Above the storm-torn sea, an ancient three-masted sailboat was rising and falling with the waves.
Its speed is not fast and its size is not large enough. In this disaster scene where the sky is integrated with the sea, it is like a dead leaf leaving the trees. However, no matter how rampant the hurricane or how terrifying the waves are, it sails safely without seeing the tilt.
Alger Wilson stood on the empty deck, looking at the huge waves around him, not knowing what he was thinking.
It was Monday again... He whispered silently.
It was the day for Mother Earth Goddess, and it was the beginning of a new round of prosperity and withering.
But for Alger, that has another meaning, it belongs to a mysterious existence that is always shrouded in the gray and white mist.
At least I haven't become a madman yet... He withdrew his gaze and laughed at himself.
At this time, one of his only crew members approached and asked respectfully:
Master Bishop, what are our goals for this voyage?
Alger looked around and replied in a turbulent tone:
Hunt for an Aurora ‘listener’.
……
The storm dissipated, the fog was filled, and there were artillery positions but still did not meet the trend of the times.
A boy with eight or nine years old, soft and submissive hair looked at the undisciplined pirates around him with fear, watching them enjoying big buckets of beer, watching them swing around with ropes, watching them mock each other, and even punching each other.
He turned his head and looked at the man in black robe standing in the shadow, and lowered his voice:
Father, where are we going?
Five days ago, he had the impression that he met his father for the first time in his memory, who called himself an adventurer's father.
If the oil painting left by his mother had not proved the other party's identity, if the orphanage had not been opening the door for him, he would have been unwilling to leave his hometown and follow this nearly unfamiliar close relative.
The man standing in the shadow lowered his head, looked at his son, and replied with a kind expression:
Jack, I will take you to a sacred place, the ‘sanctuary’ where the Creator once lived.
Is that the kingdom of God?Only when we mortals get gifts can we enter... Little Jack was taught well by his mother and had enough common sense. At this time, he was surprised and fearful.
The man standing in the shadow has an unforgettable face, which is like a stone sculpture completed by the most outstanding master.
He put his hand to his ear, posing in an almost dreamy tone:
Jack, ‘mortals’ is a wrong concept. The Creator created this world, He is everywhere, He exists in the body of every creature, so all things have divinity, and if they are rich to a certain extent, they can become angels. The seven false gods now are just more powerful angels.
You see, I can now hear the teachings of the Creator, Ah, what an extraordinary revelation that is!Life is nothing more than a spiritual journey. When the spirit is strong enough and tenacious enough, we can find our own divinity and become one with more divinity...
Little Jack couldn't understand this complicated description, so he shook his head and asked another question he hadn't asked before:
Father, I heard from my mother that after the Creator created this world, he divided into all things and did not actually exist. So why does his ‘sanctuary’ still exist?
As a seven or eight-year-old child, his logic is clear enough.
The man whose face was like a carved line was stunned for a moment, and his head turned a little further, as if he heard more whispers.
Suddenly, he lay down and knelt on the deck with his knees, and his exposed skin highlighted one blue-black thing after another.
He covered his head with his hands, his face twisted to abnormality, and he shouted in extreme pain:
They are lying!
…………
After lunch, after Old Neal promised to take him with him next time he went to the underground trading market, Klein slowly returned to the Black Thorn Security Company, considering whether to read the literature in the civilian office and practice his abilities, or to continue wandering outside while captain Dunn has not yet been banned and play the role of the divination club as the divination club.
However, before he could make a decision, he saw Dunn Smith coming in from the outside, wearing a black windbreaker and a half-tall top hat.
Captain, what's going on?Klein thought about the whereabouts of Antigonus family notes and asked with concern.
Dunn said in grey eyes, "I can't tell the slightest fatigue."
It has been confirmed by many sources that the notes of the Antigonus family are in the hands of Ryer Bieber, but he is completely missing.
I have told the night guard teams through telegrams, asking them to pay close attention to each port and each steam train station. The first batch of portraits printed were also mailed yesterday afternoon and will be published in major newspapers.
