67 Red Swycamore Street, Deesey County, Connart.
Klein stepped forward with the face that was more common in Zhang Luen's kingdom and rang the doorbell.
In less than a minute, the door creaked open. A maid in a black and white dress looked at her head for a few seconds, and asked in confusion:
Good evening, who are you looking for?
I look for Mrs. Nilu, my friend of her father David Raymond.Klein replied calmly.
David Raymond was the nightmare he released from his wriggling hunger, the red gloves in the Night Watcher. The last thing he missed most was his daughter Nilu Raymond. She felt very guilty about not being able to accompany her to grow up, which made her almost lose her father while losing her mother. Klein promised him at the time that if he had the chance, he would come to this beautiful coastal city to help him see how his daughter was doing.
After inquiring in advance, Klein had a preliminary grasp of the general situation of Nilu Raymond. After graduating from grammar school, the girl entered the Care for Women and Children Foundation of the Goddess of the Night Church, with a weekly salary of 2 pounds and 10 sues, and she was the envy of her neighbors around her.
She also inherited a inheritance from her businessman's father. Others don't know much about it, but they only know that she is richer than most middle-class people.
Normally, such girls with enough wealth will be very cautious about marriage, and will repeatedly select and inspect, so that they often get married late, but Nilu married a government employee only a year after working.
Because both parties believe in the goddess of the night, she does not have the husband's surname, but is still named Nilu Raymond, and still lives at No. 67 Hongwutong Street and has never moved away.
Hearing Klein's answer, the maid asked him to wait, and turned around and entered the living room to report.
Not long after, a woman in a home dress walked towards the door. She had black hair and blue eyes, long cheeks, and pretty good facial features, which looked a bit similar to David Raymond.
Good evening, sir, I am Nilu, the daughter of David Raymond. When did you know my father?Nilu Raymond asked politely but alertly.
Klein took off his hat and smiled:
I have known each other at sea for several years.
Nilu Raymond glanced at the opposite side with a little vigilant:
Maybe you don't know yet that he has passed away.
Klein sighed:
I know that he and I met in that disaster. He said something at that time, but I didn’t care much about it at first, but the more I thought about it over the past few years, the more I felt that I should let you know.
Yeah?Nilu whispered and thought for a while and said, please come in, do you mind my husband listening together?
It's only about your decision.Klein responded calmly.
Nilu nodded and led Klein into the study. Her husband, a government employee with a normal appearance and gentle temperament, put down the newspaper and followed in.
After both sides sat down separately, Klein looked at the couple on the sofa opposite and thought about it:
Mr. David Raymond had experienced a disaster, losing his father, mother, wife, brother and sister.
Nilu nodded without any expression:
I know.
Klein thought for a while and continued:
He was a businessman on the surface, but in fact he was pursuing the murderers who caused the disaster.
I know.Nilu spoke without much reaction.
Klein glanced at her and said:
He devoted himself to this matter wholeheartedly, and regretted that he failed to accompany you in growing up well, which made you almost lose your father while losing your mother.
Nilu was silent for a second, and her speech was quickly responding:
I know!
Klein's eyes swept over the old books around him and sighed silently:
He said his greatest hope was to see you, under the testimony of the goddess, have your own marriage and family, and no longer be lonely. I think he should be very relieved now.
Nilu's eyes slowly moved away from Klein's face, her mouth opened, and stopped for two seconds before answering:
……I know.
Klein leaned forward slightly, held his hands and said:
He said he might die at sea, let me tell you that he died because of an accident, and all the murderers before have been punished, so you don’t need to hate anyone anymore.
He also said that he loves you very much and he is sorry.
Nilu was silent for a few seconds, blinked her eyes, turned her head and looked to the side, and sighed in an unknown mood:
I see……
Klein looked at her deeply, then slowly stood up and said:
I've delivered it, it's time for me to leave.
The response from the other side was silence, and Nilu's husband nodded gently, signaling to thank him.
Klein turned around and walked towards the door of the study. As soon as he twisted the handle, he suddenly heard Nilu Raymond's deep and hoarse voice from behind:
What kind of person do you think he is?
Klein was silent for a second, turned around, curled up the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile:
A guardian.
He stopped stopping, opened the door to the study and walked towards the position of the coat rack.
