The eternal gray fog lingered in the grand palace, and the spiritual wave slowly subsided. On the dome, the stars connecting Loholid returned to normal. Klein, who was sitting on top, hesitated and retracted his fingers.
"What are you going to do with him?"
Judging from the feedback given by Crimson Star just now, "Mystery", a believer who was forgotten in the land abandoned by God, is in very poor condition, and his spirit is on the verge of splitting at any time.
"Let him find a new city-state on his own, and recover his spiritual problems by establishing faith." To this, "Secret" gave a simple and crude answer, with almost no consideration.
After experiencing all the chaos in the Second Age, he formed relatively explicit racist thoughts and had a natural prejudice against non-metahuman races such as dragons, giants, magic wolves, phoenixes, and demons.
Although the identity of the righteous God of the Third Age allows him to have a lot of beliefs from these races, especially the "divineer" path of the demon wolf, this still does not change his inherent thinking. He has always felt that he cannot be like that person.
The Creator is as loving as the Creator.
Of course, his adopted daughter, Angelberg, is an exception. She received an education based on "mysterious" values since she was a child. Spiritually speaking, she is not a giant in the traditional sense, but more like a person who is deeply impressed by extraordinary characteristics.
Humanity.
But judging from the moment of contact, he still believes in you even after a thousand years... Klein does not agree with the cold treatment of his half body.
However, considering that he was now in a public toilet in the East District, with filth everywhere around him, and that someone might discover his body at any time, Klein had to put this matter aside first, spread his spirituality, and leave.
Gray fog.
The crimson on the top of the long table flickered, and "Mystery", who was leaning on the high-backed chair, sat in the seat of "The Fool" and once again clicked on the crimson star belonging to Roholid.
If Loholid really wasn't cared about by him, how could he possibly have his own marking star on Source Castle?
In the darkness far away from the temple of the true Creator, the aura of Loholid, who had reintegrated the younger part, was weakening, and the meaning of madness in his scarlet pupils was even stronger.
He can accept losing one-third of his body, and he can accept losing a "Dread Bishop"-level herding target, but he cannot accept himself escaping in front of creatures weaker than himself!
But this is the Lord's will, this is the Lord's... Loholid, who was constantly hypnotizing himself, suddenly stopped moving in mid-air, and the gray mist once again covered his eyes.
"Look for new city-states, spread my faith, and the followers of the true Creator will no longer pursue you."
In a daze, the calm and cold voice of "Secret" penetrated the soul, and the pressure of the high status made Loholid's three heads tremble uncontrollably and bowed deeply.
"Your will is my will."
Silently, the stars shone brightly in the gray mist, and a radiant humanoid figure with twelve pairs of angel wings gently enveloped Roholid's dim body. The madness and pollution accumulated over the years faded away, and scarlet pupils appeared.
The long-lost Qingming Festival.
“Praise the great ‘God of Mysteries’!”
Loholid, who had regained the favor of the Lord, excitedly praised his faith in Elvish. The "Secret" above the gray mist glanced at him lightly, and then cut off contact with him without hesitation.
............
I don't know what will happen to the giant dragon in the end. Klein was actually a little excited when he saw the dragon "in person" for the first time. He even walked a little faster now.
It's a pity. If I had known that I would have a dragon believer when I was in high school, I would have been more excited than I am now... As his thoughts were swirling, the corners of Klein's mouth curled up more and more, and he looked like he was waiting for him on the side of the road.
Old Kohler couldn't help but be startled and felt a little confused.
Why does the good gentleman become so happy when he goes to the toilet?
However, these are all gentlemen's privacy. In the past working life, Kohler has firmly remembered that he should only do his job well and never ask questions. He quickly put this idea behind him and greeted him enthusiastically.
"Sir, are you still going to the place where I used to live?"
"Go, of course." Klein, who was in a good mood, nodded slightly.
Before hearing the little "Sun" cry for help, Klein had talked to the elder Kohler about his past life and wanted to see the most real living space of the workers in the East End.
In dense residential areas, it should be easier to find clues to missing persons.
Backlund's largest "source of goods" for human smuggling is the brick-and-mortar district in the East District where working-class families who are not so short of money live.
It used to be the unfinished part of the North District and Backlund District expansion plans. Later, the housing construction company responsible for the project went bankrupt, and the unfinished buildings on the company's accounts were confiscated and auctioned. Finally, after several floors, it became the best building in the East District.
residential area of houses.
After passing through several streets, they came to a light yellow three-story building. Surrounded by apartment-style houses, there were many vendors, most of whom were individual craftsmen, mostly watch repairmen.
"Actually, this is not where I used to live," Kohler, who had a look of envy in his eyes, suddenly became squeamish when speaking, "I used to live somewhere further away. Even when I made the most money,
I can’t afford to live here.”