At this time, it would be great if there was a telephone, a fax machine, a surveillance camera, and big data... Unfortunately, I only know how to use it, and even understand the principles a little bit... Klein breathed silently.
However, no matter what, we have found the whereabouts of that note, and this is your credit. Of course, it needs further confirmation. I have sent a telegram to the Parish of Beckland, asking them to send someone to escort the seal No. 2049, which was a dangerous item that once belonged to the Antigonus family. It can help us know whether Riel Bieber is a descendant of the Antigonus family.
Level 2 seal... Danger... Use cautiously and restrainedly... Klein wanted to ask curiously what this seal was, what special abilities it has, and where the danger was, but he instantly remembered that he was not confidential enough, so he had to give up.
May the goddess protect us.Klein lit up the chest and drew a full moon.
Dunn nodded slightly while opening the door of his office:
The goddess has been protecting us, Klein, if you haven't chosen the "Divorcer" before, when this matter is confirmed, you should be able to become a formal team member and choose the "Sleepless One". Unfortunately, Ah... To be honest, I have never understood why you chose the "Divorcer". Although the "corpse collector" is resistant, you have seen Daly, and you should understand how powerful the "Psychic" is, and the "Spyker" is also a good choice. At least with Old Neil as a role model, the risk of losing control will be very low.
Klein prepared the answer to this question at the beginning, but Dunn never asked, and he only mentioned it casually until now.
He organized the following language:
What I am considering is that the ‘Divider’ and ‘Spying Man’ are auxiliary people who do not have to face the enemy all the time, which is too dangerous. You and Old Neil also said that in the mysterious and extraordinary fields, curiosity and exploration often bring terrible consequences. The description of the ‘Spying Man’ makes me feel worried, so... Heh, you know, I was just an ordinary college student not long ago, and timidity was the only reason I chose this way.
I have to say that this is an answer that I unexpectedly think is reasonable.Dunn rubbed his forehead and chuckled.
He half turned his body, his gray eyes looked up and down at Klein:
During this period, you continued to go out, no longer limited to the route from Welch's house to Iron Cross. Maybe, maybe you can sense that note to help us determine the whereabouts of Riel Bieber.
OKKlein found himself not to worry about it.
He said goodbye and turned around, and began to think silently in his heart:
Three, two…
Wait a minute.Dunn shouted.
Klein turned around and smiled slightly:
Captain, is there anything else?
Dunn coughed:
Well, the extraordinary auxiliary will also have to face the enemy. Although the 'Divorcer' sounds like it can avoid these, we cannot neglect it. You must keep the gun practice and strengthen your strength in a planned manner.
This is exactly what I'm trying to do.Klein pointed outside and I went out.
OK, uh, wait a moment.Dunn called him again and said while thinking, maybe I have to consider hiring a fighting teacher for you. Of course, the premise of this matter is that you become a formal team member.
Klein said yes, and asked cautiously:
Captain, there is nothing else to do, right?
there is none left.Seeing Klein's disbelief, Dunn shook his head and smiled lightly, and emphasized it, it was really nothing.
Then Klein walked out of the partition and said goodbye to Rosanne, Mrs. Oriana and others. He first went to the shooting club to do exercises, and then wandered around for an hour, carefully completing the task assigned by the captain.
After doing all this, he came to the divination club and saw the beautiful Ms. Angelica leisurely reading the magazine. Her jade legs, which were tightly wrapped in black stockings, were exposed outside. They looked so strong, but full of elasticity and tension.
"Family"... Klein silently read the name, carried a cane, walked over, smiled and said hello:
Good afternoon, Ms. Angelica.
Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti.Angelica calmly put down the magazine and stood up and said, "It's not long after you left yesterday that Mr. Glass has arrived, he has just recovered from a serious illness."
Klein breathed a sigh of relief and smiled:
This is a really happy thing.
Hearing this sentence, Angelica, who had been quietly observing him, couldn't help but lower her voice and asked curiously:
Mr. Glassis said, "You are a very, very, very magical doctor, right?"
What?Klein looked at the lady opposite in shock, suspected that he had auditory hallucinations.
