Chapter 288 Opening Song

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At Port Enmat, Leonard looked at Daley Simone, who offered to be a group with him, and said:

"Where to start? What suggestions do you have?"

Daly, who was dressed with enchanting beauty and mature temperament, pulled up the hood of the psychic's black robe and glanced at Leonard Mitchell:

“This is a time for gentlemanly opinion and style.”

Leonard looked at the red glove on his left palm, considered it and said:

"We will start according to Captain Sost's arrangement. This may be able to find some clues, but it may not be useful. I suspect that the 'Eye of the Goddess' also knows this. He is just looking for something for us to do, confusing Ince. ·Zangwill.”

"Why do you say that?" Dai Li was not joking, her expression was unusually serious.

Leonard glanced around and his voice became deeper unconsciously:

"0-08 has the characteristic of 'if you know it, it knows you'. Although we only use self-named code names, it should be on the edge of its focus, but as an ongoing investigation, it has been The 'Red Gloves' squad discussing the Ince Zangwill issue, I think our situation may have been grasped by '0-08' so that if Ince Zangwill isn't as completely lost as we thought If you are rational, you can know that something wrong with your situation has been exposed, so you can consciously create coincidences and avoid them."

Dai Li recalled the information related to Ince Zangwill and nodded:

"Soest also raised this issue at the beginning, but he didn't make it as clear and clear as you. It's still at the stage of deducing possible factors from the failure results."

"So, Your Excellency 'Eye of the Goddess' asked us to investigate the situation of 'criminals' passing through Extraordinaries and materials in the surrounding area, and pretended that the matter has not yet been determined. At the same time, he was already preparing to use the corresponding items, set up traps, and wait for Ince Zange Will Will show up on his own initiative?”

Leonard turned around and said as he walked:

"That's probably true, but I suspect that this may not be hidden from '0-08'..."

Dai Li followed diagonally behind and said thoughtfully:

"I think there is still hope for success. Don't forget that one of the goddess's honorific names is the Mother of Secrets."

"Can this restrain '0-08'? Is there a senior church official or a sealed object that can restrain '0-08'? No wonder '0-08' was once obtained by the church and sealed at the bottom of the church..." Leonard's green eyes lit up. , the spirit suddenly lifted.

Dai Li nodded slightly, and her expression softened.

"What do you think, Captain?" Leonard looked at her hand.

"He praised you and said that you have become a lot better now." Dai Li smiled slightly, but did not say Dunn's name. "He said that he could no longer provide you with any help, but he I will always support you. The premise is, pay attention to safety."

Leonard scratched his head and smiled.

"I always feel like you have something on your mind. Are you too stressed?" Dai Li said casually, "Occasionally I can also serve as a mentor other than the undead."

"No, it's nothing, it's just about Ince Zangwill." Leonard shook his head, spoke flawlessly, and reached out to press his temples, "He is a person who has extremely malicious intentions towards the church and the Nighthawks. , If I can’t find him, I’m afraid I won’t even be able to eat or sleep at ease.”

Daly nodded. This defecting bishop caused many large and small coincidences and disasters along the way, and he had great malice. This is also what all the "Red Gloves" who are tracking down Ince Zangwill are worried about. .

A few seconds later, Dai Li's eyes suddenly shrank and she blurted out:

"Will '0-08' know about our discussion just now?"

Leonard's expression was stagnant, he wasn't sure, and he didn't dare to shake his head. He and Dai Li looked at me, and I looked at you, but no one spoke for a while.

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After entering the area of ​​Port Enmat, Klein raised his vigilance to the highest level in order to deal with Edward Vaughn and Ince Zangwill who might suddenly appear.

Enmatt Port is not a big city, because there are no islands around it, so shipping is not very developed. It is just an inconspicuous small port city. It only takes one day to visit the entire city, so the probability of encountering enemies on the roadside is greatly increased.

Klein grasped the talisman he had just made in his hand, carefully let the "winner" marionette approach him, and used the "Divination Staff Technique" again to find the path.

He couldn't just go about the search as carelessly as the Red Gloves.

After leaving Sefirah Castle, he may not be able to do better than the "Red Gloves" team on his own, but Klein has another way to get Ince Zangwill to show up on his own initiative - that is to look for Edward Waugh kindness.

