"...Mr. Gobelin?" The thorn monk turned around, "Is that so?"
Gobelin immediately replied, "Of course not -"
"Let's go back to the murder case in the Golden Age," Hesta said softly. "In that carefully planned murder at sea, a man survived from the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, and waited for the final rescue. After that, there was no news about him. None, and it was not until his later years that he wrote his memoirs, revealing everything that happened on the terrifying liner... However, these manuscripts were lost during the blackout era, and we can no longer read them now."
"Then how did you know?"
"Because I just read a profile of a character from that year this morning."
"Where did it come from?"
"The adjudicator naturally has the channel of adjudicator," Hesta replied calmly, "But what was the name of the only survivor back then? Do you want to know?"
Gobelin was startled and already guessed the answer from Hesta's reaction.
He was silent for a long time, and finally spoke with some uncertainty: "...Heinchy Gobelin?"
"Yes, the last survivor of that year was none other than Roboglier's chief secretary, Heinrich Gobelin."
Gobelin stood there, and all the crowd's eyes turned to him.
Hesta retracted his gaze, "The note in the "Guide" was probably written by him. If we continue to follow the direction guided by these old texts, it will be nothing more than repeating everything that happened back then... Maybe this is what you Gobelin would like to see, but I don’t think it’s necessary.”
"These are just your words..." Gobelin looked at the companion next to him again, "Don't believe her. Once you read the "Guide", some things will completely change, even if it is paraphrased -"
"Can I say a few words?"
A voice came from the periphery of the crowd. People followed the sound and looked at the middle-aged man next to Mantel at the same time.
Hesta was surprised for a moment - it was Anna's voice.
"None of us want to see disagreements," Anna's voice was hoarse than yesterday, but it sounded a little more kind to an elderly person. "No matter what, it is a difficult time now. If there are such disputes and suspicions internally, it will definitely It is not conducive for everyone to reach the end safely. Perhaps, as an elder, I should also share some of my thoughts..."
Hesta narrowed her eyes.
"……Tell me?"
"The difference between you is whether to share this "Guide" in public. You two have different opinions, one is the former adjudicator, and the other is the current adjudicator. You generally have your own reasons," Anna said with a smile. "So why not give the choice to the passengers here?"
"Yes!" Gobelin immediately agreed, "Those who don't want to listen can leave now -"
Ana shook her head, "No."
"……What?"
"If we let everyone leave now, there is a possibility of being coerced," Anna said softly. "Maybe some people want to stay, but have to leave due to pressure... We should at least leave some time to think."
"Then," Hesta looked at her, "I can post all these documents in a designated location, and those who are willing to see them can go there on their own. What do you think?"
Anna shrugged lightly, "It seems like a good choice."
"It just saves me the trouble of talking." Hesta patted the document on his lap, "That's it, I will post three copies of the "Guide" at the Grace Theater before three o'clock in the afternoon. , the Navigation Museum and the observation deck on the stern deck, we will meet again at Bishop’s Restaurant at nine o’clock tomorrow morning.”
"Well..." Gustave in the crowd raised his hand, "Should we still discuss today's death notice? Maybe someone has received a new 'night banquet invitation'...?"
"Don't worry. Rene already received it in the early hours of last night, and I have already communicated with him what to pay attention to today." Hesta replied casually, "I think everyone is safe today."
…
"Anna."
Among the people exiting the theater, Hesta stopped the person in front of him.
Mantel stopped and turned Anna's wheelchair around.
Anna looked very gentle: "What's wrong, young man?"
"Do you have anything else to do next?" Hesta said, "I want to talk to you."
"Well..." Anna pondered for a moment, "Theoretically, I can't stay out for too long... This will cause trouble to a lot of people."
"It doesn't matter to me!" Mantel replied immediately, "My duty time today is also at night."
"If you are referring to safety issues, I don't think you need to worry," Hesta said softly, "Riko and I will follow you until you reach a safe location."
"...Okay," Anna smiled, "Since it's your request, I guess some people won't mind too much... Where to go?"
"Let's go to the observation deck on the top floor. There's a copy machine next to the museum, so we're on our way."
"good."
After getting Anna's nod, Rico walked over and picked Anna up from the wheelchair, "Ms. Mantel, you don't have to follow me from now on."
"Hey?" Mantel was a little at a loss, "What are you doing?"
"Change the wheelchair," Hestad slowly got out of his wheelchair, "After all, Rico will be responsible for Ms. Anna's safety... I remember you are using an electric one, right?"
Hesta pressed the armrest and sat down directly in Anna's position.
…
The wind was a bit strong at high altitudes, so the three of them stopped in a leeward place.
Hesta operated the wheelchair, facing the sea in the distance side by side with Anna. She adjusted the position of the wheelchair's legs and spoke softly: "When Si Lei said this was a copycat crime, I still had doubts. I didn't expect it to be true." Copycat crime..."
"Huh? Who to imitate?"
"Albodonica in homage," Hesta looked at Anna, "or should I say, homage to her?"
Ana smiled and said nothing, "You invited me here just to talk about this?"
"Not really, I want to talk about that exhibition again," Hestad lowered his eyes slightly, "Do you still remember the exhibition hall we first met, the silver banyan tree projected in the air."
"I remember."
"...At that time Turan asked you what the phrase "Maybe the ancient 'Gulf of Leiber' never existed" on the wall meant. Before you could answer, Robbeglier broke in."
"Um."
"What did you want to say at that time?"
Anna tilted her head slightly, "What's your answer?"
"That's a metaphor, right?" Hesta looked at Anna with piercing eyes, "The ancient Supreme Praise and the Ascension in front of me are reflections of each other, and the 'Lebo Bay' where Alecto lives has always existed. In people's imagination, it has never been realized?'"
