160 Berklund Street, Dawn Dances's residence.
Klein stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the drizzle of rain falling with the wind, hitting the ground, falling on the glass, and intertwining it into a net.
Since the fall, Beckland has started to rain again, which brings lingering coldness and dampness.
Klein had not moved for a long time, just looking in the distance in a blurry rain scene, with no focus on his eyes.
It was not until the inspiration was touched that he restrained his thoughts that were as fluttering as drizzle and turned his head to look next to him.
Renette Tinikol, carrying four blonde and red-eyed heads, bit a letter and walked out of the void.
Who sent it this time?Klein habitually asked Miss Courier.
The last letter he received was from Sharon, who told him that he had successfully passed the ceremony and was promoted to the prisoner's route to the Sequence 4 Puppet.
Klein first gave a few sincere congratulations, and then apologized to tell the other party that he had already got what he wanted and would not go to Calderon City, the spiritual world in the short term.
Of course, he also said that there are quite a few secrets hidden there, which may be related to himself, and he will probably go there after a while. At that time, if Miss Sharon has free and willingness, I hope to get her help.
For Klein, on the one hand, he might have to look for the materials for his promotion in the future. On the other hand, he believes that the magical city involves the ancient god of death, the ancestor of the immortal bird, Grey Carrie, and may have a way to treat Mr. Azke's spiritual incompleteness. Even if the Death Consul cannot give him a chance to be promoted, he hopes that he will no longer suffer from repeated amnesia.
Of course, Klein also has a prepared plan for this, that is, to wait until he is promoted to Sequence 3 Ancient scholar, prepare more talismans for Mr. Azke yesterday, or directly apply corresponding extraordinary abilities to help him recover quickly every time he loses his memory.
At this time, Klein had already received the letter, and Renette Tynikol responded in sequence with four heads:
That... undead... fool...
...Patrick Brann Ah of the Artificial Death Sect of the Spirit Cult... Klein easily understood who the messenger was talking about, because Patrick was the one who wrote to him the most frequently in the past two months. He basically reported and asked for instructions on any important matters.
After these few times, Renette Tynikoll gave him the nickname.
Miss Courier had never shown this hobby before, and I don't know when it started... Most of the people who wrote me often had nicknames, except Miss Sharon... Crane muttered to himself while unfolding the letter paper and browsing it quickly.
Patrick Brann said in his letter that the Southern Continent's orders were no longer to make him make various attempts to awaken Death, but to prepare a special ceremony to help the angel in the death field in the tomb, Haitre, the leader of the artificial Death Sect, recover further, so that He could temporarily leave the self-sealed land.
Such an order doesn't seem to be a big problem on the surface, but it's a little abrupt, but Klein still noticed that something was wrong.
The artificial Death Sect in the Southern Continent, the spiritual sect in the Southern Continent, asked Patrick to continue holding strange and dangerous rituals several times, trying to awaken the "Death", but I told him to fool him with excuses such as the inability to collect materials and the final failure of the experiment. Now, they finally suspect that Patrick has a problem?Klein nodded thoughtfully.
He suspected that this was a temptation against Patrick Brann, through a ritual temptation pointing to the angels!
Angels respond to rituals all over the world.
Well, as long as you haven't suspected that there is something wrong with the artificial god of death. After all, they have inherited a large legacy of the Gubailang Empire. Who knows if there is a way to influence the goddess to master the uniqueness of the path of death, so that neither side can get any benefits... Klein analyzed it for a while and breathed a sigh of relief.
As for the temptation of the angel in the realm of death, he did not think there was a big problem, because the fool could also mobilize forces close to this level to interfere in the form of angel embrace. As long as the great priest named Haitre does not come directly, but exerts influence from the air, he can cleverly mislead.
Understanding this, Klein shook his wrist and made Patrick Brann's letter ignite a red flame. While returning to the desk, he flipped out the paper and pen, and wrote:
...You can do as your teacher told you, but before the actual ceremony, be sure to report to me and get my permission...
Because the reply interval is very short, Patrick Brann is likely to have not left where he was. Klein did not summon the other party's messenger, blew the adventurer's harmonica, and handed the folded letter paper to Renette Tinikol.
…………
In the sparse drizzle, I was wearing a simple tree sap raincoat, hiding in the dark corner, staring at the side door of Viscount Steford's house.
At this time, it was not evening, but the gas street lights had been lit one after another, emitting halos in the rain.
After a while, a taxi carriage drove from a distance and stopped in front of the side door in a remote location.
The male servant of the Viscount's family who was hiding in a blocked place immediately jumped out and opened an umbrella.