According to the principle of extraordinary aggregation, the two of them will definitely continue to get closer. In fact, all they need to do is follow Edward Vaughn. Either the devil found Ince Zangwill, or Ince Zangwill was lured here.

But in this way, the difficulty increases! This was too dangerous. Although he didn't know how Leonard survived after meeting the other party, Klein felt that he could not let the other party take this risk no matter what. But if Leonard, who has his grandfather to protect his life, doesn't go, Klein himself can't think of any way to make him show up or to follow an angel without being discovered.

"He can sense the divination of Origin Castle, and he probably also knows that the person who is doing the divination on Origin Castle is me... If I... forget it, my intuition tells me that something terrible will definitely happen." Klein only needs a little As soon as I thought about this, I immediately felt chills all over my body. I immediately followed the guidance of my spirit and my heart, and put this method far behind me.

"Ince Zangwill, 'The Immortal King', Edward Vaughn, the concentration of demons here has completely exceeded the standard. High-sequences gathered here briefly. It is estimated that many demons and prisoners will be attracted on the way. …”

What the promoted demon dogs and Jason Belial had caused was already frightening. If more demons came here, Klein could hardly imagine how many disasters would happen in this small town.

"Where would Edward Vaughn be—"

Klein walked for a while and detoured to many places. Suddenly, he heard a melodious piano sound in his ears.

This is a song that he is familiar with, but does not exist in this world.

He slowly turned his head in confusion and subconsciously walked towards the source of the sound, but he immediately stopped halfway.

"Katyusha"

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Anyway, the aggregation ability will make the "Devil Card" come closer by itself, so why should I look for it?

When he woke up, Edward completely forgot about yesterday's little "Red Glove" incident. It didn't matter whether the other party had a firm belief and didn't hear it, or believed it and had doubts. As long as Adam came to pick up 0-08, then he said Everything came true.

He is not interested in what kind of reaction the other party will have. It would be better if he loses control and can also create a little trouble for the Church of the Night.

On the streets of Enmatt, there were many people with tanned skin coming and going, wearing simple clothes of various colors. They may be fishermen, or they may be pirates who make a living at sea. Edward looked at these people slowly, walking and foraging all the way to the city's street garden, and saw a simple piano next to the flower bed.

The piano is the cheapest one. Its four legs and the chair are all fixed to the ground with chains to prevent them from being touched by people with unclean hands and feet.

"Ally, do you want to listen to some music?"

Edward became interested. He circled the piano twice and reached out to press the keys. The serious wrong tone made his eyes darken.

He looked around, squatted down and opened the cover under the piano, drove away the whole family of non-toxic spiders nesting inside, cleaned the interior filled with the moisture of the harbor city, and then tuned the piano.

"I taught music in my previous life...and repaired pianos on the streets in this life. I improved both of them, and the church won't let me in."

"That was not your last life." The black and white eyes opened.

"no difference."

"There is a difference."

"Okay, there's a difference then. What do you want to hear, do you want a song called 'Unbreakable Union'?"

He rolled his eyes and rejected this song that seemed to have some other meaning:

"don't want."

"Then I'll make my own choice."

Edward muttered, stood up and pressed the white key, played a few notes at random, and then bent down to re-debug. After repeating this for about ten minutes, He finally calibrated the pitch of the cheap piano. Looking back, he saw that several people around him had started to stop and watch, curiously watching this respectable gentleman flipping an old piano on the street that was in disrepair. piano.

Edward stood up, dusted himself off, and smiled at them.

"Welcome, welcome everyone to listen to the last performance in life."

He didn't speak loudly, and he didn't explain the meaning of these words. Several people nearby looked at each other in confusion, and then looked at Him with mournful eyes.

Edward spread a clean handkerchief on the piano bench, straightened his clothes, and sat on it.

A beautiful melody slowly rises.

This is not Edward's best song, but this skill has long been engraved in his soul. He instantly attracted the attention of the surrounding passers-by. They were in a hurry and dusty, but they all turned their attention here invariably.

Although tickets to concerts and opera houses in middle-class areas are not expensive, spending a few hours and pennies on something that does not fill your stomach is a luxury in itself.

