don't know when, but only the last page of the notebook was left.
The blind priest who held the notebook took up his quill and wrote on the page:
"The story of Tingen City ends here."
The notebook snapped shut, leaving only the brown cover facing upwards.
The picture gradually moves away from the house with a dark red chimney on the outskirts of Tingen, overlooking the entire Tingen.
It was sunny in Tingen today.
Benson slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he asked in a deep voice, "What happened to this person... Ince Zangwill?"
Leonard pursed his lips and quickly responded, "He's dead. He died at the hands of me and... my companions."
He paused before saying Klein and changed his words to companion.
Audrey tilted her head, trying to discern something from his expression. Her lips moved slightly, but she ultimately said nothing.
She recalled Dwayne Dantès's reaction when he first met Melissa, and knew that if he wanted to recognize his brother and sister, there would be many opportunities and possibilities.
Since he didn't choose to do so, Audrey believed that he must have his own difficulties and would not interfere.
Azik was slightly startled when he heard what he said, and his frown slowly relaxed.
Benson stopped talking. There was no joy on his face at having his revenge fulfilled, only complete bewilderment.
The black-robed magician seemed to have just glanced over there casually, without opening his mouth or saying anything.
Alger looked up at the Red Glove of the Church of Evernight and recalled what "The World" Gehrman Sparrow had said.
Star and World knew each other... They killed Ince Zangwill together? A demigod... When Star first arrived at the Tarot Club, he was probably only at Sequence Five... Well, he should be a demigod now.
The ones who had a direct grudge against Ince Zangwill were Star, the dead Nighthawks... Klein Moretti... and Mr. Fool?
Did Mr. Fool send The World to avenge Klein Moretti's death at the hands of Ince Zangwill? And did Star meet Gehrman Sparrow during his revenge?
Or perhaps, Klein Moretti didn't really die, but faked his own death, so he asked fellow Familiar, Gehrman Sparrow, to avenge him.
Alger believed the latter was more likely, as he always believed that a follower under the watchful eyes of a god would not die so easily.
On the tombstone is a black and white photo of a gray-eyed man with a gentle smile.
Below the photo are his name, date of birth and death, and a three-line epitaph.
"The true guardian;"
"The most trustworthy companion;"
"Captain forever."
The soil fell little by little, filling the grave pit where the coffin had been placed, and finally covered it with a stone slab.
The people from the Blackthorn Security Company were still surrounding them. Luo Shan looked at the tombstone in a trance, her eyes a little swollen.
Leonard was beside her. He hesitated and opened his mouth, but Roxanne took the lead and whispered, "You know what? I thought the captain was still alive just now... He was just asleep. He'll wake up and lecture me soon..."
"He 's like my dad."
"And Klein... He's still so young, he hasn't found a wife yet, and he's bringing her in as a clerk..."
When she said this, she couldn't hold back her tears, lowered her head and covered her face, sobbing uncontrollably.
The black-haired, green-eyed man listened to her quietly and silently without saying a word.
He looked into the distance, a faint fire flickering in his green eyes.
Daly, wearing a hooded robe, stood in front of the tombstone like a lifeless statue.
Someone said, "We should send Klein away."
She didn't move, but said softly and vaguely. "You guys go first, I'll stay here for a while."
"The best brother;"
"The best brother;"
"The best colleague."
The funeral was over, and only Klein's siblings. Benson and Melissa. were left at his grave.
"I'll go hire a carriage..." Benson glanced at the black and white photo of his face on the tombstone, took a deep breath, and spoke slowly.
"Okay." Melissa nodded slightly.
After Benson left, she stared at the tombstone in a daze, then suddenly squatted down and buried her face in her arms.
"Idiot!"
She cursed in a hoarse voice.
Melissa maintained this posture, crying silently and with all her might.
Klein blinked very slowly.
Benson patted Melissa's clasped hands, his heart aching, but he was speechless.
Night gradually replaced day and occupied the sky of Tingen.
