Chapter 250 The End

Dixie County, Conant City, 67 Red Sycamore Street.

Klein took a step forward with the more common face of the Loen Kingdom, and rang the doorbell.

In less than a minute, the door opened with a creak, and a maid in a long black and white dress looked around for a few seconds and asked in doubt:

"Good evening, who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Mrs. Nilu. I'm a friend of her father, David Raymond." Klein replied calmly.

David Raymond is the Nightmare he released from Creeping Hunger, and the Red Glove from Nighthawks. The last thing he misses most is his daughter Nilu Raymond. He felt guilty for not being able to grow up with her, making her almost lose her father at the same time as losing her mother. Klein promised him at the time that if he had the opportunity, he would come to this beautiful coastal city to help him see how his daughter was doing.

After inquiring beforehand, Klein has already grasped the general situation of Nilu Lemon. After graduating from grammar school, this girl entered the "Caring Women and Children Foundation" of the Evernight Goddess Church, and her weekly salary reached 2 pounds. 10 soli, the envy of the neighbors around.

She also inherited an inheritance from her "businessman" father. Others don't know exactly how much, but she is richer than most of the middle class.

Normally, this kind of girl with enough wealth would be very cautious about marriage, would repeatedly select and examine, so that she would often marry late, but after only one year of working, Nilu married a government employee.

Because both parties believe in the "Goddess of the Night", she does not take her husband's surname, and her name is still Nilu Leimeng, and she still lives at No. 67, Hongwutong Street, and has not moved out.

Hearing Klein's answer, the maid hurriedly asked him to wait, then turned around and entered the living room to report.

Not long after, a lady in a house dress walked towards the door. She had black hair and blue eyes, thin cheeks, and pretty good facial features, somewhat similar to David Raymond.

"Good evening, sir. I'm David Raymond's daughter Nilu, when did you meet my father?" Nilu Raymond asked politely but cautiously.

Klein took off his hat, smiled and said:

"We've known each other at sea for several years."

Nilu Leimeng glanced vigilantly at the opposite side and said:

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

Klein sighed:

"I know, I met him during that disaster. He said something at the time. I didn't care much at first, but the more I think about it in the past few years, the more I think I should let you know."

"Really?" Nilu whispered, and thought for a while, "Come in, do you mind my husband listening?"

"This is only related to your decision." Klein responded frankly.

Nina nodded, and led Klein all the way into the study. Her husband, a government employee with an ordinary appearance and gentle temperament, put down the newspaper and followed him in.

After the two parties sat down respectively, Klein looked at the couple on the opposite sofa, thought it over and said:

"Mr. David Lemon once experienced a disaster and lost his father, mother, wife, brother and sister."

Nilu nodded expressionlessly and said:

"I know."

Klein thought for a while, then continued:

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

"I know." Nina said without much reaction.

Klein glanced at her and continued:

"He devoted himself wholeheartedly to this matter. It's a pity that he couldn't accompany you to grow up. When you lost your mother, you almost lost your father."

Nina was silent for a second, and responded quickly:

"I know!"

Klein glanced over the old books around him, and sighed silently:

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

Nilu's gaze slowly moved away from Klein's face, her mouth opened.

After a pause of two seconds, he replied:

"……I know."

Klein leaned forward slightly, clasped his hands and said:

"He said he might die at sea, let me tell you, he died by accident, all the previous murderers have been punished, you don't need to hate anyone.

"He also said he loved you very much and he was sorry."

Nina was silent for a few seconds, blinked her eyes, looked sideways, and let out a sigh of confusion:

"I see……"

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

"I've already conveyed it, I should leave."

The other side's response was silence, and Nilu's husband nodded slightly as a gesture of thanks.

Klein turned around and walked towards the door of the study. Just as he turned the handle, Nilu Leimeng's low and hoarse voice suddenly came from behind:

"What kind of person do you think he is?"

Klein was silent for a second, then turned his head, raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile:

"A Guardian."

He didn't stay any longer, opened the door of the study, and walked to the coat rack.

When he put on his top hat and left No. 67 Hongwutong Street, a thin cry that he tried to suppress suddenly sounded and penetrated into his ears.