"You should be familiar with this song, right? Pear blossoms are blooming all over the world, and the river is covered with soft gauze..." Edward sang a few lyrics while playing, and then laughed in a good mood, "My Russian It’s terrible, it’s all memorized by phonetic symbols, but Italian is better.”

"I heard it."

The True Creator became silent after the music started playing. After a long time, He spoke:

"...your pronunciation is a disaster."

But after thousands of years, it’s a joy to be able to hear your mother tongue again, isn’t it? Seeing that the true Creator fell silent, instead of once again persistently correcting his behavior of confusing "Edward Vaughn" with the identity of an alien god, Edward became visibly happy and actively tortured with "disastrous" pronunciation The other party, no one can understand it anyway.

A piano can do very little, but this soft and beautiful tune makes more and more people stop and watch.

Some barefoot children squeezed into the crowd by virtue of their small stature, looking curiously at the object that could flow out water-like music with just one press.

But they quickly turned their attention elsewhere. Seeing that there were neither boxes for collecting money nor hats around the performers, they squeezed out while waving their dirty little hands in disappointment.

"Would you like me to tell you the story of Edward? He was not born into a musical family, but his father was the church choir leader... He chose music because his studies were really not good, and the teacher tactfully suggested that he give up studying for college. , and the result was a hit or miss."

He began to separate himself and "Edward Vaughan" into two people again.

The True Creator felt that he could not understand the alien gods' classification of his identity, so he simply stopped caring about these trivial matters.

"His temper was a bit irritable, and he was not used to the feeling of performing on stage at first. He spent a lot of effort to get admitted to the Conservatory of Music. During the first final exam he studied for, he was criticized by the teacher because his singing voice was too low. He was very He angrily refuted the teacher on the spot, so he got the first failing grade. He was so angry that he didn't sleep well for two days. ... This is why he finally chose to become an instrumentalist, so that he only had to stare at himself on the stage. instruments and hands, without having to think about the audience.”

"During winter and summer vacations, he would return to the church near his home to participate in charity performances and help the choir and band. The last organist gave him a letter of recommendation, and he embarked on this path. Later, he As I grow older, my temper becomes better and better..."

He whispered to the True Creator in English because He didn’t know the second verse and neither did He.

Although some people kept leaving, more and more passers-by gathered around. When the first piece of music ended, there was continuous applause from the crowd, and a young girl asked loudly:

“Can you play a specific piece?”

Edward turned his eyes to the girl with freckles on her face and nodded: "Of course."

"Sir, which god are you a believer in?" the girl boldly asked again.

Edward thought for a moment: "The God of Steam and Machinery."

The girl pursed her lips slightly in disappointment, but did not say the song in her mind. A steam believer in the crowd immediately answered:

"'Mass of Gears'! Can you do that?"

Edward nodded: "No problem."

Then, He laughed humorously: "It's just that I haven't played this piece of music for at least a hundred years."

There was a gentle, harmless laugh from the crowd at this gentleman's excellent sense of humor and self-effacement.

This piece was an attempt to imitate human creativity. It was released anonymously. In its composition, the idea of ​​​​the classic song "The Bell" from the old era was incorporated. It has a fixed rising scale as the underlying rhythm. To express the rotation of gears, a metronome is also used to simulate the sound of mechanical operation. Breaking away from the church's rigid hymn theme, with new chord arrangement techniques and rhythms, and Edward's improvement of the piano, the song opened up new ideas for many subsequent church musics. In the morning, I put the letter into the anonymous mailbox of the Steam Church, the God of Artisans, and in the afternoon I tried to play at the church's weekend mass, which was a great success.

For a time, the price of even metronomes in Trierri increased.

The Church of Steam came out to look for someone, but could never find the real author. It also repeatedly drove away the real author who tried to sneak into the church, and finally became an "anonymous" in the history books.

Edward tried the pitch, then reached into his pocket and pulled out an antique mechanical metronome that obviously couldn't fit in his pocket. This thing originally cost nearly 10 pounds a piece in Trier.

"Click, click, click..."

After adjusting the frequency, He pressed the first tone. The steam believers in the crowd fell silent in unison, listening to this extremely rhythmic melody. The believers of other gods also fell silent, and the low prayers of the steam believers rang in their ears.