He protected the cloaked woman who had come out of the carriage and quickly passed through the side door, while the taxi carriage stopped in place without leaving, and seemed to have collected enough money.
Xiu still didn't see the woman's appearance clearly, but she was not depressed at all. She waited patiently in the cold rain, as if she had turned into a statue, motionless.
She planned to wait until the other party came out and try to follow and confirm her identity.
This was not only her chance to get the Judge's potion formula, but also her purpose in coming to Beckland to investigate the truth about her father's death!
It is precisely because of this motivation that Hugh persisted in surveillance of Viscount Steford until today. Other intelligence personnel from the MIIS Ninth Department had already completed their mission on their own when nothing had happened in the previous few months. Even the golden masked man who gave the commission had not asked about the relevant matters for many weeks, and he obviously didn't care about it.
In the bedroom of Viscount Steford, a beautiful brown-haired girl in a silk nightgown sat in front of the dressing table and found a treasure-like trick on the skin care products and cosmetics.
Viscount Steford, who was already middle-aged, wore a men's nightgown and walked wet behind the beautiful girl with wet hair. He smiled at her in the mirror and said:
Sherman, you no longer need them to add extra glory to you.
This is just a female instinct.The girl named Sherman smiled and raised her hand, holding the palm of the Viscount pressed on her shoulder in the opposite direction.
Viscount Steford smiled gently:
When you fiddled with them, you felt innocent and pure. Haha, you made me regain my youth, just like I was back when I was seventeen or eighteen years old.
Without waiting for Sherman to respond, he said to himself:
My wife has passed away for several years. I thought I would live like this until I was summoned by the Lord. Unexpectedly, when I met you, after a while, the pressure accumulated by Beckland was released, and I would find an opportunity to enter the temple of marriage with you.
Marriage... Are you going to marry me?Sherman was stunned for a moment and asked in disbelief.
Viscount Steford smiled and said:
Meeting you is the gift of the Lord. Although you are not noble enough, I have already had a marriage and don’t need to pay too much attention to this.Of course, I will also find a way to improve your status. Well, first find a businessman and let him recognize you as an illegitimate daughter...
He talked about his plan in a vague way, and saw Sherman's eyes gradually covered with mist in the mirror.
What I think most valuable is that I treat you well, you will treat me more than ten times better, without any concealment.Viscount Steford smiled and lowered his head, kissing Sherman on the top of his head.
Sherman opened her mouth, as if she was crying, and as if she was laughing.
Until the light rain stopped and night fell, Xiu finally waited for the woman in a dark red cloak to come out and board the carriage.
After remembering the characteristics of the carriage, you will be distant from afar, relying on the extraordinary ability of the sheriff and the wet conditions of the streets at night, tracking your goals by walking and running.
When Yixiu was almost unable to hold on, the carriage finally stopped.
Xiu was so energetic that he changed his locked target from the carriage to the woman in the dark red cape and continued to follow.
During this process, she was a little surprised to find that the woman had strong anti-tracking ability, sometimes circled around and sometimes made a pause with the help of obstacles.
However, this is not a problem. She is an experienced sheriff, patiently following from afar without getting close.
Just when she intuitively thought that the woman was not too far from her final destination and was about to catch up, she suddenly smelled a sweet and empty fragrance.
In the fragrance, Xiu was confused for a moment, and then completely lost the trace of his target.
And the fragrance disappeared, and it seemed to have never appeared.
...Xu's pupils dilated slightly, and he didn't dare to search the surroundings for traces.
In a rental house, Tris, who was gentle and sweet, couldn't take his eyes away, looked at Sherman, who looked in front of the mirror and said:
You seem to be in a good mood.
How about it, this last task isn't too difficult to accept, right?
When you are finished, you can leave Beckland and live the life you want.
Sherman was stunned for a moment, and her expression became very complicated, and she felt a little lost, as if she suddenly woke up from a beautiful dream.
She didn't turn her head, her lips moved for a while before she spoke:
He said he wanted to marry me...
Tris raised his eyebrows:
You and I should be very clear about this.
If he really wants to marry you, he will not be on guard against you and will want to have a child with you. Haha, is that what he did?
Hearing her question, Sherman's expression gradually became depressed.
Tris stood up and smiled:
I will not stop you from pursuing your love. If you want to turn the deadline of this task into a lifetime, then you should think about what you want to do.
She finished her words lightly, walked to the door and left the rental house.
