Leaving the temporary settlement set up on the edge of the East District, the old Kohler who lingered in front of Klein was still groggy and even weaker.
Although the Church of Steam treated all the refugees that could be accommodated in time, the demigod-level plague still caused irreversible damage to their bodies, which cannot be completely eradicated by mass-produced potions produced using ritual magic.
Yin En chose to stay in Backlund... Also, it is impossible for me to take him to the sea. Before I can truly become a demigod, I can't even fully guarantee my own safety. I want to use "secret" The forces also have this consideration.
Klein slowly turned into the alley, and when he came out, he had grown taller and transformed into a gentleman with black hair and blue eyes.
I remember that Mr. Azik must have... that map appeared in his mind. Klein opened his eyes, a little stunned.
Destiny is indeed a wonderful connection. Mr. Azik actually chose the apartment run by Mr. Agron.
The statement given by the royal family is that Prince Edsac had an unfortunate connection with a cult, which led to the tragedy. I wonder if Mr. Aigron, who was once promoted by the prince, will be affected by this incident...
On the first floor of the former apartment, the middle-aged gentleman with a straight back at the front desk was nowhere to be seen. He was replaced by an unremarkable gentleman who was counting his key rings in boredom.
Klein did not disturb this gentleman who was most likely an extraordinary person. He used the illusion to cover his way up to the second floor. After a moment of identification, he knocked on a door on the left side of the corridor.
Squeak.
The door in front of him opened automatically, revealing a desk with soft light swaying.
"Klaine?"
Azik put down the pen in his hand, looked back, carefully looked at the strange visitor up and down several times, and then smiled after making sure that he came back intact and without any injuries.
"It seems that the angel didn't give you any trouble."
A feeling of warmth surged into his heart, and with a touch of his palm on his face, Klein returned to his original appearance and stood next to the desk.
The undead walking in the house gently closed the door and slid all the way to the kitchen. After a while, there was the sound of coffee cups colliding with water.
"I went to Honakis Mountain, and it took me a while to get back from there." Klein stood beside the teacher a little cautiously, glancing down imperceptibly, looking at the letter with some curiosity. What was written.
"Coming back a few days late just avoids the period when the official nerves are most tense, saving a lot of trouble."
Azik glanced at his unfinished letter and suddenly laughed.
"Speaking of which, you may not believe that there is a royal family behind this smog. This reminds me of some not-so-good memories."
As he spoke, the "Death Archon", who was actually very old, tightened his smile, couldn't help but sigh, and his eyes were cold.
"Ince Zangwill was also involved in this matter. It's a pity that we didn't have the chance to meet him."
"Perhaps, we still have a chance." Klein thought for a moment and couldn't help but comfort the teacher.
"After the great smog, the church will definitely put pressure on the royal family. On the way back, I saw the "Backlund Post" report on the new policy. At least it has begun in secular politics. The demigods of the church are absolutely in control. With more details, we will definitely be able to detect abnormalities after the incident, which will force the royal family to cut off from most of its existing allies."
"If this is the case, a demigod like Ince Zangwill who is wanted by the church and currently has no support will definitely be forced to leave Loen's sphere of influence. Even if he uses 0-08 to cover his whereabouts, he will definitely
Leave some traces behind, this may be our opportunity."
The more Klein spoke, the more confident he became. It wasn't until he saw a strange look in Azik's eyes that he stopped to analyze.
"Mr. Azik, what's the problem?"
"No." Azik replied calmly, but the weirdness in his eyes became even worse, "But Klein, have you changed a bit? I can feel that you are not as happy as you show now, and you seem to have been
Now that you know the secret actions of the royal family, you are not surprised."
Klein's shoulders slowly slumped, taking off the "mask" covering his heart, revealing a dullness that was hard to shake off.
As expected of Mr. Azik.
"I just suddenly realized that I might never have the chance to go home again."
Tolerating the deep sadness in his words, Azik's eyes were also a little dark, but he soon calmed down and said in a gentle voice:
"But your brothers and sisters are still living a good life. You protected them with your life, isn't it just so that they can continue to live a mediocre, maybe a little poor, but still very precious daily life?"