The three religions of Loen stand side by side, and they give each other the necessary respect for the believers of the pagan religions. But the beauty of music does not distinguish between faith and national boundaries. Under the bright sky, everyone has a sense of sacredness in their hearts, as if something sacred will appear next moment, or it will be like attending mass in a church. , feel the tranquility and transcendence of body and mind.

Edward also stopped talking to himself in the eyes of others, but before the music was halfway through, he suddenly looked to the left and ahead.

His hands did not stop playing, but there was an uneasy smile gradually growing on his face.

A heavy footsteps approached the crowd from a distance, a faint smell of blood drifted over with the wind in the city, a scream sounded, and a figure walked towards this direction from the other direction.

The figure is holding a classical quill, wearing a black clergy robe covered with blood. His hair is dark blond and has no wrinkles. His facial features are like classical sculptures. One eye is dark blue and almost black, and the other is covered with small blood vessels. His expression is sinister and sinister. sluggish.

He approached the garden in the middle of the street step by step. People around him were dying in various ways inexplicably.

The people around Edward did not notice the huge danger approaching from behind, and still listened to the mass and prayed. Edward stared closely at the notebook in the hand of the figure holding 0-08, and a simple bookmark popped up.

A smile appeared on the corner of the devil's mouth. Just as he was about to stand up, the surrounding vision suddenly changed.

The sun in the sky disappeared, and the masonry ground and flower beds turned into a vast plain growing with night herbs and moonflowers. A red moon hung above the sky, covering everything around it with a blood-red veil.

Where did the goddess of the night come from? Where is my devil card? Edward's smile disappeared.

At the same time, in his pure black eyes, a figure slowly emerged. The face of the woman in black robe was beautiful but expressionless. The death disaster came quietly, as if He was watching a dead person.

0-17!

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"not good!"

At the moment when the vision suddenly turned completely black, the true Creator who was monitoring everything suddenly stood up. He was immediately ready to leave to prevent things from getting to the worst.

But the next moment, a blond priest wearing white robes appeared in front of him, his eyes were as pure and clear as a child's.

"Adam!"

An angry word burst out from the throat of the True Creator. He stared at his half body, and the surrounding shadows instantly became as boiling as boiling water:

"Don't use your avatar to stop me, get out of here!"

Adam held the silver cross in his hand. Facing the wrath of the true God, He was neither panic nor annoyed, but smiled calmly:

"You should thank me."

"Otherwise, how could it be possible that the Church of the Night has not launched a campaign against your members so far?"

The True Creator frowned.

This was also where he had doubts for a long time—or rather, there were too many doubts. When he returned to Sequence 3, the Aurora Society's stronghold on the outskirts of Backlund was scanned by the eyes of the gods. This was not surprising. But then, the following events, including becoming a god, entering Backlund, and designating Klein as his beloved, did not attract any natural attention or attack.

"It's really you." He narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, after I confirmed your status, I immediately re-negotiated with the Night Goddess. I claimed that you were bewitched by the outer gods, but you were not contaminated and can still be trusted." Adam said compassionately, "No To think that you are one step ahead of me."

"In this case, I no longer need the trend of the times, and you will take over everything from now on."

"Only, the descendant of the foreign god cannot stay by your side. He should be dead by now."

Adam stared peacefully at the true Creator who suddenly became stunned.

"...Without a few words with you, I wouldn't have imagined that being arbitrary is such an infuriating thing."

The shadow of the riot surged to Adam's feet, swallowing up the figure emitting a faint golden light at any time. The true creator almost cursed:

"You even--you didn't even come and have a single word of communication with me!!"

"He is not a descendant of an external god!"

The True Creator had trouble breathing, and it took a lifetime of cultivation to restrain the urge to tell the truth and scold Adam bloody:

"You have no idea what you did! Get out of here!"

Adam, who was confused, finally realized that something was wrong with the state of his body. He frowned and said:

"What's the meaning?"

The real Creator didn't want to talk nonsense with Him anymore. He was just about to crush this verbose virtual personality to death and leave.

Suddenly, his vision returned to that eye.

He saw as if countless invisible sharp blades were passing through, cutting into pieces the piano and the dull-eyed Edward Vaughan.

TBC

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