Lord of the Mysteries Chapter 250: End point (Third more thanks to seals and thank you all)

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Disu County, Conant City, 67 Red Parasol Street.

Klein pressed the more common face of Zhang Ruen Kingdom, and took a step forward to ring the doorbell.

In less than a minute, the door opened with a squeak, and a maid wearing a black and white dress looked at the probe for a few seconds, and wondered and asked:

"Good evening, which one are you looking for?"

"I am looking for Mrs. Nilly, I am a friend of her father David Raymond." Klein replied calmly.

David Raymond is the Nightmare he released from Hunger's Squirming. It is the Red Gloves in "Night Watcher". The last thing he missed most was his daughter Nilly. Raymond. At the same time, he was almost guilty of losing his father. Klein promised him at that time that if he had the opportunity, he would come to this beautiful coastal city to help him see how his daughter was doing.

After a prior inquiry, Klein has initially grasped the general situation of Nilly. Raymond. After graduating from the grammar school, the girl entered the Goddess of the Night church's "Caring Women and Children Foundation" work, and her weekly salary reached 2 pounds 10shilling, Is the envy of neighbors.

She also inherited a legacy from her "merchant" father. How much is specific, others are not very clear, only know that she is richer than most middle class.

Normally speaking, this kind of girl with enough wealth will be very cautious about marriage, and will repeatedly choose and investigate, so that she often gets married late, but Nilly married a government employee after only one year of work.

Because both believe in "Goddess of the Night", she does not have a surname of her husband, she is still called Nilly. Raymond, she still lives in 67 Red Parasol Street and has never moved.

After hearing Klein's's answer, the maid asked him to wait a moment, and turned to the living room to report.

It did n’t take long for a lady in a home dress to walk to the door. She has black hair and blue eyes, and her cheeks are thin and long. The facial features are not bad, which is similar to David Raymond.

"Good evening, sir, I am David Raymond's daughter Nilly, when did you know my father?" Nilly. Raymond asked politely but precautionarily.

Klein took off his hat and smiled:

"I have known each other at sea for several years."

Nilly. Raymond glanced across the opposite side slightly alertly:

"Maybe you do n’t know yet, he has passed away."

Klein sighed:

"I know that he and I met in that disaster, he said something at the time, I didn't care much, but in the past few years, the more I think, the more I think I should let you know."

"Really?" Nilly whispered, thinking for a while, "Please come in, do you mind my husband listening together?"

"This is only related to your decision." Klein responded calmly.

Nilly nodded, led Klein all the way into the study. Her husband, a government employee of ordinary appearance and grace, put down the newspaper and followed.

After the two parties sat down, the couple on the sofa opposite Klein looks at, considered for a bit and said:

"Mr. David Raymond once experienced a disaster and lost his father, mother, wife, brother and sister."

Nilly nodded with no expression:

"I know."

Klein thought about it and continued to say:

"He appears to be a businessman, but he is actually hunting down the murderers who caused that disaster."

"I know." Nilly said unresponsively.

Klein glanced at her and said down:

"He devoted his whole body to this matter. Unfortunately, he failed to accompany you to grow up so that when you lost your mother, you almost lost your father."

Nilly was silent for a second, and spoke very quickly:

"I know!"

Klein's glanced at the old books around, and sighed silently:

"He said that his greatest hope is to see you, under the witness of Goddess, have your own marriage and family, and you are no longer alone. I think he should be very happy now."

Nilly ’s eyes slowly moved away from Klein ’s face, his mouth opened, and he stopped for two seconds before answering:

"... I know."

Klein leans forward slightly, hands clasped hands:

"He said that he might die at sea. Let me tell you that he died because of an accident. All the murderers have been punished before. You do n’t need to hate anyone again.

"He also said that he loves you very much, he is sorry."

Nilly blinked silently for a few seconds, blinked, looked sideways, sighed unidentified emotion:

"I got it ..."

Klein gave her a deep look and slowly got up:

"I have finished communicating, and I should leave."

The opposite response was silence, and Nilly ’s husband nodded gently, thanking him.

Klein turned around and walked to the entrance of the study. He just twisted the handle, and suddenly Nilly came from behind. Raymond became low and hoarse:

"You, who do you think he is?"

Klein was silent for a second, turned around, raised the corner of his mouth, smiled and said:

"One Guardian."

He stopped staying and opened the study door and walked to the coat rack.