When he put on his top hat and left No. 67 Hongwutong Street, a thin, desperate cry suddenly sounded and penetrated into his ears.
Shaking his head silently, Klein left the block and entered a church of the goddess of night.
Through the deep and quiet aisle, he sat to the seventh-last row, facing the deep black holy emblem with half a red moon and bright stars, took off his hat, buried his head low, held his hands in front of his mouth, just like most believers here.
In the silent silence and tranquility, time passed quickly, and Klein slowly opened his eyes and stood up gently.
In the position where he sat, there was a piece of paper wrapped in it.
Crane walked along the aisle out of the prayer hall and walked to the church door.
He turned his back inside, put on a hat, raised his right hand, and snapped his fingers.
Bang!
The paper in his previous position was suddenly ignited, attracting the attention of the priest. When the gentleman rushed over, the flame had been extinguished, leaving behind a deep black and deep gem-like colloid.
This is... Although the pastor is not sure what the ball of gel was, the inspiration tells him that it is very important!
When he and another pastor chased outside the church, the gentleman in a formal dress and a half-tall hat just now disappeared.
The next morning.
Klein, who obtained a new identity through the local black market, came to the steam train station.
He held a second-class ticket worth 18 Suller in one hand and his identity document, and a black leather suitcase in the other, standing tall on the platform, waiting for the train to Beckland to arrive.
Now he looks like a middle-aged man in his forties, in his early 180s, with a little silver thread mixed with black hair, and his blue eyes are as deep as the lake water at night. His facial features are quite attractive, with a mature taste and a gentle temperament.
Looking down at the identification document in his hand, Klein's eyes reflected his current name:
Dawn Dance.
After thinking about it, he put his suitcase on the ground, spread it over and opened it, and then stuffed all the identification documents into it.
Inside this suitcase is a small black wooden box containing the ashes of former Roon soldier Longzell Edward.
As soon as Klein finished packing the box, a whimper sound rang in his ears. A steam train blew smoke and drove into the platform with a clang, stopping from fast to slow.
He raised his head, turned his eyes forward, looked at him silently, and then whispered to his suitcase:
It's time to go back...
He immediately stood up straight, picked up his belongings, and walked towards the open car door step by step.
……
26 Kingstor Street, Beckland, Joewood District.
Benson took off his hat, took off his coat, and handed them to the maid, looking at his sister Melissa, who was concentrating on reading in the living room, said:
June is the entrance exam, and you can finally understand the pain of my previous hard study.
Melissa didn't look up, but still read the book and said:
I study hard every day.
Humor point, Melissa, humor point, what is the difference between a person who doesn’t understand humor and a curly baboon?Benson said with a smile.
Melissa glanced at him casually and said:
That's not what you said before.
She didn't bother with the difference between a man and a curly baboon, and asked instead:
Is it so late for government employees to finish their work?
No, it's just that there are many things recently, you know, oh, you don't know, in this big change, the handover of work and the straightening of different relationships are all very troublesome.Benson glanced over a mirror in the living room and couldn't help but raise his hand to sort out his hair. He said with a not too happy expression. Although I am just a small employee of the Ministry of Finance, this does not prevent me from having a lot of work. The only thing that comforted me is that I finally passed my damn internship period, and I will have a weekly salary of 3 pounds next!
Melissa put down her book and walked towards the restaurant and said to Benson:
It's time to have dinner.
She paused and said seriously:
I read the newspaper before and said there was something called Doningsman tree sap, which was very effective in hair growth.
Benson's expression suddenly became very complicated.
……
Wow!
In the sound of the whistle, a long steam train rushed into Beckland.
Klein carried his suitcase and stepped onto the capital of Ten Thousand Capitals again. In the land of Hope, he found that the fog was much thinner than before, no longer had obvious yellowish color. The gas street lights on the platform were not lit up early to dispel the gloom and dimness.
Looking around, Klein got out of the steam train station, moved to the subway and carriage, and went straight to a Storm Church Cemetery outside the West Side.
He then spent a small amount of money to put Longzell Edward's urn in a cabinet.
At this time, it had been more than 165 years since the day the Roon soldier left Beckland.
Taking a step back and staring deeply for a while, Klein shook the paper into iron and engraved it on the cabinet door:
Longzell Edward.
