"So, it was that being who reshaped my heart after my death and also dealt with the evil god's pollution?" Dunn's deep gray eyes were lowered, and his eyelashes were shadowy in front, making it difficult to see the emotions behind them.
At Edmund's suggestion, the two of them had left the cemetery, which was not suitable for conversation, and moved to a restaurant in Tingen City with a relatively good reputation.
Admiring the hazy glow cast by the flames of the candles on the table on the red wine bottle, Edmund swallowed the fruit in his mouth reservedly and wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin before answering Dunn's question.
"Shouldn't you just honor the "God of Mysteries" and call this great god who gave you a second life your Lord?"
"I am the guardian of the goddess. I swore on the first day I joined the Nighthawks that I would always maintain my devotion to the goddess." Dunn's face was full of seriousness, and he bravely looked directly at the man of faith in front of him.
Different angels, "This is not only a promise made by me alone, but also a promise made by me to my companions."
when.
Edmund, who showed no emotion on his face, raised the red wine that had been awake for a while and drank it in one gulp without following the rules. It seemed that because he remembered something, the corners of his mouth kept rising and he smiled.
This action made Dunn, who had just made "blasphemous" remarks in front of a god's angel, a little panicked.
Although his belief in the goddess gave him great courage, even in the spiritual world, his fallen comrades stood behind him.
But for Dunn, who has already died once, he will not really get rid of the fear of death because of this. He knows very well what an angel means, and he also knows better that if he loses this hard-won second life, he will not be able to get rid of the fear of death.
Will pass her by for the second time.
"Don't be afraid. Many of my lord's loved ones did not maintain faith in our lord at the beginning." It seemed that he had satisfied his need for the verbal desire in human nature. Edmund was in a good mood and played happily.
"Our Lord has always convinced believers with his love and power, and this is not a very serious problem."
"One day in the future, no matter what the reason is, you will always worship our Lord from the bottom of your heart and realize His greatness."
"For example, you will find that if you want to take revenge on the murderer who secretly led the tragedy in Tingen City, then reciting the name of our Lord is your best way."
The murderer who created the conspiracy... Dunn, who had been silent on the other side of the dining table, holding back his hunger without touching anything on the table, was suddenly reminded of what he cared about most.
"Is it the defected archbishop, Ince Zangwill?"
"Yes, and the 0-08 in his hand." Edmund nodded without hesitation, then turned his left hand that had been idle, and a deep purple haze emerged from the palm of his hand, "He has obtained Celine.
Na’s ashes should have been promoted to Sequence Four.”
The deep purple haze was gradually filled, and along with Edmund Jason's low words, it gradually solidified into a miniature silver book.
Lifted by the invisible breeze, the miniature silver book slowly slid towards Dunn.
What is this? Looking at the strange book that suddenly appeared in front of him, Dunn glanced at the angel opposite who had been somewhat cynical since the meeting, wanting to know what was recorded in it.
Edmund was unmoved and did not make any answer. He just looked at Dunn silently and tapped his fingers unconsciously on the dining table covered with luxurious tablecloth.
"An angel would not use this method to torture me. He does not need to resurrect me and then kill me." Dunn thought for no reason about a bad vulgar novel that Klein and Leonard had criticized before, Calmly
I opened the miniature book made of sterling silver.
"Nightwatch, the main ingredient for potions..."
"Correspondence ritual: Under the blessing of a high-sequence remains that corresponds to its own sequence, try to accommodate an absolute darkness..."
For a moment, the only sound left in the sealed restaurant box was the sound of Dunn turning the metal pages of the book, and even the breathing of the two people could be heard clearly.
"Is this the potion formula and corresponding ritual for sequence four of the 'Sleepless One' pathway?" Dunn closed the metal book and gently pushed it back in Edmund's direction.
The angel did not refute. Although his hands did not make any move, a cluster of black illusory flames suddenly rose on the silver-white book, expanded and burned, and returned to nothingness along with the entire book, leaving no trace on the supple tablecloth.
trace.