The image slowly became hazy, smaller, and unreal under the mist, transforming into a deep red star.
The gray mist flowed slowly, like water, surrounding the stars.
The image of the stars was fixed in the cemetery, in front of Klein's tombstone.
The Fool, sitting at the head of the long bronze table, seemed to be waiting for something, tapping the tabletop and looking around.
Suddenly, a bronze-skinned middle-aged man appeared in the image of Xingchen. He was holding a bouquet of white flowers and stopped in front of the tomb, remaining silent for a long time.
"I'm sorry. I'm ten minutes late."
"But I should know who it is..."
After a long while, he sighed and spoke softly.
He put down the bouquet and left the star display.
After a while, the surging gray fog seemed to gradually accelerate. flowing towards the stars with a purpose.
Inside the coffin, the young man, who had long lost his life and had a big hole in his chest, suddenly opened his eyes.
Melissa and Benson widened their eyes in shock and amazement.
But aside from them, no one else was that surprised. As a favored one under the watchful eye of the gods, Klein Moretti was unlikely to lose his life so easily.
Furthermore, since The Fool was able to bring Klein, an ordinary person, back to life once, it wasn't surprising that he could be resurrected a second time.
As expected... Alger sighed in his heart.
Leonard's low mood after witnessing the Captain and Klein's deaths again was slightly cheered up, but the more he speculated about Mr. Fool's plans, the more terrified he became.
Why did Dwayne Dantès describe Klein's resurrection as the "curse of Antigonus's notebook"? Was he deliberately misleading me? Was he trying to cover up the fact that Mr. Fool was using Klein as a vessel for divine descent?
No! Curse... As his favored one, Dawn is unlikely to say anything disrespectful…
Is this what Mr. Fool meant? Even His followers don't know about God's sending of a vessel?
The young man who climbed out of the grave pit had a look of deep confusion on his face and looked around at his surroundings and his own situation.
The hideous wound on his left chest was slowly wriggling and healing. He looked at it for a while, then gradually forced a wry smile.
Without further delay, he bent down to clean up the traces - filling the soil back and covering the stone slabs.
Under the night sky. Klein walked in the cemetery for a long time before stopping in front of a tombstone.
Dunn still smiles gently in the black and white photo.The resurrected man looked at him for a long time, then suddenly began to murmur, "Captain, you must not have been in a very good mood that day..."
Gradually his voice faded. In the silence of the cemetery late at night, he shook his head and sighed:
"I don't know what I am now. Maybe I'm just an evil spirit that crawled out of hell and wants revenge..."
Melissa moved her lips, wanting to say something, but her mind quickly understood why Klein, despite having been resurrected, had never returned to reunite with her and Benson.
So she could only say in a trembling voice:
"He is not dead..."
Benson's expression finally recovered from his shock. His joy wasn't obvious, but more of worry and concern.
"...That's good."
Klein reminded himself once again that Miss Justice, who was sitting on the other side, was already a demigod of the audience path. Even though he was now restricted from using extraordinary abilities by the Brass Book of Trunsost, if his reaction was too unnatural, he would probably not be able to hide it from her.
Actually, it wouldn't be a problem if she discovered my identity. With Miss Justice's wisdom, she would definitely guess why I was reluctant to reveal my identity…
The main reason is that this would be quite embarrassing, and she doesn't know what the owner of this space is planning. If a conflict arises, causing her to doubt the authenticity of the video, then she might not even be able to keep his identity as "The Fool."
Moreover, most of the extraordinary people present were shrewd people. If he showed any obvious behavior, he might be caught at any time.
Most importantly, perhaps the owner of this space is watching his every move, trying to determine whether Melissa and Benson are still important to him…
He laughed at himself in his heart, and once again put aside the idea of revealing his identity and reuniting with his family, acting as if nothing was wrong.
Leonard chewed over the words "vengeful evil spirit" carefully, and suddenly felt a little sad.