Shaking his head silently, Klein left the block and entered a church of the Evernight Goddess.

Passing through the deep and quiet aisle, he sat in the seventh row from the bottom, facing the dark holy emblem with half a crimson moon and bright stars, took off his top hat, lowered his head, and clasped his hands in front of his mouth , like most believers here.

In the silent silence and tranquility, time passed quickly. Klein slowly opened his eyes and stood up gently.

Where he was sitting, there was a mass of things wrapped in paper.

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

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

Snapped!

The paper on his previous position was suddenly ignited, which attracted the priest's attention. By the time the gentleman rushed over, the flame had already been extinguished, leaving behind a deep black gem-like jelly.

"This is..." Although the pastor didn't know what the gelatinous substance was, his inspiration told him that it was very important!

When he and other pastors chased outside the church, the gentleman in the tuxedo suit and half top hat just now had disappeared.

next morning.

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

Holding a second-class ticket worth 18 soli and his identification documents in one hand, and a black leather suitcase in the other, he stood upright on the platform, waiting for the train to Backlund to arrive.

Now he looks like a middle-aged man in his forties, in his early 180s, with black hair mixed with a little silver, blue eyes as deep as a lake at night, his facial features are quite attractive, mature and elegant.

Looking down at the identity document in his hand, Klein's eyes reflected his current name:

"Dwayne Dantès."

After thinking about it, he put the suitcase on the ground, opened it upside down, and stuffed all the identification documents in it.

Inside this suitcase, there is a small black wooden box, which contains the ashes of former Loen soldier Longzel Edward.

As soon as Klein finished packing the suitcases, there was a humming sound in his ears. A steam train puffed out smoke, rattled into the platform, and came to a stop from fast to slow.

He raised his head, cast his gaze forward, looked at it silently, and then whispered to the suitcase:

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

He immediately stood up straight, picked up his belongings, and walked towards the opened door step by step.

…………

Backlund, Jorwood District, 26 King Street.

Benson took off his hat and coat, handed them to the maid, and looked at his younger sister Melissa who was concentrating on reading in the living room, and said:

"June is the entrance exam, and you can finally understand the pain of my serious study before."

Melissa didn't look up, she still read the book and said:

"I'm studying hard every day."

"Be humorous, Melissa, be humorous, what's the difference between a person who doesn't understand humor and a curly-haired baboon?" Benson said with a smile.

Melissa glanced at him casually and said:

"You didn't say that before."

She didn't worry about the difference between humans and curly-haired baboons, but instead asked:

"Are government employees also finishing work this late?"

"No, it's just that there have been a lot of things recently. You know, oh, you don't know. In this kind of big change, the handover of work before and after, and the straightening out of different relationships are all very troublesome." Benson glanced at the people in the living room. Looking at the mirror, he couldn't help raising his hand to straighten his hair, and said with an unhappy expression, "Although I'm just a small employee of the Ministry of Finance, it doesn't prevent me from having many jobs. The only thing that comforts me is that, Finally passed the damn internship period, and then I will have a weekly salary of 3 pounds!"

Melissa put down her book and said to Benson as she walked towards the restaurant:

"It's time for dinner."

She paused, and said very seriously:

"I read the newspaper before, saying that there is something called Doningsman tree sap, which is very effective for hair growth."

Benson's expression suddenly became complicated.

…………

Woo!

Amidst the sound of the whistle, the long steam train drove into Backlund with a bang.

Carrying his suitcase, Klein set foot on the land of the "City of All Capitals" and "Land of Hope" again. He found that the fog was much thinner than before, and there was no obvious yellowish color. Not lit early to dispel gloom and gloom.

Looking around, Klein exited the steam train station, changed to the subway and a carriage, and came directly to a Church of the Storms cemetery outside the west district.

Then, he spent a small amount of money to put Longzel Edward's urn into a cabinet.

At this time, it has been more than 165 years since the day this Loen soldier left Backlund.

Taking a step back and staring deeply for a while, Klein shook the paper into iron, and inscribed on the cabinet door:

"Lonzel Edward."

He closed his eyes and wrote again:

"Every journey has an end."

(End of the third part)

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