Did you save me?" he asked tentatively.
"It's your future self." The Fool's deep voice echoed through the space.
"You' ve borrowed your future life in advance."
Future destiny?! Leonard lowered his head and called out to Pales softly, "Old man, old man, what do you mean by that? What do you mean by future destiny?"
"There's a Sequence Two path called Miracle Worker... He has four chances of resurrection... That path is called Fortune Teller."
Miracle worker... Leonard chewed on the word and suddenly remembered the wandering magician who had caused a lot of discussion recently. After all, he claimed that he could bring miracles!
Could it be... Klein???
Leonard looked at the wandering magician secretly, and the latter smiled in an unfathomable manner.
"Future destiny... Klein muttered to himself. Before he could react, the Fool waved his hand.
"You should go back," He said.
The crimson moonlight shone on the cemetery, which was filled with indescribable quiet and desolation. Suddenly, the stone slab sealing the grave was turned over, and a slightly pale hand stretched out from the soil.
Stretch it out!
Wow!
Melissa and Benson stood up excitedly
"He's still alive!" Melissa was extremely surprised
Benson touched her hair and a relaxed smile appeared on his face: "Yes, he is still alive."The stone slab was pushed open, the coffin lid was pushed open, Klein sat up, and looked around in a daze.
Raising his left hand, Klein saw the topaz pendant still wrapped around his wrist.
*Is this considered a burial object?" He chuckled to himself, untied the pendulum, looked around, and his expression gradually became solemn.
"The captain should also be buried in this cemetery..."
*I don't know what I am now. Maybe I'm just an evil spirit that crawled out of hell and wants revenge..."
As he was speaking, he suddenly couldn't continue, tears streaming down his face, and finally, he choked and cried out:
"Captain...we miss you too!"
Feeling the chilly wind blowing past, Klein wiped his eyes with his hand and twisted his nose.
Leonard turned his head and wiped away his tears quietly. He also missed Dunn Smith.
*Two new audience members will be arriving. The voice suddenly sounded, and then two figures appeared in front of everyone.
A man with deep gray eyes appeared in front of everyone, holding the arm of a young woman with old-fashioned makeup.
*...Captain!!" Leonard's pupils shrank and he cried out subconsciously. He stood there in a daze, unable to tell for a moment whether this was reality or a dream…
Dunn smiled and nodded, then walked towards Leonard with Daley on his arm.
"Long time no see, Leonard. A mellow voice sounded, and Leonard's eyes became hot, with big tears rolling down. Daly smiled and let go of Dunn's hand, winked at him playfully, and said, "I think our little friend Leonard needs a hug right now."
Dunn stepped forward and hugged Leonard.
The wandering magician also stood there in a daze. "Captain..." He wanted to shout, but his throat seemed to be blocked, making him unable to speak.
The captain can't even recognize me in my current state... He smiled self-deprecatingly, lowered his head, and his drooping eyelids hid the envy in his eyes.
Everyone else was stunned by the resurrection of the dead.
What's going on? Isn't this captain already dead? Could this space actually resurrect the dead? Alger frowned, his mind racing with thoughts.
"Captain...how are you guys doing now?" Leonard managed to calm down, sniffed, and asked.
Others are also curious about this.
"Daily and I are living happily in the Goddess's kingdom, Dunn glanced at Dailey, blushing slightly. Dailey, in turn, smiled slightly happy and said cheerfully, "As you can see, we're married!"
Leonard showed a hint of surprise on his face, but then he relaxed: "That's good... Captain, we missed you."
Klein wrote three lines on the paper:
Kill my people
Ince Zangwill's location
My hope of becoming stronger
The divination points to Backlund, the land of hope.]
Dunn looked at the screen and suddenly realized, "Oh, by the way, where's Klein? How is he?"
Melissa and Benson pricked up their ears, wanting to hear Leonard's answer.
"We killed Ince Zangwill together... Captain, we got our revenge..." Leonard stared into Dunn's deep grey eyes.
"...I'm very happy, Leonard, " Dunn patted Leonard's shoulder with relief, "You've finally matured now."
Hey, captain, was I childish before? The sad mood was suddenly dispelled, and Leonard recalled with a smile what kind of image he was in Dunn's eyes.
"Do you... do you know where Klein is now?!" Melissa excitedly grabbed Leonard's sleeve, then let go embarrassedly, but her eyes still sparkled.
"Klein...his whereabouts are erratic..." And he's now at a higher level than me... Leonard thought of this and suddenly felt a little aggrieved.