He closed his eyes and wrote again:
Every journey has an end.
Klein stepped forward with the face that was more common in Zhang Luen's kingdom and rang the doorbell.
In less than a minute, the door creaked open. A maid in a black and white dress looked at her head for a few seconds, and asked in confusion:
Good evening, who are you looking for?
I look for Mrs. Nilu, my friend of her father David Raymond.Klein replied calmly.
David Raymond was the nightmare he released from his wriggling hunger, the red gloves in the Night Watcher. The last thing he missed most was his daughter Nilu Raymond. She felt very guilty about not being able to accompany her to grow up, which made her almost lose her father while losing her mother. Klein promised him at the time that if he had the chance, he would come to this beautiful coastal city to help him see how his daughter was doing.
After inquiring in advance, Klein had a preliminary grasp of the general situation of Nilu Raymond. After graduating from grammar school, the girl entered the Care for Women and Children Foundation of the Goddess of the Night Church, with a weekly salary of 2 pounds and 10 sues, and she was the envy of her neighbors around her.
She also inherited a inheritance from her businessman's father. Others don't know much about it, but they only know that she is richer than most middle-class people.
Normally, such girls with enough wealth will be very cautious about marriage, and will repeatedly select and inspect, so that they often get married late, but Nilu married a government employee only a year after working.
Because both parties believe in the goddess of the night, she does not have the husband's surname, but is still named Nilu Raymond, and still lives at No. 67 Hongwutong Street and has never moved away.
Hearing Klein's answer, the maid asked him to wait, and turned around and entered the living room to report.
Not long after, a woman in a home dress walked towards the door. She had black hair and blue eyes, long cheeks, and pretty good facial features, which looked a bit similar to David Raymond.
Good evening, sir, I am Nilu, the daughter of David Raymond. When did you know my father?Nilu Raymond asked politely but alertly.
Klein took off his hat and smiled:
I have known each other at sea for several years.
Nilu Raymond glanced at the opposite side with a little vigilant:
Maybe you don't know yet that he has passed away.
Klein sighed:
I know that he and I met in that disaster. He said something at that time, but I didn’t care much about it at first, but the more I thought about it over the past few years, the more I felt that I should let you know.
Yeah?Nilu whispered and thought for a while and said, please come in, do you mind my husband listening together?
It's only about your decision.Klein responded calmly.
Nilu nodded and led Klein into the study. Her husband, a government employee with a normal appearance and gentle temperament, put down the newspaper and followed in.
After both sides sat down separately, Klein looked at the couple on the sofa opposite and thought about it:
Mr. David Raymond had experienced a disaster, losing his father, mother, wife, brother and sister.
Nilu nodded without any expression:
I know.
Klein thought for a while and continued:
He was a businessman on the surface, but in fact he was pursuing the murderers who caused the disaster.
I know.Nilu spoke without much reaction.
Klein glanced at her and said:
He devoted himself to this matter wholeheartedly, and regretted that he failed to accompany you in growing up well, which made you almost lose your father while losing your mother.
Nilu was silent for a second, and her speech was quickly responding:
I know!
Klein's eyes swept over the old books around him and sighed silently:
He said his greatest hope was to see you, under the testimony of the goddess, have your own marriage and family, and no longer be lonely. I think he should be very relieved now.
Nilu's eyes slowly moved away from Klein's face, her mouth opened, and stopped for two seconds before answering:
……I know.
Klein leaned forward slightly, held his hands and said:
He said he might die at sea, let me tell you that he died because of an accident, and all the murderers before have been punished, so you don’t need to hate anyone anymore.
He also said that he loves you very much and he is sorry.
Nilu was silent for a few seconds, blinked her eyes, turned her head and looked to the side, and sighed in an unknown mood:
I see……
Klein looked at her deeply, then slowly stood up and said:
I've delivered it, it's time for me to leave.
The response from the other side was silence, and Nilu's husband nodded gently, signaling to thank him.
Klein turned around and walked towards the door of the study. As soon as he twisted the handle, he suddenly heard Nilu Raymond's deep and hoarse voice from behind:
What kind of person do you think he is?
Klein was silent for a second, turned around, curled up the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile:
A guardian.
He stopped stopping, opened the door to the study and walked towards the position of the coat rack.
