Chapter 156 Aftermath

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January 1, 1350, morning.

Melissa carries a canvas tote bag to and from several nearby bookstores.

The municipal library in Tingen will not reopen until a week after the New Year. Although Benson suggested that Melissa rest at home during this period, enjoy the time of faith and stay in Tingen, Melissa is a little free. If you don't live there, just resting at home would be a waste.

It happened that the air was good these days, so she took a nap and woke up naturally, planning to go to a familiar bookstore to borrow some books to read.

On the first day of the New Year, there were no people on the street, but there were still many people on the lower street. To the people there, the New Year seemed to be just a change of time and date, and there was not much to look forward to.

"History of the Kingdom of Loen", no, this book is too thick and big. Although it is suitable for passing the time, it cannot be read in a few days.

Melissa has always been more consistent with her beginnings and ends. Based on the simple idea of ​​not wasting anything, she will read all the borrowed books and then return them.

Engineering Guide? Melissa's eyes lit up and she quickly took out the book and turned to the last page. She was a little disappointed when she saw that it was published fifteen years ago. This is already a somewhat old version, and many of the machines in it are outdated, while the new version of the book itself is already available...

Melissa's eyes dimmed slightly.

However, as her living conditions gradually improved, she has gradually been able to accept some "wasting time" leisure. Therefore, although after walking around the bookstore for several times, she could not find newer teaching materials than the two books that Klein gave her, Melissa still borrowed two books to pass the time, one for herself, A copy of "Overall Management" for Benson...I don't know if Benson will need it. Maybe he will be more willing to plan his work while drinking coffee with his future colleagues.

She carried two books of moderate thickness to the counter, and quickly paid the deposit and two pence for the rent.

——If it weren’t for the significant improvement in living standards and the prospects for a better life for herself and Benson in the future, Melissa would never spend any money on it.

She carried the canvas bag she had sewn out of the bookstore, and when she took a casual look, she saw more people on the empty street. There was a gentleman on the bench across the street who bought a newspaper boy's daily newspaper and was reading it. He passed a gentleman in front of him who looked familiar but didn't know where he had seen it before.

The gentleman biting into the sausage bun also seemed to notice her out of the corner of his eye. Before Melissa turned her head awkwardly, their eyes met. These green eyes gave her a great sense of familiarity.

In the flash of lightning, she suddenly remembered the source of this familiar feeling.

"Were you...the...police officer at that time?"

The man on the bench turned the newspaper back a page and moved it down two points. Sost looked at him from behind the newspaper.

The green-eyed police officer also responded in shock:

"Are you Miss Moretti? I thought I had the wrong person."

Leonard's expression of surprise was half-truthful, but what he said was actually the truth.

Because he has been away from Tingen for more than three months, and he has been away for as long as Klein died. He has only met Klein's sister Melissa once, and it was in an extremely sad environment. As the bad news, he The deliverer, she was the recipient of the bad news... In that kind of environment, no one would be in the mood to pay attention to the other person's appearance, not to mention that Leonard at that time lacked the courage to even look directly into the other person's eyes.

And in that terrible meeting, even with the memory of an extraordinary person, Leonard could only remember Melissa Moretti and Benson Moretti as two labeled shadows, one of which was thin and thin. , some are introverted and silent, sensible but still children; one is older, tired, and looks vicissitudes of life because he has assumed the heavy responsibility of the family prematurely.

They are all sad.

And now, more than three months later, Leonard didn't take a closer look last night. Today, when he had an "accidental encounter", he realized that the other person's face was rosy and his complexion was much better than then. He also walked with his chest and head raised. The sun is much brighter, and there is no longer the lingering gloominess that we had when we first met.

Klein, your family is living a good life. They may have gradually gotten over the haze of your departure, and are about to go to Backlund to have a new life, under the gaze of the goddess... Leonard thought silently.

Surrounded by his companions, Leonard dared to speak in his original voice, but he was unwilling to speak too much. He subconsciously lowered his voice and made a hoarse sound like he had a cold:

"Happy New Year, you look good, Miss Moretti."

"The air in Tingen City is getting better and better. How is the situation recently?"