As he spoke, his withered finger pointed to a small brick-red building in the distance with no exterior paint. It was still an unfinished building, but the doors and windows had been installed and people were living in it.
Looking in the direction he pointed, Klein's expression fluctuated slightly because the layout here was similar to the neighborhood where he once lived in Tingen. He shook his head slightly and spoke in a complicated tone.
“Didn’t anyone deal with that property in the end?”
I don't know if she misunderstood what he meant. Kohler, with obvious nostalgia in his eyes, shook his head hastily, and his words of explanation sounded a bit hesitant.
"Of course not, sir."
"Because the house there was too remote, the company bosses really didn't want to deal with it, so it ended up in the hands of the Whirlpool Party I told you just now. They organized the decoration and rent collection."
The decoration he said was just adding a few wooden windows and door frames to each floor, but what he got in exchange was that after a dog peed on the ownerless land, he somehow got the ownership out of thin air, and he could calmly collect it from the workers who needed housing.
rent.
"So, this house sold by a serious company is more standard than the one you lived in before?" Klein, who really couldn't think of how to continue asking on the topic just now, changed the topic and followed the vague thoughts in his mind.
The memory of walking towards the only shop that was open and the owner was there.
In the memory of Klein Moretti, when he was a child, he would often go to similar stores to see if he could pick up some small "toys".
Kohler, who retracted his finger, hurriedly followed up and explained the problem just now.
"In fact, there are not too many regulations. The Philip Party has always regarded itself as the real police in the areas they rule. It pays more attention to rules. The rent collection of houses is also based on the methods of outside companies."
While they were talking, they had already approached the shop, which had two side-by-side windows and was used as a street front.
Seeing that the shop owner behind the facade was still sleeping soundly, Klein turned his head and glanced at Kohler beside him, who quickly explained:
"They usually go to collective factories to work night shifts at night and catch up on their sleep during the day."
"You have your own shop and you still need to go to a factory?" As soon as he asked this question, Klein suddenly felt a little stupid.
Fortunately, Kohler, a semi-experienced worker, seemed to be used to the good gentleman's "naive" ideas and just lowered his voice.
"People here usually repair things themselves if something breaks at home. No one will find a specialized craftsman."
Moreover, the "big clients" outside would not look for such amateur craftsmen in the East District... Klein himself completed what Kohler left unfinished in his mind, and gave up the intention of disturbing this gentleman's rest. He was originally going to knock on the door
The fingers on the window frame were retracted.
"let's go......"
Just when he was about to leave, Klein was suddenly attracted by the "poster" written in huge, crooked letters on the craftsman's desk. The names were arranged in a row on it, and some of them were crossed out.
Some are highlighted in red.
"What do these mean?" He looked at his guide.
It's a pity that Kohler, who is extremely familiar with the East District, did not give his answer this time.
He shook his head blankly and opened his mouth again and again.
Klein, who frowned slightly, thought for a while, took out a few coins from his pocket, and then gently knocked on the window frame of the store in front of him.
Boom, boom, boom.
There was a muffled snort with a twitching sound in the nose, and the craftsman, whose face was pressed with red marks by the arms used as pillows, raised his head and looked sleepily at the two men blocking the door of his shop.
"What do you need to fix?"
Although his mind was not yet fully awake, he quickly checked the time to make sure that he had not slept, and then he cheered up.
"I don't want to fix anything, I just want to ask a question, for a fee of course."
Listening to the answer from the gentleman in a double-breasted coat on the right, the craftsman frowned at first, then slowly calmed down, rubbed his eyes, and agreed immediately.
"No problem, as long as I know, I will definitely tell you."
He had already seen a few coins on the table, which amounted to almost half a sole.
"What does this list mean?" Klein's index finger pointed at the half-meter-long "poster" that was used as a tablecloth by the craftsmen, and he got straight to the point.
The craftsman who was still yawning was obviously a little surprised by this question, but for the sake of money, he still told everything he knew.
"This is a list made by the previous residents of this area. It contains all the people they have recently disappeared. Every shop here will have one."
Missing?
Klein's spirit instantly became tense, but under the control of the "Joker" ability, his expression remained as usual, and he still looked like he didn't care much.
"Are these the recently missing?"
"Yes, many people here can't write, and they have to go to work during the day and night, so they can't spare the time to look for it. In the end, they can only write it on a piece of paper like this and give it to everyone who usually sets up a stall, hoping to buy something.
One can know something."
As he spoke, the stubbled craftsman touched his eyes, took a breath and said:
"We are all human beings. It is not difficult to hang a piece of paper. If the child can really be found, then I will be happy too."
After hearing this, Klein noticed that there was a small mark under each name, and no number exceeded twenty.