Lord of the Mysteries

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Dessie County, Connaught City, 67 Red Indus Street.

Klein faced the more common face of the Zhang Lun Kingdom, stepped forward and rang the doorbell.

In less than a minute, the door slammed open, and a maid probe wearing a black and white dress looked for a few seconds, wondering:

"Good evening, which one are you looking for?"

"I am looking for Mrs. Nelu, I am a friend of her father David Raymond." Klein calmly replied.

David Raymond is the "nightmare" he released from "squirming hunger", the "red glove" in the "Night of the Night", and his last concern is his daughter Nicole Raymond, right. Unable to accompany her to grow up, she was very embarrassed when she lost her mother. Klein promised him. If there is a chance, he will come to this beautiful coastal city to help him see how his daughter is doing.

After inquiries, Klein had initially mastered the general situation of Nilu Ramon. After graduating from the grammar school, the girl entered the "Caring for Women UNICEF" work at the Goddess of the Night, and the weekly salary reached 2 pounds. 10 Sule is the object of envy of neighbors.

She also inherited a legacy from her "businessman" father, specifically how much, others are not clear, only know that she has more money than most middle class.

Normally, this kind of girl with sufficient wealth will be very cautious about marriage, and will be repeatedly selected and inspected, so that she often gets married late, but Nilu is married to a government employee only one year later.

Because both sides believe in the "night goddess", she does not have a husband's surname, still called Nilu. Raymond, still living in No. 67, Hong Wutong Street, has not moved.

When I heard Klein’s answer, the maid was busy asking him to wait and turned and went to the living room to report.

Not long after, a woman wearing a home dress went to the door. She was blue-haired and her cheeks were slender and long. The facial features were not bad. It was a bit like David Raymond.

"Good evening, sir, I am the daughter of David Raymond. When did you meet my father?" Nicole Raymond asked politely but alertly.

Klein took off his hat and smiled and said:

"It has been several years since I met at sea."

Nicole Raymond swept the opposite side with a vigilant look:

"Maybe you still don't know, he has passed away."

Klein sighed:

"I know that I and he just met in the disaster. He said something at the time. I didn't care much about it. But the more I think about it, the more I think I should let you know."

"Is it?" Nilu whispered and thought, "Please come in, do you mind if my husband listens together?"

"This is only about your decision." Kline responded calmly.

Nilu nodded her head and led Klein into the study. Her husband, a government employee of ordinary temperament, put down the newspaper and followed.

After the two sides sat down separately, Klein looked at the couple on the opposite sofa and thought about it:

"Dave Raymond has experienced a disaster and lost his father, mother, wife, brother and sister."

Nilu has no expression and nodded:

"I know."

Klein thought about it and continued:

"He is a businessman on the surface, but he is actually chasing the murderers who caused the disaster."

"I know." Nilu did not respond too much.

Klein glanced at her and said:

"He has devoted himself to this matter. Unfortunately, he has not been able to accompany you to grow up, so that when you lose your mother, you almost lose your father."

Nilu was silent for a second, and the speech quickly responded:

"I know!"

Kline’s gaze swept through the old books around him and sighed silently:

"He said that his greatest hope is to see that you have your own marriage and family under the testimony of the goddess, no longer alone, I think he should be very happy now."

Nilu’s eyes slowly moved away from Klein’s face, her mouth opened, and it took two seconds to answer:

"……I know."

Klein's body leaned forward slightly, and he clasped his hands and said:

"He said that he might die at sea, let me tell you that he died because of an accident. All the murderers have been disciplined before, and you don't need to hate anyone."

"He also said that he loves you very much, he is very sorry."

Nilu silently for a few seconds, rubbed her eyes, looked sideways, and sighed unconsciously:

"I know……"

Klein took a deep look at her and slowly got up:

"I have already passed the transfer, I should leave."

The opposite response was silent, and Nilu’s husband gently bowed and gestured.

Klein turned his body and walked to the door of the study. He just turned the handle, and suddenly there was a voice behind him. Raymond became a low and hoarse voice:

"You, think, what kind of person is he?"

Klein was silent for a second, went back and raised his mouth, smiling and said:

"A guardian."

He stopped staying, opened the door of the study, and walked to the coat rack position.

When he put on a top hat and left the 67th Street of Red Wutong Street, a thin, hard-pressed cry suddenly sounded and sneaked into his ear.

