Hazel's gaze instantly froze as she felt something rapidly expand in her mind. It tore through an invisible barrier and spewed out.
Instinctively, she averted her gaze and curled her body slightly.
Then, she felt a light rise up from the depths of her heart, exploding into countless memory fragments as they roared back and forth.
She remembered at once what had happened at home that day. She remembered her father, her mother, the maids, and the footmen putting on their spectacles or pressing their eyelids. The unspeakable horror was so vivid that it seemed to have been engraved in her bones.
Hazel's expression broke down as she curled into a ball and trembled. It left the maidservant in the carriage stunned as she hurriedly got up and reached out her hands in a bid to help her mistress up.
"No!" Hazel's body trembled as she shouted with a nearly shrill voice.
The maidservant was alarmed and frightened as she stood rooted to the ground, unsure of how to react.
After shouting, Hazel calmed down significantly. She sat up and looked ahead with extreme fear. She saw that the postman with the monocle had already entered another street. All she could see was his back.
"I-I felt a little uncomfortable just now, but I'm much better now," Hazel turned her head and forced herself to say to the maidservant.
She realized that she wasn't as horrified as she remembered. It was as though after some time, she could already accept the situation.
If not, I might've lost control just now … Why did I use the word 'lost control' … Thankfully, I've forgotten this memory. I didn't do anything too eye-catching when I saw the postman. I only broke down after about ten seconds; otherwise, I might've been discovered and something terrifying would've happened … Hazel's thoughts flashed uncontrollably as her body trembled slightly.
"Miss, do you need to go to a clinic?" the maidservant hurriedly asked.
Hazel instinctively shook her head. Her mind was in chaos as she casually said, "Let's go to the Rouen Charity Bursary Foundation first.
I remember there's a private clinic nearby. "" Alright. "The maidservant turned around and instructed the carriage driver to speed up.
"Alright." The maidservant turned around and instructed the carriage driver to speed up.
Hazel repeatedly took deep breaths in an attempt to adjust her tense, flustered, and horrified emotions.
It had to be said that this had a certain effect. She, who didn't break down immediately, seemed to calm down a little.
At this moment, a sparrow had appeared above the carriage at some point in time. It blinked its right eye and spoke in human language with a nearly inaudible voice.
"She seems to have some unnecessary misunderstanding about me.
From the looks of it, 'I' have crossed paths with her in the past. Ah, she's a resident of Böklund Street. Interesting …
Before long, the carriage arrived at Phelps Street. Seeing that the Rouen Charity Bursary Foundation wasn't far away, Hazel suddenly said,
"Go to church.
"Head to Saint Samuel Cathedral first!
"I want to say a prayer."
She wanted to tell the bishops what had happened that day and what she had seen today!
In the gap of the carriage, a black ant moved its right antennae and whispered with a human voice,
"Humans these days are really uncreative. Whenever something happens, they like to go to the church. I thought I would discover something by following her. Next time, next time, I will steal the church right in front of them."
As it spoke, the other tentacle of the ant also moved.
Hazel immediately forgot what she had just said. She forgot what she had recalled and that she had encountered a postman wearing a monocle. She got off the carriage at the entrance of the Rouen Charity Bursary Foundation and walked in with her maidservant.
Clearly, her maidservant and her carriage driver didn't remember the previous instructions.
Inside the Rouen Charity Bursary Foundation, Audrey welcomed Hazel and brought her new friend to participate in the aid for the injured soldiers on the front lines.
As The World German Sparrow had mentioned that the Secret Order's leader, Zaratul, and other angels had infiltrated Baekeland, Audrey had cautiously given up on the third stage of the treatment for Hazel, hoping that she wouldn't recall her past experiences for the time being to prevent any accidents from happening.
Her current plan was to participate in charity activities and help others, allowing Hazel to gradually become more cheerful and strengthen her ability to resist the psychological trauma.
…
In the Free City of Pirates, Fors was drinking the local specialty fruit wine with high alcohol content as she recorded what she had seen and encountered today.
Suddenly, her spiritual perception was triggered as she instinctively looked to the side.
She immediately saw a figure appear in the void and quickly take form. It was none other than the cold-looking German Sparrow, who was wearing a half top hat and a black trench coat.
With a whoosh, Fors stood up with a wine glass and fountain pen in her hand and subconsciously said, "That's right.
She subconsciously said, "Good afternoon. Uh, Mr. Sparrow."
As she spoke, she hurriedly placed the items in her hands on the table.
Klein pressed down on his top hat and surveyed the area.
"Are you thinking of leaving?"
Fors's eyes darted left and right.
"Alright."
Over the past few days, she had already taken down the basic characteristics of this city that were different from other places.
Klein didn't say a word as he gestured at the items on the table with his chin, indicating for Miss Magicians to quickly tidy up.