When he put on top hat and left 67 Red Parasol Street, a thin, hard-pressed cry suddenly burst into his ears.

Silently shaking his head, Klein left the block and entered a Goddess of the Night church.

Through the deep, peaceful aisle, he sat in the seventh-to-last row, facing the deep black sacred emblem with half of scarlet moon and bright stars, took off top hat, buried his head, his hands clasped against his mouth Formerly, like most believers here.

In the silent silence and tranquility, time passed quickly. Klein slowly opened his eyes and stood up very gently.

In the position where he was sitting, legacy was a mass of paper.

Klein walked down the aisle and walked out of the prayer hall to the door of the church.

He turned his back to his back, put on top hat, raised his right hand, and snapped his fingers.

Pap!

The paper in his previous position was suddenly ignited, attracting the priest ’s attention. When the gentleman rushed over, the flames had been extinguished, leaving a dark, dark, gem-like colloid.

"This is ..." Although the pastor did not know exactly what the colloidal mass was, spiritual sense told him that it was very important!

When he and other priests chased outside the church, the gentleman in the dovetail dress and half-height top hat was gone.

The next morning.

Klein, who gained a new identity through the local black market, came to the steam train station.

He held a second-class seat ticket worth 18shilling and his identity document in one hand, and he stood on the platform with a black leather suitcase in one hand, waiting for the train to Beckland to arrive.

Now, he looks like a middle-aged man in his forties. He is in his early 180s. His black hair is mixed with a little silver wire. His blue eyes are as dark as the lake at night. His facial features are quite attractive. .

Looking down at the identification document in your hand, Klein pupils reflects your current name:

"Dawn Dantes."

Thinking for a while, he put the suitcase on the ground, opened it upside down, and stuffed all his identification documents.

In this suitcase, there is a small black wooden box containing the ashes of the former Ruen soldier Ronzel Edward.

The Klein just sorted out the boxes, and there was a whine sound near his ears. A steam train was spraying thin smoke, and kuāng dāng drove into the platform, and stopped quickly.

He raised his head, turned his eyes to the front, looked at him silently, and whispered into the suitcase:

"It's time to go back ..."

He immediately stood upright, carried his item, and walked towards the opened door of the car step by step.

…………

Beckland, Chowod District, 26 King Street.

Benson took off his hat, took off his coat, and handed them over to the maid, looking at her sister Melissa in the living room reading attentively:

"June is the entrance exam, you can finally feel the pain of my serious study before."

Melissa did not look up, still reading books:

"I study hard every day."

"Humorous point, Melissa, humorous point, what is the difference between a person who does not understand humor and hairy baboon?" Benson said with a smile.

Melissa glanced at him casually:

"You didn't say that before."

Instead of tangling the difference between people and hairy baboon, she asked instead:

"Is the government employee finishing work so late?"

"No, just recently there are many things, you know, oh, you do n’t know, in this big change, the handover of the front and back work, the smoothing of the different relationships, are very troublesome." Benson glanced across the living room Inside the mirror, I could n’t help raising my hands to take care of my hair, and my expression was not too pleasant to say, “Although I ’m just a small employee of the Ministry of Finance, this does not prevent me from having a lot of work, the only thing that comforts me Yes, I finally passed the **** internship period, and I will have a weekly salary of 3 pounds! "

Melissa put down the book and said to Benson while walking towards the restaurant:

"It's time for dinner."

paused, said very seriously:

"I read the newspaper before and said that there is something called Doningsman tree sap, which is very effective for hair growth."

Benson's expression becomes complicated.

…………

Wū !

In the whistle, the long steam train kuāng dāng kuāng dāng entered Beckland.

With Klein carrying the suitcase, he once again set foot on the land of "Capital of Myriad Capitals" and "Land of Hope", and found that the fog was much thinner than before, and there was no more obvious yellowish color. Light up to dispel gloom and darkness.

Looking around, Klein left the steam train station, changed to the subway and the carriage, and went directly to a Church of the Storms cemetery outside western district.

He then spent a small amount of money and placed the Ronzel Edward ashes box in a cabinet.

At this time, it has been more than 165 years since the Ruen soldier left Beckland.

Take a step back and stare deeply for a while. Klein shakes the paper into iron and inscribes on the cabinet door:

"Ronzel Edward."

He closed his eyes and wrote again:

"Every trip has an end."

(End of Part Three)

PS: Thirdly, I would like to thank the seals to the Silver League to thank you all for writing the summary of the volume tomorrow.