The dim red moon hangs high in the sky covered with lead clouds. The chaotic East District seems to be covered with a cold-toned filter. The spirituality outside the real horizon is drying up, which seems to echo some kind of long-standing pattern.
, seems to be silently accumulating for the next crazy growth.
By this time, the first group of skilled workers who had come off work had almost disappeared, leaving only scattered ordinary workers and homeless people everywhere on the streets of the East District.
Far away from the dock union, on the north side of the East District, a pair of "disabled" men, also wearing workers' uniforms and covered in dust and mud, were supporting each other as they turned awkwardly into an alley.
After regaining a certain amount of mobility, Klein rationally gave up chasing Lanrevus. Although his spiritual intuition told him that the state of being possessed by the true Creator had passed, but the spiritual thread on Lanrevus was
Distortion cannot be ignored. No matter what the reason is, in front of him, Klein has lost the strongest ability that he can currently unleash independently.
I don’t know how good Mr. Ston’s friend is and whether he can take care of my left hand... Klein had obvious fatigue on his face as he thought about it again and again.
After all, the level of treatment in the East District is beyond praise. No, it should be said that the level of treatment in this era is beyond praise.
If a doctor with a sense of medieval déjà vu suddenly shouts that he is responsible for my life and wants to cut off my left arm, I will be too Mr. Sheston.
I don’t know if this is the case, whether “Secret” can help me connect my hand for free...
Although the enemy he longed for fled in front of him, Klein did not seem to fall into depression. Instead, he could now more easily joke around in his head, with the corners of his mouth raised high, stubborn and stiff.
"It's right in front, we'll be there soon." After discovering that Klein could walk independently with a cane, Evan nodded as he released his support.
He looked at the light from the alley where his tailor shop was located in front of him, his nose twitched, and the aroma of food hit his face, his brows suddenly tightened, and he subconsciously added:
"Well, Mr. Mitchell, my friend has a unique set of opinions on food. She prefers to eat food that maintains its original characteristics. I hope you won't shout out in surprise later."
Although after the most basic judgment, Evan can confirm that the gentleman who calls himself Leonard Mitchell is also an extraordinary person, but he cannot be sure of this gentleman's position in case he cannot accept a "Rose Bishop"
what to do?
Damn it, I should have thought about it just now, even if I introduced him to old Tam at the clinic, why did I just get so excited and bring him to see Helen?
Evan, who was limping as he walked, couldn't help but cover his face. His brain, which was already throbbing in pain, became even more unbearable now.
Clang.
Evan, who was wondering whether there was any remedy, was suddenly startled. He seemed to hear the sound of the fire tongs he usually used to pick up briquettes fall to the ground.
wrong!
This is the sound of the tongs falling to the ground!
But before he could get angry and shout, a woman whose body features were covered by a robe rushed out of the tailor shop that could be seen around the next corner. Her scarlet eyes were particularly obvious under the night sky.
"Helen?" Evan subconsciously stopped and blocked Klein with his intact left hand.
Helen, with a bloodless face and not in a good mental state, stood at the corner in a daze. Her scarlet eyes kept scratching over Evan's body, and finally stared at his right wrist.
"You are hurt?"
Helen, whose voice was slightly hoarse, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and her eyes that shone with spiritual light dimmed.
"I met a madman, it's not a big problem." Evan's lips were half-opened, and he answered after being stunned for a while, feeling an inexplicable sense of relief in his heart.
The next second he got the answer, he saw Helen's gaze tilt a little to the right.
Oops!
Only then did Evan remember that the scarlet light symbolizing the "Secret Prayer" was flashing in Helen's eyes just now, and he turned his head almost instantly, with obvious worry on his face.
But the strange thing is that although Mr. Mitchell, whose origin is unknown next to him, looks a little surprised, he has more of a weird smile at this time, and it can't be said that he feels it anyway.
"What a coincidence"...
Until now, why can't Klein recognize that the slightly haggard but beautiful and tall woman in front of him and Mr. Evan who took the initiative to help him are the strange combination he met at the "Eye of Wisdom" party.
It was also while acting together with Detective Zerrell that the "Rose Bishop" and her companions killed the Feysac spy.
Considering his current physical condition and the enthusiasm shown by Mr. Evan just now, Klein decided to pretend not to notice all this and conceal his identity.
Anyway, I wore a mask during the two close encounters. Even though I saw Sherlock Moriarty’s face through some means, I didn’t wear a human skin mask today. I am now Klein under the pseudonym of a poet classmate!
Klein smiled very naturally, and the faint weirdness in his eyebrows disappeared briefly. He looked at Evan who was looking at him with doubts and said half-jokingly:
"I just didn't expect that Mr. Ston you would have such a beautiful friend."
He deliberately added an accent to the word friend.