"That's right, the real formula of 'Night Watch'. If you want to take revenge on a demigod, then you must at least become a demigod. The gap between Sequence Five and Saint is huge. There are very few Sequence Five
It can kill demigods, even if powerful sealed objects are used."
"This is the "God of Mystery", um, the gift of existence?" Dunn looked at the place where the silver-white book disappeared just now, his voice a little ethereal.
"If you really don't know how to call me, you can also call my Lord Mr. Fool, which may be more acceptable."
To be honest, Edmund didn't understand why the Lord proposed to change his title when he was preaching during his most recent meeting with him and Roman, choosing the sequence zero of "divineer" and "the fool" as his nickname.
Perhaps it is to seize this perfect opportunity to return to the throne of God?
This is also what the "Mother of Secrets" and the Great Creator is looking forward to... Edmund immediately changed his tone, and there was a trace of laziness in his voice.
"This is not a gift, it just shows you the possibility of revenge. However, if you can really be promoted to a 'Requiem Master' and a 'Spirit Witch', I can also provide you with this formula for free."
Promotion... Dunn, who was poked deep in his heart, suddenly recalled the conversation he had with Klein before he fought against Megaos.
"Maybe I can no longer be promoted normally." After thinking about it for a while, Dunn finally expressed his helplessness.
Edmund, who was wearing a gorgeous formal suit, did not ask for the reason. His eyes only became darker, and his dark blue eyeballs were stained with a hint of purple, becoming cold and ruthless.
With the blessing of the "Peeping Eye", Edmund was like a precise instrument, working with the particles of light that were constantly reorganizing in his mind, and quickly analyzed and deduced Dunn's concerns.
"Why do you want to swallow so many characteristics of the 'Sleepless One' and the 'Midnight Poet'? The top leaders of the Church of the Night will not let you swallow so many characteristics. This is a waste for them."
Dunn, who saw the secret at a glance, took a deep breath, and then slowly let it out, his tone was a little heavy.
"These are the legacy of my teammates, their shadows left in this world. The church's senior leaders have tacitly approved of my actions."
"Do you want to use the spiritual legacy of the extraordinary characteristics to commemorate the deceased?" After a few seconds of silence, Edmund's tone was a little flat, and the weight of time was hidden in his magnetic voice.
"To be honest, if your approach is not considered heretical by the Church of the Night, it is considered the progress of the times. This approach is more similar to the teachings of the Church of Death."
"Chapter 7, Section 3 of "Apocalypse of the Night". Any redress of memories is in vain. The living are still walking in the world and the dead have ended their journey. We miss them as much as we love ourselves. Peace is everything.
The destination.”
"Be pious. Their departure is just a gentle walk into the good night when they came. Let us peacefully wish that all their traces are as peaceful as the darkness."
"Isn't your behavior of swallowing potions in order to preserve their spiritual remnants exactly contrary to the words in this holy scripture?"
Dunn, who was a little nervous when Edmund understood his inner thoughts, suddenly became numb.
The verse that Edmund Jason just recited was a theory put forward by an archbishop of the Goddess Church at the end of the Fourth Age. It was written in the hope of promoting the resurrection of dead souls and promoting cremation and requiem ceremonies.
The content of the holy book is a relatively unpopular part now that Requiem has become popular.
Is this really an angel of an unknown god? Why does he understand the contents of the holy book so well, and why is his tone so similar to that of the archbishop of the church... Dunn was stunned in place, reflecting for a long time before looking for
Returned to his own thoughts.
"If they are digested according to the 'playing method', their mental imprint will be erased, right?"
Looking at Dunn's frown, Edmund answered without any hesitation:
"Of course, the residual mental essence of your companions is also a kind of pollution. You don't want to have a schizophrenia, right?"
Dunn, who received a positive answer, did not respond. He closed his eyes in pain and covered his face with his hands to block the exposure of his emotions.
This experienced and extremely mature Nighthawk captain also has his own softness and immaturity in his heart. He cannot truly abandon his comrades who have fought alongside him, even after discovering a way to quickly keep up with Dai Li.