Fors didn't hesitate as she hurriedly tidied up the manuscripts as though she had heard the instructions.
Klein stood there and watched as the man busied himself. Suddenly, he said,
Then, he suddenly asked, "How's the progress on that thriller story?"
Fors's body trembled indiscernibly before she replied, "Soon.
"Soon, soon."
Klein nodded slightly.
"How much longer?"
"One week, no, five days, at most five days," Fors replied quickly.
Klein didn't say anything else. After Fors packed up the manuscripts, pens, half a bottle of wine, and other souvenirs, he took two steps forward and grabbed her shoulder.
Countless indescribable figures flashed past. Fors was even more relaxed than last time. She was even trying to "record" this "trip."
Before long, she returned to Baekeland and returned to the alley where she had disappeared. She heard The World's German Sparrow say,
"Rest for a few days before departing.
"Pay attention to your replies. Also, ask your teacher again if he has any information related to Blood Emperor Tudor. It's mainly about the various ruins."
"Okay." Fors quickly agreed and thanked him.
After separating from German Sparrow, she returned to a particular street in East Borough and entered the room she shared with Xio.
Xio put down the newspaper and looked at her friend.
"Was it effective?"
"It wasn't bad. I went to a free city that belongs to pirates this time …" Before Fors could finish her sentence, her expression changed slightly. "Give me my coffee beans and cigarettes."
"Why? There's nothing there? "Xio asked in puzzlement.
She sat in front of the desk, unfurled the manuscript, picked up a fountain pen, and said without turning her head, "It's time for me to go to the library.
Without turning her head, she said, "For the new book!
"Remember to make me some coffee!"
Xio followed to the bedroom door and opened her mouth when she heard that, but she didn't say a word.
…
Elsewhere in East Borough, in a rented apartment with a similar layout.
As Zaratul had already arrived in Baekeland, it was unknown when Amon would be "fished" over. The Red Angel evil spirit's true motives were unknown, and he still planned on preventing George III from becoming the Black Emperor. On the one hand, Klein was busy digesting the Bizarro Sorcerer, and on the other hand, he was making all sorts of preparations.
At this moment, after settling the matter regarding the Magicians, he spread out the letter and wrote:
"Dear Mr. Aztec,
"I've learned a lot about ancient history during this period of time. I believe you should be very interested. Otherwise, you wouldn't have chosen to be a history teacher after losing your memories.
"This history involves secrets, so it's not convenient to talk about it in a letter. When you wake up, I'll share it with you in person …
"Also, I can now create a charm called 'Yesterday Once More.' Once you use it, you can find your past self from the Historical Void and borrow strength from 'Him.'
"This isn't something worth paying attention to. The most important thing is that it can allow you to directly retrieve your memories from your past self. There's no need to use decades of time to slowly awaken them. I believe you will like it …
"I've included two with the letter. If you wake up, you can try the effects …
"I'm currently in an environment filled with undercurrents. If you come over, please pay attention and observe the situation in advance …
"… I will attempt to do something regarding George III's advancement to Black Emperor, but the chances of success are very slim …
"Finally, I wish you well and wish you an early awakening. Your eternal student, Klein Moretti."
After folding the letter, Klein stuffed it, along with the two Yesterday Once More charms, into the envelope.
Following that, he took out Aztec's copper whistle and blew it.
The gigantic skeleton messenger emerged from the floor and received the letter with a posture that was lower than Klein's.
Klein nodded slightly and watched the messenger disintegrate into white bones before vanishing.
After doing all of this, he used two fingers to take out the paper crane that Will Auceptin had folded from his wallet and wrote on it with a pencil:
"There's something I'd like to ask."
He then placed the paper crane under his pillow and lay down. With the help of Cogitation, he entered a deep sleep.
In the depths of the pitch-black steeple, Klein once again saw Will Auceptin, who was wrapped in silver silk and sitting in a black pram.
Without waiting for the other party to speak, he went straight to the point.
"Do you know who can provide a way to accommodate the Uniqueness? What kind of price do you need to pay? "
If the price is unbearable, forget it … Klein silently added in his heart.
Sucking on his thumb, Will Auceptin was taken aback.
"You want me to accommodate the Die of Probability?"
Klein nodded solemnly.
"Regardless of whether I succeed or not, I have to try."
Just as he said that, Will Auceptin's tears began streaming down his face.
The chubby baby beat his side with his hand, and sobbed bitterly, and said:
He sobbed and said, "It's useless … It's too late … I've already rebooted. I still have to grow for at least twenty-two years before I can accommodate the Uniqueness … Why didn't you say so earlier …
"I'm really unlucky … It must be that silly snake, Ouroboros, who stole too much of my luck …"
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