Bang!
The highly alert Red Glove Captain Eric's body trembled inexplicably and saw the wandering magician who claimed to be Merlin Hermes explode directly behind the astronomy telescope.
However, this did not splash out the flesh and blood, and the broken limbs quickly disappeared into the air like soap bubbles.
... Eric and the team members who heard the reputation were all stunned, not understanding how this change suddenly happened.
A second later, Eric said in a deep voice:
Evacuate!
He wanted to lead the team to escape from the apartment before the danger was really dissipated.
At this moment, another figure came into the open door of Room 403. It turned out to be Merlin Hermes, who had just exploded out of thin air.
The wandering magician wore a tall top hat and a black robe, as if nothing had happened, told Eric and his team members:
The root of the problem is indeed the astronomical telescope.
While speaking, Klein walked to the balcony area and patted the astronomical telescope with his right hand.
With another bang, the astronomical telescope suddenly shattered into metal light spots, and some foul-smelling blue-black gas was filled with.
After the gray and white mist appeared and disappeared, the stench disappeared, the blue and black disappeared, and the interior of the room completely returned to normal.
...What's going on?Eric forced himself to forget what happened again when the other party died, and asked carefully.
As a well-experienced Red Glove Captain, he has some guesses about the truth of the whole matter, and the purpose of the question is mainly to seek confirmation.
Klein smiled and said:
Simply put, this astronomical telescope had some reason to change, causing the owner of the room to see things that he shouldn't have seen.
If you want to know more detailed details, you can only collect clues by yourself, and I don’t know much about it.
Eric nodded slightly, turned his gaze to his team members, signaling them to continue to explore.
After some busy schedule, Eric said to Merlin Hermes:
There are not many clues left in the room, so we can only determine a few things:
First, John was a local resident and served in the war, and his mental state seemed to have certain problems; second, he was an astronomy enthusiast for a long time, and after the war, he joined an academic organization called the "Celestial Training Society", but we did not collect any information about this organization before; third, John seemed to be looking for a way to see the real starry sky.
When talking about the word Starry Sky, Eric paused for a moment, as if he had received a warning from the upper class of the Night Church.
After the war, he joined an organization called the Celestial Training Council... Looking for a way to see the real starry sky... Based on his experience just now, Klein gained a certain degree of confidence in things, so he nodded gently:
You should all know that the ‘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 Workshop' as a dangerous organization.Eric said as if he was communicating with his boss who was not directly responsible for the Night Watch.
Klein did not respond, and walked towards the door and sighed:
War has indeed had an irreversible impact on all aspects...
After the fall of the God of War, the already shaky primitive barrier lost part of its support, and the Goddess of the Night has not yet fully grasped the corresponding uniqueness. As for becoming the old days, I don’t know how long it will take to wait. In this case, the erosion of the external gods on this world has naturally deepened, which is combined with the war trauma that a large number of ordinary people have appeared.
Klein suspected that during the post-war reconstruction period, many cult organizations pointing to the stars and different external gods had quietly appeared in various places in Ruin. If they were allowed to develop believers and make various high-risk attempts, the end of the world would definitely be ahead of schedule.
With a sigh, he walked out of Room 403 step by step, his figure quickly blurred and became transparent until it disappeared.
In a hotel near Playa Street, Crane, who had already checked in, picked up the coffee placed 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 river bank of Conston City.
There is a cemetery here with stone tablets towering like a low forest.
Klein walked through the cemetery, relying on spiritual guidance, and found a tombstone.
The owner of this tombstone is called:
Welch McGwen.
This is Klein's original college classmate. He died strangely in Tingen because he bought the notes of the Antigonus family, which indirectly led to Zhou Mingrui's time travel.
Welch McGwen's father, a Conston City banker, spent money to bring his son's body back to his hometown and buried it in the 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 around and leave when he suddenly stopped. 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 Haijun banker who had invited him and his classmates to have a big meal.
However, compared to a few years ago, this gentleman has aged a lot. He was originally a very energetic middle-aged gentleman, but now his hair is half white, with a lot of wrinkles on the corners of his eyes, mouth, and forehead.
Who are you?Welch's father asked, looking at the stranger in front of the grave, puzzled and alert.
Klein sighed:
Uncle, I am Welch's friend and happened to pass by Conston City recently.
Welch's father nodded slightly and said in a low voice:
He is a person who loves to make friends, and I only know some of them.
His words were actually explaining why he did not invite the guest in front of him to attend the funeral, and he was very sorry for this.
