Chapter 197 Reasonable Development

"It can only last for more than a minute... This is too short..." Klein's thought flashed, and he came to the desk in two steps without thinking about other things.

He put down "Grossel's Travel Notes", took "0-08", and quickly wrote on a piece of white paper:

"George III intends to use this speech to fish out all the enemies who want to destroy his ceremony, but if all goes well and nothing happens, he will also take the opportunity to take the magic potion, reveal his hole cards, and hit the rank of the gods. After all, there are too many unknowns in the future, so it is not safe. Moreover, his current preparations are complete and appropriate.

"It's a very logical development."

After the last period, before Klein had time to seriously check the content for errors, the slightly dim quill in his hand disappeared without a sound, as if it had never come or existed.

And the content of those few short sentences seemed to have drained Klein's energy, causing him to feel a little dizzy. He had no choice but to step back and sit down on the chair.

"It doesn't make sense... I didn't see how tired and strenuous Ince Zangwill was back then... Uh, it should be because I forcibly summoned and didn't dare to let '0-08' weave the story on its own. It doesn't depend entirely on his own spiritual support, and Ince Zangwill can get the cooperation of '0-08', so the consumption won't be that great..." Klein closed his eyes, meditated for a while, and finally calmed down.

Under normal circumstances, he has no real contact with "0-08". He has only met him once, so it is impossible to summon this "0" level sealed item. On the other hand is the possession of "Grossel's Travel Notes", which is an item left by "Dragon of Imagination" Angleweed, which contains "City of Miracles" Levished, which exists with "0-08" Some sort of deep connection—the two items would have met long ago if there hadn't been some high-level interference.

Klein didn't know whether this connection between fate and traits could increase the probability of successful summoning, but he just thought that he would have nothing to lose by giving it a try, and it turned out to be a success.

Because of this, he didn't dare to use "Grossel's Travel Notes" to carry the content written by the "0-08" projection, and he didn't even dare to let them get close, for fear of something that could not prevent unbearable accidents.

This is Backlund, with an extremely high population density!

"Well, logically speaking, there should be no surprises. After all, '0-08' is an image in the pores of history, and it is fake. "Grossel's Travel Notes" is the manifestation of the "Dragon of Imagination" , It’s also fake, it’s fake, it’s fake, it can’t be real, it lacks the material foundation of Extraordinary characteristics... Later, you can go to an uninhabited reef island to experiment..." Klein rubbed his forehead and stood up. , went back to the desk, and looked at the text that was written just now.

He didn't directly write that George III failed in promotion and fell on the spot, because he thought that on the Angel of Interference Sequence 1, the projected "0-08" couldn't be so direct, and had to be more tactful.

Moreover, there is also the Psychological Alchemy Association on the opposite side, as well as Amon's brother. Too obvious influence will inevitably be noticed and easily used. Klein can only make a detour to reduce the unknown.

"I hope it's useful..." After staring for a while, Klein folded the paper and stuffed it into his pocket.

Then, he sacrificed "Grossel's Travel Notes" back above the gray mist.

After finishing these things, Klein began to think about another question, and that was when to go out to buy ice cream for Will Auceptin.

"Backlund has Zaratul, and probably Amon. If you go out too much, you might run into them on the spot. It's a bit dangerous... Or, summon ice cream for Will from the historical pore? It's very real when you eat it, It will disappear in a quarter of an hour, and you don't have to worry about getting fat at all, it's so wonderful..." Klein couldn't help muttering a few words in his heart.

In the end, he decided to change clothes and go out, because a man must keep his promise!

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On Saturday morning, the sky was gray and foggy, which made people feel depressed for no reason.

This is a common scene in Backlund in deep winter. Although there is not as much thick smog and pungent smell as last year, the geographical environment and climate characteristics determine that similar situations must exist for a long time. Moreover, the control of air pollution has never been twice a year. Years can be declared a success.

Melissa put on a knee-length black wool coat over her long skirt, put on a black veil hat, and walked quickly to the door.

Benson held his top hat, shook his head upon seeing this, and said:

"A girl who is less than 20 years old needs to dress up as less than 20 years old. This is too mature and old-fashioned, understand? Old-fashioned."

Melissa glanced at her brother and replied briefly:

"Another quarterpence a pound of bread."

"The price..." Benson sighed.

He immediately took out the silver pocket watch covered with arabesques, snapped it open, and took a look:

"Let's go, there is still a long way to go to the Municipal Square."

