Chapter 213 Another Look

Ince Zangwill went to Backlund... I don't know how long he will stay there... Well... I can confirm it every once in a while... Klein leaned forward thoughtfully, wiped On the surface of the parchment, write a new divination statement:

"The current location of Lanwusi."

In his opinion, Ince Zangwill is undoubtedly the chief culprit who caused the death of the captain and others, and caused him to almost sleep forever. Bloody price!

After reciting it silently seven times, Klein entered the dreamland again, but the picture presented after the gray world split apart was exactly the same as what he had just seen!

A wide, slightly turbid river, piers one after another, row upon row of houses, various Gothic-style buildings dominated by the Loen trend, crowded streets, bustling scenes, and the "fog" that is constantly spraying. The chimneys, the extremely gorgeous palace complex, the towering and iconic Gothic bell tower...

Lanevus is also in Backlund, the "Land of Hope", the "Capital of Ten Thousand Capitals"!

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

"This shows that Lanerus's sequence is much higher than I expected... No, it may also be that he has gained huge benefits in the process of helping the 'True Creator' to descend the heir, for example, a little divinity, for example, similar to The umbilical cord-like item left by the baby in Megose's belly, uh...the latter was probably taken by Ince Zangwill..." Klein's thoughts turned sharply, he whispered to himself, and carried on initial guesses.

After confirming the ambiguous positions of the two enemies, he thought about another practical problem, that is, he still doesn't have the strength to take revenge!

Even if Lanwusi only has Sequence 7, or even Sequence 8, he is not easy to deal with after he has obtained huge benefits, and he is obviously good at cunning, and it is normal operation to kill a strong person who is stronger than himself... Ince Zanger Will is even more terrifying. He is a demigod of Sequence 4 and possesses a terrifying "o"-level sealed item... Although my time travel still hides some secrets, it is obviously impossible to transform it into combat power. Maybe it will take a long time. I can't even see the possibility...the only two ways are to continue to improve your own sequence and collect powerful magical items...grab it with both hands, and use both hands...

While thinking about it, Klein decided to add a divination.

After considering the language, he solemnly wrote:

"I hope to become stronger."

Gently putting down the round-bellied pen that appeared, Klein leaned back against the back of the chair and closed his eyes.

While meditating, he fell into a deep sleep with the help of meditation.

In the gray world, he saw the scene he had just seen again, he saw the river, the dock, the chimney, the crowd, the palace complex, all kinds of machinery and the Gothic clock tower, and he saw Backlund, the capital of the Loen Kingdom!

Immediately afterwards, the picture changed, and he saw a majestic mountain piercing through the white clouds, a magnificent and ancient palace, the huge seat carved from stone, inlaid with dim gems and gold, and Weird vertical pupils made up of countless mysterious symbols.

Without a sound, the scene was shattered. Klein slowly sat up straight, reaching out and tapping the edge of the long bronze table.

"Becklund has the hope of me becoming stronger..."

"The second scene refers to the main peak of the Hornages Mountains, referring to the treasure left by the Antigonus family? The Antigonus family's notes made up of countless mysterious symbols were passed to me after polluting the 'Muppet of Doom' His 'weird vertical pupil' is the key to unlocking everything..."

Thoughts flashed one by one, and Klein decided not to rush to the Honakis Mountains. The hidden dangers here are so high that even a demigod of Sequence 4 may not be able to bear it.

So, let's go to Backlund... Klein sighed, made a decision, wrapped himself in spirituality, simulated the feeling of falling, and left this mysterious space above the gray mist.

Returning to the real world, he walked out of the hiding place and returned to Dunn Smith's grave.

Taking a deep look at the photos and inscriptions on the tombstone, Klein slowly drew a crimson moon on his chest, then turned and walked outside the cemetery.

As a former Nighthawk who would visit Raphael's cemetery from time to time, he was very familiar with the behavior of the gravekeepers and the surrounding environment, and he easily left the quiet and deserted area without causing any disturbance. Along the road paved with rammed earth, under the shade of the trees, we walked straight to the downtown area of ​​Tingen.

The night was so peaceful, the red moon was so dreamy, Klein walked alone, his thoughts scattered like a runaway horse, sometimes thinking about revenge plans, sometimes recalling the captain's unreliable Memories, recalling the sadness hidden under old Neil's humor...

Unknowingly, Klein walked into the nearest street like a wandering spirit, turning one after another.

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

He found himself standing on Narcissus Street, opposite the home he shared with his brother and sister.

Instinctively, Klein returned here.

Taking a step forward with a little joy, he suddenly paused again, showing a bitter smile, and whispered to himself:

"If I knocked on the door here, Melissa would probably faint on the spot... Benson would probably start to turn around nervously, and then try his best to calmly persuade me, in the name of the curly-haired baboon..."

Shaking his head, Klein took a deep look at the familiar door and walked towards Iron Cross Street.

That's fine, that's fine... I won't involve them in what I'm going to do in the future... The pensions given by the Nighthawks team and the police department are definitely enough to allow them to live a stable middle-class life, even if Melissa doesn't Find a job, Benson is also unemployed...

After walking silently for a while, Klein began to feel his own fatigue, but as a "dead person", he had nothing but the clothes he was wearing, the citrine pendant, and the Azik copper whistle, including gold Pounds, including soli, including pence.

"Should I blow the copper whistle and send a letter to Mr. Ards, asking him to help me quickly?" Klein smiled bitterly, "Forget it, don't contact him for now, maybe Ince Zan Gewell is still observing him secretly, and will look for him when the time is right... As an 'old monster' who has lived for thousands of years, he should be able to understand such things as 'resurrecting from the dead'... Well, it's not too cold tonight, just find a place to make do and sleep, and go to the Tingen branch of Backlund Bank tomorrow morning to withdraw the money from my unregistered account."