Klein didn't say much, looked around and said:
Do you have anything to help with, or do you have any wishes to come true?I hope to provide a strength.
Welch's father looked around and smiled bitterly:
Can you get all the dead here to stand up again?
It's not bad, it's just that it's not the same as what you want to stand up again... Klein sighed inwardly and shook his head.
Then can you get Conston back to what it was?Welch's father asked again with a wry smile.
Before Klein could respond, he sighed and continued:
There is no need to provide help. I can do what can be achieved by myself. If I cannot achieve it, I can only pray to the gods.
While speaking, the banker walked over 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 will do my best.
After saying that, he turned around and left the cemetery.
…………
Conston, a bar with a century-long decoration style.
A man wrapped in a thick jacket, carrying beer, walked to the board next to the bar, trying to find a part-time job from the sheets of papers attached to it.
Suddenly, he saw a strange commissioned task:
I am a journalist and want to collect various stories from different people that have happened in the war, preferably what I have experienced personally. The reward I can provide is to meet your desire to repair and rebuild your house for free. I have enough resources in this regard.
Merlin Hermes.
The man subconsciously frowned, feeling that the commission was too strange, like the product of a prank.
Can you understand the above text?A thin man sitting next to the wooden board seized the opportunity and asked.
Among the guests who come and go to this bar, there are only a very small number of people who can read. Even if they want to find a job or receive corresponding commissions, most people cannot understand what the papers posted on the wooden board are written, and the bartender can only remember the most rewarded ones.
Based on this situation, the thin man relied on his own to attend a free school and mastered the common Ruenwen vocabulary, providing corresponding interpretations to others at a price of one quarter of a penny at a time.
This is how he lives on.
The man shook his head and said that he could understand Ruenwen. He pointed to Merlin Hermes's commission and said:
Is this true?
Really, the reporter's husband was sitting in that corner, wearing a very high top hat.The thin man pointed the direction enthusiastically.
The reporter promised him that he would give him a quarter of a penny for each person to introduce him.
The man holding the beer fell silent, hesitated for a full ten seconds before walking to the corner, and found the reporter named Merlin Hermes.
Will you really help me rebuild my house?He asked with some anxiety and concern.
Klein pointed to the documents placed on the small round table and said:
We can sign a contract.
...No, even if you just provide some materials, I am very satisfied.The man sat opposite Klein and said calmly, "I don't have a very vivid story."
Just be real enough.Klein nodded slightly and gave encouragement.
The man looked down and looked at the table and said:
I was a native of Conston and once had a pretty decent job. I bought a platoon house on Danchao Street. Later, the war broke out and my house turned into ruins in a bombing. My eldest son, the child who had just entered the elementary school, was buried inside...
We had to rent another two-bedroom room until the Fsaks took over Conston, they, they dragged my wife away, and she never came back...
Some time ago, someone notified me to recognize the body, but I couldn't recognize her. She was so rotten that she was no longer decent. However, her remaining clothes were still in her pocket and her tap water bill...
When she was renting the house, she always missed our home, and so did my little daughter. I don’t have much money now and can only barely make a living, but I hope I can rebuild that house a little bit.
To be honest, I really don't like telling others about my misfortune. I would rather be silent, but if I can really get help in rebuilding, then I can...
Klein held the paper and pen, pretending to be making records, and nodded slightly after hearing this:
Your wish will come true. You will wait for me tomorrow at the ruins of the house on Danchao Street.
Meanwhile, he pushed 1 Sule banknote over:
This is the money to invite you to drink.
The man's eyes flashed, as if he wanted to refuse, but he finally picked up the bill.
The next day, after sending his youngest daughter to the church school, he walked back to the familiar Danchao Street along the familiar road, and then saw the familiar house.
Its chimney, its windows, its doors, and the weeds on its walls have not changed at all, making people so familiar, it seems that the next second a beautiful hostess will open the door and lead the two children out to greet their father.
The man was stunned there, unable to believe that this was true.
But even for hallucinations, he was willing to sink into it.
…………
Several days passed, and Klein, who had fulfilled one wish after another, pushed open the hotel window and raised his hand and snapped his fingers in the mist of the morning light.
In a high-terrain urban area in Conston, Welch's father habitually woke up early because he dreamed of his dead son and relatives, walked to the balcony, ready to breathe the morning air.
Under the light of dawn, he suddenly saw the chimneys and blast furnaces lined up, and saw tall buildings after tall.
The former Conston City was completely restored to his eyes, bathed in the orange morning light.
