Bang!

The highly alert captain Eric's body trembled inexplicably and saw the wandering magician who claimed to be Merlin Hermes explode directly behind the astronomy telescope.

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

"..." Eric and the team members who heard the reputation were all stunned, not understanding how this change suddenly happened.

A second later, Eric said in a deep voice:

“Evacuate!”

He wanted to lead the team to escape from the apartment before the danger had actually escaped.

At this moment, another figure came into the open door of Room 403. It turned out to be Merlin Hermes, who had just exploded out of thin air.

The wandering magician wore a tall top hat and a black robe, as if nothing had happened, and said to Eric and his team members:

"The root of the problem is indeed the astronomical telescope."

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

With another bang, the astronomical telescope suddenly shattered into metal light spots, and some foul-smelling blue-black gas was filled with.

After the gray and white mist appeared and disappeared, the stench disappeared, the blue and black disappeared, and the interior of the room completely returned to normal.

"...What's going on?" Eric asked carefully, forcing himself to forget what happened again when the other party died.

As a "Red Glove" captain with rich experience, he has some guesses about the truth of the whole matter, and the purpose of asking questions is mainly to seek confirmation.

Klein smiled and said:

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

"If you want to know more detailed details, you can only collect clues by yourself, and I don't know much about it."

Eric nodded slightly, turned his eyes to his team members, signaling them to continue to explore.

After some busy schedule, Eric said to Merlin Hermes:

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

"One, John was a local resident and served in the war, and his mental state seemed to have some problems; two, he was an astronomy enthusiast for a long time, and after the war, he joined an academic organization called the "Celestial Training Council", but we did not collect any information about this organization before; three, John seemed to be looking for a way to see the real starry sky."

When talking about the word "starry sky", Eric paused for a moment, as if he had received a warning from the upper class of the Night Church.

After the war, he joined an organization called the "Celestial Training Council"... looking for a way to see the real starry sky... Klein combined with his "experience" just now, gained a certain degree of confidence in things, and nodded gently:

"You should all know that the 'starry sky' means danger, and you can't even understand it."

"We will report this case to the Archbishop as soon as possible and define the 'Celestial Training Council' as a dangerous organization." Eric said as if he was communicating with his boss who was not directly responsible for the "Night Watcher".

Klein sighed as he walked towards the door:

"War has indeed had an irreversible impact on every aspect..."

After the fall of the "God of War", the already shaky primitive barrier lost part of its support. The "Goddess of Night" has not yet fully grasped the corresponding "uniqueness". As for becoming the "old day", I don't know how long it will take to wait. In this case, the erosion of the external gods on this world has naturally deepened, which is combined with the war trauma that a large number of ordinary people have appeared.

Klein suspected that during the post-war reconstruction period, many cult organizations pointing to the "starry sky" and to different external gods have quietly appeared in various places in Ruin. If they are allowed to develop believers and make various high-risk attempts, the doomsday will definitely be ahead of schedule.

With a sigh, he walked out of Room 403 step by step, and his figure quickly blurred and became transparent until it disappeared.

In a hotel near Playa Street, Crane, who had already checked in, picked up the coffee placed in front of him and took a sip.

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

There is a cemetery here with stone tablets towering like a low forest.

Klein walked through the cemetery and relied on his spiritual "guiding the way" to find a tombstone.

The owner of this tombstone is called:

"Welch McGovern".

This is Klein's original college classmate. He died strangely in Tingen because he bought the notes of the Antigonus family, which indirectly led to Zhou Mingrui's "traveling through time".

Welch McGwen's father, a banker in Conston City, spent money to bring his son's body back to his hometown and buried it in the cemetery.

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

He was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly stopped. Twenty or thirty seconds later, an old man holding a black cane came over from the other direction.

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

However, compared to a few years ago, this gentleman has aged a lot. He was originally a very energetic middle-aged gentleman, but now his hair is half white, with a lot of wrinkles on the corners of his eyes, mouth, and forehead.

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

Klein sighed:

"Uncle, I am Welch's friend and I happened to pass by Conston City recently."

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

“He is a guy who loves to make friends, and I only know some of them.”

His words were actually explaining why he did not invite the guest in front of him to attend the funeral, and he was very sorry for this.

Klein didn't say much, looked around and said:

"Do you have anything to help, or, what wish do you want to realize? I hope to provide some strength."

Welch's father looked around and smiled bitterly:

"Can you get all the dead here back up?"

It's not bad, it's just not the same as what you want to stand up again... Klein sighed inwardly and shook his head.

"Then can you get Conston back to his original appearance?" Welch's father asked again with a wry smile.

Before Klein could respond, he sighed and continued:

"There is no need to provide help. I can do what can be achieved by myself. I can only pray to the gods."

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

Klein looked at his back and whispered to himself:

"I will do my best."

After saying that, he turned around and left the cemetery.

…………

Conston, a bar with a century-long decoration style.

A man wrapped in a thick jacket, carrying beer, walked to the wooden board next to the bar, trying to find a part-time job from the sheets of paper attached to it.

Suddenly, he saw a strange commissioned task:

"I am a journalist and want to collect various stories from different people that have happened in the war, preferably what I have experienced personally. The reward I can provide is to satisfy your desire to repair and rebuild your house for free. I have enough resources in this regard.

"Merlin Hermes."

The man subconsciously frowned, feeling that the commission was too strange, like the product of a prank.

"Can you understand the text above?" a thin man sitting next to the wooden board seized the opportunity and asked.

Among the guests who come and go to this bar, there are only a few who can read. Even if you want to find a job or receive a corresponding commission, most people cannot understand what the paper posted on the wooden board is written, and the bartender can only remember the highest rewards.

Based on this situation, the thin man relied on his own to attend a free school and mastered the common Ruenwen vocabulary, providing corresponding interpretations to others at a price of one quarter of a penny each time.

This is how he lives on.

The man shook his head and said that he could understand Ruenwen. He pointed at Merlin Hermes's commission and said:

"Is this true?"

"Really, the gentleman of reporters was sitting in that corner, wearing a very tall top hat." The thin man pointed the direction enthusiastically.

The reporter promised him that he would give him a quarter of a penny for every person introduced him.

The man holding the beer fell silent, hesitated for a full ten seconds before walking to the corner, and found the reporter named Merlin Hermes.

"Will you really help me rebuild the house?" he asked with some trepidation and concern.

Klein pointed to the documents placed on the small round table and said:

“We can sign a contract.”

"...No, even if you just provide some materials, I'm very satisfied." The man sat opposite Klein and said calmly, "I don't have a very vivid story."

"Just be real enough." Klein nodded slightly and gave encouragement.

The man looked down and looked at the table and said:

"I am a native of Conston. I once had a pretty decent job and bought a platoon house on Danchao Street. Later, the war broke out and my house turned into ruins in a bombing. My eldest son, the child who had just entered the elementary school, was buried inside...

“We had to rent another two-bedroom room until the Fsaks took over Conston, and they, they dragged my wife away, and she never came back…

"Some time ago, someone told me to recognize the body. I couldn't recognize her. She was so rotten that she was no longer decent. However, her remaining clothes still contained our tap water bill...

"When she was renting the house, she always missed our home, so did my little daughter. I don't have much money now and can only barely make a living, but I hope I can rebuild that house a little bit.

"Frankly, I really don't like telling others about my misfortune. I would rather be silent, but if I can really get help in rebuilding this, then I can..."
To be continued...