As he went down the stairs, Tris suddenly looked at her shoes, laughed softly, and said as if he was sarcastic and self-deprecating:
love……
Klein stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the drizzle of rain falling with the wind, hitting the ground, falling on the glass, and intertwining it into a net.
Since the fall, Beckland has started to rain again, which brings lingering coldness and dampness.
Klein had not moved for a long time, just looking in the distance in a blurry rain scene, with no focus on his eyes.
It was not until the inspiration was touched that he restrained his thoughts that were as fluttering as drizzle and turned his head to look next to him.
Renette Tinikol, carrying four blonde and red-eyed heads, bit a letter and walked out of the void.
Who sent it this time?Klein habitually asked Miss Courier.
The last letter he received was from Sharon, who told him that he had successfully passed the ceremony and was promoted to the prisoner's route to the Sequence 4 Puppet.
Klein first gave a few sincere congratulations, and then apologized to tell the other party that he had already got what he wanted and would not go to Calderon City, the spiritual world in the short term.
Of course, he also said that there are quite a few secrets hidden there, which may be related to himself, and he will probably go there after a while. At that time, if Miss Sharon has free and willingness, I hope to get her help.
For Klein, on the one hand, he might have to look for the materials for his promotion in the future. On the other hand, he believes that the magical city involves the ancient god of death, the ancestor of the immortal bird, Grey Carrie, and may have a way to treat Mr. Azke's spiritual incompleteness. Even if the Death Consul cannot give him a chance to be promoted, he hopes that he will no longer suffer from repeated amnesia.
Of course, Klein also has a prepared plan for this, that is, to wait until he is promoted to Sequence 3 Ancient scholar, prepare more talismans for Mr. Azke yesterday, or directly apply corresponding extraordinary abilities to help him recover quickly every time he loses his memory.
At this time, Klein had already received the letter, and Renette Tynikol responded in sequence with four heads:
That... undead... fool...
...Patrick Brann Ah of the Artificial Death Sect of the Spirit Cult... Klein easily understood who the messenger was talking about, because Patrick was the one who wrote to him the most frequently in the past two months. He basically reported and asked for instructions on any important matters.
After these few times, Renette Tynikoll gave him the nickname.
Miss Courier had never shown this hobby before, and I don't know when it started... Most of the people who wrote me often had nicknames, except Miss Sharon... Crane muttered to himself while unfolding the letter paper and browsing it quickly.
Patrick Brann said in his letter that the Southern Continent's orders were no longer to make him make various attempts to awaken Death, but to prepare a special ceremony to help the angel in the death field in the tomb, Haitre, the leader of the artificial Death Sect, recover further, so that He could temporarily leave the self-sealed land.
Such an order doesn't seem to be a big problem on the surface, but it's a little abrupt, but Klein still noticed that something was wrong.
The artificial Death Sect in the Southern Continent, the spiritual sect in the Southern Continent, asked Patrick to continue holding strange and dangerous rituals several times, trying to awaken the "Death", but I told him to fool him with excuses such as the inability to collect materials and the final failure of the experiment. Now, they finally suspect that Patrick has a problem?Klein nodded thoughtfully.
He suspected that this was a temptation against Patrick Brann, through a ritual temptation pointing to the angels!
Angels respond to rituals all over the world.
Well, as long as you haven't suspected that there is something wrong with the artificial god of death. After all, they have inherited a large legacy of the Gubailang Empire. Who knows if there is a way to influence the goddess to master the uniqueness of the path of death, so that neither side can get any benefits... Klein analyzed it for a while and breathed a sigh of relief.
As for the temptation of the angel in the realm of death, he did not think there was a big problem, because the fool could also mobilize forces close to this level to interfere in the form of angel embrace. As long as the great priest named Haitre does not come directly, but exerts influence from the air, he can cleverly mislead.
Understanding this, Klein shook his wrist and made Patrick Brann's letter ignite a red flame. While returning to the desk, he flipped out the paper and pen, and wrote:
...You can do as your teacher told you, but before the actual ceremony, be sure to report to me and get my permission...
Because the reply interval is very short, Patrick Brann is likely to have not left where he was. Klein did not summon the other party's messenger, blew the adventurer's harmonica, and handed the folded letter paper to Renette Tinikol.
…………
In the sparse drizzle, I was wearing a simple tree sap raincoat, hiding in the dark corner, staring at the side door of Viscount Steford's house.
At this time, it was not evening, but the gas street lights had been lit one after another, emitting halos in the rain.
After a while, a taxi carriage drove from a distance and stopped in front of the side door in a remote location.
The male servant of the Viscount's family who was hiding in a blocked place immediately jumped out and opened an umbrella.
