Chapter 31 Miracle "Forest"

boom!

The "Red Gloves" captain Eric, who was on high alert, trembled inexplicably and saw that the wandering magician who called himself Merlin Hermes exploded directly behind the astronomical telescope.

However, there was no splatter of blood and flesh, and the broken limbs disappeared into the air like soap bubbles.

"..." Eric and the team members Wen Sheng looked over were all in a stunned state, not understanding how such a change could suddenly occur.

A second later, Eric said in a deep voice:

"Evacuate!"

He wanted to lead the team out of the apartment before the danger had really dissipated.

At this moment, another figure walked in through the open door of Room 403. It was actually Merlin Hermes who exploded out of thin air just now.

The wandering magician wore a high top hat and a black robe, as if nothing had happened, and said to Eric and his team members:

"The root of the problem was really that astronomical telescope."

While speaking, Klein walked to the balcony area and tapped the astronomical telescope with his right hand.

With another bang, the astronomical telescope suddenly shattered into metal spots, and a stinky blue-black gas permeated the air.

After the gray and white fog appeared and disappeared, the stench disappeared, the blue and black disappeared, and the interior of the room completely returned to normal.

"...What the hell is going on here?" Eric forced himself to forget the other party's death and reappearance, and asked carefully.

As a fairly experienced "Red Glove" captain, he has some guesses about the truth of the whole thing, and the purpose of asking questions is mainly to seek confirmation.

Klein smiled and said:

"Simply put, this astronomical telescope has changed for some reason, causing the owner of the room to see things that he shouldn't see.

"If you want to know more detailed details, you can only collect clues yourself, and I'm not too sure."

Eric nodded slightly and turned his attention to his teammates, signaling them to continue their investigation.

After a busy time,

Eric said to Merlin Hermes:

"There are not many clues left in the room, we can only confirm a few things:

"One, John is a local resident and served in the war, and his mental state seems to have some problems because of this; two, he was an astronomy enthusiast very early, and after the war, he joined an academic organization called the 'Celestial Research Society' , but we haven't collected any information about this organization before; three, John seems to be looking for a way to see the real starry sky."

When speaking of the word "starry sky", Eric paused for a while, as if he had been warned by the upper echelons of the Church of the Night.

After the war, he joined an organization called the "Celestial Body Seminar"... Looking for a way to see the real starry sky... Klein, combined with the "experience" just now, had a certain degree of certainty about the matter, and nodded lightly:

"You should all know that 'starry sky' means danger, and you can't even understand it."

"We will report this case to the Archbishop as soon as possible, and define the 'Celestial Seminar' as a dangerous organization." Eric said as if communicating with his boss who was not directly in charge of the "Night Watcher".

Klein didn't respond. As he walked towards the door, he sighed:

"The war has indeed had an irreversible effect on all sides..."

After the fall of "God of War", the crumbling original barrier lost part of its support, and "Goddess of the Night" has not fully grasped the corresponding "uniqueness" for the time being. In this case, the erosion of the world by the outer gods naturally deepened, which was combined with the war wounds of a large number of ordinary people.

Klein suspects that during the post-war reconstruction period, many cult organizations that point to the "starry sky" and point to different outer gods have quietly appeared all over Loen. If they are allowed to develop believers and make various high-risk attempts, the doomsday will definitely be in advance.

With a sigh, he walked out of room 403 step by step, his figure blurred quickly, became transparent, and disappeared.

In a hotel near Praia Street, Klein, who had already checked in, picked up the coffee in front of him and took a sip.

While it was still early, he went out again and took a carriage to the outskirts of the riverbank area of ​​Conston City.

There is a cemetery here, with stone monuments standing like a low forest.

Klein walked through the cemetery, relying on his spirituality to "guide the way" and found a tombstone.

The owner of this tombstone is called:

"Welch McGovern".

This is Klein's original college classmate. Because he bought the Antigonus family notebook, he died strangely in Tingen, which indirectly led to Zhou Mingrui's "traveling".

Welch McGovern's father was a banker in Conston City, who paid to bring his son's body back to his hometown and buried it in this cemetery.

Klein stared at the photo on the tombstone for a few seconds, bent down, and placed the white bouquet in his hand in front of Welch's grave.

He was about to turn and leave when he suddenly stopped, and twenty or thirty seconds later, an old man with a black cane came over from the other direction.

Klein recognized him and knew that this was Welch's father, a banker in Midsea County who had invited himself and his classmates to a feast.

However, compared with a few years ago, this gentleman has aged a lot. He used to be a very energetic middle-aged gentleman. Now his hair is half white, and there are many wrinkles around the corners of his eyes, mouth, and forehead.

"Who are you?" Welch's father asked suspiciously and warily, looking at the stranger at the grave.

Klein sighed and said:

"Uncle, I'm a friend of Welch's, and I happened to be passing through Conston City recently."

