Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 170 End and Begin

Klein looked around blankly. Under the cold wind of the night and surrounded by old and new tombstones, his numb head gradually began to work, and he recognized that this was Raphael's tomb that he often patrolled. garden.

"Cemetery...I died and then came back to life?"

He raised his hands covered with soil and observed them carefully under the crimson moonlight. Only then did he realize that the originally broken left forearm had returned to his body.

He stroked his left elbow with his right hand through his clothes. There was still a slight pain at the disconnected position.

Did they sew up the broken arm after his body was buried?
What about the chest?

He reacted, patted the dirt off his chest, unbuttoned his clothes, pulled open his clothes, and looked at his left breast.

The hideous wounds the size of fists and the missing heart inside were squirming and gradually healing.

It was like I had just woken up from Tingen City and saw in the mirror that the gunshot wound on my temple was healing rapidly.The only difference is that this time the healing is slower and more difficult.

"Sure enough, the original 'Klein' committed suicide successfully, but after I traveled through time, his body was also restored by this power."

"But this time the recovery will be slower. Maybe after one more time, or at most two times, this power will not be able to 'resurrection' me again."

After standing like a sculpture with his chest open for a few minutes in the slightly cold wind of the night, Klein sighed, buttoned up his shirt and tuxedo, and covered up the wounds that were about to heal.

Then he turned back and looked at his tombstone, which had a black and white photo of himself and three lines of epitaphs engraved on it.

"Cline Moretti, the best brother, the best brother, the best colleague... Heh, the last sentence must have been written by that guy Leonard."

Silently reciting other people's comments about him, Klein gave a wry smile and began to restore the coffin board and the grave pit, and finally covered it with a stone slab, as if he was burying another himself.

"If this stone slab were heavier, I might not be able to get out. I have to remind them next time..."

Surprised by his sense of humor at this time, Klein smiled uglier than crying, clapped his hands covered with dirt, and inadvertently turned his eyes to another tombstone next to him.

Angel Granger.

Memories that he had been unwilling to touch still flooded into his mind.

"So you are right next to me..."

Slowly approaching Angel's tombstone, he sat directly on the grass with some loose soil and dew next to it, stroking the black and white photo on the tombstone.

"I was thinking about giving up on finding a way home and just continuing to live in this world. There are new family members, new friends and colleagues here, and you are here too... We are not high-ranking, so we can stop and continue. Get promoted, or even find an opportunity to switch to civilian employment and retire early.”

"Then, take your savings to the warm and pleasant Disi Bay and buy a big house with a garden and a view of the sea. We will make new friends, but it doesn't matter if we don't have them. Benson and Melissa often do Come and visit, but it doesn’t matter if you don’t come. The most important thing is that you are there..."

He choked and wiped his eyes with the back of his hands stained with mud, causing tears to flow from his eyes and his vision blurred.

"I don't know who I am now and why I can crawl out of the coffin again... Maybe this is an opportunity, an opportunity for revenge..."

Muttering, he climbed up from the grass, touched the pocket of his tuxedo, and took out the copper whistle he had just found when burying the grave, as well as the amethyst pendant that had been put in the bag.

Placing the pendant with the gold chain in front of the tombstone, Klein took two steps back, then felt it was inappropriate, so he stepped forward again and picked up the pendant.

If you leave it here for less than 24 hours, someone else will take it away...

He wrapped the pendant heavily around his left wrist, put down his cuff, and said solemnly:

"I'll find him."

After saying these words, Klein's body was filled with strength again. He stepped back slowly as if he was afraid of disturbing Angel. He didn't take four steps backward until he passed a few tombstones and entered the gray mist space.

He wants to use the divination on the gray fog to find the real murderer hidden behind the scenes, controlling everything, and ultimately killing himself and Angel.

Originally, due to lack of information, he could only divine the red chimney house, but this time the person behind the scenes did it himself and appeared in front of him.After obtaining enough information and using the magical gray mist, we will surely be able to divine more content.

Sitting on his own, "The Fool"'s seat on the long bronze table, Klein materialized parchment and a pen, and was about to write down a divination statement when his eyes involuntarily lifted up and looked at the stars deep in the gray mist.

There were only three stars left that shone with crimson light and had a mystical connection with him.

Heartbroken as if he was experiencing death that day again, Klein gritted his teeth and wrote the divination word:
"The person who killed Angel."

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"Who killed Klein?"

"Sorry, it's not my place to answer that."

The person in front of me has short golden brown hair and dark green eyes with sincerity and apology. He is the senior deacon who had a relationship with Angel and helped her conceal her early promotion, "Sword of the Goddess" Clay. Ste.

