Lord of the Mysteries v7c31 - Sogou MTL

Bang!

Eric, the captain of the "Red Gloves" on high alert, felt a strange quiver and saw the wandering magician who claimed to be Merlin Hermes explode directly behind the astronomical telescope.

However, this did not splash out flesh and blood, and the broken limbs disappeared into the air like soap bubbles.

"..." Eric and smell the prestige of the team members all fell into a state of stay leng, don't understand how such a change suddenly happened.

A second later, Eric sink a voice said:

"Evacuate!"

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

At the same time, another figure appeared in the open door of room 403. it was Merlin Hermes who had just exploded out of thin air.

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

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

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

There was another bang. The astronomical telescope Huo Ran was smashed into metal spots, and some foul-smelling black and blue gas was diffused.

After the gray fog disappeared, the stench disappeared, the color darkened, and the interior of the room completely returned to normal.

"... what the hell is going on?" Eric forced himself to forget the death and reappearance of the other party and asked with deliberation.

As an experienced "Red Glove" captain, he has certain speculation about the truth of the whole matter, and the main purpose of asking questions is to seek confirmation.

Crane smiled to say with smile:

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

"If you want to know more details, you can only collect clues yourself, and I am not sure."

Eric nodded slightly, looking at his players and motioning them to continue their exploration.

After a busy, Eric said to Merlin Hermes:

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

"First, John is a local resident, served in the war, the mental state seems to have some problems; Second, he was an astronomy enthusiast very early. After the war, he joined an academic organization called" Celestial Research Association ". However , we have not collected any information about this organization before. Third, John seems to be looking for ways to see the real stars. "

When talking about the word "starry sky", Eric paused a little, as if he had been warned by the upper echelons of the church at night.

After the war, he joined an organization called the "Celestial Research Council" ... Looking for ways to see the real stars ... Klein combined with the "experience" just now, to have a certain degree of certainty about things, then gently nodded and said:

"You should all know that" starry sky "means danger and you cannot even understand it."

"We will report the case to the Archbishop as soon as possible and define the 'Celestial Research Council' as a dangerous organization." Eric said as if he were communicating with a boss who is not directly responsible for the "night watchman."

Klein didn't respond, walked to the door and sighed.

"The war did have an irreversible impact on all aspects ..."

After the fall of the "god of war", the already crumbling original barrier lost part of its support, while the "goddess of night" has not yet fully grasped the corresponding "uniqueness" for the time being. As for becoming the "old days ", it is even more difficult to know how long to wait. in this case, the external gods' erosion of the world naturally deepened, which is combined with the war trauma of a large number of ordinary people.

Klein suspects that during the period of post-war reconstruction, there have been many cults around Lune that point to "starry sky" and different foreign gods. If they are allowed to develop believers and make various high-risk attempts, the end will surely be ahead of schedule.

In the sigh, he walked out of room 403 step by step, his figure quickly blurred and became transparent until he disappeared.

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

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

There is a cemetery with stone tablets standing like a low forest.

Crane walked through the cemetery and found a tombstone relying on spiritual "directions".

The owner of this tombstone is called:

Welch McGovern.

This is Klein's original college classmate, because he bought the Antigonus family notes and died strangely in tingen, which indirectly led Zhou mingrui to "cross".

Welch McGovern's father was a banker in the city of Conston. He spent money to bring his son's body back to his hometown and bury it in the cemetery.

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

He was about to turn and leave when he stopped suddenly. Twenty or thirty seconds later, an old man with a black cane came up from another direction.

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

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

"Who are you?" Welch's father looked at the stranger in front of the grave and asked doubtfully and warily.

Klein sighed and said:

"Uncle, I'm a friend of Welch's and I just passed through the town of Conston recently."

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

"He is a person who likes to make friends. I only know some of them."

In fact, this sentence is to explain why he didn't invite the guest in front of him to attend the funeral. I'm very sorry about that.

Klein didn't say much, looked around the eye way:

"Do you need any help, or do you have any wish to realize? I hope I can provide some strength."