"Melissa..." Benson smiled apologetically at Leonard, "I believe we'll have an answer here."
After walking silently for a while, Klein began to feel tired. However, as a "dead man," he had no other belongings except the clothes he was wearing, the topaz pendant, and the Azik copper whistle, including gold pounds, soles, and pennies.
"Should I blow the whistle and send a letter to Mr. Azik, asking him to come and rescue me quickly?" Klein laughed bitterly. "Forget it, don't contact him for now. Maybe Ince Zangwill is still secretly observing him. I'll. find him when the time is right... As an 'old monster' who has lived through life after life, for thousands of years, he should understand resurrection... Well, it's not too cold tonight, so I'll find a place to sleep. Tomorrow morning, I'll go to the Tingen branch of Backlund Bank and withdraw the money from my anonymous account."
Azik sighed and whispered, "Actually, I'd be very happy if you actually blew the whistle, Klein..."
[Suddenly, he saw the door open and saw Melissa and Benson walking out.
Melissa has lost weight... Why does Benson look so haggard…
Klein's heart ached. He opened his mouth, but he could no longer call out those two names.
Melissa watched the performances calmly, as if they didn't exist. Benson tried several times and cheered loudly, but he couldn't stir up his sister's emotions, and he gradually became depressed.
Klein pursed his lips and watched the scene from afar, wanting to get closer but not daring to.
Suddenly, he touched the wallet in his pocket and had an idea.
Benson and Melissa continued walking, watching the various performances in silence.
After a while, they saw a clown painted in red, yellow, white and other colors running over. He first threw tennis balls into the sky, and then when people's attention was drawn to the air, he appeared from somewhere, a bunch of Seville chrysanthemums…
The bouquet of flowers was brought to Melissa and Benson's eyes. Its golden color symbolized happiness.
Melissa and Benson looked at the clown across from them in bewilderment. His face, covered in red, yellow, and white paint, had the corners of his mouth tilted high, a fixed, happy smile, a frivolous, ridiculous one.
"So Klein came to see us..." Melissa covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face, but she was still very happy.
"Why don't you come back and see us…
Ten seconds later, the dark door opened, and a young woman in a black and white maid dress looked at Klein warily.
"What can I do for you?"
Klein smiled and raised the newspaper wrapped around the top of his cane.
"I'm here to rent a house from Mrs. Summer. It probably hasn't been rented out yet, right?"
*No. Please wait a moment." The maid bowed politely.
"Hello, Mrs. Summer. Klein placed his hand on his chest and bowed.
Mrs. Summer smiled reservedly and said:
"Good evening, please take a seat, would you like coffee or tea?"
Klein sat on the couch and replied calmly, "Black tea, thank you."
"Julian, Marquis Black Tea." Mrs. Summer instructed the maid, her eyes turning slightly as she asked, "Excuse me, what should I call you?"
*Sherlock Moriarty, you can just call me Sherlock."
"Puff--" Russell, who was drinking water, spit it out and kept coughing. Bernadette patted his back gently and looked at him in confusion.
"Ahem...it's nothing, nothing." Russell waved his hand, unable to suppress the urge to complain.
No, my friend, your joke is a bit scary. Did you join some cult?
The wandering magician glanced at him lightly and snorted.
The vampire Emlyn stood there in a daze. He had no idea that Sherlock's identity was actually fake!
"I thought he was a friend! But he hasn't written to me since he went to Dixie Bay!" Emlyn curled his lips in dissatisfaction.
Maric and Sharon's eyes moved slightly and they exchanged glances, but they still didn't mention the fact that Sherlock and Gehrman were the same person.
[At this time, he smelled the fragrance coming from the kitchen and saw the complicated pipes there.
"Haha, this is my husband's design. Although his main job is the manager of Coin Company, he's a mechanical enthusiast in his spare time and a member of the Kingdom's Soot Emission Reduction Association." Mrs. Summer noticed Klein's gaze and explained with a smile.
Madam, there's no need to introduce me in such detail. I'm not here for a blind date with your husband... Klein complained.
"Hahahahahahahahaha..." The space was immediately dominated by Leonard's devilish laughter.
Leonard never expected that although Klein appeared to be polite and shy, he was actually thinking about these issues in his heart!
"I'll expose his shortcomings next time we meet!" he thought excitedly.
I declare you dead!
If you don't need your Extraordinary Characteristics, donate them to those in need!
Fresh features, cooked to order.
Klein expressionlessly crushed the cup of sweet iced tea.