The highly alert Red Glove Captain Eric's body trembled inexplicably and saw the wandering magician who claimed to be Merlin Hermes explode directly behind the astronomy telescope.
However, this did not splash out the flesh and blood, and the broken limbs quickly disappeared into the air like soap bubbles.
... Eric and the team members who heard the reputation were all stunned, not understanding how this change suddenly happened.
A second later, Eric said in a deep voice:
Evacuate!
He wanted to lead the team to escape from the apartment before the danger was really dissipated.
At this moment, another figure came into the open door of Room 403. It turned out to be Merlin Hermes, who had just exploded out of thin air.
The wandering magician wore a tall top hat and a black robe, as if nothing had happened, told Eric and his team members:
The root of the problem is indeed the astronomical telescope.
While speaking, Klein walked to the balcony area and patted the astronomical telescope with his right hand.
With another bang, the astronomical telescope suddenly shattered into metal light spots, and some foul-smelling blue-black gas was filled with.
After the gray and white mist appeared and disappeared, the stench disappeared, the blue and black disappeared, and the interior of the room completely returned to normal.
...What's going on?Eric forced himself to forget what happened again when the other party died, and asked carefully.
As a well-experienced Red Glove Captain, he has some guesses about the truth of the whole matter, and the purpose of the question is mainly to seek confirmation.
Klein smiled and said:
Simply put, this astronomical telescope had some reason to change, causing the owner of the room to see things that he shouldn't have seen.
If you want to know more detailed details, you can only collect clues by yourself, and I don’t know much about it.
Eric nodded slightly, turned his gaze to his team members, signaling them to continue to explore.
After some busy schedule, Eric said to Merlin Hermes:
There are not many clues left in the room, so we can only determine a few things:
First, John was a local resident and served in the war, and his mental state seemed to have certain problems; second, he was an astronomy enthusiast for a long time, and after the war, he joined an academic organization called the "Celestial Training Society", but we did not collect any information about this organization before; third, John seemed to be looking for a way to see the real starry sky.
When talking about the word Starry Sky, Eric paused for a moment, as if he had received a warning from the upper class of the Night Church.
After the war, he joined an organization called the Celestial Training Council... Looking for a way to see the real starry sky... Based on his experience just now, Klein gained a certain degree of confidence in things, so he nodded gently:
You should all know that the ‘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 Workshop' as a dangerous organization.Eric said as if he was communicating with his boss who was not directly responsible for the Night Watch.
Klein did not respond, and walked towards the door and sighed:
War has indeed had an irreversible impact on all aspects...
After the fall of the God of War, the already shaky primitive barrier lost part of its support, and the Goddess of the Night has not yet fully grasped the corresponding uniqueness. As for becoming the old days, I don’t know how long it will take to wait. In this case, the erosion of the external gods on this world has naturally deepened, which is combined with the war trauma that a large number of ordinary people have appeared.
Klein suspected that during the post-war reconstruction period, many cult organizations pointing to the stars and different external gods had quietly appeared in various places in Ruin. If they were allowed to develop believers and make various high-risk attempts, the end of the world would definitely be ahead of schedule.
With a sigh, he walked out of Room 403 step by step, his figure quickly blurred and became transparent until it disappeared.
In a hotel near Playa Street, Crane, who had already checked in, picked up the coffee placed 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 river bank of Conston City.
There is a cemetery here with stone tablets towering like a low forest.
Klein walked through the cemetery, relying on spiritual guidance, and found a tombstone.
The owner of this tombstone is called:
Welch McGwen.
This is Klein's original college classmate. He died strangely in Tingen because he bought the notes of the Antigonus family, which indirectly led to Zhou Mingrui's time travel.
Welch McGwen's father, a Conston City banker, spent money to bring his son's body back to his hometown and buried it in the 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 around and leave when he suddenly stopped. 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 Haijun banker who had invited him and his classmates to have a big meal.
However, compared to a few years ago, this gentleman has aged a lot. He was originally a very energetic middle-aged gentleman, but now his hair is half white, with a lot of wrinkles on the corners of his eyes, mouth, and forehead.
Who are you?Welch's father asked, looking at the stranger in front of the grave, puzzled and alert.
Klein sighed:
Uncle, I am Welch's friend and happened to pass by Conston City recently.
Welch's father nodded slightly and said in a low voice:
He is a person who loves to make friends, and I only know some of them.
His words were actually explaining why he did not invite the guest in front of him to attend the funeral, and he was very sorry for this.