Evan Stone, who was deliberately misunderstood, frowned slightly for a moment, while Helen, who was standing a little further away, was a little confused. It was obvious that this mentally immature lady did not react immediately.
As a "Rose Bishop" who can retaliate against any rude thoughts toward her at any time, she does not need to have an overly sensitive "sense of smell".
"Well, I think you misunderstood, Mr. Mitchell, this is Helen, she is the friend I want to introduce to you."
Can "Bishop Rose" treat a doctor? The muscles on Klein's face were twitching imperceptibly. He almost used all the potential of "Joker" to avoid having doubts clearly written on his face.
If my spiritual intuition hadn't called the police yet, I would have thought you were looking for me to give your friends extra food!
Despite the storm in his head, Klein took the initiative to suppress his doubts. However, his spirituality spread and the "substitute" on his right hand entered a ready state and could be activated at any time.
"Then I would like to thank this lady first. I hope you can save my poor left hand." Klein raised the cane in his hand and smiled a little reluctantly.
............
Thick white lightnings occupy the distant sky, and the frequency of replacement is relatively slow.
In the dark wasteland, lanterns that seemed to be suspended in mid-air moved forward slowly, from far to near.
Iron boots reflecting a faint light, cloth shoes with animal skin soles, heavy footsteps leaving traces on the land regularly, accompanied by the rustling of clothes.
Lovia Tiffany, with majestic eyebrows and thick silver-gray curly hair, walked at the front of the team, scanning the darkness ahead with her light gray eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate the soul, always alert to dangers that might arise at any time.
This is another regular outing of Silver City to explore, and it does not involve any lost city-state ruins. It is just to widen the fog on the map, and it is a manifestation of the hope for the outside world in action again and again.
"Elder Lovia, the team members are a little tired. Should we take a rest first and wait for everyone to adjust before moving on?" A tall, brown-haired man with a resolute face carefully approached Lovia.
The voice was low.
Because of all the rumors that had spread before, many members within Silver City were extremely wary of the strength of this "shepherd" elder.
Lovia, who was wearing a dark purple robe, thought for a moment, her eyes slowly passed over the team members with varying degrees of fatigue on their faces, and she nodded slightly:
"No problem, rest nearby for 100 lightning strikes."
They were crossing a hilly area and there was no shortage of places to rely on.
Moreover, it is now a period of slow lightning frequency, which is a night defined by Silver City. 100 lightning strikes are enough to restore the energy of this team composed entirely of extraordinary people.
Seeing each member leaning on a stone with their eyes closed, or sitting on the ground rubbing their ankles, or taking out the dry food they had brought with them, Lovia checked her surroundings again to make sure that no one's lantern was about to go out, and that there were no monsters lurking in the darkness.
After getting closer, he distanced himself from the team in an inconspicuous manner and only stood guard from a distance.
This will not arouse the suspicion of other team members. Most of them understand this elder who is slightly mentally abnormal. Especially after her husband died unfortunately two months ago, they are more tolerant.
Wow.
The ubiquitous shadows in the God-Forsaken Land are surging like a tide, and layers of thick shadows slowly rise, building a less obvious shadow barrier around Lovia. As long as the "Dawn Knight" does not take the initiative
If you get close, you will definitely not find anything unusual.
This mysterious elder clenched his fists on his chest, and muttered incantations in Elvish language with his brightly colored lips. His smooth, white skin looked even paler. In a daze, she felt a sharp gaze sweeping across the surrounding darkness.
Come on, it's impossible to trace back to the root cause.
"The great 'disobedient'..."
Since obtaining the "Shepherd" formula, this has been Lovia's daily life. She needs to regularly contact this secret existence who helps her and constantly report her own movements.
But this time, it seemed like it was just a daily prayer, a full three-minute report, but no useful information was mentioned.
Lovia, who had a mature and beautiful face, still lowered her head. It wasn't until the eyes that had been watching her disappeared that she lowered her hands on her chest.
His light gray eyes, which usually seemed to be able to penetrate the soul, now looked extremely dazed.
The surging shadows around her returned to calm, and she stared blankly at the darkness in the distance, not knowing where her thoughts were going.
Two months ago, her husband died in the wilderness far away from Silver City. She took the initiative to create an accident and left the team, but after waiting for five days, she did not see her husband die because of the curse of Silver City.
Turn into an evil spirit.
Since then, there has been a voice whispering deep in her heart, urging her to pursue the truth in the darkness and give up the false and ridiculous "non-prevention".
"The great truth..." Lovia with firm eyes whispered, her white and shapely right hand pressed against her flat belly, as if she was feeling the remnants of life.
............
Unexpectedly, "Bishop Rose" really has the talent of a surgeon... Klein stared blankly as Helen expertly fixed the splint on his left arm and wrapped it with a bandage, and murmured to himself.