I'm just a cold-blooded cat.jpg
"Do you have any identification?" Stelin asked casually.
"I'm sorry, I left home in such a hurry that I forgot to bring it. Haha, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm from Jianhai County." Klein deliberately used the accent of his classmate Welch.
As soon as he mentioned the word "forget", he thought of Captain Dunn Smith, and the smile on his face became even brighter.
Dunn looked at Klein, who was smiling brightly on the screen. Helplessness and sadness were revealed in his deep gray eyes. Daly hugged Dunn tightly.
Mr. World...if you don't want to laugh, then don't laugh…
Audrey looked at Mr. World, who was smiling brightly, and a wave of sadness suddenly welled up in her heart. "Mr. World always wears a thick mask... Maybe it started from this time... Audrey, you must comfort Mr. World after we get out!" She encouraged herself.
*September 10th. I've been patient for a long time, but I still can't help but complain a few words."
"I was fucking mad to choose the 'Savanth' path, wasn't I?"
"Of course, this does bring out my greatest strengths and earns me the attention of the Church, but the problem is that several of its previous sequences lack practical Beyonder abilities. I can only rely on magical items, which are too dependent on external things."
Oh no, it's time for the much-loved part of persecuting Russell!
The knowledgeable people present were offended.
Russell covers his face.
"Comparatively speaking, the Sequence 7 'Wizard' and Sequence 6 'Scroll Professor' of the 'Mystery Peeper' pathway are both quite tempting. If the Church had the complete sequence, and if the Hidden Sage didn't exist, that would be fine."
"However, I finally got some good news. After I advance again, I will gain my own combat-oriented Beyonder ability, Sequence 5, 'Astrologer'!"
"Its modern name kind of scares me: Astronomer"
"Am I going to end up being an all-powerful mad scientist?"
"Thank goodness, I only just made it to a second-tier university in the college entrance exam!"
What does the second-tier line mean?
Everyone looked at the meaning of the word and then looked at Russell himself.
Danitz and Andre suddenly felt a resonance.
Klein looked at the Russell diary that the Fool had casually handed over to him.
It had to be said that Emperor Roselle had a strange talent for comedy. Klein, who had been feeling down lately, couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, wanting to light a candle for this senior.
Study hard and make progress every day, this is indeed a wise saying.
*The ancients never lied to me, Klein sighed.
Edwina understood this very well. She turned her head and looked at her crew members. Suddenly, she felt a headache.
Seeing that the topic of sacrifice and gift had come to an end, she pondered for a few seconds and spoke again:
"Mr. Fool, I've found two ladies who are perfect for our Tarot Club. They're both Beyonders, have their own circles and resources in Backlund, are capable of maintaining confidentiality, and have good personalities. Would you be willing to have them join the party?"
"Justice" wants to increase its influence within the Tarot Club? This is the most instinctive thought of "The Hanged Man" Alger.
Derrick the Sun was very interested in this. He turned his head to look at Mr. Fool, waiting for his answer.
He said calmly:
"This requires some examination."
"Ms. Justice, you used a covert, non-exposing method to let them know my name and arouse their interest in it."
Seeing that her proposal was close to being adopted, Audrey excitedly responded:
"Yes, Mr. Fool!"
This is... the part where I suggested that Fors and Xio join the Tarot Club! Audrey saw Xio and Fors looking at her and smiled apologetically.
Could it be that the inner page I saw later was also arranged by Miss Audrey?
Audrey sat on the soft stool, laughed dryly, and changed the subject:
"Susie, tell me, how can I tell Xio and Fors something in a discreet way without exposing myself and get them interested?"
Before she finished speaking, Audrey herself began to seriously consider the task assigned by Mr. Fool.
Then, she looked at Susie, and Susie looked at her, and both of them fell into deep thought.
So Miss Justice always consults with her dog... Klein thought, somewhat amusedly. This is truly Miss Justice's style... She always surprises me....
Hugh was now certain that Audrey had arranged for him to see that inner page.
The audience path is so scary... Xio murmured unconsciously.
This point is well understood by the wandering magicians who have been arranged.
Looking for a cat? They asked me to help because it's right on the same street, so it's very convenient... Klein felt that this was not the detective career he had imagined.
This makes me look like a clown... Well, the first business we open cannot be turned down. This is the view of a fortune teller... He pondered for a few seconds and said:
"Can you describe it in detail?"
"What do you mean by a fortune teller's opinion? It's clearly the lure of money!" Anderson gave a provocative smile, then received death stares from Melissa and Benson.