Klein looked at the light in Azik's eyes, and he knew very well that Mr. Azik didn't understand where the home he was referring to was.
As an angel who has witnessed the death and rebirth of students, who is vaguely aware of Klein's relationship with the "secret", and who has lived a long life, it is of course impossible for him not to know the things that really hurt Klein. He just...
...
It just pointed out the direction of Klein's current home.
In addition to what has passed away, he still has a place to go back to, although it is only a small candlelight, which is difficult to compare with the glory in memory.
"I am a person who has lived for a long time." Azik stared at the candlelight on the table and silently recalled, "I have experienced the process of getting lost many times. Once I got lost, I never returned home."
"Just like the old castle you see, it was my first life, the home of my wife and I, but after I was forced to start my second life, it became a place that only I will remember in my old age.
It’s bright and memorable, but even if I go back, I can’t find the feeling of home again.”
"Sometimes our definition of home is very strange. It can be a house, a piece of land, or a group of people, but it is always a place where we can take off our thick defenses and relax."
Azik didn't know what he recalled, his expression suddenly blurred, and his bronze facial features became softer.
But this softness didn't last long, Azik blinked, and reason became the majority again.
"What are your plans for the future?"
This sudden turn of events suddenly brought Klein back to reality from his sadness, and he quickly replied:
"I plan to go to the sea, digest the potion, and look for mermaids at the same time. This is a requirement for my promotion ceremony."
"I will continue to track Ince Zangwill," Azik nodded silently and rubbed his chin with his fingers. "If you have any questions, please contact him via messenger."
Messenger... A hint of embarrassment flashed across Klein's face, he looked at Mr. Azik eagerly and pointed to his pocket.
Azik looked at the pointed position, suddenly realized, and couldn't help laughing:
"I forgot."
He took out the copper whistle that he had withdrawn earlier from his pocket. Halfway through, he thought about it, put it back into his pocket, and handed the newly taken out gloves and the copper whistle to Klein.
"Thank you for the knowledge recorded on your blasphemous card. It helped me awaken a lot of memories, so I no longer need this glove. Haha, it is the relic of that pirate general. I made some seals so that you don't need to
Satisfy it every day with the flesh and soul of a human being, just feed it after use.”
Creeping hunger! A relic from a certain "shepherd"?
Klein touched the cold human skin in his hand with some confusion, and opened and closed his mouth.
This is a powerful sealed item that allows Qilingos to join the Marine General at Sequence Six!
"Creeping hunger" coupled with "the desire to lurk" - that is, that cane, I can almost fight against some sequence five, which is enough to deal with most dangers at sea.
"But, Mr. Azik, this is too expensive..."
Klein wanted to hand the item back, but Azik stopped him. "It can no longer play any role if it is left here with me."
Azik was not surprised, but smiled happily.
"Actually, I'm still confused about how to get rid of the confusion after losing again and again. I hope I can find the answer to this answer from you, so think of it as my reward paid in advance, how about it?"
Klein froze on the spot and stood blankly for a while. He had no choice but to put away the copper whistle and put the "Creeping Hunger" on his left hand.
"Mr. Azik, you should know that I am not actually your first student."
Azik's expression remained the same, with a warm smile on his lips.
"But aren't you Crane Moretti?"
...
Runn, Pulitzer Harbour.
On the passenger ship "North Wind" that was about to leave the port, Bernadette, who was leaning on the wall window of the luxurious private room, looked at the busy crowds of people the size of ants on the pier in the distance, and suddenly said to the air beside her:
"Surt has replied and will arrive in Bansi in five days."
Waves of water suddenly passed in front of the honey-colored wall, and an unreal red-haired figure leaned against the wall, moving lazily.
"Not bad, pretty much what I expected."
Bernadette glanced at the handsome young man next to her, with a red flag mark on his forehead and an expression of shame, and turned his head away.
"You look much better."
Before the young man could say anything, Bernadette blocked her mouth first.
"After helping you obtain Surt's 'War Bishop' characteristic, half of our deal has been completed. I hope you still remember your promise."
