After reporting the news of his successful promotion to Soest, Leonard left the church. Although he was convinced that the Fool had reached some kind of cooperation with the goddess, out of the caution of an orphan who had lived in a religious environment since childhood, Leonard left the church.
Nader did not try to pray in the church dormitories.
Although the Tarot session is tomorrow, Leonard can't wait to share the good news with Klein. After a simple prayer, he lives in a mansion, feels pain in his heart but has to pretend not to care about spending a huge sum of money.
Klein immediately heard the layer upon layer of prayers.
"Is it lunch time?" Klein's first reaction was Mr. Devil's regular prayer, but when he took out [Purple Micro] from his arms, he found that there was still some time before Mr. Devil's usual lunch prayer.
"I'm going to the bathroom, and we'll talk about the rest when we get back."
Klein stopped Pamel's billing activity, walked into the bathroom with a respectful attitude, and then walked four steps backwards, rising into the gray mist.
"It's actually Leonard?" Klein looked at the poet classmate with some surprise. Although he joined the Tarot Club, this classmate has always had a sense of alienation. This seems to be because the other party's positioning of himself is still the same.
It's a relationship between believers in the dark night.
Now he actually takes the initiative to pray to the Fool. Could it be that something happened to him?
Klein's mood immediately became tense, and he immediately spread his spirituality and touched Leonard's crimson star. Then, during the meeting, he saw Leonard wearing a red glove uniform holding his hands against his chin and praying silently.
:
"Dear Mr. Fool, please help me tell Klein that the captain and Ms. Dai Li will hold a wedding on the 12th of next month. I hope to go with him. However, the captain may not invite too many guests. I hope that
Discuss specific plans with him face to face..."
"That's a good thing!" Klein's original nervousness immediately relaxed, and a sincere smile appeared on his face. His spirit body paced around the Source Castle, thinking about various plans in his mind.
He had to go to the captain's wedding, but like Leonard, he also felt that this kind of question was not suitable for communication in a Tarot meeting. After thinking for a moment, he did not give an answer immediately, but returned to reality first and wrote
He wrote a note and summoned Mr. Devil's messenger.
…
"So my teacher trained me just to completely parasitize me and replace everything I do after I grow to a certain level?" Hazel looked at Snow with some disbelief, but Snow gave a ruthless affirmation -
—
"Yes, that's what it is. The so-called grandfather in the ring, the goblin who can grant wishes, the magical creatures who know how to repay kindness, and so on. In most cases, they will only bring disaster and danger. Reality and fairy tales are different.
It’s different.”
Hazel would find it difficult to accept this reality for a while, but if she thought about it carefully, her teacher was indeed full of doubts.
Just when she wanted to continue asking something, the whole room suddenly became cold, the sunlight outside the window lost its temperature, and the brightly colored reception room became dark and gray.
Just when Hazel thought in horror that she had been involved in some big incident, a gray stream of light flashed away, and a piece of paper fell into Snow's hands.
"Um... you hope I can provide a safe enough place for communication? What happened to Ke Ting?" Snow's eyebrows rose, and he was a little surprised by the content on the letter. Is there any safer place for trading than Source Castle?
Or is it that the person Ke Zi wants to meet is not suitable to be roped in to Origin Castle? Or is it that what he wants to say is not suitable to be said in the environment of Origin Castle?
No matter which one it is, it should be a problem on the other side.
Snow thought for a moment, gave Hazel a wait signal, picked up a brush and wrote down a line of address...
…
"Mr. Devil's reply is really fast." Klein looked at the letter that appeared in front of him again, sighed slightly, and then sat on the toilet seat and stood up:
"If the person you are meeting is not an enemy, you can use the safe house at No. 205 on the second floor of 47 Old Ford Street in the East District. The key is on the left side of the inner wall of the mailbox. But be aware that there is a welfare food processing factory on Old Ford Street that houses women and children.
, please do not cause trouble to those civilians. If there is a possibility of fighting, please choose Warehouse No. 23 of Backlund Dock in the dock area, but the time should be in the middle of the night."
"..." Klein quickly wrote down the address, then tore up the letter paper, threw it into the toilet and flushed it.
He did not immediately pass the address to Leonard. After all, it had been a while since he entered the bathroom. If there was another fog, it might leave a bad impression on Butler Pamel.
But in the final analysis, the life of a rich man in this era is still very leisurely. Half an hour later, Leonard received a reply.
…
No. 47 Old Ford Street is a four-story "high-end" apartment. Although it is a bit ridiculous to call it high-end in the East End, this kind of apartment equipped with a full kitchen, bathroom, living room and bedroom is indeed called "high-end" apartment in this era.
High-end.
Although the original design idea here was to sell to factory executives or technicians, in fact, it is usually divided into many small cubicles and then rented to the poor.
Leonard, who had changed into a common outfit in the East District, counted the house number and arrived at No. 205. He was about to reach out to touch the mail box, but found that the door handle suddenly turned, and the person who appeared in front of him was not the familiar Klein.
It was the face that the other party had used before, the face that belonged to Sherlock Moriarty——
Although that's what they say, it's actually just an extra beard.
The two grown men looked at each other for a long time before Klein finally issued the slightly awkward first greeting:
"Anyway, let's talk about it after we come in."
Entering the house, Leonard scanned it out of professional habit, immediately noticed the obvious dust, and realized that this was probably not the place where Klein currently lived.
Although he was very curious about why Klein was in Backlund, Leonard, who knew that the other party might have a secret mission, did not ask, which made Klein, who was ready with an excuse, feel that he had used the wrong force.
The atmosphere in the room fell into embarrassment again. Leonard held it in for a long time before he encountered:
"Long time no see, Klein."
"Yeah, long time no see."
Although the two meet every week at tarot meetings, they rarely communicate. Such face-to-face conversations can be traced back to more than half a year ago.
However, as the conversation started, that familiar feeling emerged again. The two of them had a tacit agreement not to ask each other about their work and current situation. After a few simple greetings, Leonard finally spoke:
"Well, Klein, for the captain's wedding, you can pretend to be my female companion."
"What?" Klein, who was originally in a very good mood, felt as if he was struck by lightning after hearing the words of his fellow poet. His eyes widened with disbelief on his face.
When Leonard saw Klein's expression, he also explained with some embarrassment:
"Think about it, the captain's interpersonal relationship is like that. The wedding is at St. Selina Church, and the people invited are all nighthawks. Apart from this status, how else can you attend?"
"Then why don't I pretend to be you and you dress up as a woman?" Although Klein had already figured out the key to the problem, he still replied unwillingly. Who knew that Leonard said simply:
"Because you are a faceless person... Wouldn't it be obvious if I dressed as a woman? Anyway, it's not like you have never dressed as a woman... As long as I don't tell, no one will know..."
