Inside the ruined Blackthorn Security Company, there were burnt marks and broken things everywhere, but there was no sound at all. It was like a tomb.
After a few minutes, Leonard Mitchell's body moved and his eyes slowly opened.
He saw Dai Li sitting at the door of Chanis Gate. He looked at her as if she had lost her soul and sat there, leaning against Chanis Gate and motionless. The Chanis door was closed quietly, looking particularly quiet among the ruins.
Leonard looked around and saw no trace of Klein, and a trace of panic emerged in his heart.
"Ms. Daly, where is Klein? We won, right? Klein, are you going to rest?" Leonard's voice was trembling. Daley leaned against Chanis Gate and did not respond to Leonard's question. After a while, Dai Li raised her head, and Leonard saw her face covered with tears. Leonard suddenly trembled and looked at Dai Li in front of him in disbelief.
"He saved Tingen." Dai Li's voice was a little hoarse: "He is behind the Chanis Gate, with the true Creator's divine vessel."
No... Leonard squeezed out a word from his throat. He staggered, half crawled and half walked to the Chanis door, and gently pressed his hands against the cold Chanis door.
Klein didn't even leave a body behind.
He kept numbly searching around for Klein's body, but in the end he could only accept the unchangeable result. He opened up a piece of rubble and saw three burnt fingers.
Leonard's legs weakened and he knelt on the spot. His green eyes were filled with pain. Tears fell one after another across his face, washing away the blood and dust.
He listened intently for two seconds, then suddenly lay down half-lying, roared angrily, clenched his fists, and punched the floor hard.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Leonard kept crying and beating the floor. His grief was filled with obvious hatred and a clear sense of self-loathing.
"Tingen's story is over, but a good story never ends."
0-0-8 was written on the ground. Ince Zangwill drank the prepared potion and was trying hard to control the spirituality overflowing from his body. His body became younger, and even the injuries he suffered before were recovering quickly. Soon, he looked young and strong.
"The unknown hero saved Tingen and left the Church of the Night. His name will only be remembered by a few people, and will never be known to others."
"Ince Zangwill fulfilled his long-cherished wish and became a demigod. But what Ince Zangwill doesn't know is that everything in the world has a certain destiny, and fate reincarnates and goes back and forth."
"Everyone will be crushed by the fate they choose."
"Are you sure you want to write this?" The High-dimensional Overlooker held 0-0-8, which was completely contaminated by his extraordinary characteristics, and said to the Ring of Fate, who was invited by him to watch the show. The Ring of Fate, which had just provided two riddles in the ears of the high-dimensional overlooker, nodded, and the high-dimensional overlooker immediately picked up his pen and added the last sentence:
"So, Backlund's story is about to begin."
He looked at the ring of destiny that was about to be tried, and laughed "haha".
Another man was tricked into boarding a pirate ship.
…
Klein woke up from his sleep and subconsciously straightened his body. He looked around him blankly and found that everything he saw was very unfamiliar.
"Where is this?" Klein murmured to himself. He saw that his right hand was wrapped in white gauze, and the broken bones of his upper arm were carefully processed. This technique was like a professional The doctor greatly reduced the pain in his arm.
"Are you awake, Your Excellency the Beloved One?" Mr. A looked at Klein with concern and said softly to him:
"Welcome to Backlund, Mr. Moretti."
What?
Klein was immediately stunned. He looked around, and what he saw was a peaceful and peaceful scenery. Although it was a bit strange to describe the aurora like this, Klein really saw something from this Aurora Society's station. It was a peaceful and beautiful state, just like the life before he traveled through time. Klein noticed that most of the people rushing past his room were workers and civilians, and the number of Extraordinaries among them was also very small.
This seems like a scene that could never happen in this day and age. Klein looked at the appearance and clothing of the workers in front of him, and couldn't help but notice something strange: in the hands of these people who were obviously civilians, they were holding some shabby but neat and clean books.
Education is something that is difficult to popularize in this era. Even civilians with good family conditions may not be able to provide themselves or their children with excellent educational conditions. And the workers here are actually learning knowledge that requires money to learn?
Mr. A obviously noticed Klein's expression. He smiled softly and said to Klein in front of him: "This is the revelation given to us by the Lord. Thanks to the Lord and the guidance of another His Excellency, the Blessed One." . We take root among the common people and spread the faith of the Lord among the common people."
"...Is it Gao Wei?" Klein was a little confused, and finally understood why there was such an atmosphere here. After all, Klein knew that Gao Wei and him came from another world, from a world that only belonged to them - these "classrooms" "The composition is exactly the same as when I was in school.
"Yes, it's Mr. Gao Wei." Mr. A nodded confidently: "I was ordered by Your Excellency the Beloved to go to Disi Bay and head towards the southern continent. Unexpectedly, when I passed by Tingen, I But I discovered the divinity of my lord. Well, where my lord’s divinity kicked you, there is a ‘witch’ holding the statue of the evil god.”
...Speaking of which, is it really okay for the divine envoy of the Aurora Society to say that the Witch Sect is an evil god?
"Witch?" Klein was a little confused and subconsciously repeated after Mr. A. Mr. A nodded confidently and said to the Creator's Beloved in front of him: "I found that this witch seemed to know Mr. Gao Wei, and she was holding the statue of the witch cultist, so I brought her back. ”
"What's her name?" Klein asked curiously.
