Chapter 130 Small Town Drama

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The goddess of the night really has a big problem with me.

Edward thought expressionlessly, almost as big as the Eternal Sun. is it necessary? Just because I killed one of His Sequence 7 favored ones? And I am the one favored by foreign gods?

Well, it’s also because Klein seems to be one of the candidates for the heir to the Origin Castle and the Lord of Mysteries. It’s really a pity to be killed by me. Ha, it seems that the goddess of the night has finally found the candidate she needs, and wants to cultivate a mysterious candidate who will be on her side.

Backlund will no longer be able to live there, which is really troublesome, thanks to the fact that I have done so many identity certificates and have been safe and sound for so many years.

The hidden town seems to be near the Sea of ​​War of Gods. I would like to go out and move directly to the sea or the southern continent to live for a while.

However, I was indeed underestimating my enemy by not leaving Backlund as soon as possible. If I had left early, I would not have fallen into this passive situation. Of course, being in a passive situation is also a good thing. The goddess of the night can hit me or kill me, and I will have a chance to escape if it comes. If He does nothing, I should be more vigilant. But I'd better not go to the Southern Continent. I just had a fight with Fabuti. If he discovers that I'm missing a copy of Sequence 1, there's a high chance that the Mother Tree of Desire will knock on the door in the middle of the night.

First, I have to get out before the end of the year, and then, I’d better live on the sea for the time being...

Edward tapped his hand on the table without making any sound, so as not to attract the attention of the Marionettes outside.

Some time passed, and the waiting time had exceeded twelve hours. It should be daytime no matter what happened outside, but the red moon was still not dim at all.

The goddess of the night was clearly refusing to let her out.

But Edward didn't plan to continue spending time with the night here. He wasn't even sure whether the flow rate in the hidden town was the same as the outside world. After all, even the spiritual world couldn't be communicated here, and the power of the Kingdom of God was also greatly reduced.

When his biological clock told him that it was almost noon outside, Edward opened the door and walked out.

As soon as he went out, he ran into a male Marionette with a Northern Continent appearance. He had soft features and ancient clothes. He looked like a native of the Kingdom of Darkness.

Edward casually glanced around. At the same time, all the marionettes turned their heads around, their bodies did not move, and their faces remained the same as before, either smiling or angry, with various expressions on their faces.

He didn't react much, pretending that he didn't see it, and then smiled and said hello to the marionette, a native of the Kingdom of Darkness, one meter in front of him:

"si-a-li"

He spoke steadily and slowly, with a hoarse and low breath, and he had learned the essence of the pronunciation of "imitating the roar of a demon wolf" in the dialect of the Kingdom of Darkness.

The local male marionette paused for half a second, and the dull smile on his face softened and became natural and soft: "si-a-li"

So it is really important to learn a foreign language well.

A third of the marionettes turned their heads, and some people on the street started walking again. But the remaining two-thirds still stood there, maintaining their motionless expressions and movements, watching Edward quietly like a sculpture.

The "Puppet Master" will set the identity and character of each marionette, and let them play this character. I am willing to accompany them in acting, so the control instinct of their controller - the paralyzed half of the "Fool" will also He entered the role-playing mode. It seems that there will still be foreign visitors in the Kingdom of Darkness in the past... Edward's smile did not change, and he continued to speak in a friendly and friendly manner in the dialect of the Kingdom of Darkness that he had just deciphered:

“Thank you, Mother Heaven, for your sleep yesterday, praise Him and praise today’s night.”

——This seems to be one of the daily greetings in the Kingdom of Darkness. And another special greeting is "May he get what he wants on the top of the mountain."

The local marionette's smile became even wider, and his movements became smoother and more natural: "Nice to meet you, from far away."

I have never heard this phrase before, and it probably means "guests from afar" or "people from afar".

Is it my status as a “visitor” that triggers new conversations? Ah, it really feels like a role-playing game...

In such a dangerous role-playing game, only the brave and skilled gods can take it calmly and even find a little fun in it.

"Yes, thank you."

"I - want to go to church and pray."

While Edward was trying his best to spell out a sentence fluently using the words he had just learned, he secretly observed the movements of the marionettes around him. He saw that most of the marionettes had already entered the acting state, but there were still a few like rocks in the tide. like a statue.

There are people around them who are "talking" to them. The other person is talking to himself, saying hello or saying goodbye on his own, and seems not to be affected at all.

Could it be that Antigonus had been rehearsing a play?