Where can I tell that I am a doctor?
I don't know...
Its speed is not fast and its size is not large enough. In this disaster scene where the sky is integrated with the sea, it is like a dead leaf leaving the trees. However, no matter how rampant the hurricane or how terrifying the waves are, it sails safely without seeing the tilt.
Alger Wilson stood on the empty deck, looking at the huge waves around him, not knowing what he was thinking.
It was Monday again... He whispered silently.
It was the day for Mother Earth Goddess, and it was the beginning of a new round of prosperity and withering.
But for Alger, that has another meaning, it belongs to a mysterious existence that is always shrouded in the gray and white mist.
At least I haven't become a madman yet... He withdrew his gaze and laughed at himself.
At this time, one of his only crew members approached and asked respectfully:
Master Bishop, what are our goals for this voyage?
Alger looked around and replied in a turbulent tone:
Hunt for an Aurora ‘listener’.
……
The storm dissipated, the fog was filled, and there were artillery positions but still did not meet the trend of the times.
A boy with eight or nine years old, soft and submissive hair looked at the undisciplined pirates around him with fear, watching them enjoying big buckets of beer, watching them swing around with ropes, watching them mock each other, and even punching each other.
He turned his head and looked at the man in black robe standing in the shadow, and lowered his voice:
Father, where are we going?
Five days ago, he had the impression that he met his father for the first time in his memory, who called himself an adventurer's father.
If the oil painting left by his mother had not proved the other party's identity, if the orphanage had not been opening the door for him, he would have been unwilling to leave his hometown and follow this nearly unfamiliar close relative.
The man standing in the shadow lowered his head, looked at his son, and replied with a kind expression:
Jack, I will take you to a sacred place, the ‘sanctuary’ where the Creator once lived.
Is that the kingdom of God?Only when we mortals get gifts can we enter... Little Jack was taught well by his mother and had enough common sense. At this time, he was surprised and fearful.
The man standing in the shadow has an unforgettable face, which is like a stone sculpture completed by the most outstanding master.
He put his hand to his ear, posing in an almost dreamy tone:
Jack, ‘mortals’ is a wrong concept. The Creator created this world, He is everywhere, He exists in the body of every creature, so all things have divinity, and if they are rich to a certain extent, they can become angels. The seven false gods now are just more powerful angels.
You see, I can now hear the teachings of the Creator, Ah, what an extraordinary revelation that is!Life is nothing more than a spiritual journey. When the spirit is strong enough and tenacious enough, we can find our own divinity and become one with more divinity...
Little Jack couldn't understand this complicated description, so he shook his head and asked another question he hadn't asked before:
Father, I heard from my mother that after the Creator created this world, he divided into all things and did not actually exist. So why does his ‘sanctuary’ still exist?
As a seven or eight-year-old child, his logic is clear enough.
The man whose face was like a carved line was stunned for a moment, and his head turned a little further, as if he heard more whispers.
Suddenly, he lay down and knelt on the deck with his knees, and his exposed skin highlighted one blue-black thing after another.
He covered his head with his hands, his face twisted to abnormality, and he shouted in extreme pain:
They are lying!
…………
After lunch, after Old Neal promised to take him with him next time he went to the underground trading market, Klein slowly returned to the Black Thorn Security Company, considering whether to read the literature in the civilian office and practice his abilities, or to continue wandering outside while captain Dunn has not yet been banned and play the role of the divination club as the divination club.
However, before he could make a decision, he saw Dunn Smith coming in from the outside, wearing a black windbreaker and a half-tall top hat.
Captain, what's going on?Klein thought about the whereabouts of Antigonus family notes and asked with concern.
Dunn said in grey eyes, "I can't tell the slightest fatigue."
It has been confirmed by many sources that the notes of the Antigonus family are in the hands of Ryer Bieber, but he is completely missing.
I have told the night guard teams through telegrams, asking them to pay close attention to each port and each steam train station. The first batch of portraits printed were also mailed yesterday afternoon and will be published in major newspapers.