Melissa hesitated and replied politely: "Thank you for your concern. We are all fine, Mr. Officer." - She suddenly realized that she did not know the other person's last name, and she felt even more embarrassed.

The police officer whose name I don’t even know spoke in a familiar manner:

"Recruitment advertisements have been published in newspapers recently. Have you considered going to Backlund?"

He thought this sentence was quite appropriate, but he felt that Melissa's favorability seemed to have dropped, and he was suddenly confused.

Since they received the Archbishop's revelation after the great smog, they have been paying attention to the Moretti family in the past few days. They even know clearly how many meat dishes are included in the Moretti family's New Year's Eve dinner. Coupled with his former colleague relationship with Klein, Leonard naturally felt familiar and said hello and communicated without any psychological burden.

And he was completely unaware that his only label in the other person's heart was "Klein's colleague", and he had only met him once. In the nearly half a year from when Klein entered this department to his death in the line of duty, he never interacted with him, got infinitely close or even... Same as a stranger.

In Melissa's mind, the gentleman just said hello and said a few words and then left.

Obviously they are not familiar with each other at all, and they don't even know each other's names. It is somewhat rude to stop him on the way back. Even if he thinks about it carefully, it is a bit scary.

Melissa shook her head and did not answer. She wanted to use this attitude to make the police officer retreat. However, the other party scratched his head and remained silent for a while, as if he realized what she meant, but he seemed not to.

"Tomorrow, I will be transferred to Backlund, so I said more."

Saying this, it sounded a bit like parting, and Melissa felt a little embarrassed to be harsh, but she was also going to Backlund.

Leonard accepted the advice and said as if unintentionally: "I have worked in Tingen for so many years, and I am still reluctant to leave. But the department is short of people now, and they are pressing hard. I looked at the tickets and paperwork they ordered for me. , just take the steam train No. 3, which is the day after tomorrow..."

The information contained in this sentence could no longer be ignored by Melissa. She clearly remembered the ticket Benson bought last night and whispered in surprise:

"Mr. Police Officer, are you taking the No. 3 train to Backlund?"

Leonard nodded: "Yes, the first shift in the morning is relatively fast and cheap. By the way, my name is Leonard Mitchell."

If Leonard and Moretti's family were more familiar, or if Melissa were more lively and outgoing, it might be time to make a joke at this time, "Maybe we are in the same car." But Leonard didn't, and Mei Neither did Lisa. After conveying this news so that tomorrow's "encounter" again would not be too sudden, Leonard said a few words and said goodbye to the other party.

"Captain, let me confirm again."

After seeing Melissa's back disappear at the end of the street, Leonard walked to Sost who was reading the newspaper and sat on the bench.

"I am indeed in the same carriage as them and seated next to them, right?"

Sost rummaged in his pocket and pulled out a brand new printed ticket.

Leonard took it, there were three in total, with three names.

Considering that this was an important trip, and the drive lasted four hours, and the departure was very early, it was inevitable to catch up on some sleep in the car, so the Moretti family chose a first-class seat for the first time. The two Morettis sat facing each other in the third row on the left side of Car No. 4. He was sitting alone in the same position in the third row on the right side of the car - he was alone, and the seat opposite was broken.

Because except for him, everyone else coincidentally did not buy a ticket and could only sit in other carriages. This was very 0-08.

Dai Li was very upset about this, and then bought a ticket for carriage No. 6. She actively participated in this operation, threatening to rip off Ince Zangwill's head and use it as a ball for her little spirit babies.

The Necromancer looked at the ticket, turned around and smiled at Leonard: "Then I will leave this important task to you first."

Leonard was greatly aggrieved. He had no interest in kicking the Ince head ball: "Ms. Daly, isn't this bad?"

This is simply a clear invitation and joke... Leonard couldn't help but clenched his fists when he got the news, his blood began to boil, and hatred began to grow. Benson Moretti and Melissa Moretti They are relatives of Klein. It makes sense for Ince Zangwill to take revenge on them, but Leonard Mitchell is not only an eyewitness of the Tingen battle, but also one of Ince Zangwill’s pursuers. He is still Klein's companion, the red glove of the Church of the Night, targeting him and killing him, which will also bring shame and anger to the Church of the Night!

