Lord of the Mysteries

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Ings Zangweier went to Beckland... I don’t know how long he will stay there... um... I can confirm it once in a while... Klein leans forward thoughtfully and wipes off Write the new divination statement on the surface of the parchment:

"Larous's current location."

In his view, the chief culprit causing the death of the captain and others, and the danger of permanently slumbering for himself is undoubtedly Ings Zangweier, but the madman of Llanus is also an accomplice who cannot shirk his responsibility. The cost of bleeding!

After meditation for seven times, Klein once again entered the dream, but the gray world was split and the picture was exactly the same as he had just seen!

Wide, slightly turbid rivers, one after another, row upon row of houses, Ron trend-oriented, various Gothic-style buildings, crowded streets, bustling scenes, constantly squirting "fog" Root chimneys, gorgeous palaces, towering, iconic Gothic clock tower...

Llanus is also in the "land of hope" and "the capital of the capital" Beckland!

Klein opened his eyes and was slightly confused, because he wanted to divination is the specific location of Lalhous, but the result is still only a very large, fuzzy range.

"This shows that the sequence of Langus is much higher than I expected... wrong, or it may be that he has benefited a lot from helping the 'real creator' to drop the child, for example, a little divinity, for example, similar The umbilical-like item left by the baby in the stomach of Mei Gaoousi, the latter...the latter was mostly taken away by Ins Zangweier..." Kline’s thoughts turned sharply, whispering, proceeding Preliminary guess.

After confirming the vague position of the two enemies, he also considered a realistic problem, that is, he has no strength to revenge!

Even if Llanus has only sequence 7, or even sequence 8, he is not easy to deal with, and he is obviously savvy, and the pitfall is stronger than the powerful one himself... Insz. Will is even more horrible. He is the demigod of Sequence 4 and has a horrible "0" seal. Although my crossing still contains some secrets, it obviously cannot be transformed into combat power. Maybe for a long time. Can't see the possibility... Only continue to improve the sequence itself, collect powerful magical items two ways... both hands, both hands must be hard...

In the thought of the churning room, Klein decided to increase the divination.

Considering the language, he solemnly wrote:

"I am a strong hope."

Gently put down the pen with the present round belly, Klein leaned back on the back of the chair and closed his eyes.

While meditating, he entered the sleep with meditation.

In the gray world, he once again saw the sights he had just witnessed, saw rivers, piers, chimneys, crowds, palaces, various machinery and Gothic clock towers, and saw the capital of the Kingdom of Lun, Beckland!

Then, as the picture changed, he saw a mountain peak that crossed the white clouds, saw a magnificent, ancient palace, and saw the huge seat carved in the top stone, inlaid with faint gems and gold. It is a strange erect made up of myriad mysterious symbols.

Silently, the scene shattered, and Klein slowly sat up straight and reached for the edge of the bronze long table.

"Beckland has my hope of becoming stronger..."

"The second scene refers to the main peak of the Hornachs Mountains, referring to the treasures left by the Antignus family. The Antignus family notes made up of countless mysterious symbols pollute the 'good luck puppet' and pass it to me. The 'different gimmick' is the key to unlocking everything..."

One by one thought flashed, and Klein decided not to hurry to the Hornacs Mountains, where the hidden dangers of the sequence 4 are not necessarily able to withstand.

So, go to Beckland... Klein sighed and made a decision to wrap himself in spirit, simulate the feeling of falling, and leave the mysterious space above the fog.

Back in the real world, he walked slowly out of the hidden place and returned to the grave of Dunn Smith.

Deeply looking at the photos and inscriptions on the tombstone, Klein slowly painted a blushing moon on his chest, then turned and walked outside the cemetery.

As a former night occupant, from time to time to patrol the former night of the Raphael cemetery, he is very familiar with the law of the grave guards and the surrounding environment, and easily escaped from the quiet and deserted area without causing any disturbance. The road paved along the bauxite, with the shadow of the trees, has been going to the city of Tingen.

The night is so peaceful, the red moon is so dreamy, Klein is alone, and his thoughts are like a dislocated horse, spread out infinitely, and sometimes consider the revenge plan, sometimes recalling the captain’s unreliable Memory, recalling the hidden sadness under the humor of old Neil...

Unknowingly, Klein walked into the nearest street like a wandering soul, turning a road.

When he completely got rid of that state and fully grasped his own attention, it was already two hours later.

He found himself standing on Narcissus Street, opposite to his brother and sister.

Instinctively, Klein returned here.

Taking a step forward with a bit of joy, he suddenly paused again, revealing a bitter smile, whispering himself:

"If I knocked on the door in the past, Melissa would probably faint on the spot... Benson should be nervous to start losing his hair, and then try to calmly convince me, in the name of the curling owl..."

Shaking his head, Klein looked deep into the familiar door and headed for Iron Cross Street.

This is also good, this is also good... I will not be involved in the things I will do in the future... The pensions given by the night squad and the police department are definitely enough to make them live a stable life, even if Melissa does not Finding a job, Benson is also unemployed...

After a while, Klein began to feel his own exhaustion, but as a "dead", in addition to wearing clothes, and carrying citrine pendants, Aziz copper whistle, there is no other items, including gold. Pounds, including Sule, including pennies.