He took off his red gloves at this time, and caressed the surface of the wooden table with his calloused hands. He also lowered the collar of his windbreaker, exposing his lips and chin. As he spoke, there seemed to be semi-illusory teeth on the gaps between his mouth. A translucent face emerges.

"Then what can you answer?"

Angel frowned and asked. She was a little impatient after being politely rejected for several consecutive questions. However, since the other person was a senior member of the church and an extraordinary person close to a demigod, she did not show these emotions.

"Answer what I can."

The other party smiled slightly and said.

"Let me change the question, where is this place?" Looking at the surrounding stone walls, Angel asked again.

She guessed that this was an ancient building, such as a castle, or a monastery, but the doors and windows of the simple room were closed, so she could not get any more information.

When Angel woke up again, he was already in this small room of only more than ten square meters. There was a bed, a table, chairs, and an oil lamp, but that was all. It was not even as good as the cheapest hotel.

By the way, there is also the senior deacon who has been sitting in front of him, one of the "Red Gloves" Big Three, Crested Sesima.

"I can answer you for this. You are currently in the Quiet Church in Winter County, or you can call it another name, the Holy Church."

Crestel answered in a calm tone, like a teacher who was following the instructions in class.

Church?

Angel mentally recalled the contents described in the church's internal classics, the headquarters of the Church of the Goddess of Night, the center of power of the church, the training base of the "Red Gloves", and the safekeeping place for most dangerous sealed objects...

But how did he get here, and how did he sit in the same room as this "Sword of the Goddess"?
The most important thing is, isn't he dead?

Looking at his fair-skinned right arm, which seemed to have never been burned by the "Thirst for Blood" explosion, Angel had the illusion that he had died at the scene of the arrival of the evil god in Tingen City, and had traveled through and possessed another similar person. of people.

The evil god...Megaos...

Thinking of what happened that day, Angel inevitably thought of Klein who died in front of him, Captain Dunn who could not be revived because the "injury transfer" was too slow, and the countless stumps and broken arms in the park in the middle of the street... …

"When can I leave here?"

Looking away from his right arm and looking back at Crestel sitting opposite, Angel raised a new question.

Since this guy doesn't want to say anything, let me investigate and take revenge myself!
"Sorry, it's not my fault..."

The other party showed a friendly but indifferent smile again.

"Then who should answer?"

Regardless of his status as a senior deacon, Angel interrupted Crest's tired words.

"Let me answer you, Miss Angel."

Another voice appeared next to her ears. The voice had a calming atmosphere and soothed her restless heart.

The faint smile on Crestel's face disappeared and turned serious. He stood up solemnly, faced the corner of the room, and greeted with a hint of respect:

"Ms. Arianna."

Angel's pupils narrowed.

As a Nighthawk, this name is unavoidable common sense in religion and mysticism.

The head of the thirteen archbishops, the abbot of the Night Monastery, is very likely to succeed the pope in the future... Any identity is well known within the Church of Night.

Judging from Crestel's attitude towards her, it was very likely that the other party was a high-sequence Beyonder.

Looking in the direction of the sound, in Angel's dark vision, a black-haired lady with extremely ordinary features, wearing a simple linen robe and a bark belt appeared in the corner at some point.

Her bare feet covered with dust and scars stepped on the stone floor, and she walked slowly. Crestel quickly made way for her, giving one of the two chairs in the room to this respected lady.

"Thank you, Kresty, please leave now. The people I brought need your help."

Arianna sat down casually, turned her head and said to Crestel, who was standing by without looking away. After hearing her instructions, he nodded slightly, strode to the door, opened the door and left. He entered the room and closed the door gently, like a well-trained housekeeper.

Only then did Angel realize that Arianna didn't open the door at all when she entered the room.

She glanced at the window on the wall, which too was still closed.

"Miss Angel, let's talk about the issues that interest you now."

The quiet and peaceful voice sounded again, causing Angel to retract his gaze and look at Arianna sitting across the table.

She suddenly discovered that there were a few more items on the table at some point, as if they were there from the beginning, but she had never been able to find them.

A brass pocket watch engraved with the holy emblem of the "God of Steam and Machinery", a blood-stained dagger, a short black staff, a cracked citrine pendant, a maple leaf-shaped pendant...

Seeing this, she thought of the street park in Tingen North District again, and of Klein and the captain who died in front of her.

"Miss Angel."

Arianna called Angel softly. Her voice was not pleasant, but the power contained in it easily freed the latter from grief.

"Thank you, Your Highness Arianna."

This title is a sign of respect for the angel walking on the earth, and also a thank you for her actions just now.

"Just call me Ms. Arianna like Crested, or just call me by my name," the black-haired woman in a simple robe smiled slightly, "You should have a lot of questions to ask, so let's start as soon as possible."

(End of this chapter)