Klein didn't say much, looked around and said:
Do you have anything to help with, or do you have any wishes to come true?I hope to provide a strength.
Welch's father looked around and smiled bitterly:
Can you get all the dead here to stand up again?
It's not bad, it's just that it's not the same as what you want to stand up again... Klein sighed inwardly and shook his head.
Then can you get Conston back to what it was?Welch's father asked again with a wry smile.
Before Klein could respond, he sighed and continued:
There is no need to provide help. I can do what can be achieved by myself. If I cannot achieve it, I can only pray to the gods.
While speaking, the banker walked over 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 will do my best.
After saying that, he turned around and left the cemetery.
…………
Conston, a bar with a century-long decoration style.
A man wrapped in a thick jacket, carrying beer, walked to the board next to the bar, trying to find a part-time job from the sheets of papers attached to it.
Suddenly, he saw a strange commissioned task:
I am a journalist and want to collect various stories from different people that have happened in the war, preferably what I have experienced personally. The reward I can provide is to meet your desire to repair and rebuild your house for free. I have enough resources in this regard.
Merlin Hermes.
The man subconsciously frowned, feeling that the commission was too strange, like the product of a prank.
Can you understand the above text?A thin man sitting next to the wooden board seized the opportunity and asked.
Among the guests who come and go to this bar, there are only a very small number of people who can read. Even if they want to find a job or receive corresponding commissions, most people cannot understand what the papers posted on the wooden board are written, and the bartender can only remember the most rewarded ones.
Based on this situation, the thin man relied on his own to attend a free school and mastered the common Ruenwen vocabulary, providing corresponding interpretations to others at a price of one quarter of a penny at a time.
This is how he lives on.
The man shook his head and said that he could understand Ruenwen. He pointed to Merlin Hermes's commission and said:
Is this true?
Really, the reporter's husband was sitting in that corner, wearing a very high top hat.The thin man pointed the direction enthusiastically.
The reporter promised him that he would give him a quarter of a penny for each person to introduce him.
The man holding the beer fell silent, hesitated for a full ten seconds before walking to the corner, and found the reporter named Merlin Hermes.
Will you really help me rebuild my house?He asked with some anxiety and concern.
Klein pointed to the documents placed on the small round table and said:
We can sign a contract.
...No, even if you just provide some materials, I am very satisfied.The man sat opposite Klein and said calmly, "I don't have a very vivid story."
Just be real enough.Klein nodded slightly and gave encouragement.
The man looked down and looked at the table and said:
I was a native of Conston and once had a pretty decent job. I bought a platoon house on Danchao Street. Later, the war broke out and my house turned into ruins in a bombing. My eldest son, the child who had just entered the elementary school, was buried inside...
We had to rent another two-bedroom room until the Fsaks took over Conston, they, they dragged my wife away, and she never came back...
Some time ago, someone notified me to recognize the body, but I couldn't recognize her. She was so rotten that she was no longer decent. However, her remaining clothes were still in her pocket and her tap water bill...
When she was renting the house, she always missed our home, and so did my little daughter. I don’t have much money now and can only barely make a living, but I hope I can rebuild that house a little bit.
To be honest, I really don't like telling others about my misfortune. I would rather be silent, but if I can really get help in rebuilding, then I can...
Klein held the paper and pen, pretending to be making records, and nodded slightly after hearing this:
Your wish will come true. You will wait for me tomorrow at the ruins of the house on Danchao Street.
Meanwhile, he pushed 1 Sule banknote over:
This is the money to invite you to drink.
The man's eyes flashed, as if he wanted to refuse, but he finally picked up the bill.
The next day, after sending his youngest daughter to the church school, he walked back to the familiar Danchao Street along the familiar road, and then saw the familiar house.
Its chimney, its windows, its doors, and the weeds on its walls have not changed at all, making people so familiar, it seems that the next second a beautiful hostess will open the door and lead the two children out to greet their father.
The man was stunned there, unable to believe that this was true.
But even for hallucinations, he was willing to sink into it.
…………
Several days passed, and Klein, who had fulfilled one wish after another, pushed open the hotel window and raised his hand and snapped his fingers in the mist of the morning light.
In a high-terrain urban area in Conston, Welch's father habitually woke up early because he dreamed of his dead son and relatives, walked to the balcony, ready to breathe the morning air.
Under the light of dawn, he suddenly saw the chimneys and blast furnaces lined up, and saw tall buildings after tall.
The former Conston City was completely restored to his eyes, bathed in the orange morning light.
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