Welch's father looked around and smiled bitterly.

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

It's not that I can't. It's just different from what you want to stand up again… Crane sighed and shook his head.

"Can you get Conston back to the way it was?" Welch's father added with a wry smile.

Before Klein responded, he sighed and continued.

"There is no need to provide help. If I can do it, I can do it myself. If I cannot do it, I can only pray to the gods."

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

Klein looked at his back and whispered to himself:

"I will try my best."

With that, he turned around and left the cemetery.

…………

Conston, a bar decorated in a style of the last century.

A man wrapped in a thick jacket, carrying beer, went to the board next to the bar and tried to find a part-time job from the sheets of paper pasted on it.

All of a sudden, he saw a strange task:

"I am a reporter and want to collect all kinds of stories from different people, preferably from my own experience. The reward I can offer is to meet your desire to repair and rebuild houses free of charge. I have sufficient resources in this respect.

"Merlin Hermes."

The man subconsciously frowned and felt that the entrustment was too strange, like a product of practical jokes.

"Can you understand the words above?" A thin man sitting beside the board seized the opportunity and asked.

Among the guests coming and going in this bar, only a few can read. Even if they want to find a job or accept the corresponding entrustment, most of them can't understand what the paper pasted on the board actually says, while the bartender can only remember the highest paid ones.

Based on this situation, the thin man went to a free school by himself, mastered the common Luen vocabulary, and offered the corresponding interpretation for others at the price of a quarter penny at a time.

This is the way he lives.

The man shook his head and said he could understand Rune. He pointed to Merlin Hermes's commission and said:

"Is this true?"

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

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

The man with the beer fell silent and hesitated for more than ten seconds before he went to the corner and found the reporter named Merlin Hermes.

"Will you really help me rebuild my house?" He asked a little uneasy and worried.

Klein pointed to put on the small round table file way:

"We can sign the contract."

"... no, even if you only provide some materials, I am very satisfied." The man sat opposite Klein and said rather stiffly, "I don't have a very vivid story."

"Just be real enough." Crane nodded slightly, giving encouragement.

The man's eyes down, staring at the desktop way:

"I am a native of Conston. I used to have a decent job and bought a townhouse in Tide Street. Later, the war broke out. My house was turned into ruins in a bombing. My eldest son, the child who had just entered elementary school, was buried inside ...

"We had to rent a two-bedroom room again until the Forsakens occupied Conston. They dragged away my wife and she never came back ...

"Some time ago, someone told me to identify the corpse. I couldn't recognize her. She was rotten to the core. However, her remaining clothes pocket still contained our tap water bill ...

"When she rented the house, she always missed our family very much. So did my little daughter. I don't have much money now, but I can barely make ends meet, but I hope to rebuild the house bit by bit.

"Frankly speaking, I don't like to tell others about my misfortune very much. I prefer to be silent, but if I can really get help in rebuilding this matter, then I can ..."

Klein took a pen and paper, pretending to be making records, smell speech gently nods:

"Your wish will come true, and you will wait for me tomorrow in front of the ruins of that house in Danchao Street."

At the same time, he pushed a soule note in the past:

"This is the money for buying you a drink."

The man's eyes flickered and he seemed to want to refuse, but he finally picked up the note.

The next day, after sending his little 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 window, its gate and the weeds on its wall have not changed a bit. People are so familiar with it. It seems that a beautiful hostess will open the door and lead the two children out to meet their father in the next second.

The man froze there and couldn't believe it was true.

But even if it is illusion, he is 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 in the morning mist and made a ring.

Welch's father, who dreamed of his dead son and relatives, habitually woke up early and walked to the balcony in order to breathe the morning air in a city with high topography in Conston.

Under the bright light of dawn, he saw Lin Lirusen's chimney and blast furnace in Huo Ran, and saw tall buildings after tall buildings.

The former city of Condon reappeared completely in front of his eyes, bathed in orange dawn.