"It can only last for more than one minute... It's too short..." Klein thought for a moment, and he didn't care about anything else, so he arrived at the desk in two steps.

He put down "Grossel's Travels", held "0-08", and quickly wrote on a blank piece of paper:

"George III intends to use this speech to catch all the enemies who want to destroy his ritual, but if everything goes well and no accident happens, he will take the opportunity to take potions, open his trump card, and attack the level of the gods. After all, there are too many unknowns in the future, and it will not be safe. Moreover, his current preparations are perfect and appropriate enough.

“This is a very reasonable development.”

The last stop was over, and before Klein could carefully check whether there were any errors in the content, the slightly dim quill in his hand disappeared silently, as if it had never arrived or existed.

And the content of such a few short sentences seemed to drain Klein's energy, causing him to feel a little dizzy in his head. He had to take a few steps back and sit on the chair.

"It makes no sense... I didn't see how tired and struggling Ince Zangwell was... Well, it should be because I forced the call and didn't dare to let '0-08' weave the story by myself. When writing, I had to rely entirely on my own spiritual support. Ince Zangwell could get the cooperation of '0-08', and the consumption would not be that great..." Klein closed his eyes, meditated for a while, and finally he finally came to his senses.

Under normal circumstances, he has no substantial contact with "0-08" and has only met him once, and it is impossible for him to summon this "0" level seal. However, on the one hand, he has the "Snake of Destiny" personally blessed his luck, and on the other hand, he has "Travels of Grossel", which is an item left by "Dragon of Imagination" Angelweed, which contains "City of Miracles" and has some deep connection with "0-08" - if there were no interference at some high positions, these two items would have met long ago.

Klein was not sure whether this correlation between fate and traits could increase the probability of summoning success, but just thought that he would not lose anything, but it was really successful.

It is precisely because of this that he did not dare to use "Grossel's Travels" to carry the content written in the "0-08" projection, and he did not even dare to let them get close, fearing that something could not stop unbearable accidents.

This is Beckland, with a very high population density!

"Well, logically speaking, there should be no surprises. After all, '0-08' is an image in the pores of history, it is fake. "Grossell's Travels" is manifested by the 'Dragon of Imagination', and it is also fake. It is fake and fake, and it cannot be real. It lacks the material basis of extraordinary characteristics... You can go back to experiment on the reef island where no one is... "Klein rubbed his forehead, stood up, returned to his desk, and examined the passage he had just written.

He did not directly write that George III failed in promotion and fell on the spot because he believed that the projection of "0-08" on the angel of the interference sequence 1 cannot be so direct, and it must be more tactful.

Moreover, there is also the Psychological Alchemy Club and Amon His brother, who will inevitably be noticed and easily exploited if it is too obvious. Klein can only deviate a little, mainly to reduce unknowns.

"Hope it works..." After staring for a while, Klein folded the paper and stuffed it into his pocket.

Then, he sacrificed "The Travels of Grossel" back to the grey fog.

After doing these things, Klein began to consider another question, which was when to go out to buy ice cream for Will Ansitine.

"Beckland has Zaratho, and probably Amon. If you go out too much, you may encounter it on the spot, which is a bit dangerous... Otherwise, summon Will from the holes of history? This is very real and will disappear in a quarter of an hour. Don't worry about gaining weight at all. It's so beautiful..." Klein couldn't help but mutter a few words in his heart.

In the end, he decided to change his clothes and go out because he had to keep his promises in life!

…………

On Saturday morning, the sky was gray and foggy, making people feel depressed for no reason.

This is a common scene in Beckland's late winter. Although it does not have as much thick haze and pungent smell as last year, the geographical environment and climate characteristics determine that similar situations must exist for a long time, and the control of air pollution has never been successful in one or two years.

Melissa put on a black tweed coat over her knees, put on a hat with black twisted tulle hanging down, and walked quickly to the door.

Benson held his top hat and shook his head when he saw this:

"A girl under twenty years old must dress up in less than twenty years. This is so mature and old-fashioned. Do you understand? Old-fashioned."

Melissa glanced at her brother and replied simply:

“Another quarter of a penny per pound of bread.”

"This price..." Benson sighed.

He then took out the silver pocket watch with branches covered with branches and patterns, and snapped it open, taking a look:

"Let's go, it's still a long way to go to Municipal Square."