When he put on his top hat and left No. 67 Hongwutong Street, a thin, desperate cry suddenly sounded and penetrated into his ears.
Shaking his head silently, Klein left the block and entered a church of the goddess of night.
Through the deep and quiet aisle, he sat to the seventh-last row, facing the deep black holy emblem with half a red moon and bright stars, took off his hat, buried his head low, held his hands in front of his mouth, just like most believers here.
In the silent silence and tranquility, time passed quickly, and Klein slowly opened his eyes and stood up gently.
In the position where he sat, there was a piece of paper wrapped in it.
Crane walked along the aisle out of the prayer hall and walked to the church door.
He turned his back inside, put on a hat, raised his right hand, and snapped his fingers.
Bang!
The paper in his previous position was suddenly ignited, attracting the attention of the priest. When the gentleman rushed over, the flame had been extinguished, leaving behind a deep black and deep gem-like colloid.
This is... Although the pastor is not sure what the ball of gel was, the inspiration tells him that it is very important!
When he and another pastor chased outside the church, the gentleman in a formal dress and a half-tall hat just now disappeared.
The next morning.
Klein, who obtained a new identity through the local black market, came to the steam train station.
He held a second-class ticket worth 18 Suller in one hand and his identity document, and a black leather suitcase in the other, standing tall on the platform, waiting for the train to Beckland to arrive.
Now he looks like a middle-aged man in his forties, in his early 180s, with a little silver thread mixed with black hair, and his blue eyes are as deep as the lake water at night. His facial features are quite attractive, with a mature taste and a gentle temperament.
Looking down at the identification document in his hand, Klein's eyes reflected his current name:
Dawn Dance.
After thinking about it, he put his suitcase on the ground, spread it over and opened it, and then stuffed all the identification documents into it.
Inside this suitcase is a small black wooden box containing the ashes of former Roon soldier Longzell Edward.
As soon as Klein finished packing the box, a whimper sound rang in his ears. A steam train blew smoke and drove into the platform with a clang, stopping from fast to slow.
He raised his head, turned his eyes forward, looked at him silently, and then whispered to his suitcase:
It's time to go back...
He immediately stood up straight, picked up his belongings, and walked towards the open car door step by step.
……
26 Kingstor Street, Beckland, Joewood District.
Benson took off his hat, took off his coat, and handed them to the maid, looking at his sister Melissa, who was concentrating on reading in the living room, said:
June is the entrance exam, and you can finally understand the pain of my previous hard study.
Melissa didn't look up, but still read the book and said:
I study hard every day.
Humor point, Melissa, humor point, what is the difference between a person who doesn’t understand humor and a curly baboon?Benson said with a smile.
Melissa glanced at him casually and said:
That's not what you said before.
She didn't bother with the difference between a man and a curly baboon, and asked instead:
Is it so late for government employees to finish their work?
No, it's just that there are many things recently, you know, oh, you don't know, in this big change, the handover of work and the straightening of different relationships are all very troublesome.Benson glanced over a mirror in the living room and couldn't help but raise his hand to sort out his hair. He said with a not too happy expression. Although I am just a small employee of the Ministry of Finance, this does not prevent me from having a lot of work. The only thing that comforted me is that I finally passed my damn internship period, and I will have a weekly salary of 3 pounds next!
Melissa put down her book and walked towards the restaurant and said to Benson:
It's time to have dinner.
She paused and said seriously:
I read the newspaper before and said there was something called Doningsman tree sap, which was very effective in hair growth.
Benson's expression suddenly became very complicated.
……
Wow!
In the sound of the whistle, a long steam train rushed into Beckland.
Klein carried his suitcase and stepped onto the capital of Ten Thousand Capitals again. In the land of Hope, he found that the fog was much thinner than before, no longer had obvious yellowish color. The gas street lights on the platform were not lit up early to dispel the gloom and dimness.
Looking around, Klein got out of the steam train station, moved to the subway and carriage, and went straight to a Storm Church Cemetery outside the West Side.
He then spent a small amount of money to put Longzell Edward's urn in a cabinet.
At this time, it had been more than 165 years since the day the Roon soldier left Beckland.
Taking a step back and staring deeply for a while, Klein shook the paper into iron and engraved it on the cabinet door:
Longzell Edward.
He closed his eyes and wrote again:
Every journey has an end.
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