He was probably the one who could empathize the most among all those present, because he had once embarked on the road of revenge for the same reason.
This incident in Tingen changed their lives.
Klein lowered his head, seemingly praying devoutly, and then performed divination three times.
"The city where Ince Zangwill is currently located."
"Lanevers' current location."
"My hope of becoming stronger."
The scenes shown three times were extremely consistent: a prosperous city shrouded in smoke, a wide and turbid river, and an iconic Gothic clock tower.
Backlund! Everyone who lived in or had been to this "City of Hope" quickly recognized this city.
Klein Moretti was still Sequence 8 at the time, so there was no way he could divine the whereabouts of the demigod holding 0-08. Cattleya quickly concluded that this was help from Mr. Fool…
Although Mr. Fool has always been generous in helping the Tarot Club, he always does so based on the principle of "equivalent exchange."
However, in the film, Klein's requests for help are always free of charge…
In the world of the occult, this is never a good thing; it usually means the price to be paid in the future is far greater than you could imagine.
Is Mr. Fool treating his followers with favor, or does he have other plans?
Cattleya looked at the ordinary brother and sister and sighed in her heart.
Xio and Fors exchanged a glance. It turned out that Lanevus had come to Backlund at this very moment…
They had been involved in this incident before, and only later discovered that the danger was beyond their imagination, and even involved the arrival of an evil god.
Miss Justice's commission at the time must have come from Mr. Klein... He wanted to avenge himself and the death of Mr. Dunn…
Fors quickly connected everything, but suddenly realized that this commission came from within the Tarot Club, and Mr. Fool's only follower within the Tarot Club was Gehrman Sparrow, the World....
She always felt that some inspiration was about to flash and a terrible conclusion was about to form in her mind.
However, she quickly suppressed the thought, convincing herself that it might have gone through layers of entrustment within the followers before reaching Miss Justice.
Klein later went to Backlund? Melissa and Benson naturally recognized his current residence, but when they thought about how they had never met in the past two years, they didn't know whether to be happy or sad.
After receiving the revelation, the confusion on Klein's face finally disappeared completely, replaced by a calmness, an absent-minded calmness.
He walked out of his hiding place, looked at Dunn's tombstone for a while, and then left.
The crimson moon and the night covered the streets and alleys of Tingen, including Daffodil Street, the home of the Moretti brothers and sisters.
Melissa tossed and turned in bed for a long time, still unable to fall asleep. She sat up with the quilt gathered around her and looked at the moon outside the window for a while.
After a while, she got out of bed and opened the door. The moment she saw the scene in the living room, she suddenly held her breath.
In the dark living room, a man was vaguely sitting, fiddling with a silver pocket watch, opening and closing the cover over and over again.
She walked over there hesitantly and opened her mouth to make a sound.
At this time, the man seemed to notice and turned around.
The moonlight clearly illuminated his face: his slightly high hairline. His aged features, his black hair and brown eyes…
"...Melissa? What's wrong? Do you want to get up and drink some water?" He closed his pocket watch completely, stopped what he was doing, and smiled unnaturally.
The light in Melissa's eyes shattered and then reunited: "I...can't sleep."
At this moment, in front of the gate, Klein, his suit dusty and wrinkled, stared intently at the house.
He took a step forward, then paused and muttered to himself in a self-deprecating tone:
"If I go over and knock on the door, Melissa will probably faint right there... Benson will probably be so nervous his hair will start falling out, and then he'll try his best to calmly convince me, in the name of the curly-haired baboon..."
The bookish young man shook his head, glanced at the door with longing, then turned and left.
Mr. World was worried about something. Audrey read a lot from Klein's expression and actions in the picture, and she couldn't help feeling a little sad.
She knew that Mr. World had a gentle heart and his feelings for Benson and Melissa were definitely not fake. His decision to leave them was based on many factors.
He couldn't explain to the church why he was resurrected, which would inevitably make him suspect... Mr. Fool's cooperation with the Goddess was so secretive, and as a follower, he couldn't risk being exposed by returning.