He protected the cloaked woman who had come out of the carriage and quickly passed through the side door, while the taxi carriage stopped in place without leaving, and seemed to have collected enough money.
Xiu still didn't see the woman's appearance clearly, but she was not depressed at all. She waited patiently in the cold rain, as if she had turned into a statue, motionless.
She planned to wait until the other party came out and try to follow and confirm her identity.
This was not only her chance to get the Judge's potion formula, but also her purpose in coming to Beckland to investigate the truth about her father's death!
It is precisely because of this motivation that Hugh persisted in surveillance of Viscount Steford until today. Other intelligence personnel from the MIIS Ninth Department had already completed their mission on their own when nothing had happened in the previous few months. Even the golden masked man who gave the commission had not asked about the relevant matters for many weeks, and he obviously didn't care about it.
In the bedroom of Viscount Steford, a beautiful brown-haired girl in a silk nightgown sat in front of the dressing table and found a treasure-like trick on the skin care products and cosmetics.
Viscount Steford, who was already middle-aged, wore a men's nightgown and walked wet behind the beautiful girl with wet hair. He smiled at her in the mirror and said:
Sherman, you no longer need them to add extra glory to you.
This is just a female instinct.The girl named Sherman smiled and raised her hand, holding the palm of the Viscount pressed on her shoulder in the opposite direction.
Viscount Steford smiled gently:
When you fiddled with them, you felt innocent and pure. Haha, you made me regain my youth, just like I was back when I was seventeen or eighteen years old.
Without waiting for Sherman to respond, he said to himself:
My wife has passed away for several years. I thought I would live like this until I was summoned by the Lord. Unexpectedly, when I met you, after a while, the pressure accumulated by Beckland was released, and I would find an opportunity to enter the temple of marriage with you.
Marriage... Are you going to marry me?Sherman was stunned for a moment and asked in disbelief.
Viscount Steford smiled and said:
Meeting you is the gift of the Lord. Although you are not noble enough, I have already had a marriage and don’t need to pay too much attention to this.Of course, I will also find a way to improve your status. Well, first find a businessman and let him recognize you as an illegitimate daughter...
He talked about his plan in a vague way, and saw Sherman's eyes gradually covered with mist in the mirror.
What I think most valuable is that I treat you well, you will treat me more than ten times better, without any concealment.Viscount Steford smiled and lowered his head, kissing Sherman on the top of his head.
Sherman opened her mouth, as if she was crying, and as if she was laughing.
Until the light rain stopped and night fell, Xiu finally waited for the woman in a dark red cloak to come out and board the carriage.
After remembering the characteristics of the carriage, you will be distant from afar, relying on the extraordinary ability of the sheriff and the wet conditions of the streets at night, tracking your goals by walking and running.
When Yixiu was almost unable to hold on, the carriage finally stopped.
Xiu was so energetic that he changed his locked target from the carriage to the woman in the dark red cape and continued to follow.
During this process, she was a little surprised to find that the woman had strong anti-tracking ability, sometimes circled around and sometimes made a pause with the help of obstacles.
However, this is not a problem. She is an experienced sheriff, patiently following from afar without getting close.
Just when she intuitively thought that the woman was not too far from her final destination and was about to catch up, she suddenly smelled a sweet and empty fragrance.
In the fragrance, Xiu was confused for a moment, and then completely lost the trace of his target.
And the fragrance disappeared, and it seemed to have never appeared.
...Xu's pupils dilated slightly, and he didn't dare to search the surroundings for traces.
In a rental house, Tris, who was gentle and sweet, couldn't take his eyes away, looked at Sherman, who looked in front of the mirror and said:
You seem to be in a good mood.
How about it, this last task isn't too difficult to accept, right?
When you are finished, you can leave Beckland and live the life you want.
Sherman was stunned for a moment, and her expression became very complicated, and she felt a little lost, as if she suddenly woke up from a beautiful dream.
She didn't turn her head, her lips moved for a while before she spoke:
He said he wanted to marry me...
Tris raised his eyebrows:
You and I should be very clear about this.
If he really wants to marry you, he will not be on guard against you and will want to have a child with you. Haha, is that what he did?
Hearing her question, Sherman's expression gradually became depressed.
Tris stood up and smiled:
I will not stop you from pursuing your love. If you want to turn the deadline of this task into a lifetime, then you should think about what you want to do.
She finished her words lightly, walked to the door and left the rental house.
As he went down the stairs, Tris suddenly looked at her shoes, laughed softly, and said as if he was sarcastic and self-deprecating:
love……
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