Welch's father nodded slightly and said in a low voice:

"He's a guy who likes to make friends, and I only know part of it."

What he said was actually explaining why he didn't invite the guest in front of him to the funeral in the first place, and he was very sorry for that.

Klein didn't say much, looked left and right and said:

"Is there anything you need help with, or what wish do you want to achieve? I hope I can provide strength."

Welch's father looked around and smiled bitterly:

"Can you get all the dead here to stand up again?"

It's not impossible, but it's not the same as what you want to stand up again... Klein sighed and shook his head.

"Then can you restore Conston to his original appearance?" Welch's father asked again with a wry smile.

Without waiting for Klein to respond, he sighed and continued:

"There is no need to provide help. What can be achieved, I can do it myself, and what cannot be achieved, I can only pray to the gods."

While speaking, the banker passed Klein, walked to his son's tombstone, bent down and put down the white bouquet in his hand.

Klein looked at his back and whispered to himself:

"I'll try my best."

After speaking, he turned around and left the cemetery.

…………

Conston, in a bar decorated in the last century.

A man in a thick jacket, holding a beer, walked over to the board next to the bar, trying to find part-time work from the sheets of paper stuck to it.

Suddenly, he saw a strange delegated task:

"I'm a journalist, and I want to collect stories from different people, preferably from my own experience. The reward I can offer is to fulfill your wishes for repairing and rebuilding your house for free. There are sufficient resources for this.

"Merlin Hermes."

The man frowned subconsciously, feeling that the commission was too peculiar, like the product of a prank.

"Can you understand the text above?" A thin man sitting by the wooden board seized the opportunity and asked.

There are only a few literate guests in this bar. Even if they want to find a job or accept a corresponding commission, most of them can’t understand what is written on the paper pasted on the wooden board, and the bartender can only remember Live in the highest paid ones.

Based on such a situation, the thin man had read free schools by himself, mastered common Luen vocabulary words, and provided corresponding interpretations for others at the price of a quarter of a penny each time.

This is how he survives.

The man shook his head and said that he understood Luenwen. He pointed to Merlin Hermes' request and said:

"This is real?"

"Really, the reporter is sitting in that corner, wearing a very high hat." The thin man pointed out the direction enthusiastically.

The reporter had promised him a quarter of a penny for every person he introduced.

The man with the beer fell silent, hesitated for ten seconds before walking to the corner and found the reporter named Merlin Hermes.

"Will you really help me rebuild my house?" he asked a little nervously and a little worriedly.

Klein pointed to the document placed on the small round table and said:

"We can sign a contract."

"...No, even if you just provide some materials, I'm very satisfied." The man sat opposite Klein and said rather cautiously, "I don't have a very vivid story."

"It's real enough." Klein nodded slightly, giving encouragement.

The man looked down, staring at the table and said:

"I'm a Conston native and once had a decent job and bought a townhouse on Empty Street, then, when the war broke out, my house was in ruins in a bombing, My eldest son, the kid who just entered elementary school, was buried inside...

"We had to rent another two-bedroom until the Feysacs took Conston and they, they dragged my wife and she never came back...

"Some time ago, someone notified me to identify her body. I couldn't recognize her. She was so rotten that she didn't look like her. However, her remaining clothes were still in the pockets, including our water bill...

"When she was renting out, she always missed our home, and so did my little daughter, I don't have much money now, so I can barely make ends meet, but I hope to rebuild that house little by little.

"Frankly speaking, I really don't like telling others about my misfortune. I'd rather be silent, but if I can really get help in rebuilding this matter, then I can..."

Klein held a pen and paper and pretended to be taking notes. Hearing this, he nodded lightly and said:

"Your wish will come true. You will wait for me tomorrow in front of the ruins of the house on Danchao Street."

At the same time, he pushed the 1 sole note over:

"It's the money to buy you a drink."

The man's eyes flickered, as if he wanted to refuse, but he finally picked up the bill.

The next day, after sending his little daughter to the mission school, he walked back to the familiar Danchao Street along the familiar road, and then saw the familiar house.

Its chimney, its windows, its gate, and the weeds on its walls have not changed at all. It is so familiar that it seems that a beautiful hostess will open the door in the next second and lead two The children came out to meet their father.

The man froze there, unable to believe it was true.

But even if it was a hallucination, he was willing to sink into it.

…………

Several days passed, and Klein, who had fulfilled one similar wish after another, pushed open the window of the hotel, and in the mist of the morning light, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

In Conston, a city with a high terrain, Welch's father woke up early because he dreamed of his dead son and relatives, and walked to the balcony, ready to breathe the morning air.

Under the light of dawn, he suddenly saw the chimneys and blast furnaces, and saw one tall building after another.

The former city of Constantine completely reappeared in front of his eyes, bathed in the orange morning light.