At this time, it would be great if there was a telephone, a fax machine, a surveillance camera, and big data... Unfortunately, I only know how to use it, and even understand the principles a little bit... Klein breathed silently.
However, no matter what, we have found the whereabouts of that note, and this is your credit. Of course, it needs further confirmation. I have sent a telegram to the Parish of Beckland, asking them to send someone to escort the seal No. 2049, which was a dangerous item that once belonged to the Antigonus family. It can help us know whether Riel Bieber is a descendant of the Antigonus family.
Level 2 seal... Danger... Use cautiously and restrainedly... Klein wanted to ask curiously what this seal was, what special abilities it has, and where the danger was, but he instantly remembered that he was not confidential enough, so he had to give up.
May the goddess protect us.Klein lit up the chest and drew a full moon.
Dunn nodded slightly while opening the door of his office:
The goddess has been protecting us, Klein, if you haven't chosen the "Divorcer" before, when this matter is confirmed, you should be able to become a formal team member and choose the "Sleepless One". Unfortunately, Ah... To be honest, I have never understood why you chose the "Divorcer". Although the "corpse collector" is resistant, you have seen Daly, and you should understand how powerful the "Psychic" is, and the "Spyker" is also a good choice. At least with Old Neil as a role model, the risk of losing control will be very low.
Klein prepared the answer to this question at the beginning, but Dunn never asked, and he only mentioned it casually until now.
He organized the following language:
What I am considering is that the ‘Divider’ and ‘Spying Man’ are auxiliary people who do not have to face the enemy all the time, which is too dangerous. You and Old Neil also said that in the mysterious and extraordinary fields, curiosity and exploration often bring terrible consequences. The description of the ‘Spying Man’ makes me feel worried, so... Heh, you know, I was just an ordinary college student not long ago, and timidity was the only reason I chose this way.
I have to say that this is an answer that I unexpectedly think is reasonable.Dunn rubbed his forehead and chuckled.
He half turned his body, his gray eyes looked up and down at Klein:
During this period, you continued to go out, no longer limited to the route from Welch's house to Iron Cross. Maybe, maybe you can sense that note to help us determine the whereabouts of Riel Bieber.
OKKlein found himself not to worry about it.
He said goodbye and turned around, and began to think silently in his heart:
Three, two…
Wait a minute.Dunn shouted.
Klein turned around and smiled slightly:
Captain, is there anything else?
Dunn coughed:
Well, the extraordinary auxiliary will also have to face the enemy. Although the 'Divorcer' sounds like it can avoid these, we cannot neglect it. You must keep the gun practice and strengthen your strength in a planned manner.
This is exactly what I'm trying to do.Klein pointed outside and I went out.
OK, uh, wait a moment.Dunn called him again and said while thinking, maybe I have to consider hiring a fighting teacher for you. Of course, the premise of this matter is that you become a formal team member.
Klein said yes, and asked cautiously:
Captain, there is nothing else to do, right?
there is none left.Seeing Klein's disbelief, Dunn shook his head and smiled lightly, and emphasized it, it was really nothing.
Then Klein walked out of the partition and said goodbye to Rosanne, Mrs. Oriana and others. He first went to the shooting club to do exercises, and then wandered around for an hour, carefully completing the task assigned by the captain.
After doing all this, he came to the divination club and saw the beautiful Ms. Angelica leisurely reading the magazine. Her jade legs, which were tightly wrapped in black stockings, were exposed outside. They looked so strong, but full of elasticity and tension.
"Family"... Klein silently read the name, carried a cane, walked over, smiled and said hello:
Good afternoon, Ms. Angelica.
Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti.Angelica calmly put down the magazine and stood up and said, "It's not long after you left yesterday that Mr. Glass has arrived, he has just recovered from a serious illness."
Klein breathed a sigh of relief and smiled:
This is a really happy thing.
Hearing this sentence, Angelica, who had been quietly observing him, couldn't help but lower her voice and asked curiously:
Mr. Glassis said, "You are a very, very, very magical doctor, right?"
What?Klein looked at the lady opposite in shock, suspected that he had auditory hallucinations.
Where can I tell that I am a doctor?
I don't know...
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