"Is it right to blow the copper whistle, send a letter to Mr. Azick, let him hurry to relieve me?" Klein grinned in pain. "Forget it, don't contact him for a while, maybe Ins. Gewell is still observing him in secret, waiting for the right time, then looking for him... As a living and living, the 'old monster' who has lived for thousands of years, he should be able to understand the 'resurrection of death'... Well, it’s not too cold tonight. Just find a place to make a good sleep. Go to the Tingen branch of Beckland Bank tomorrow morning and take out the money in my unregistered account.”

——Because there are too many recent things, he has not had time to do the follow-up experiment of “sacrifice”. The 300 gold pounds in the unregistered account are still intact.

"This is enough to support my expenses for a long time... I will buy a newspaper tomorrow and confirm that it is the day of the week... Miss 'Justice' they have no new praying voices, indicating that I have not missed the party..." Klein thought, looking for a sheltered corner, sat down, took off his jacket, covered him, and fell asleep against the wall.

Not long after sleeping, he was suddenly woken up and saw a policeman with a short stick.

There is only one "V" in the epaulette, and the lowest police officer... Klein glanced at him and confirmed his identity.

The police officer said wickedly:

"Can't sleep here!"

“The streets and parks are not the place to sleep for you who are lazy and do not want to do things!”

"This is the provision of the Poor Law!"

is it? Klein stunned because he was sensitive and didn't argue with each other.

He took the coat and walked on the street again, and it was dawn.

Soon, he lowered his head and entered the Becklandingen branch of the account. He took out 200 pounds of cash with the default "password" and the remaining one-third "deposit", he stayed in the account, prepared for accident

- When writing the ancient Hermes spell as a password, Klein undoubtedly heard the "prayer."

Next, he spent a total of 38 pounds to buy two formal suits, two shirts, two trousers, two pairs of leather boots, two bow ties, four pairs of socks, and two sets of double-breasted coats for winter. Two solid color sweaters, two thick trousers, and a cane, a wallet, and a leather hand luggage.

After doing all this, Klein went to the hotel to take a bath and change clothes. Then, in order to avoid the acquaintances that might be encountered, he took the rental carriage directly to the steam train station in Tingen City and bought a newspaper on the way to confirm that today is Sunday.

From Tingen to Beckland, it takes only four hours to take a steam train. The luxury first class is three quarters of a pound, which is 15 solers. The second seat is 10 sores and half a pound.

Very crowded, very poor third-class seats are quite cheap, only need 5 Sule.

Klein thought about it and bought the class at 2 pm, second class.

Holding the ticket and carrying the suitcase, Klein sat down in the waiting room and found a position. It was only at 9 o'clock in the morning.

He is very grateful that the Kingdom of Lun does not have a strict household registration system. It can be proved by using three months of running water, gas and rent bills. It is easier to buy steam train tickets.

Sitting in the waiting hall, thinking of leaving the city of Tingen in the afternoon, going to the capital of Beckland, Klein's heart suddenly was empty.

He remembered the sister who lived the mother's feelings, remembered the brother who liked to talk about ridiculous jokes, and remembered the scene where three people were very supportive, lying in the position, no one wants to move...

In a scene, Klein smiled and smiled a little, because he remembered Melissa's turtle, known as the "Doll", and remembered Benson's poor hairline.

He suddenly had a strong urge to look at his brother and sister again.

It wasn't until this time that Klein understood why he didn't pick the earlier train and bought the class at two in the afternoon.

He lifted the leather suitcase, quickly left the waiting hall, and returned to Daffodil Street in a rental carriage.

Then, he hid in the shadow of the opposite house, looking at his own door, and several times he wanted to pass, he could not cross the wide street.

Klein looked across the street and felt that he was homeless. He also had a similar feeling when he first crossed.

Suddenly, he saw the door open and saw Melissa and Benson coming out.

They were wearing a black skirt, a black silk hat, a black shirt, a black vest, black trousers, a black jacket, a black top hat, and the same expression, and the mood was very low.

Melissa lost her weight... How was Benson so embarrassed... Kline’s heart was sour and opened his mouth, but he couldn’t call the two names anymore.

He did not consciously follow Benson and Melissa to the nearest municipal square, and saw a tent set up there, seeing the new circus performing.

Benson bought the tickets and took Melissa into it, forcing a little smile:

"This circus is very famous."

Melissa has no expression at all:

"Ok."

Suddenly, her feet slipped and her head was slightly sloppy and she was about to fall.

With the ticket to buy, Klein opened his mouth and wanted to hold his sister, but he could only retract the hand that stretched out of the subconscious, unable to stand in the distance, standing in the crowd.

Benson was shocked and had no time to help, but Melissa quickly stood firm and snorted and said nothing.

At this time, the clowns came over, some performances did not fall on the horse wheel, some smashed on the huge ball, some threw a tennis ball into the sky, and caught them with a funny action.

Melissa looked at the performances, and looked calmly like the other party did not exist. Banson worked hard several times and cheered loudly, but could not mobilize his sister's emotions, and he slowly became low.

Klein licked his lips and looked at the scene from afar. He wanted to be close but didn't dare.

Suddenly, he touched the wallet in his pocket and had an idea.

Benson and Melissa continued on, watching the performances silently.

After a while, they saw a clown painted with red, yellow and white paints ran over, first throwing a tennis ball into the sky, then when people's attention was drawn to the air, I didn't know where to get a bunch. Flower, a bouquet of Seville.

This bunch of flowers came together in front of Melissa and Benson, and the color was golden, symbolizing happiness.

Melissa and Benson looked at the opposite clown in a stunned look. I saw that he was full of red, yellow and white, and his face was high and raised, holding a happy smile, a smile, a funny smile. .

(End of the first section)