"Triss." Mr. A said to the Beloved One in front of him: "She is Triss Chike, a member of the Witch Sect. However, under the persuasion of us and others, she has returned to her lost ways and is willing to convert. My Lord."
…
Melissa was sitting on the single sofa at No. 2 Daffodil Street, studying the three tickets in her hand over and over again, studying the words on them, and studying the printed dates and seat numbers.
Benson sat beside her, looking at his attentive sister with a smile, his body posture was very relaxed.
Suddenly, they heard the doorbell ringing, jingle, jingle.
Melissa glanced at the maid Bella who was busy in the kitchen, took the three tickets in her hand, got up with a slight doubt, and ran to the door in small steps.
Her black hair is much more moisturized than before, her face is no longer thin, it has a more beautiful color, and her brown eyes are brighter and brighter.
After turning the handle and opening the door, Melissa was stunned for a moment because she did not recognize the visitor.
This is a young man with dark hair and blue eyes. He looks very good, but his face is extremely pale and there is deep sadness in his eyes.
"Who are you?" Melissa asked confused.
Leonard put on a black formal suit over his white shirt, and replied hoarsely:
"I am a colleague of your brother Klein."
Melissa's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and she instinctively stepped forward to look behind Leonard, but found nothing.
She asked with an inexplicable tremor in her voice:
"Where's Klein?"
Leonard closed his eyes, took a breath and said:
"I'm sorry that your brother Klein died at the hands of a vicious criminal in order to save some people. He was a hero, a true hero."
Melissa's eyes widened little by little, her body swayed slightly, and the three tickets in her hand fell to the ground.
They face up and bear the title of the play The Return of the Count.
"Where is his body?" Benson's hand trembled slightly. He put his hand in front of him and asked Leonard in front of him. Leonard saw some bloodshot eyes in Benson's eyes. These bloodshot eyes were clinging to the center of the pupils, making Benson's eyes look a little red.
"Sorry..." Leonard closed his eyes in pain and self-blame: "We failed to keep Klein's body..."
Leonard knew that Klein and the True Creator's divine vessel were locked together in the dark and cold Chanis Gate - under the pollution of the True Creator and the breath of death behind the door, he couldn't even keep his intact body. Before Backlund Diocese sent special handlers, even if they wanted to enter Chanis Gate and collect Klein's body, they couldn't do it.
Before professional help arrives, entering Chanis Gate, which may be filled with pollution, is a recipe for death.
Melissa's body softened, and she knelt on the ground, her eyes blank. She looked at Leonard, who showed pain in front of her, and her eyes were slowly covered by darkness.
…
Tingen's story is over.
No one was hurt, only a young Nighthawk and his companions, and a pair of brothers and sisters whose eyes were red from crying. Gao Wei walked towards the Aurora Society's manor with a serious expression and brisk steps. When he was approaching Klein's room, he deliberately slowed down his steps and slowly knocked on the door with his fingers.
"Klein?"
Gao Wei said to Klein in a low voice. Klein turned his head and looked at Gao Wei, who was leaning on the door frame. Gao Wei walked a few steps quickly and walked to Klein's window: "Old Zhou, I'm glad to see you are still alive."
A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Klein's mouth. He looked at Gao Wei in front of him and said softly: "I'm glad to see you, Lao Gao."
Gao Wei sat in front of Klein's bed and listened quietly to Klein's account of the situation in Tingen City. Gao Wei listened and nodded silently: "A lot of things have happened here..."
"In short, I can't stay here anymore." Klein took a deep breath and said slowly to Gao Wei in front of him: "Now I may be like a traitor in the eyes of the Church of Dark Night. Sigh... maybe in the eyes of the Church of Dark Night, In the eyes of the extraordinary people of the Church of God, reciting the honorable name of the true Creator is equivalent to being 'contaminated'."
"That's the prejudice of night watch pagans!" Mr. A said angrily, but after Gao Wei glanced over, Mr. A obediently shut his mouth. Gao Wei looked at Klein, faced him slowly, and comforted Klein: "That's it, Klein. Since you can't go back to the Church of the Night now, do you want to stay here first? Well, you have to think of a pseudonym. , at least give you enough ability to survive in Backlund."
"Backlund..." Klein unconsciously tapped the edge of his bed: "Old Gao, what kind of career can I have?"
"Considering your extraordinary profession, you may be able to become a detective." Gao Wei Abraham slowly said to Klein: "We will also provide education and humanitarian aid to the civilian class as a reason. You can also come back here and exchange information with us.”
"Isn't this a bit..." Klein hesitated.
"When you become a detective, we can provide you with salary and accommodation."
"Thank you, Lao Gao." Klein's mood improved a lot.
Gao Wei coughed and said seriously to Klein in front of him: "Kline, can you see who attacked you before? I doubt that someone who can hold... Well, I doubt that can use level 0 sealed objects. People will not limit their sights to Tingen, I suspect that his next move will be in Backlund."
"We need to know the murderer's information to make a prediction. There are always dark clouds above the dark clouds. Klein, we may have been surrounded by a huge conspiracy."
"I saw it." Klein's eyes were cold and he gritted his teeth and said to Gao Wei:
"He's Ince Zangwill."