At that time, he was only excited for a moment, and then fell into hesitation and hesitation again.
If I really successfully digested the potion and was promoted smoothly, then where will my companions who were still "living" in my mind go? Will I also have to leave Tingen, who I have always guarded and lived with?
He couldn't be any more selfish.
Seemingly seeing through his entanglement, Edmund did not force him. He just cleared away the tableware, stood up straight, and motioned for Dunn to follow him and leave.
"You don't need to make a judgment so quickly. I will prepare a fake identity that is real enough for you and provide you with props to hide yourself. You can take this opportunity to settle down first and track down the people involved in Tingen.
Langvus and Ince Zangwill, who are responsible for the incident, will complete the first step of revenge."
"I think in this process, you will discover what you really need and make a reasonable decision."
"Being a favored one is both a blessing and a curse, but if you don't want to be promoted, no one can force you. The most they can do is take back the life you have been given."
"Believe me, the living is far more precious than the dead."
The slightly pale hand clenched and released, Dunn sighed silently, and followed Edmund's pace.
"Your Highness, where are we going now?"
"Backlund."
............
"Backlund..."
Having already reached the street next to the cemetery, Klein, who was examining the map in front of the steam locomotive booth, moved his lips slightly and softly read out his destination.
Before he left the gray mist, he had already divined the locations of Ince Zangwill and Lanrevus, and also divined places that would provide opportunities to become stronger.
"The Capital of Ten Thousand Capitals" Backlund, the place in the world that can best be called the Iron Jungle, is a symbol of civilization.
"But how on earth are we going to get in touch with Lanerwus who is hiding in the dark, and the even more dangerous Ince Zangwill?" He touched his empty pocket, sighed, and moved his eyes away from the map and the ticket gate.
He turned around silently and walked out of the train station.
Because he had just crawled out of the grave, Klein, who was penniless, could only wait until the next day to withdraw his deposits from the bearer account.
The reason why he did not seek help from the "Secret", who also claimed to be Zhou Mingrui, was not only because he was afraid that the other party would mislead him and set a trap for him unknowingly.
After all, judging from the fact that he can indeed influence the gray mist, he may be the clone of human nature as he calls it, or he may be a "traveler" with the same identity as him, someone who unintentionally obtained something different that could threaten his status while he was sleeping.
determining factors.
"Now it seems like the former. I have obviously prayed to the goddess several times, but it seems that I have not received a response..." Klein walked alone through the relatively spacious street because it was located on the outskirts of the city.
There are very few pedestrians and carriages here, let alone late at night.
The quiet darkness and cold wind all around made Klein mistakenly believe that he had entered another world, a cold world where he was alone and isolated from others.
He followed the dim street lights on both sides of the road and walked all the way from the deserted train station to Zotland Street where a few lights were on, and then to the completely silent Daffodil Street.
Klein's hand hung on the door lock of a house. He expertly put his hand into his pocket, but found that he had forgotten the key and almost knocked on the wooden door.
"What am I doing..." Klein looked at the familiar nameplate on the door and smiled bitterly, "I will definitely scare Benson and Melissa if I knock on the door now..."
He seemed to have seen the scene where Melissa panicked, but still hugged him tightly, while Benson opened his mouth to convince himself.
After a few moments of hesitation, Klein finally felt uneasy. He could not forget what he saw in the gray fog. His brother and sister were crying secretly at night, tossing and turning, as haggard as soulless corpses.
With the help of the "Joker"'s ability, he climbed up the eaves of the house several times and stuck himself outside the window on the second floor.
Klein listened silently to the silence in the room. Through his spiritual vision, he saw clearly the two spirits whose colors were abnormal and whose condition was almost on the verge of illness.
His brows furrowed and then relaxed, his chin was buried in his collar, and finally he swallowed the honorific name that slipped from his lips back into his stomach, and let go and fell on the lawn in front of the house.
The thin "Joker" limped away from the house shrouded in sadness behind him.
He didn't dare to look back, didn't dare to explore how heavy that strong color was, he could only keep the guilt in his throat and repent over and over again.