Melissa said "um" and went out with her brother and came to the street.

"Good morning, Mrs. Daniel." Walking forward a few steps, Benson saw a neighbor out, and greeted him with a smile.

He is good at communication and has long established good relationships with his neighbors around him.

The lady, known as Mrs. Daniel, was wearing a pure black dress, in her forties, with a thin face, covered with a thin black veil with a hat hanging down. He heard this and nodded and responded briefly:

"Good morning, two."

She did not say hello and left coldly.

Benson looked at her back and deliberately slowed down. He waited until the distance was widened before he turned his head and asked his sister:

“What happened to Mrs. Daniel?

"I've been too busy for a while and haven't visited my neighbors for a long time."

Melissa pursed her lips and said:

"Mrs. Daniel's eldest son Larry, confirmed to have been killed in the Ammanda front line, yesterday's news."

"That young man who is very tall, shy, but very careful, kind and sincere? When he came back last time, he said he was promoted in the army and became a lieutenant..." Benson asked in surprise.

Melissa nodded:

"I can't imagine Larry dying like this..."

Just as she couldn't imagine that the classmates she met in school would die tragically in front of her.

In just a few seconds, some people can no longer speak, communicate, or study.

Benson was silent for a moment and sighed:

"I've been busy all this time, and I'm actually dealing with the issue of pensions. Maybe the list of the list I've assigned is not included in Larry, so I'm not sure.

"The list comes with a lot of information. Some are cheerful and enthusiastic, some are humorous, some are the only son of their parents, some are firm in character, and they are the leaders of the soldiers around them, some are just getting married and have no children, some are preparing gifts for their young daughter, some are carrying a love letter on their body, and they plan to end the battle, so they go to the post office to deliver... They are all dead."

Melissa and Benson were silent at the same time, and no one spoke for a long time.

When he was about to reach the intersection, Melissa looked at the road ahead and said:

"What do you think His Majesty the King will give a speech today?"

"Maybe it's mobilization, maybe it's conveying the belief that you will win." Benson replied casually.

Melissa glanced at her brother:

"It's not like you, Benson, shouldn't you laugh at me?"

"The ridicule should also be when you understand the specific content after listening to the speech. The most basic principle of being a human is not to comment on things you don't understand enough, otherwise, you will be worse than curly baboons." Benson smiled.

At this time, he saw another neighbor.

The other party's hair was gray and covered half of his face with a scarf layer by layer. He was wearing a thick jacket and carrying a cloth bag in his hand. He hurriedly passed by the brother and sister.

"Mr. Thomas's dress is so strange...what else does he have to do?" Benson asked with a little confusion, looking at the other person's back.

Melissa replied in a low voice:

"Mrs. Thomas is sick and spends a lot of savings at home. Recently, the food price has increased a lot, and Mr. Thomas's income has not changed much. He has to queue up at the relief site every few days to get some bread. He is a decent gentleman and may not want to be recognized by others.

"Also, the food for relief is always limited, and it is likely that it will be gone if you go too late. You have to apply for additional applications in churches, workhouses and other places. Today, the relief begins at the end of His Majesty the King's speech. Mr. Thomas should have thought of going there directly at that time."

Benson nodded slowly and asked with concern:

"What disease did Mrs. Thomas have? I know a few good doctors."

"The disease caused by worry," Melissa said as she heard it, "Ms. Thomas is very worried about her young son serving in the army."

"You mean Thomas little?" Benson's brow frowned slightly.

After receiving his sister's affirmative answer, he fell silent, as if he was thinking about something.

After a while, when approaching the nearest municipal square, Benson looked ahead and whispered:

"Thomas little has been killed..."

...Melissa did not respond, but her expression was a little dazed in an instant.

They walked forward silently again, as if relying on inertia.

In front of them, more and more people appeared. These people were wearing formal clothes, holding canes, dressed in gentlemen, or dressed in blue, green, yellow and red colors, sweaters, jackets with trousers, or dresses with dark black, with low tones.

They came out of their houses and came from the streets they were in, as if splashing waters merged together at the intersection to form a stream.

The stream surging in front of the stream, and many flows flow into it, weaving the majestic torrent in the square.

The torrent was slowly rushing, flooding the square.
Chapter completed!