The dark apartment hall and the sunny street seem to be distinct, separated by the dilapidated door, separating two completely different lives.
Liv, the washing lady, held back her tears and looked at the familiar detective expectantly.
I hope he can preserve his daughter's fragile life.
"Of course." Klein looked at the two of them blankly and said these words unconsciously.
How could he refuse?
Hmm... The hymn bell belongs to Mr. Bishop, so he doesn't want to use too much energy. It doesn't matter, he can just use a little less, and when most of it is cured, he can take medicine to recover.
But Liv and the others can't.
It was good to have five pounds saved over the years in that bag of savings, but it was still the cost of Daisy Freya's education, food for the future, their clothes in the next few years, and the hope that their lives would get better.
Just like a drunkard in the dock union tavern once murmured:
"People like us are like straw in the field. When the wind blows, we will fall down. Even if there is no wind, we may fall down."
Don't let this be the wind that blows them away.
This was the only thought left in his mind.
".I still want to do volunteer work this time."
Klein said softly, shaking the bell in his hand firmly.
Accompanied by the faint and distant sound of 'ding-dong', the sunshine moved a little bit into the apartment, as if the prayers and goodwill across the two worlds finally fell on the person who deserved it.
Perhaps, when the hymn bell was originally created, it was with this vision in mind.
"Jingle Bell."
"Jingle Bell--"
Distant sounds echoed inside and outside the alley.
Along with the invisible fluctuations, Liv and Freya's faces turned rosy visibly.
Their bodies no longer trembled, and their out-of-focus eyes glowed again.
Tears slid down the rough cheeks.
"Thank you, thank you." Liv touched her tears and thanked her incoherently, not knowing how to express her gratitude to the kind detective in front of her.
Freya, who had recovered slightly, was still coughing, but she still kept bowing to Klein.
It seems to be getting better tomorrow.
On the edge of the East End, old Kohler held the newly bought sliced bread and ham and ran towards the apartment he rented in the East End with joy.
After becoming an informant, the kind-hearted detective gave him enough money to escape his wandering life. He is now doing odd jobs at the dock and can earn a few soles every day.
Enough, enough.
Old Kohler took out the crumpled cigarette from his pocket and held it in his mouth. He looked left and right with his wrinkled face vigilantly, making sure that hungry pedestrians with red eyes would pounce on him and take away the small bumper harvest he finally had.
'Ham is still too expensive, he still has to share it with others, but it doesn't matter, it's already good, he can have three slices of ham for every meal this week... no, at least five slices of ham.'
He thought, and glanced doubtfully at the members of the major churches who were whizzing by on both sides and walking in a hurry.
‘I don’t know what’s going on over there…There have always been a lot of accidents in the East District these past two weeks. But fortunately, none of them will fall on a little guy like him. The gust of wind seems to have blown away the smog…”
Old Kohler's figure disappeared at the end of the road.
It will get better tomorrow.
…
A few minutes later, Yager and Medici walked out of the alley with a few burn marks on their cheeks.
"You have to pay extra compensation because I have advanced the information you want to you in advance!" Medici squeezed out this sentence through his teeth.
He covered his arm with a brand new wound after the violent physical conflict between the two.
"Okay, okay." Yager nodded perfunctorily.
Some tentacle monsters that appeared to be unscathed apparently also gained the upper hand in physical conflicts.
He looked around casually, preparing to find a corner to teleport home.
When the real thing was cut off, Leonard could still be blamed for the problem, but now the clothes are no longer visible...
The black-haired young man's shirt was stained with red flesh and white organ fragments, and without exception, was mixed with the malicious aura of the true Creator.
Because Mr. A is not dead, some of them are still beating and trying to slap someone with their little tails.
"..."
Yager silently patted his arm and wiped away all the strands of flesh that had such evil thoughts.
It's better to wait until you change clothes before going to church.
"Master...Mr. Drester?" In the distance, Klein, who had cured Liv and the two of them, walked back quickly and unconsciously glanced at the stranger next to him.
He looks young, and his demeanor, well, his demeanor is not very mature either...
Are you a friend of Mr. Bishop?
He guessed based on the relative familiarity between the two.
"I'm sorry, I used the bell a little too much. If there is any extra consumption, I will replenish it." Klein handed over the hymn bell in his hand.
"It's okay." Yager took it and stuffed it into his pocket. "It doesn't make any difference if you use it more or less."
"By the way, I'm going back."
"If you continue to stay here, remember to be careful about a certain blond Beyonder."
According to the spiritual vision, the opponent is not nearby at all, and it will be very troublesome to chase him.
Tsk.
Considering the other party's status as a true God's favorite, he gave a friendly reminder.
But Medici next to him raised his eyebrows slightly.
He sneered: "You guessed it wrong. That madman's power is more than this."
"This doesn't feel like Him."
"Of course, it's possible that He is behind the scenes and is adding fuel to the fire. He always likes to do this. But direct influence? It's not like that at all."
Medici didn't care about the detective next to him who had some secrets that he had tried before, and said to himself.
Even Einhorn and Sauron, in order to maintain a false appearance of normality in front of strangers, did not come out to ridicule him at this time.
After hearing this explanation, Klein was stunned for a moment.
What they were talking about was probably the angel who was in cahoots with George III that the bishop mentioned in the Tarot meeting last time.
If it doesn't look like the angel did it...
His pupils shrank!
"Is it 0-08?!"
Yager looked over with confusion: "0-08?"
"A sealed artifact once stolen by the Church of the Night was stolen by Ince Zangwill, who failed to be promoted. According to the information I received, he is now in Backlund!" Klein explained, his right hand clenching unconsciously.
It became a fist.
…
At the mausoleum on the outskirts of Backlund, an ordinary and dull-looking quill suddenly jumped out of the hand of Ince Zangwill who hurriedly ordered the security outside.
Under his horrified gaze, it quickly wrote on the table:
"Oh! Something terrible happened!"
"The Aurora Society, the Witch Sect, and even the royal family's conspiracy have been completely shattered."
"The three major churches have dispatched a large number of teams to the East District. It won't be long before even the little cold brought by Ms. Despair will be eliminated."
"But at this moment, Yager Drester learned the news about Ince Zangwill from the familiar Detective Moriarty!"
"Ah! It's unbelievable. Two beings in the spirit world happened to be fighting at the same address. The resulting storm spread to reality, and happened to involve the three Yagr!"
"The landing point of the storm is just outside the mausoleum."
"Yes! It's such a coincidence!"
(End of chapter)
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