Silently shaking his head, Klein left the neighborhood and entered the church of the goddess of the night.

Passing through the deep, quiet aisle, he sat down to the seventh row, facing the dark black emblem with half a red moon and a star, taking off the hat, burying his head, hands clasped in front of his mouth , like most believers here.

Silent silence and tranquility, time flies, Klein slowly opens his eyes, and the movement stands very softly.

In the position where he was sitting, there was a group of things wrapped in paper.

Klein walked down the aisle and walked out of the prayer hall to the church door.

He turned his back to the inside, put on a top hat, raised his right hand, and snapped a finger.

Snapped!

The paper in his previous position was suddenly ignited, causing the attention of the priest. When the gentleman rushed over, the flame was extinguished, leaving a deep, dark gem-like gelatinous substance.

"This is..." Although the pastor did not know what the gums were, he was inspired to tell him that this is very important!

When he and other pastors chased outside the church, the gentleman who was wearing a half-high hat was wearing a swallowtail.

The next morning.

Klein, who gained a new identity through the local black market, came to the steam train site.

He held a second-class ticket worth 18 Soleil and his own identity document in one hand, carrying a black leather suitcase, standing upright on the platform, waiting for the train to Beckland to arrive.

Now, his appearance is a middle-aged man of nearly forty years old. His height is 180 years old. His black hair is mixed with a little silver silk. The blue eyes are like the lake at night. The facial features are quite eye-catching, with mature taste and refined temperament.

Looking down at the identification documents in his hand, Klein’s eyes reflected his current name:

"Daun Dontes."

After thinking about it, he put the suitcase on the ground, spread it open, and then stuffed all the identity documents.

In this suitcase, there is a black wooden box containing the ashes of former Ron soldier Longzel and Edward.

Klein had just finished the box, and the sound of the sound was heard in the ear. A steam train sprayed the smoke, and when it entered the platform, it stopped quickly and slowly.

He raised his head, turned his gaze to the front, looked at his eyes silently, and whispered something to the suitcase:

"It's time to go back..."

He immediately stood up and put on his belongings, step by step to the door of the opened car.

............

Beckland, Jowood, 26 Kings Street.

Benson took off his hat, took off his coat, and handed it over to the maid, looking at the sister Melissa who concentrated on reading in the living room:

"June is the entrance exam, and you can finally understand the pain of studying hard before me."

Melissa did not look up and still read the book:

“I study hard every day.”

"Humorous point, Melissa, humor, what is the difference between a person who doesn't understand humor and a curler?" Banson said with a smile.

Melissa looked at him casually:

"You didn't say that before."

She did not go to the point where the difference between the tangled person and the curler was, and instead asked:

“Does government employees end their work so late?”

"No, just there are a lot of things lately, you know, oh, you don't know, in this big change, the handover of the work before and after, the smoothing of different relationships, is very troublesome." Banson gaze through the living room A mirror, I couldn’t help but raise my hand and manage my hair. The expression was not too pleasant to say. "Although I am only a small employee of the Ministry of Finance, this does not prevent me from having a lot of work. The only thing that comforts me is that I finally got through the **** internship, and then I will have a weekly salary of 3 pounds!"

Melissa put down the book and said to Benson when she walked to the restaurant:

"It's time to have dinner."

She paused and said very seriously:

“I read the newspaper before and said that there is something called the sap of the Dorningsman tree, which is very effective for the growth of hair.”

The expression of Benson became complicated.

............

Hey!

In the whistle, the long steam train slammed into the Beckland.

Klein, carrying the suitcase, once again embarked on the land of “the capital of the capital” and the land of “the land of hope” and found that the fog was much thinner than before, no longer there was obvious yellowish yellow, and the gas street lamp on the platform was Not lit early to dispel gloomy and dim.

Looking around, Klein took out the steam train station, changed to the subway and carriage, and went directly to a storm church cemetery outside the West.

Then, he spent a small amount of money to put Longzer's urn in a cabinet.

At this time, it was more than 165 years since the Lun soldier left Beckland.

Taking a step back and staring deeply for a while, Klein shakes the paper into iron and inscribes on the door:

"Longzel Edward."

He closed his eyes and wrote again:

“Every trip has an end.”

(End of the third part)

PS: Third, thank you for the seal to the Silver League. Thank you for your conclusion.