Furthermore, his quest for revenge against Ince Zangwill and Lanevus would involve him in numerous dangers... These dangers might even stem from Mr. Fool's schemes....
He attaches more importance to Mr. World than one can imagine. What is the reason behind this?
Audrey's heart was filled with unexplainable questions, while Melissa, who was sitting next to her, stared at the screen, watching Klein leave.
She thought Klein should have knocked on the door, even if they would think it was a dream.
Klein walked for a while before finding a sheltered corner to sit down. His face was filled with exhaustion, and he quickly fell asleep. leaning against the wall.
But not long after, a policeman with a baton came over. When he saw the sleeping young man, his brows furrowed tightly, and he pushed the "homeless man" awake without mercy.
"You can't sleep here!" he said fiercely. "Streets and parks are not places for lazy, lazy bums like you to sleep!"
Klein was visibly startled. He didn't argue with him. He picked up his coat and left.
This time, he walked from the darkness to the dawn.
The officer probably never knew that the "homeless man" he chased away was actually a hero who saved Tingen with his own life. A true hero.
Leonard didn't even feel angry, but rather a sense of irony.
He thought Klein never mentioned this.
There was a long line at the ticket office of the steam train station, and it took a while before it was Klein's turn.
"A second-class ticket to Backlund," he said.
The conductor asked, "Is it the next one at ten o'clock, or the one at two in the afternoon?"
Klein thought for a moment and replied, "Two o'clock."
The clock hanging in the waiting room showed the time was just after nine o'clock.
"Want to go out for a walk?" After a silent breakfast. Benson tried to cheer himself up and said to the depressed and haggard Melissa beside him.
She opened her mouth, but before any sound came out, she pursed her lips and nodded without saying anything.
Benson said as he straightened his clothes, "I heard there's a new circus in the town square. Maybe we can go check it out."
The girl only responded softly, with an indifferent look and no expectations.
Across from the townhouse, a young man stood in the shadows carrying a leather suitcase.
He stared at the gate blankly, and several times seemed unable to restrain himself from walking over, but in the end he still stood where he was.
Benson and Melissa walked to the town square. Behind them, amid the noisy crowd, the figure of a young man carrying a suitcase could be vaguely seen.
"This circus is very famous." Benson bought the tickets and walked inside with Melissa, forcing a smile.
Melissa had no expression and just hummed.
Just then, her foot slipped and she was about to fall.
Klein subconsciously reached out his hand in the crowd, but touched nothing.
The crowds of people passing by obscured his vision, and when he saw Melissa again, the girl had already regained her footing on her own.
The young man watched from afar, not even daring to go any further.
"Sir?" A clown who had just changed his costume looked at the bookish young man in confusion.
Klein twitched his lips and pulled out a few soli banknotes from his pocket. "I want to borrow a clown costume."
The clown took the note, glanced at it, and said with a sincere smile. "Of course, no problem."
He gestured for Klein to follow him and glanced curiously at Klein's respectable attire. "Generous sir, would you mind telling me your reasons?"
"...I' ve saddened my family, and I want to comfort them." Klein paused and said.
"...You must love your family very much." The clown sighed.
Klein changed into a clown costume and painted his face with thick red, yellow, and white paint, looking no different from other clowns in the circus.
Before he left the tent, the friendly clown handed him a bouquet of golden flowers.
He was startled and saw the clown winking at him: "I wish you and your family happiness, sir!"
"...Thank you." Klein's face, covered in oil paint, showed an exaggerated smile as he picked up the bouquet.
When the people around were attracted by the tennis ball in the air, the clown produced a bunch of Seville daisies from nowhere and placed them in front of Benson and Melissa.
In the two people's confused sight, the clown's face, which was covered with red, yellow, white and other colored paints, had the corners of his mouth raised high, fixed in a happy, exaggerated, and funny bright smile.
Off-screen, the tears that Melissa had been holding back finally slid down her cheeks.