The deepest memory in the heart of this demon wolf is actually the daily life that happened on a certain day in the Kingdom of Darkness. It is really an anomaly among mythical creatures.

This idea flashed through Edward's mind. He saw the local marionette in front of him turning his body enthusiastically, pointing to a church with a visible outline in the distance, and said proudly:

"That's the church of Mother Heaven."

"You go there and pray - be pious - and bless, and the Lord of the Night will grant you beautiful dreams and peace."

"As a young man, don't you want to visit the world on the top of the mountain?"

The top of the mountain is the world of the dead. The local marionette even made a joke. It seems that his character should be warm and hospitable.

Edward responded calmly: "Okay, I will be pious, thank you."

After saying that, he said goodbye to the marionette, then looked ahead and strode straight to the church a few hundred meters away.

And the moment he turned around and exposed his back, the expression of the local marionette who had just smiled and nodded to him suddenly froze, becoming dull and permeable again, and his raised hand hung stiffly in the air.

If you draw a horizontal line from Edward's position at this time, where he walked, there were middle-aged women hanging clothes to dry, children running around holding balls, young women talking and laughing on the street, holding Tools of Life The young people walking on the road all stopped in unison, turned their heads stiffly, looked straight at Edward's back, and silently approached him.

What Edward saw before his eyes was still the vibrant drama of people's lives in the Kingdom of Darkness.

It's really troublesome...

Edward just pretended that he knew nothing. When he was only about a hundred meters away from the church, he approached the nearest passerby in front of him and said hello to her: "Hello."

The hundreds of Marionettes following Him all stopped.

The passerby was a young girl holding a basket of half-cut clothes. The girl's clothing is also in the style of the Kingdom of Darkness, but the dress she has is probably never finished.

The girl covered her face with her hands, tilted her head shyly and said, "Hello, sir."

"Can I take a look at the thing in your hand?"

"Okay, okay." The girl stopped talking, took a step back, and handed over the basket in her hand, "Please take a look."

Edward took the basket, picked up the cut fabrics, and looked at the needles and threads one by one. His expression was very serious. From time to time, he searched the dialect database of the Kingdom of Darkness that he had just built to find a few words to praise the other person's ingenuity, and secretly communicated with the girl. The puppet puts on a show to confuse the marionette behind it. Then He picked up the scissors, looked at them, and pierced His palm with it.

The girl was stunned. Edward leaned down and gently touched its face with his blood-stained palm: "Thank you, beautiful girl."

"Now, please help me."

The girl marionette showed a shy and beautiful smile.

Its smile split open to the back of its head, and its mouth opened wide. Its body quickly mutated into a bloated and twisted mass of flesh, and it roared with joy. The pollution spread in reverse along the line of its spirit body, and then the spirit body The line was instantly disconnected. This polluted puppet was abandoned by half a fool and became a demon puppet. It used several new arms and a proliferated tumor-like bloated abdomen to squirm at the marionette crowd behind.

Edward took off his tattered and blood-stained coat and threw it into the marionette. The demon blood on it instantly contaminated all the dozens of marionettes that touched it. A strange melee broke out in the quiet Kingdom of Night, and became more and more intense.

Just when the melee was at its most intense, a dark cloud seemed to appear out of thin air and covered the moon, and the streets were instantly deserted. Only a tattered coat fell to the ground.

Edward whistled happily, wrapped himself in the prototype of the Kingdom of God, and then quickly walked into the church.

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Klein, who had been chatting with Mike and Allen for a long time, finally found the opportunity to leave. To be honest, his understanding of Talim was limited and he could only listen during the chat. However, Alan and Mike mentioned one thing that cheered him up, that is, Edward Vaughan did not attend the funeral and seemed to have moved away.

"King Street in Jowood District has been fenced off. It is said that there are problems with the sewer pipes and gas pipes and they are being repaired."

Allen said: "I passed by there on the way here in the morning and wanted to call Mr. Vaughan to go with me. I took it and found that No. 5 had been blocked. I don't know where he went."

Edward left? It's incredible. As an angel, why would He suddenly leave Backlund? Is my anonymous report really useful? The church’s background is really unfathomable. In short, I may be safe now... Klein breathed a sigh of relief.

As Klein's thoughts flickered, reporter Mike and surgeon Allen, who were in a heavy mood, took their leave one after another, and he left the cemetery unhurriedly.

Just as he was looking around for a taxi, a familiar carriage drove out from a hidden place and stopped in front of him.