Because of this, Leonard calmed down like never before. He was a "special person", he said to Klein, although now in retrospect, he feels more sadness and emotion than shame.

Facing Ince Zangwill's provocation, other Red Gloves felt it was difficult, but Leonard felt that this was a unique battle - with the old man here, it was completely okay to save his own life. If the old man had more strength, it would be possible to save Benson and Melissa.

However, Leonard felt that the old man would be happy to "test" him and would never do anything until his life was in danger.

Ever since his brain and spirituality began to activate together, it seemed to be the old man's retirement hobby to use stumblers from time to time to exercise his reflexes.

And he also has a kind of awe of high-sequence (although he doesn’t take it seriously, but maybe he still has it), but it is not the old man who is in awe (Pallez was furious), but the power that the old man represents. Will the old man be willing to Leonard was willing to protect the ordinary people in the car and the Moretti brothers and sisters, but Leonard was unwilling to take the gamble.

When this bastard isolated him alone, did he know that he still had a life-saving god like the old man? 0-08Do you know? 0-08 Can you arrange an old man? If not, then Ince Zangwill's special move is likely to be a smoke bomb. After all, the unspoken secret in the Church of the Night is that Ince Zangwill, who failed to be promoted, hates those who were successfully promoted in the same batch. "Eye of the Goddess" Your Excellency Illya.

But everyone didn’t know about the old man. Perhaps Ince Zangwill’s purpose was to mobilize everyone’s attention and let everyone pay attention to Leonard, while ignoring Illya, who faced the same danger as 0-08. High sequence!

What if it can? If 0-08 can influence the old man, then there will be real problems on his side. He will become the main target of a demigod carrying a level 0 sealed object, not to mention that this carriage is full of ordinary people.

Leonard thinks this is more likely.

Assuming that is the case, then he should consider how to protect a car of ordinary people and himself as much as possible.

Anyway, the old man shouldn't have to worry. (Palles sneered, but because Leonard’s thinking and reasoning were very good this time, he reluctantly refrained from ridiculing)

"I remember the file said that Melissa was a girl who couldn't bear to buy books or new clothes."

Leonard compared the tickets back and forth, returned them to Sost, and thought with great emotion: "I heard that she was admitted to Backlund Technical University, and Mr. Benson Moretti was also admitted to the new enrollment expansion policy. Government employee, that’s great, Klein would be very happy if he knew about it, right?”

"So we should protect them even more." Sost drew a red moon on his chest, "Praise the goddess."

"Praise the goddess."

"But, Leonard, your cold is not over yet? An Extraordinary at your level should hardly get sick. Or are you still not used to the air in Backlund?"

"Ah... well..."

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The throat of the prey was slit, and the black and white fur and the ground were stained red with splatters of blood. The black-edged paratrooper knife skillfully peeled off the skin and bones. The hare that was still alive and kicking about half a minute ago and trying to escape was cooked into scarlet raw meat in three or two strokes.

Traynor was sitting leisurely in his campsite preparing himself a late New Year's Eve dinner. It was not a problem for the hunter to escape from his pursuers in the jungle. Even if it was an unfamiliar jungle, he even had the ability to escape them after getting rid of them. Go back and kill them all.

From the Council, from the Sauron family - they are strangers, not familiar relatives, so there shouldn't be much loss if they die. There was also a member of the Church of the Eternal Burning Sun who wanted to call out to the bishop who was leading the team but didn't. He was as fair and fair as a rabbit, so he wiped his neck like a butchered rabbit.

Burying the body, feeding the spirit to the cat, taking away the extraordinary characteristics, using leaves to erase the footprints and traces of the battle, the hunter did it perfectly and unhurriedly, and still had enough time to catch a rabbit on the way back.

His hand holding the knife was very steady, and he skillfully dismembered the rabbit and put it on wooden branches and put it on the simple grill while humming and adjusting the heat. Turing, who was sitting on the side and diligently stirring the fish soup in the pot, listened for a long time and realized that the tune was a cheerful concerto recently popular in Intis.

