Secret: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

64

Melissa stood in front of the tomb, her eyes unfocused, as quiet as a delicate doll. Leonard looked sideways at this scene, feeling very sad and admiring the girl's strength. After learning the bad news, she never cried or made a fuss, and was so silent that it made people feel distressed.

After the priest's condolences and their respective prayers, the soil began to be filled in, and the black coffin was covered bit by bit.

After the grave pit was filled and the stone slab was covered, Leonard took one last look at Klein's tombstone. His epitaph contained three lines:

“The best brother;”

“The best brother;”

"Best co-worker."

The body of another fallen Nighthawk, Dunn Smith, had been requiemed by the Beyonders sent by the Holy Church and buried two days in advance. The promotion potion prepared by the Holy Church for him had been given to others. It is said that there are still some special occult connections that can help them find the murderer. In a sad atmosphere, people from the Blackthorn Security Company gradually left. Leonard was overwhelmed by the heavy sadness. He lowered his head and quietly followed his companions away without disturbing the grieving relatives.

At the corner of the street, Leonard, Frye and others separated, returned to their own apartments, closed the curtains, locked the door, and sat on the chairs as if they were powerless.

"Old man." In the darkness, Leonard seemed to be talking to himself or asking, "Why is Klein facing Ince Zangwill alone? Why is he alone? Why didn't I wake up? Come?"

"Normal people should not wake up so quickly when faced with the sleeping blessings of gods. Your colleague has quite a secret." Pales replied.

"...You know what I'm asking." Leonard leaned back in his chair and covered his eyes with his hands, "You could have woken me up, right? I could have fought with him, at least I wouldn't have let him Facing a Sequence Five alone, and then having his neck broken and dying miserably!"

Palles snorted coldly: "What's the use of waking you up? Do you expect me to defeat that Sequence Five, defeat that Sequence Five with a level 0 sealed object, or do you and he deliver the special characteristics to your door? His characteristics have been Take it away, if you want to fight side by side, then it won’t be troublesome for me to change hosts?”

Hearing this, Leonard looked angry. He suddenly stood up and paced back and forth anxiously in the dark room.

He wanted to find some reason to retaliate to this parasite, but the further he walked, the uglier his expression became. Finally, he sat back on the chair, covered his face with his hands, and bent down deeply.

"...Ince Zangwill." He almost gritted his teeth and read out the name, wishing he could chew every word before spitting it out. "You must live until I become stronger, and then kill Your day!”

"Hey, the culprit of this incident is no longer the janitor, but the guy who killed your captain and killed more than 3,000 people in Tingen."

Pales said jokingly: "There are benefits to living. You still have the opportunity to take revenge with your own hands, but it may be difficult for you to avenge your captain."

Leonard was silent for a few seconds. He wiped his face vigorously, took a few deep breaths, adjusted his state to be no different from usual, and then asked seriously: "Old man, do you know that person?" ?”

"I know, to be precise, it's not a human being, it's a "demon". "

demon? Leonard tilted his head, feeling that the tone in which Pales said this word was unusual. It was more like a specific reference or the name of a potion than an ordinary noun: "Who is that?"

"An angel, an angel on earth, I have never been in contact with him." Pales thought for a moment, "Other demons would also do it to simply massacre the city, but to help the evil god "True Creator" descend, no one else but him could do it. "

Leonard tightened his pants and asked nervously: "What is His name?"

"I won't tell you."

"...Then what does He look like?"

"You can't know either."

"Why?" Leonard raised his voice in astonishment, "If I don't know His name and appearance, how can I...notify this matter to the church? How can I give an explanation to the more than three thousand innocent lives of Tingen?"

"Silly boy, do you think you, the Church of the Night, are all freeloaders? Do you think you know which demon it is? Take a step back, the goddess of the night even took a look at it herself at that time. This matter is not your turn to worry about." Pallet Si chuckled, making Leonard feel embarrassed immediately, "I won't tell you his name to protect you, because he is very face-blind."

Leonard slowly typed a question mark: "What do you mean?"

"I don't know why, but he doesn't recognize people."

Pales clicked his tongue twice, and his tone was a little subtle when he mentioned this matter: "Unless you have been with him for a long time or have obvious personal characteristics, he will not be able to remember it. Even if you talked to him, he will not remember it now. It’s time to forget your face. It’s a good thing that He doesn’t know you. But if you know Him, can you control yourself in front of Him? Can you not lose your composure?”

"When the time comes, it will be nothing more than you attracting His attention, and it will also implicate me." Pales sighed, "Anyway, I don't want to face Him in this state."

"..." Leonard scratched his hair, thinking to no avail, and could only sigh, "I understand, old man, thank you for talking to me."

"Why are you thanking me? I just don't want to change hosts frequently." Pales's voice gradually weakened. He spent a lot of accumulated strength in the game with the devil. Now he can no longer suppress his fatigue and urgently needs Recovering from a deep sleep, "Being a red glove or anything else is your own business. Don't wake me up until there is danger..."

"Yeah." Leonard said firmly, "I understand."

65

In the cold wind of the cemetery late at night, Mr. Fool, who had just been resurrected and was very confused and confused, Klein Moretti turned his head with difficulty. His neck bones seemed to have not been completely repaired, and he felt a pain similar to a stiff neck.

It really hurts... He couldn't help but frown. When the whole city fell into silence, Ince Zangwill came to the Blackthorn Security Company somehow. He wanted to pretend to be faint, but he couldn't help but watch the traitor curse as he approached the captain's body. He only had time to do a few tricks before he was brutally killed by the other party. The last sight was when he saw the other party picking up the urn.

