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Chapter 69: Drama and bad news

"I don't really care. When I watch a play with my family, I will be happy no matter how simple my clothes are!"

Melissa smiled back. She knew Benson was trying to get the better of her with this joke, but it was harmless.

Just like the highest configuration of a game is friends, the highest configuration of a drama is family.

"Will Klein be here today? We agreed to watch The Return of the Count together, but he ended up going on a business trip with his boss. I mailed back the tickets I bought, but he's still nowhere to be seen."

Melissa mentioned Klein, whom she had been thinking about, and naturally changed the subject.

Before Klein left for the last time, he left them a letter informing them that he was going on a business trip.

"Maybe he's waiting for us in his seat in the theater. Let's go, it's about to start."

Benson smiled and made an optimistic guess.

Given Klein's personality, if it wasn't something urgent, he would definitely come back. If he couldn't come back, it meant he really couldn't leave.

Benson didn't want his family to become a burden to him.

As you walk into the theater, you will see oil paintings and sculptures by masters hanging on both sides of the curved and enclosed corridor. The subtle light and unique refraction angles make all the works magnificent.

It can be seen that this was carefully designed so that Benson and Melissa, two outsiders, can feel the influence of art.

Benson subconsciously squeezed the exquisite and textured ticket in his hand, a little distracted.

It seems that the price of this ticket is much more expensive than I thought.

Where did Klein get so much money? Or did he do something dangerous?

Benson turned his head and happened to meet Melissa's eyes. They both saw each other's worry.

The tacit understanding between the brother and sister made the two think together.

The two siblings, with a storm of thoughts in their minds, followed the crowded crowd and found the audience seats.

Holding the ticket in hand, looking for my seat.

“Row 7, row 14, row 7, row 14!”

"Found it, Benson, here it is!"

Melissa's eyesight was better than Benson's. She found her seat first and jumped over.

"14, 15, 16!"

"Klein, is that you!?"

Melissa kept muttering her seat number but did not sit down immediately. Instead, she looked at the seat next to her.

Seat No. 16 was an aisle seat, and there was already a figure sitting there, leaning back.

His hair and figure show that he is a young man.

Benson's pace changed from a leisurely walk to a long stride. It took him only a few seconds to reach the seat. He and Melissa looked at "Klein" next to them.

They looked stunned and dazed for a moment, then looked apologetic.

"I'm sorry, sir, we made a mistake."

"I'm sorry sir, I thought you were my brother."

The man sitting there had black hair, brown eyes, a beard, and gold-rimmed glasses.

What made the two of them dazed the most was the pair of brown eyes, which were as clear and green as a tranquil lake, and were so similar to Klein's.

"My name is Sherlock Moriarty."

Briefly told his name.

"It seems like he's a very good brother."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows and said teasingly.

"It's okay, take a seat, the show is about to begin."

He gladly accepted the brother and sister's apology and looked like one of those elegant gentlemen.

"Damn it, Klein, he really didn't come back. He even said that the whole family would come and watch it together!"

"Well, it seems I was wrong, but he must have some urgent work. We can watch it again as a family when he comes back."

Benson and Melissa were whispering, not noticing Sherlock standing beside them, his hands were shaking slightly.

"Are they really gone? Crane? Captain Dunn?"

Leonard didn't even dare to say the word "death", but chose to use "absence" instead.

"This matter is very complicated. The direct murderer is the church traitor - Ince Zangwill, and the people behind it are involved..."

Cecima did not continue speaking, believing that Leonard could understand what he meant.

"But no matter what, Ince Zangwill will definitely teach and destroy him!"

This was the Church of Darkness's promise to him, and also an explanation to Klein and Dunn.

"When we arrived, you were the only one fainted."

"There were some clothes with blood stains on them at the scene. After divination, it turned out that they belonged to Klein and Dunn."

“But they”

But they are likely to have perished together with the descendants of the evil god.
Cecima with short golden brown hair and dark green eyes, and Soest with soft features and long hair on his temples.

One is the esteemed Sword of the Goddess, the other is the renowned Captain of the Red Gloves, both are the backbone of the Church of Evernight.

But at this moment, they were standing in front of Leonard's bed, comforting this poor man who had lost his colleagues, comrades-in-arms and friends.

Just three people prevented a terrible tragedy, which was also mixed with the evil god's plan.

Such talents are also very precious to the Church of Night.