What's wrong with money? Are you not happy if you have money?
The wandering magician hummed and thought, I'll cash out Anderson after I get out!
Klein squatted down and found several strands of black cat hair from the box.He straightened up and grasped the silver-studded cane with the hand that had been kneading the cat's fur.
Klein's eyes darkened as he pretended to look around while silently reciting the divination phrase.
His hand quietly left the top of the cane but did not completely detach, so that neither Jurgen nor Doris noticed that the cane was standing on its own.
Then, the black cane inlaid with silver tilted to the side and front, with a very slow speed and a small amplitude.
Klein gripped the staff again, looked in that direction, and observed carefully for more than ten seconds.
Then he took a step forward and walked over to an old cupboard.
Jurgen turned his head in surprise and glanced at Klein. "How did you know it was in the cupboard?"
Klein smiled and replied in a low voice, "That's the reasoning."
Leonard's mouth corners curled up crazily: "This is obviously divination, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha" The space was filled with his devilish laughter in a three-dimensional loop.
Klein showed dead fish eyes.
I wonder how much the Beyonder characteristic of the Night Path Sequence 4 can fetch... It's time to put it on the agenda.
The cat made a cold and ruthless sound.
"Xio, Fors, this is the compensation you deserve. Audrey, wearing a light yellow long dress with many lace decorations, pushed a bulging envelope to the two ladies across the desk.
Hugh wanted to say something polite, but her hand had already grasped the envelope and felt the weight of the money. She could only say sincerely:
"Ms. Audrey, thank you for your generosity. Your integrity makes you even more beautiful."
As she spoke, she had already untied the string around the envelope and saw the banknotes inside.
Audrey smiled and said:
*It's 800 pounds in total. You can decide how to divide it."
"That incident put you in danger, and I'm sorry for that."
800 pounds... No, no need to apologize... If it happened again, even if I knew the possible consequences, I would accept the commission... Even if it was just divided equally, plus my savings, it would be enough to buy the formula of the "Sheriff" potion... Xio, who was a little over 1.5 meters tall, stared blankly at the banknotes in the envelope, wishing he could take them all out and count them repeatedly.
She believed that the generous and beautiful Miss Audrey would not be short of money, but what if the other party miscalculated?
Everyone makes mistakes! Xio raised his right hand, paused for a few seconds, and then silently put it down.
Xio's face flushed red, she cried out inwardly, and quickly covered her face.
Goddess! Why is everything on this?!
This is the power of poverty... Klein changed to a more comfortable position and sat on the chair. No one can avoid it!
Xio felt something was strange, so he carefully checked it, found the interlayer, and took out an old piece of paper.
The front of the paper was covered with the special symbols created by Emperor Roselle, and the back was written with a passage of ancient Hermetic text.
*Did Viscount Greylint's ancestors decipher some of Emperor Roselle's special symbols?" Xio suddenly became excited.
She struggled to decipher the ancient Hermetic text and silently said:
"A fool who does not belong to this era;"
*The mysterious ruler above the gray fog;"
*The Yellow and Black King who controls good luck."]
Anderson clapped his hands, half in emotion and half in mockery. "You're so reckless! You can recite the prayers to the gods instantly. You really have the demeanor of someone your size!"
Height...!!! Xio's petite frame suddenly erupted with the aura of a 5.8-meter-tall figure! She charged at Anderson! She swung her socialist iron fist! Anderson dodged! Anderson ran backward! Hugh caught up to Anderson! Xio pinned Anderson to the ground! Ah! Anderson couldn't get up anymore!
Fors slumped on the sofa, lazily looking up at the battle situation over there. "So... isn't it good to be alive..."
Danitz watched Anderson's provocation fail and felt extremely grateful for his own caution.
[Suddenly, every hair on Xio's body stood up.]
She pushed hard with her feet, pushed forward with both hands, suddenly jumped back, half turned her body, and hit with an elbow.
Bang!
She leaned against a warm body, causing the other person to let out a familiar scream and fall to the ground.
Xio stopped what he was doing and looked at his friend who was writhing in pain, holding his stomach, tears in his eyes.
The corner of her mouth twitched unconsciously and said:
"Fors, when did you come back?"
Hmm...Xio's reaction is quite strong...Audrey smiled apologetically at Xio, then shifted her gaze guiltily, her thoughts drifting away.
Fors...shouldn't mind being beaten by Xio?
"Where did you come from?" Xio asked awkwardly.