Although the coat of arms on the black carriage was skillfully obscured, Klein could still recognize it as Prince Edsac's carriage at a glance. In silence, the car door opened, and the old butler with his hair carefully combed came down and made a polite gesture of invitation:

"His Royal Highness is waiting for you."

"Okay." Klein entered the spacious and warm car without any guilt.

Prince Edsac wore a dark blue coat with a large collar, and his chest was made up of golden ribbons, which made him look extremely noble.

He touched the diamond lapel pin, his narrow eyes filled with a sigh:

"Even when I attended my friend's funeral, I was restricted. I couldn't attend directly. I could only watch from a distance. I could only send someone to lay flowers for me. This is the lack of freedom of the royal family."

"If Talim's grandfather had not lost his title, you shouldn't have anything to avoid." Klein followed Prince Edsac's gesture and sat across from him.

Edsac picked up the blood-red Olmir wine and said: "Hey, I originally planned to find an opportunity to help Talim's father restore a certain title, but unfortunately..."

He did not delve into the topic and instead asked:

"Sherlock, did you receive that package?"

"Yes." Klein answered whatever he asked without giving too much description.

Edsac nodded slightly and said, "Is there any progress?"

"I did several divination using Talim's hair, flesh and personal belongings, but the conclusion I got was that he died of a sudden heart disease." Klein used a smooth narration without emotion to crazyly hint that "I sequence Not high", "My level is limited", "Although I am good at divination, the other party is more powerful", "I will definitely not be able to investigate the truth", etc.

Edsac showed an expression of disappointment that could not be concealed, sighed and said:

"How do you plan to investigate next?"

"Start with the people Talim came in contact with and the places he visited a few days before his death." Klein answered according to the plan.

Edsac glanced at the old butler: "This will definitely involve coercive interrogation and financial bribery. Well...Give Sherlock 100 pounds to fund the investigation."

"Yes, Your Highness." The old housekeeper took out a wad of banknotes that he had prepared long ago from his pocket.

Directly fund 100 pounds? Klein once again felt the generosity of Prince Edsac.

"I will try my best to investigate." He took the 100 pounds in cash and put it directly into his pocket without counting it.

"I hope we can let Talim rest in peace." Prince Edsac clenched his right fist and tapped his left chest.

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked out the window, looking at the Crown Cemetery not far away.

He still has some affection for Talim... Klein sighed secretly and was led out of the carriage by the old butler.

Watching the prince's carriage gradually go away, Klein quickly adjusted his mentality. He decided to continue to play the conscientious detective, try his best within the scope of ordinary people and low-sequences, and then find an opportunity to give up.

It was still early, so Klein took a carriage back to the city first, and then prepared to buy some ingredients to go home for lunch.

At the same time, he had another important thing to do today.

After recent research, Klein has discovered how to use the "glass bottle" that Edward gave him. He feels as if he has reached a certain contract with Dunn inside the bottle, so that he can completely control the other person's every move. Therefore, he took the time to read the relevant information on mystical rituals and tried to use the power of gray mist to erase the contract, and succeeded.

Now, Dunn is free and has forgotten the person "Sherlock Moriarty" and the memory of these days.

Klein took a detour to a bookstore with many customers. He picked up a book and sat in the reading area to read it carefully. After more than ten minutes, he stood up and headed to the bookshelf closest to the bathroom. When passing by an inconspicuous corner of a bookshelf, I swapped places with my paper mannequin and my real body, letting the paper manikin stand there reading a newspaper. I took the opportunity to follow another guest into the bathroom.

Klein carefully disguised himself, turned his double-sided coat inside out, put on a beard, took off his glasses, put on a hat, and then followed others out of the bathroom and left the bookstore.

Along the way, Klein didn't feel that he was being monitored, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

At the same time, he only had less than ten minutes. If the paper double stared at a page for too long, it would also arouse suspicion.

Fortunately, St. Samuel's Church was not far away. Klein was cautious all the way and wrapped the glass bottle containing Dunn's soul in an envelope. He skillfully used magic as a cover-up and dropped it into the mailbox of the Church of the Night.

Then, without stopping, he quickened his pace and took a detour back to the bookstore. At this time, only five minutes had passed. Klein successfully replaced the paper man substitute and left empty-handed.

TBC

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Decline: While being imprisoned, archaeological excavations were made of a lost language.

Dark Night: Give him a chance to move freely and exchange information with Zaratul.