Melissa let out a "hmm", went out with her brother and came to the street.

"Good morning, Mrs. Daniel." Walking a few steps forward, Benson saw a neighbor going out, so he greeted with a smile.

He is good at communicating and has established a good relationship with the neighbors around him.

The lady called Mrs. Daniel was wearing a pure black dress. She was about forty years old and her face was thin. Her face was covered with a fine black gauze hat hanging down. Hearing this, she just nodded and responded briefly:

"Good morning, both of you."

She didn't say hello, just walked forward and left indifferently.

Benson looked at her back, deliberately slowed down his pace, and waited until he opened the distance before turning his head to ask his sister:

"What happened to Mrs. Daniel?

"I've been too busy these days and haven't visited my neighbors for a long time."

Melissa pursed her lips and said:

"Mrs. Daniel's eldest son, Larry, was confirmed dead on the front line of the Amanda Mountains, yesterday's news."

"That tall, shy, but careful, kind, and sincere young man? When he came back last time, he said that he was promoted in the army and became a lieutenant..." Benson asked in surprise .

Melissa nodded:

"I can't even imagine Larry dying like this..."

Just like she couldn't imagine that the classmates she knew in school would die tragically in front of her.

In just a few seconds, some people could no longer speak, communicate, or read.

Benson was silent for a while, sighed and said:

"I've been busy these days, and I'm actually dealing with pension issues. Maybe Larry wasn't included in the part of the list I got, so I don't know.

"The list comes with a lot of information, some are cheerful and enthusiastic, some are humorous, some are the only son of their parents, some are resolute, and are the leaders of the soldiers around them, some are just married and have no children, and some are giving their children My daughter was preparing a gift, and someone was carrying a love letter, intending to end the battle, so they went to the post office to deliver it...they are all dead."

Melissa and Benson were silent at the same time, and no one spoke for a long time.

When approaching the intersection, Melissa looked at the road ahead and said in a low voice:

"What do you think His Majesty the King will address today?"

"Maybe it's mobilization, maybe it's conveying the belief of victory." Benson replied casually.

Melissa glanced sideways at her brother:

"It's not like you, Benson, shouldn't you be ridiculed?"

"Sarcasm should also be done after listening to the speech. When figuring out the specific content, the most basic principle of being a human being is not to make unreasonable comments on things that you don't understand well. Otherwise, you will be worse than curly-haired baboons." Benson smiled and said.

At this time, he saw another neighbor.

The other party had gray hair, covered half of his face with layers of scarves, was wearing a thick jacket, and was carrying a cloth bag in his hand. He hurried past the siblings.

"Mr. Thomas's outfit is so strange...does he want to do anything else?" Benson asked with a little doubt as he glanced at the other party's back.

Melissa replied in a low voice:

"Mrs. Thomas got sick and spent a lot of the family's savings. Recently, the price of food has risen a lot, and Mr. Thomas's income has not changed much. He has to go to the relief point to line up once every few days to get some bread. He is a decent man. Gentlemen, you may not want to be recognized by others.

"Also, the food at the relief point is always limited. If you go too late, there may be no more. You have to go to churches, workhouses and other places to apply for extra. Today's relief starts after the end of His Majesty's speech. Mr. Thomas should have thought of the time Go straight over."

Benson nodded slowly, and asked with concern:

"What's wrong with Mrs. Thomas? I know some good doctors."

"Illness caused by worry." Melissa said the news she heard, "Mrs. Thomas is very worried about her young son who is serving in the army."

"You mean Little Thomas?" Benson frowned slightly.

After getting an affirmative answer from his sister, he fell silent, as if he was thinking about something.

After a while, when he was approaching the nearest municipal square, Benson looked ahead and said in a low voice:

"Little Thomas is dead..."

... Melissa didn't respond, but her expression was a little dazed for a moment.

They walked forward in silence again, as if relying on inertia.

In front of them, more and more people appeared. These people were wearing formal clothes, holding canes, dressed as gentlemen, or dressed in blue, green, yellow, and red-based skirts, or sweaters, jackets and trousers. , or the dress is dark and the tone is low.

They came out of their own houses and came from the street where they were, like splashes of water, merging together at the intersection to form a stream.

The creek gushes forward, and many streams flow in, interweaving at the entrance of the square to form a majestic torrent.

The torrent was running slowly and flooded the square.

In such a crowd, Melissa felt as small as a drop of water.