Seeing the awkward look on the "little girl's" face in front of her, Medici snorted, ignoring Bernadette's shocked and angry eyes, and stroked her long chestnut hair.
"Tsk, tsk, are you so insecure without the support of adults?"
"Let me give you an idea, little one, if you pray to my Lord now and submit to my Lord, I think the Lord will be happy to help you find your father's tomb, and maybe you can find a few pieces of her bones and resurrect her like that.
more convenient."
Seeing the anger in the eyes of the long-haired owner being stroked by him gradually accumulating until he couldn't bear it any longer, Medici, who was satisfied with stroking his hair, suddenly laughed and decisively let go of his hand, and displayed the "Conqueror" at a speed that was absolutely in line with the power of the King of Angels.
"Level tactical retreat.
"winter!"
The cabin of the "Beifeng" exploded for no reason. Although there was no serious problem after inspection, the captain, who still couldn't figure out what went wrong when he fell to the ground, said that for the safety of the passengers, he would postpone the trip and consider setting off after a day of repairs.
...
Inside the Brave Bar.
In front of the long billiard table, Klein and Maric stared at each other. After two minutes of long stalemate, Maric, who was sitting in the back, finally couldn't help but wiped his eyes.
"So you're going to sea?"
There were so many things he wanted to say, but when he saw the "squirming hunger" in Klein's hand and the cane leaning against the seat, which was more expensive than himself and all his property combined, all the drafts Maric had prepared in advance came to an end.
It's useless.
To be honest, when he first learned that Sharon might be forced to become a "devil" and become infected with the evil god that Klein believed in, he wanted to twist the detective's head off for a moment.
But looking at it now, he sadly found that he might not be able to defeat the weak "divineer".
The air was distorted for a while. Klein looked at the familiar complex black, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth unconsciously.
"Yes, I need to keep acting and moving up."
Maric looked at his friend who appeared next to him, and then at the "divineer" whose expression slowly softened. His cheeks couldn't stop twitching, and he stood up silently and walked out of the billiards room.
He felt that he shouldn't be here.
Sharon, whose figure was illusive, glanced at the door and spoke in an ethereal voice.
"That person said you have a new mission."
Klein nodded slightly, and the fingers of his intertwined hands were stirring.
“The promotion ceremony of ‘Soothsayer’ Sequence Five requires a mermaid, and the sea environment is more suitable for the role of ‘Faceless Man’.”
After saying that, Klein fell into shameful silence.
For some reason, he would always fall into an inexplicable passivity in front of Miss Sharon. This "Wraith Spirit" lady with a face as delicate as a doll and a temperament closer to that of a doll is like a mirror, one side can shine out.
Well, it is a mirror of my innermost thoughts.
Even in the earth period, dolls played a role in occultism in accommodating and reflecting souls. Perhaps this is also a secret occult connection, one that is weak but unbreakable?
Klein shook his head slightly to get rid of the random thoughts in his mind, and then changed the topic:
"By the way, do you know where I can create a fake identity?"
"No problem." Sharon's answer was still simple.
Her clear light blue eyes examined Klein and she softly uttered a few words.
"Type, background, name."
The type is of course an adventurer who hopes to go to sea to find treasures. The background is forged from near Jianhai. I am more familiar with the environment near Jianhai than other places. As for the name...
Klein suddenly thought of Sharon's confused questions when they left last time, and his movements suddenly froze.
impossible?
While he complained about his hindsight, he couldn't believe his guess, and glanced at Sharon in the air with a slight flinch.
Maybe I'm just overthinking it... Klein tried to comfort himself, but then he thought of the captain's excellent example and the uneven future ahead of him, and smiled helplessly.
"My name is Crane Moretti."
Sensing the confusion in Sharon's eyes, he deliberately emphasized:
"This is my real name."
"As for the new identity..." During the conversation, the detective's hair suddenly darkened and was combed diagonally. His light blue eyes turned into dark brown at some point, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes quickly faded, and the lines of his facial features became much harder.
The cheeks become thinner and more angular.
Klein took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from his pocket and put them on. Taking advantage of the opportunity to fit the character, he suppressed the emotion in his eyes and nodded rather coldly.