Klein carefully avoided the gravekeeper and left the cemetery. He recalled what he had just done and planned what he would do next: go to the "Land of Hope" and the "Capital of Ten Thousand Capitals" Backlund.

The hope of becoming stronger, the clues, and the whereabouts of Ince Zangwill all pointed to that place, and Backlund had to go. Another thing was that when he was trying to divine "the murderer of Dunn Smith" above the gray fog, he suddenly felt as cold as falling into an ice cave and a fear deeper than death. The warning of spiritual intuition made him He stopped the divination in panic, and only found that his back was soaked in cold sweat when he returned to the real world.

Huh... that murderer is more terrifying than I imagined, and even the gray fog can't stop him. I didn't feel this way when I divined the "Eternal Blazing Sun". Could it be that the murderer had malicious intentions towards me? Or in terms of personality - no, no, that is the true God, and it cannot be higher than the "Eternal Blazing Sun". It should be my own fear that amplified my spiritual intuition.

Before going out, he turned back for the last time, looking in the direction of Dunn's grave. Finally, he sighed lonely and left with firm steps.

After walking silently for a while, Klein began to feel tired. But as a "dead person", apart from the clothes he was wearing, the citrine pendant, and the Azik bronze whistle, he had no other items, including gold pounds, sulers, and pennies. He was penniless.

Should I blow the brass whistle now and ask Mr. Azik to come to my aid? ...Fortunately, I still have the 300 pounds that Miss Justice gave me before, which is enough to support my expenses for a long time... What day of the week is it today? Take out the money tomorrow and buy a newspaper...Ah, I'm so sleepy...I can't go home...What I have to do can't involve Melissa and Benson...It's not too cold tonight, just find a place to sleep. Take a nap...

While thinking about it, Klein found a corner to shelter from the wind, sat down, took off his coat, covered himself with it, and fell asleep with his back against the wall.

Not long after he slept, he was suddenly woken up by someone and saw a police officer holding a short stick looking at him fiercely.

"You can't sleep here!" the policeman said fiercely. "The streets and parks are not places for you lazy tramps who don't want to do anything to sleep! This is now a requirement of the Poor Law!"

Poor Law? Klein was stunned for a moment, but because of his sensitive identity, he did not argue with the other party. He took his coat and was about to leave when he heard the police officer say reluctantly: "Why are there still homeless people? What a bad luck!"

besides? Klein was stopped by this word. He looked back at the police officer, hoping that the other party would say more. Probably because Klein's clothes were quite neat and his behavior seemed to be educated, the police officer did not immediately speak harshly to him. Instead, he looked at him up and down several times and spoke in an unfriendly tone, but it was not exactly disgusting. :"Do you have any opinion?"

"A big fire broke out in Lower Street last week, burning down most of the block. Don't you know? Even the people and shacks were burned. When the police came out to suppress it, they also killed many criminals who wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble! Without these The homeless people who affect the appearance of the city, the security on the streets of Tingen has been much better this week, and everyone does not have to worry about being robbed when going out at night. Isn’t this a good thing?”

"What are you still standing here for? Do you want to be arrested?"

The police officer shook the handcuffs hanging on his belt and looked unhappy.

Klein was speechless for a moment.

He stopped staying and turned around to leave. If it was true that he was slightly agitated when he was woken up before, then after hearing these remarks, Klein's arousal was completely dispelled by unspeakable sadness. He knew that he could not demand the people of this era based on the moral values ​​of modern society, but, but - how could he be like this, how could he treat the death of an innocent person so lightly as something worthy of joy!

Aren’t homeless people human? They just want to survive, it's not necessarily their fault to be homeless, how could it, how could you...

How could you say it in such a tone? !

What chilled him even more was the number of people who thought so and were happy about it as a matter of course.

He screamed silently in his heart, and his sleepiness disappeared without a trace. He walked on the street, stopping and walking, sometimes confused and painful, sometimes determined and angry. In this way, he walked alone in the deserted streets until dawn.

After dawn, he went into the bank and took out part of his property, buying clothes, luggage and tickets.

In the station, Klein hesitated for a long time, but finally couldn't resist the urge to see his brother and sister again, so he rushed out of the station and went straight to their home on Daffodil Street. Just as the brother and sister were going out, Klein followed Benson and Melissa, who were solemn and solemn in black, and walked for a long time. There was an invisible high wall between them.

The sadness of not being able to change even if he vaguely knew his fate, the weakness of being able to only witness his captain dying in front of him, the helplessness of not being able to recognize his relatives while being so close, the pain of having a peaceful family life collapse in just a few hours, and He had to struggle to survive in the crisis, trying his best to kill a terrifyingly powerful enemy without overestimating his abilities... All kinds of emotions and barriers were finally condensed into a clown's face with oil paint and an exaggerated and funny smile. .

He bowed and handed over the Seville chrysanthemum. Seeing these brightly colored flowers finally illuminated his sister's dark eyes for a moment.

TBC

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*Klein’s journey to Backlund begins here.

*Don't be surprised if you feel that what Edward did is inconsistent with his identity. Because the real character of the Declined King is completely different from what it is now. Almost all the preferences, interests, concepts, ways of dealing with people, and even speaking styles that everyone has seen so far are imitated by the real "Edward Vaughn". Except for his own inner words when speaking in the first person, everything else is basically the same. It's acting.