him in secret.

Richard turned his head and smiled at him. The middle-aged man froze immediately, squeezed out a smile, and then quickly covered himself with the newspaper.

He didn't pretend to be a MI5 person... Richard disagreed and kept moving forward.

Soon He arrived at the newly expanded processing plant reported by Mary, where the workers were busy and busy, with several boxes of already-packed goods piled up at the door. In the spiritual vision, a blonde worker in the factory showed a calm blue and the spiritual brilliance of the extraordinary. At the same time, the doormen and security guards of this processing plant were all dead people without any spiritual brilliance.

But these dead people were patrolling and walking like living people, sitting or standing, and taking mysterious practices with the extraordinary man.

The zombie is an extraordinary person who is a prisoner's path, with blond hair, brown eyes, 1.74 meters tall, and Southern Continental blood... Is Gavin Leed? The defector of the temperate school from the past year? Is Gavin Leed? Still working in Maria's place... Working four jobs alone, how many wages can you get?

The zombies looked around vigilantly, each of them was a competent and good security guard.

Richard left the processing plant before the zombies noticed themselves.

Crossing two streets and in another block, Richard came to Mary's charity school.

He saw the extraordinary blue-haired person sitting in the guard room at a glance. Judging from his spiritual color, he was a "vacanter" who was about to digest the potion, and he was mentally stable and in normal condition.

The Navigator also saw Him and his expression immediately became serious: "Who are you? During class, idle people are not allowed to enter!"

Richard smiled: "Isn't the previous doorman a veteran? Where did that old gentleman go?"

"He is old, so we give him a pension and let him go back to retire."

The Navigator was still staring at Richard. He didn't feel any danger from this person, but he still didn't let go.

Seeing that the Navigator was so serious, Richard felt very relieved: "I'll come to Maria."

"Miss Maria Maria is not here."

"Is that right? But it was she who asked me back." Richard shrugged. "Maria always likes to bluff, put herself in a weak position, lure the enemy deeper, and then finds opportunities to counterattack. This strategy won't last long, she's already sequence 5, right?"

Hearing the person in front of him pointing at Maria directly, the Navigator's face immediately became gloomy:

"I don't know what you are talking about, sir, but you'd better not..." At this point, the storm path that was always faster than the brain finally recalled the first sentence, "What? Did you call back by Miss Maria? Well, you, what proof do you have? Like letters or something?"

It was Maria who called me back after chanting my name for three days... Richard smiled and took out an open letter from his pocket with preparation: "Yes."

The navigator carefully took the envelope, checked the address and the sender's name, and then took out the letter to check. He pulled out the letter paper, looked at two lines, and nodded to confirm: "It is indeed Miss Maria's handwriting."

He was about to continue asking when he suddenly heard a burst of rapid footsteps. Maria, who was disguised, walked out of the teaching building in a meteorically and quickly approached the guard pavilion.

"Shawn, haven't I told you before that if a 'tall, gray-haired' gentleman visits, would you notify me immediately?" Maria pulled down her sunglasses, glared at the Navigator, and then looked at Richard, her voice lowered a lot, "Please go here."

The Navigator was stunned: "Isn't that what Gavin and the others said?"

"You were there at that time."

"this……"

Richard smoothed out the situation in a smooth manner: "No, it doesn't matter. This gentleman is very responsible, very responsible and trustworthy."

Sean stared at the eyes widened, scratched his head awkwardly, and watched Miss Maria and the strange young man walk towards the teaching building quickly.

"Hey? Why didn't I take the letter away..."

Adhering to the moral standard of not being able to peek at other people's privacy, Sean put the letter back, folded his mouth and pressed it on the table.

Then, he noticed the recipient's name in small words in the corner of a line:

Histin Ernst.

"Enst? This is not our foundation... Huh? Huh? This name? Isn't this name? Was Miss Maria specifically told us the new name of the leader privately?"

"Just, that was... the leader just now?"

I witnessed an angel and turned him away? Is this angel or the leader we have admired since childhood?

Boom! A lightning flashed across his mind, and Sean entered a state of being struck by lightning, and could not think normally for a long time.

...

A few minutes later, an empty classroom.

Richard found a random seat to sit down, put his handbag on the table next to him, and asked straight to the point:

“What happened in the East District?”

Maria took off her sunglasses and frowned: "I only know that something very dangerous will happen. Admisol suddenly sensed this danger before and was seriously injured mentally. She is still in a state of depression and can no longer intervene in related incidents."

"I have no way of knowing what will happen. But his last sentence was 'They are all dead'."

Richard was silent for two seconds and asked, "So, what is your current emergency plan?"

"I saw that you arranged extraordinary people in every subordinate organization. I inquired along the way and found that many elderly employees have been arranged for holidays or paid dismissals by you. You hope to use this method to protect their safety."

"I found that the traffic was less on the way here, and you encouraged some employees not to go out unless necessary."

Maria nodded slowly.

"At the same time, you also spread the news that you have encountered difficulties recently and are inconvenient to come forward, and want to use this to reveal the hidden danger."

"right."

Richard thought for a while: "Is that child of the path of fate, Admisol? Who will die?"

"He suddenly went to the street and said to the pedestrians who were coming and going, 'They were all dead'." Maria answered truthfully.

"The pedestrians coming and going may not all have contact. An indiscriminate attack? Or a massacre?" or population cleaning? Richard rubbed his chin and thought about what might happen.
To be continued...