"I came in through the bathroom window. What's wrong? As an 'apprentice,' it's normal not to carry a key." Fors answered confidently.
Xio straightened his back immediately and pushed all the responsibility back:
*Then why didn't you go out the door? You really scared me just now!"
Fors blinked and said:
"That would require me to go half a circle, which is too troublesome. I'm used to walking in a straight line."
"Xio Xio..." Fors stared at Xio dimly. "This is not my fault! Don't shirk responsibility!"
"I'm sorry, I was wrong." Xio apologized sincerely.
"To show your sincerity, why don't you help me finish the manuscript..."
Before Fors could finish her words, Xio covered her mouth.
"Don't even think about it. It's absolutely impossible!" Xio had already anticipated what Fors would say. He looked at her expressionlessly, "If you keep grumbling, I'll make you into soup."
Damn!!!
Fors trembled and hugged herself helplessly.
Is this the fate of pigeons?!
"Is that the new form of transportation you invented?" Klein pointed at the rough object in the center.
"Yes, I invented it based on Emperor Roselle's imagination!" Leppard replied with fanatical eyes.
"Emperor Roselle's imagination?" Klein asked in astonishment.
Leppard explained with adoration:
"Emperor Roselle left behind a manuscript depicting his visions of various future mechanical devices. He was truly an exceptional genius, no, a master! Many of the things in it became reality! Haha, this manuscript is kept in the Church of Steam and Mechanics. If you're not a devout believer, you can't borrow it."
...Emperor, are you going to leave anyone alive?... Klein's mouth twitched, and he almost couldn't keep his smile.]
Russell remained calm on his face, but seeing Bernadette's admiring gaze, he was still very happy in his heart.
Suddenly, he saw the wandering magician blinking at him, and his mouth moved, and he could vaguely see the words "Witch Taste"
hiss–
Fellow countryman!!!
Russell also smiled knowingly, moved his lips, and said silently:
*Seer, get down from here!"
Oh no
The wandering magician turned away indifferently without looking at him.
Seeing that Klein was knocked limp and unable to stand up or roll over, Meursault's eyes flashed with ferocity. Amid the sound of shattering porcelain, he slid forward and thrust out with his knee.
Klein watched the scene with deep eyes, already holding a standard contract in his hand.
Seeing Meursault's knee coming fiercely, Klein's wrist suddenly shook.
whoosh!
Klein pressed his wrist slightly, and produced the standard contract in his hand.
whoosh!
The contract was like a dart made of fine steel, shooting towards.
Meursault's throat. The two men were no more than a meter apart at this moment, and as the other pushed forward, they were getting closer and closer!
When a white shadow came into view, Meursault instinctively leaned back, trying to avoid it.
puff!
The standard contract accurately pierced Meursault's throat and his trachea.
Blood with a little foam flowed out, and Meursault fell in front of Klein, his knees hitting the ground heavily.
But he couldn't stop the blood from flowing out of the wound, and his eyes gradually became unfocused.
At the end, his body twitched a few times, and then there was no more movement.
"Um..." Melissa covered her mouth, her eyes filled with fear: "Goddess... Klein is not hurt?!"
Leonard silently looked at the clown who was alone, and a sense of loss suddenly crossed his mind.
So....did the gap start from that time?
After activating his clairvoyance and confirming the other party's death, Klein looked around and found no other aura colors.
It was only at this time that his tension eased a little when he noticed that two chairs were broken, the coffee table had many cracks, porcelain was scattered all over the floor, and the entire living room, dining room and foyer were in a mess.
Looking down, he saw that the sleeves of his frock coat were quite damaged and the outer layer of the cloth was covered with dust.
Suddenly, Klein chuckled to himself:
"This can't be reimbursed..."
"Haha, hahaha, hahaha."
He laughed, as if he had encountered something that would make him laugh for the rest of his life. He laughed so hard that he almost fell forward and backward, and his laughter was the only sound that echoed throughout the room.
"Klein..."
Melissa's tears flowed down. Although she knew it was a memory from the past, she still murmured silently: "If you don't want to laugh, don't laugh..."
Dunn's deep grey eyes were shrouded in gloom. He frowned slightly and looked at the funny and lonely clown with worry.
"Klein..."
Azik also showed a worried look.
Audrey stared blankly at Klein, who was laughing on the screen, when a sudden realization flashed through her mind.
Mr. World once asked me to help him create a virtual personality, and he specifically wanted a clown…
Perhaps, the clown was born at this time.