"I have already requested divination for both of them from the Holy Church, and Archbishop Anthony gave the answer himself."

"What's the answer? Where are they?"

"."

Leonard was answered with silence. Silence itself was an answer.

"I request that I personally go to their home to inform them of Klein's death."

Leonard's voice became dry, as if he had to endure great pain every time he squeezed out a word.

Cecima looked into Leonard's eyes and sighed softly.

"Are you sure? I've done something like this before, but I stood at the door for a long time and didn't dare to knock."

"He has an old mother at home who has difficulty walking. She is illiterate and has poor hearing."

"At the time, I had a full pension of 5,000 pounds in my hand. I had prepared countless arguments at the door, sad, heroic, miserable, and majestic."

"But the moment she opened the door and looked at me expectantly, I was speechless."

"Gold is not omnipotent. At least it won't give me the courage to face a mother who has lost her child."

This powerful and extraordinary person who is honored with the title of Sword of the Goddess also has a sad story.

"You don't have to."

Soest, with a calm expression, finally spoke a word. He was Red Glove and he felt the same way.

"I request that I personally go to their home to inform them of Klein's death."

Instead of refusing or agreeing, Leonard simply repeated the request.

It was the same answer again. Cecima and Soest looked at each other helplessly, but both were moved and touched.

"Ok."

"Thanks."

Leonard felt that his throat was like rusty iron. Every word he spoke was like scraping off the rust. Such heart-wrenching pain was absolutely unbearable for ordinary people.

But when I think of Klein and Dunn's smiling faces, this pain seems nothing.

Cecima and Soest walked out of the ward and quietly closed the door. The only sounds in the room were Leonard and the ticking clock.

The pungent smell of medicine irritated his nerves.

He didn't yell or scream, nor did he do anything hysterical or violent. He just clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and closed his eyes.

Gradually, his body couldn't stop shaking.

Tears flowed down her face in strings without making a sound.

"Ugh!"

Pales in his mind sighed, he had done his best.

After controlling the evil god, he fell into a short sleep.

And for the extraordinary people, this is a stage that they have to face sooner or later, and he can't help Leonard with this matter.

There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart, and no greater grief than silence.

"Ding Dong!"

At No. 2 Daffodil Street, Benson, who had just returned home, had not yet had time to sit down and change his shoes when the doorbell began to ring.

Melissa took the theater ticket from him and, without even bothering to change into clean clothes, sat in the living room tinkering with the mechanical parts.

Three small mechanical pocket watches, pink, gray, and silver. The gray one is for Benson, the silver one is for Klein, and the pink one is for myself.

She bought all this with the money she had saved for a long time.

Seal the ticket stub and our photo in the pocket watch.

Melissa worked quickly, and in a short while, the two pocket watches were transformed and placed on the table.

Only the silver pocket watch was left, which she carefully put into her arms, waiting for Klein to come back.

Shall we go to the theater together then? Isn't that a bit too extravagant?

Clay
"Is the Klein family here?"

Eh? Come to see Klein?
Hearing the familiar name, Melissa jumped up and moved toward the door.

The person who came looked very strange.

He had black hair and green eyes, and was handsome. His melancholy and gloomy temperament made the flowers and plants around him wither a little.

He looked pale, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

There was an intense sadness in his eyes.

The brother and sister looked at each other, feeling uneasy.

"Excuse me, when will Klein come home? We are still waiting to watch a play with him again."

Benson habitually put on a gentle smile, but his stiff tone still revealed his nervousness.

Goddess, I must be overthinking it.
I must be having this bad habit of overthinking again.
Leonard's eyes turned red and he did not answer the question immediately.

Benson noticed his reaction and felt his heart sink. Melissa beside him asked tremblingly,

"Where's Klein?"

"Your brother is a true hero. He died at the hands of a criminal in order to protect Tingen and save those innocent people. He is a true hero!"

Leonard took a deep breath, tensed his body, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

Benson's body shook slightly a few times. He felt that he must not have woken up yet. He must have fallen asleep while watching the play just now.

I was still dreaming at this time. I was saying that there is no artistic taste in our family. The plays chosen by Klein can give people such nightmares.

"Snapped!"

The silver pocket watch fell heavily from Melissa's body, and the broken parts covered the photo. Melissa squatted down hurriedly to pick it up.

The sharp notch cut his finger, and blood stained the photo, just covering Klein's smiling face...

(End of this chapter)