Chapter 549 Land of Hope

Hillston District, No. 12 Doubletree Street.

In a black wool coat, there was a three-piece formal suit inside, and Sifa, who was wearing a half-height top hat of the same color, appeared in the appearance of a "Duke" and rang the bell at the door of the "Arbitrator" Cromwell's house.

"The materials for the reaper are complete. Next, go to Bayam, find the administrator of the Jagged Cross, confirm the ceremony, and you can be promoted."

"In addition, I can learn about the Jagged Cross through that guy named Raditz, approach and plan the potion formula for the 'Jagged Knight'."

"The demigod's formula is probably not so easy to get."

Sifer rubbed his cheek, ready to fail.

"But only when you become a demigod can you knock on the door to the top of the pyramid in the mysterious world. Only after you become a demigod can you obtain a higher position in the military. The general treats me as a general."

At this moment, the door opened, and Cromwell's gray-green eyes brought Sifer's attention back to reality, and he took off his hat with a smile: "Good evening, my friend."

Cromwell smiled: "Good evening, I am relieved to see you, after all, such a big disaster happened not long ago."

He turned sideways and invited the two of Sifa to enter the room. The fireplace in the living room was dancing with fire, making the room far warmer than the street.

Sifa took off his coat, and Levtor took it and hung it on the coat rack. Then he heard Cromwell ask, "Would you like coffee or black tea?"

Xifa sat on the couch and replied with a smile: "Black tea, thank you."

After a while, Cromwell brought two cups of black tea. The enamel of the cups was white, with classical patterns on them, and some places were plated with gold.

Xifa was a little surprised. These tea sets seemed to have just been replaced, so he heard Cromwell say: "After coming to Backlund, my financial situation has improved. Before the New Year, I replaced some things."

"They include sideboards with mahogany pedestals, ceramic plates, silver cutlery and these gilded tea sets that bring me back to certain times."

Looking at Cromwell's gray-green eyes softly, as if thinking of his wife, it seems that these are things his fiancée likes.

"You will meet better ladies, trust me." Sifa said to her friend.

The firewood in the fireplace crackled, and several sparks jumped up, flashing across Cromwell's eyes. He smiled and shook his head: "My friend, this kind of thing once is enough. If it happens again, I'm afraid I can't bear it." .”

"People like us are not qualified to start a family"

Some pessimistic arbitrators took out a letter: "I guess, you have already been to Lynn's house."

Sifa laughed: "I guess, he gave it to me."

Cromwell smiled, put the envelope on the table, and pushed it towards Sifa.

As the arbitrator guessed, Sifa had already been to the lawyer's house, but his house was rented out, so he came here instead.

After taking Lynn's letter, Xifa opened it and read it carefully.

‘Duke, when you read this letter, I’m already on my way to Intis. I'm sorry that I failed to agree to your invitation. Life at sea has never been my pursuit. I plan to go to Trier to try my luck. '

‘If you have the opportunity, you should also come to Trier, that is the capital of Intis, it was rebuilt by Emperor Roselle, it is a metropolis full of sunshine, it will definitely not be inferior to Backlund. '

‘Apologize again for not saying goodbye, this is my address in Trier, if you come to Intis, be sure to come to me. '

'Your friend, Lynn Horst. '

Remembering the address left by Lynn, Xifa smiled and said: "It seems that he has found the direction he is working hard for."

Cromwell smiled and said, "Aren't you angry?"

"Why should I be angry? I want to be happy for Lynn. Before the new year, he was so depressed, but now these words, they are full of energy."

Xifa put down the letter and said, "You don't have to be around to be called a friend, what do you think?"

"I agree."

Cromwell picked up the teacup: "Although this is not wine, let's have a drink for our friends?"

"That's exactly what I'm trying to say."

On Tuesday morning, Xifa took Levtor and boarded the steam train to Tingen. There were not many passengers on the train, so Xifa listened to their communication.

"There are too many people going to Backlund after the New Year, and I'm worried that my job will be replaced." A man in his early thirties sighed in his seat.

"After that terrible disaster, wages were reformed. Now ordinary workers are paid 21 soli a week, and the factory owner also promises to work no more than 12 hours a day. Who can refuse such a temptation." A middle-aged man Spread out the newspaper and said, "Next, Backlund will be more lively than before, just wait and see."

Sifa sat in his seat and smiled, but there was not much smile in his eyes.

He couldn't laugh.

As a person who has personally experienced the disaster, he felt that some parts of his heart were quietly changing, and something was silently brewing, waiting for an opportunity to erupt.

It was already one o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived in Tingen City, and the platform of the train station was crowded with people who were going to Backlund. When passing between them, Xifa often heard the word "Land of Hope".

Today is already January 4th, Xifa didn't waste any time, and came to Mr. Hardy's house in a rented carriage. Just as he was about to knock on the door, the door opened by itself.

The old man Hardy's son, Rovelli, came out, his serious face was tightly pursed, his eyes showed a bit of helplessness, he was stunned for a second when he saw Xifa, and then said: "Reporter Raleigh?"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Rovelli." Sifer took off his hat and greeted, and felt that the atmosphere in the room was not right, so he said, "I hope I didn't disturb you."

Rovelli let out a breath from his mouth and said: "My father is too stubborn. I want him to stop running the pie shop after the New Year, but he can't listen to a word. Reporter Raleigh, can you help me persuade Advise him?"

Do I look like I'm good at handling family disputes?

Xifa clenched his fists and coughed dryly, "I'll try my best."

Rovelli seemed anxious to leave, nodded slightly, put on his hat and left.

Only then did old Hadi come out, and when he saw Sifa, a smile appeared on his wrinkled face, and he invited Sifa into the room.

Sifa hung his coat and hat on the coat rack, and Levtor came to the living room. The carpeted living room was as warm as spring. In such an environment, the old man did not wear high-necked clothes.

"I saw the report of the great smog in Backlund in the newspaper. It was really scary. Rovelli actually wanted to go to Backlund and persuaded me to stop running the pie shop and go to that smog with him. The city, because the salary there is one-third higher!"

The old man seemed to be still angry: "What's wrong with Tingen, you can see the sun here in winter, there will be no heavy smog, and no terrible plague!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, please excuse an old man's rambling. You came for the diary, I have found it, it is in my room, and I will give it to you now."

"I have read that diary, and now I know that when my father was young, he also had many unrealistic fantasies. Ha, in my impression, he is a realist."

After a while, Xifa got a diary, its cover was worn and damaged.

He opened it carefully, and saw some scrawled handwriting on the first page:

March 4th, hell, I woke up in the basement again, how did I get in here? There are three locks on the basement door, and my father has the keys, since I knocked over his wine in the basement last time, obviously he will not give me the keys.

So, how did I get in here? ? ?