"Officer! A gangster attacked me!"
Klein shouted skillfully.
His miserable appearance made the two policemen dare not neglect him. They each drew out their short sticks and looked to the side warily.
"Where is the criminal?" a round-faced, brown-eyed policeman asked in a deep voice.
Klein pointed at his house and said:
"He broke into my home and tried to kill me!"
"During the fight, I accidentally stabbed him to death!"]
This is very skillful and very clever. Leonard forced himself to forget the sadness of seeing Klein's crazy laughter just now. "Why are you so skilled, Klein?" He remembered that he and the captain had been fooled in the same way in Tingen before.
Dunn smiled and shook his head. As a Nighthawk, he never expected that one day he would be fooled by Klein, who was just an ordinary person at the time.
"Sure enough, this is something Sherlock would do... Emlyn looked at the familiar face on the screen that he hadn't seen in a long time, and curled his lips. "He hasn't written to me in such a long time since he went to Dixie Bay! I still consider him a friend..."
Maric and Sharon's expressions were a little strange for a moment. They looked at Emlyn with pity but still said nothing.
Sharon: I'm a puppet. I can't speak.
Maric: What a coincidence, I am a ghost, and I can't speak either :D
He now had only one thought: This was an important case involving a foreign ambassador! He had to report it immediately!
In a trance, he suddenly thought of a question and quickly added:
"What are your beliefs?"
"The God of Steam and Machinery." Klein answered without hesitation.
The Church of the Storm's headquarters, the Holy Wind Church in Backlund, is located in the Cherwood District. Therefore, any extraordinary cases here are often handed over to them. However, there is one exception: the person involved has a unified faith and is not the Lord of Storms. To avoid encountering the Nighthawks, Klein had no choice but to apologize to the goddess.
Again, the same thing.
"Klein, why are you so skilled?" Leonard covered his face. Although he and everyone else in the Tarot Club had their own faith in gods, there really wasn't anyone as open and honest as this one!!!
Klein: Thank you for the invitation. I believe in the core values of socialism :D
Returning to the living room, she sat next to Fors. Having fulfilled a wish, she gradually became concerned about the unknown name and the evil spirit that might be haunting her.
"Ten, no, twenty pounds, no, thirty pounds. Please, someone skilled in exorcism, perform a purification ritual for me."
Xio made up his mind, exchanged a few words with Fors in a low voice, and beckoned Mr. A's waiter over.
Ah this.
hiss.
Xio and Fors suddenly recalled that time. Initially, they had believed Mr. Fool to be a terrifying evil god, and they worried that attracting his attention would be detrimental to them.
But now emmmmmm...
Help, luckily Gehrman is not here.
Fors collapsed on the sofa.
Coo.
[...
"Should I feel honored?" The man in the white hard-shell mask opened his arms and raised them upwards, making a gesture of praising the sun.
Fors didn't answer his question, but smiled and said, "When it comes to exorcism and purification, the Sun's servants are experts. We are relieved and can begin now."
Klein pondered
He remembered that time when he suddenly felt a heat on his back. He originally thought someone was trying to get him, but now he thinks…
You are worthy of being called such, Miss Fors and Miss Xio.
[.....
Amid the reverberating Hermetic spell, Xio and Fors saw a pure, warm, and bright light burst out from the sun emblem.
It flowed continuously, turning into a tide, rushing towards the two of them and drowning them at the same time.
After a few dozen seconds, everything returned to normal. Xio and Fors felt warm all over, extremely comfortable and at ease, just like soaking in a hot spring or taking a sunbath.
Above Sefirah Castle, after feeling the warmth from Osekus, Mr. Fool pondered for a moment, realizing he couldn't be the only one feeling the warmth. So, he waved his hand, deciding to let his followers feel the warmth as well.
Klein: Is there something wrong with your original video?
There is something wrong with you.
[Cherrywood District, Rice Police Station.
Klein was crammed onto a low bench with a group of thieves and drunks, looking extremely undignified.
Suddenly, he felt a warmth on the back of his hand, and the chill of Backlund's night was dispelled. Looking down, Klein discovered that the four black dots symbolizing the mysterious space above the gray fog had not appeared.
"Who's so kind? Knowing I was a little cold..." He muttered half-jokingly and half-doubtfully.
Ah this
Ah this
Is this the treatment of a Favored One? Cattleya shed sad and lemony tears.
I still remember that she was punished for simply telling the Queen about the existence of the Fool, while Klein was still given warmth...