——Because of too many things recently, he has not had time to do the follow-up experiment of "sacrifice", and 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 another newspaper tomorrow to confirm the day of the week... Miss Justice and the others have not received any new prayers, which means that I haven't missed the party..." While thinking about it, Klein found a corner sheltered from the wind, sat down, took off his coat, covered himself, and fell asleep with his back against the wall.

Not long after he fell asleep, he was suddenly woken up by someone, and saw a policeman with a short stick.

There is only one "v" on the epaulettes, the policeman at the lowest level... Klein took a glance and confirmed the identity of the other party.

The policeman said viciously:

"Can't sleep here!"

"Streets and parks are not places for you lazy, uninspired bums to sleep!"

"That's what the Poor Law says!"

Yeah? Klein froze for a moment, because his identity was sensitive, he didn't argue with the other party.

He took his coat and walked on the street again until dawn.

Soon, with his head down, he entered the Beckland Tingen branch where he opened the account, and used the preset "password" to withdraw 200 pounds in cash, and he kept the remaining one-third of the "deposit" in the account. Accident

——When writing the ancient Hermetic incantation used as the code, Klein undoubtedly heard the "sound of supplication".

Next, he spent a total of 38 pounds on two suits, two shirts, two pairs of trousers, two pairs of leather boots, two bow ties, four pairs of socks, and two sets of double-breasted woolen overcoats for winter. Two solid-color sweaters, two pairs of thick trousers, in addition, there is a walking stick, a wallet, and a leather hand luggage.

After doing all this, Klein found a hotel to take a shower and change clothes. Then, in order to avoid the acquaintances he might meet, he took a rented carriage directly to the steam train station in Tingen City. He bought a newspaper on the way and confirmed that today is Sunday.

From Tingen City to Backlund, it only takes about four hours to take the steam train. The luxury first-class seat costs three-quarters of a pound, which is 15 soli, and the second-class seat costs 10 soli, half a pound.

Very crowded, the third-class seat in very poor condition is quite cheap, only 5 soli.

Klein thought about it, and bought the second-class seat for the two o'clock in the afternoon.

Holding the ticket and carrying the suitcase, Klein found a seat at random in the waiting hall, and it was only early in the morning at this time.

He was very fortunate that the Loen Kingdom did not have a strict household registration system. Three months of tap water, gas and rent bills could be used to prove his identity, and it was even easier to buy steam train tickets, just give money.

Sitting in the waiting hall, Klein suddenly felt a little empty when he thought about leaving Tingen City in the afternoon and going to Dubecklund.

He thought of the younger sister who lived out the feeling of being a mother, the elder brother who liked to tell ironic jokes, and the scene where the three of them were overfed, paralyzed in their positions, and no one wanted to move...

Scene after scene, Klein laughed suddenly, a little uncomfortable, because he thought of Melissa's tortoise called "doll", and Benson's pitiful boundary.

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

It wasn't until this moment that Klein understood why he didn't choose an earlier train and bought the one at 2 pm.

He put on the leather suitcase, quickly left the waiting hall, and returned to Narcissus Street in a rented carriage.

Then, he hid in the shadow of the opposite house, looked at the gate of his own house, tried to pass several times, but couldn't cross the wide street.

Klein stared blankly at the opposite side, suddenly feeling that he was homeless. He also had a similar feeling when he first traveled through.

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

One of them was wearing a black skirt, a black gauze hat, a black shirt, a black vest, black trousers, a black coat, and a black top hat. They all had the same dull expression, and their mood was very low.

Melissa has lost weight... Why is Benson so haggard... Klein's heart ached and he opened his mouth, but he couldn't call out those two names anymore.

He unconsciously followed Benson and Melissa to the nearest municipal square, and saw tents being set up there again, and a new circus performing.

Benson paid for the tickets, took Melissa inside, forced a smile and said:

"This circus is famous."

Melissa nodded without expression:

"Um."

Suddenly, her foot slipped, her ankle was slightly crooked, and she was about to fall.

Klein, who bought a ticket to enter, opened his mouth, wanting to help his sister, but he could only retract the subconsciously extended hand, standing helplessly not far away, in the crowd of people passing by.

Benson was taken aback, and it was too late to help, but Melissa stood up quickly, pursed her lips, and said nothing.

At this time, the clowns rushed over, some performed without falling over the wheels of the carriage, some crawled on the huge ball, some threw tennis balls into the sky, and caught them one by one with funny movements.

Melissa watched these performances with a calm expression as if the other party didn't exist. Benson tried hard a few times and applauded loudly, but he couldn't mobilize his sister's emotions, and he gradually became depressed.

Klein pursed his lips tightly, watching the scene from afar, wanting to get close but not daring.

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

Benson and Melissa continued walking, silently watching the various performances.

After a while, they saw a clown painted in red, yellow, white and other colors running over, first throwing tennis balls into the sky, and then when people's attention was drawn to mid-air, a bunch of balls appeared out of nowhere. Flowers, a bouquet of Seville chrysanthemums.

The bouquet of flowers came close to Melissa and Benson. The golden color symbolized happiness.

Melissa and Benson looked at the clown facing him blankly, and saw that his face was covered with red, yellow, white and other colors of oil paint, the corners of his mouth were raised high, and there was a fixed happy smile, exaggerated smile, funny smile .

(End of the first part)

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