Riel also jumped out of his shadow, waiting for his share.

The environment in the southern continent's jungle is hot and humid, but none of the creatures or mythical creatures present feel uncomfortable.

Traynor's slightly curly hair was slightly wet from the water vapor in the jungle, and it stuck to his forehead in a rare and soft manner. His shirt was also soaked, and it outlined his beautiful muscle lines. After dismantling the whole rabbit, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Before he put down the knife, he couldn't wait to wipe the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. A touch of red suddenly appeared on his face.

He didn't seem to notice it, or even if he did, he wouldn't take any action.

Riel suddenly stood up and stretched out his claws to pull out something from the spirit world - a long box with a hint of air-conditioning. Traynor didn't remember that he had brought such a thing. There was also a handwritten instruction on a sticky note on the box. Each person read the words on it with their heads next to each other:

"Product introduction: Edible genetically modified freshwater fish, independently developed by Frank Lee, is of epoch-making significance. Adhering to the belief of 'taking it from natural raw materials and giving it top flavor', we will continue to provide high-quality food to the majority of food explorers Seasoning solutions.

Scope of application: Food explorers who have high requirements for their own diet and dare to try new things. "

"I have a bad feeling about it," Traynor said. "Usually things like that are pretty weird."

There was a thin layer of ice in the box, and a large fish about the length of an adult's forearm was placed in it. Riel accepted the fish well, and then looked down:

"Characteristic description: 1. More delicate meat texture than the original variety."

"2. The blood contains the flavor of Intis red wine and can be fried and eaten with fish."

"3. Fish bones and internal organs will melt at sustained high temperatures exceeding 50 degrees. It is recommended to boil them in water to enhance their freshness."

"4. Cultivation by cultivators and extraordinary people contains rich spirituality."

Traynor: "?"

Traynor: "I don't want to eat it, just take it down quickly."

Riel: "This is sent to you by Your Majesty." Of course, there is only one person in its mouth: Your Majesty. It turned the note over, pointed to a line of words on it and said, "Not only must you eat, but you must also write no less than Three hundred words of dining experience.”

Traynor was speechless and choked for a while, and finally lowered his head in fear of power, took the fish with a complicated expression and began to handle it.

A similar situation also occurred in the Aurora Society.

Facing a big fish brought by the Dark Saint, several devout believers first knelt down and prayed with tears of gratitude for a while, then stood up and gathered around the fish to discuss how to enjoy this "holy meal".

Mr. Z thought about it for two seconds: "We can follow the instructions, one portion of fish and one bowl of fish soup per person. If it doesn't suit your taste, just try seasoning it yourself, and then everyone can write down their own thoughts."

New products require user feedback. The True Creator thought that it would be a success if the three of them could put together a clear and logical reflection. However, he forgot that since his babble became less harsh, the mental state of the Aurora Society has gradually improved.

After recovering from his injuries, he left and returned before the New Year to attend last night's New Year's Eve ceremony. Mr. The instructions say that fish blood and fish meat have the flavor of red wine, so why not eat it directly and use the fish bones and fish heads and offal to make soup with it."

Mr. A's spirit improved, but his thoughts returned to his original nature. He said loudly: "Just eat it!"

The three of them discussed in whispers for a while, and finally reached a consensus on making soup. Then because the three of them had conflicting views, they had to divide the fish into three parts. The Dark Saint also followed suit: "Then each of you will write one. Your reflections should not be less than 300 words."

X, who brought the table and cutlery, asked in a strange way: "Your Excellency, does this count as meritorious service?"

A cursed: "You still want merit for God's Holy Communion, give me the brain you don't want!"

Dark Saint: "Forget it."

Three people: "!"

The white paper originally used to write down the reflections was replaced by a manuscript. An undercurrent immediately surged between the three of them. Z and A. Treat each other as their biggest enemies.

TBC

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Went to fight Hollow Knight. There are still one hundred years left until we get out of the first chapter map.

This should be the last plot of this part. After Klein leaves and the sea volume officially begins, I will take two days off to sort out the outline.