Bang!
The Red Gloves Captain Eric, who was on high alert, trembled inexplicably as he saw the Wandering Magicians, who claimed to be Merlin Hermes, explode behind the astronomical telescope.
However, there was no splattering of flesh and blood. The shattered limbs quickly disappeared into the air like soap bubbles.
"…" Eric and the team members who heard the commotion fell into a daze. They didn't understand why such a sudden change had happened.
A second later, Eric said in a deep voice,
"Retreat!"
He wanted to lead the team out of the apartment before the danger truly dispersed.
At this moment, another figure walked in through the open door of Unit 403. It was Merlin Hermes, who had just exploded.
This Wandering Magician was wearing a tall top hat and a black robe. As though nothing had happened, he said to Eric and his team members, "The root of the problem is indeed that astronomical telescope."
As he spoke, Klein walked to the balcony and patted the astronomical telescope with his right hand.
With another bang, the astronomical telescope suddenly shattered into metallic points of light, emitting a foul smelling greenish-black gas.
After the grayish-white gas appeared and disappeared, the stench disappeared, and the greenish-black gas dissipated. The interior of the room was completely restored to normal.
"… What's going on?" Eric forced himself to forget about the other party's death and appearance as he deliberated before asking.
As an experienced Red Gloves captain, he had some guesses about the truth of the entire matter. The purpose of his question was mainly to seek confirmation.
As a rather experienced Red Gloves captain, he had some guesses about the truth of the entire matter. The purpose of his question was mainly to seek confirmation.
Klein smiled.
"If you want to know more details, you can only search for clues yourself. I'm not too sure either."
Eric nodded slightly and cast his gaze at his team members, indicating for them to continue their investigation.
After some work, Eric said to Merlin Hermes, "If you want to know more details, you can only search for clues yourself. I'm not too sure either."
Eric nodded slightly and cast his gaze at his team members, indicating for them to continue their investigation.
After some work, Eric said to Merlin Hermes, "There aren't many clues left in the room.
"First, John is a local resident. He served in the war and seems to have some mental problems because of this. Second, he has been an astronomy enthusiast for a long time. After the war, he joined an academic organization called the Celestial Body Institute, but we have not collected any information about this organization. Third, John seems to be looking for a way to see the real sky."
When he mentioned the word "cosmos," Eric paused for a moment, as though he had received a warning from the upper echelons of the Church of Evernight.
After the war ended, I joined an organization called the Celestial Body Research Society … Searching for a way to see the real cosmos … Combining the "experience" from before, Klein had a certain level of confidence in the matter.
"All of you should know that the 'starry sky' represents danger. In fact, you shouldn't even try to understand it."
"We will report this case to the archbishop as soon as possible and label the Celestial Body Institute as a dangerous organization," Eric said as though he was communicating with a superior who wasn't directly in charge of the Nighthawks.
Klein did not respond. As he walked to the door, he sighed.
"The war has indeed had an irreversible impact on all aspects …"
After the God of Combat perished, the Primordial Barrier, which was already on the verge of collapse, lost a portion of its support. As for the Evernight Goddess, she had yet to fully grasp the corresponding Uniqueness. As for becoming a Great Old One, it was unknown how long "She" would have to wait. Under such circumstances, the Outer Deities' corruption of this World naturally deepened. This was combined with the war trauma of a large number of ordinary people.
Klein suspected that during the period of post-war reconstruction, many cults that pointed to the "starry sky" and different Outer Deities had quietly appeared in various parts of Rouen. If they were allowed to develop their believers and make all sorts of risky attempts, the apocalypse would definitely be brought forward.
As he sighed, he walked out of Room 403. His figure quickly blurred and turned transparent until he disappeared.
In a hotel near Praia Street, Klein, who had already checked in, picked up the coffee in front of him and took a sip.
Taking advantage of the fact that it was still early, he went out again and took a carriage to the outskirts of Constant City's riverbank district.
There was a cemetery here with stone monuments that stood tall like a low forest.
Klein walked through the cemetery and relied on his spirituality to "guide" him to find a tombstone.
The owner of the tombstone was called:
"Welch McGovern."
This was Klein's original university classmate. Because he had bought the Antigonus family's notebook, he had mysteriously died in Tingen. This had indirectly led to Zhou Mingrui's "transmigration."
Welch McGovern's father was a banker in Constant City. He had spent money to bring his son's corpse back to his hometown and buried it in this cemetery.
Klein stared at the photo on the tombstone for a few seconds before bending down and placing the white bouquet in front of Welch's grave.
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly stopped in his tracks. Twenty to thirty seconds later, an old man with a black cane walked over from another direction.
Klein recognized him and knew that he was Welch's father, the Midseashire banker who had once treated him and his classmates to a sumptuous meal.
However, compared to a few years ago, this gentleman had aged a lot. He was originally a spirited middle-aged gentleman, but now, his hair was mostly white. There were many wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, mouth, and forehead.
"Who are you?" Welch's father looked at the stranger in front of the grave and asked in puzzlement and wariness.
Klein sighed and said, "Uncle, I'm Welch's friend.
"Uncle, I'm Welch's friend. I happened to pass by Constant City recently."
Welch's father nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "He's a person who likes to make friends.
"He was a man who liked to make friends. I only knew some of them."
He was actually explaining why he hadn't invited this guest to the funeral back then. He was very apologetic about it.
Klein didn't say anything else as he looked around.
He looked around and said, "Is there anything you need help with, or should I say, do you have any wishes you wish to fulfill? I hope I can provide you with some strength. "
Welch's father looked around and smiled bitterly.
"Can you make all the dead stand up again?"
It's not impossible, but it's not the same as what you want to stand up again … Klein sighed and shook his head.
"Then can you restore Constant to his original appearance?" Welch's father asked with a wry smile.
Without waiting for Klein to respond, he sighed and continued.
"There's no need to provide help. If I can do it, I can do it myself. If I can't, I can only pray to God."
As he spoke, the banker walked past Klein to his son's tombstone and bent down to put down the white bouquet in his hand.
Klein looked at his back and muttered to himself, "That's right.
"I'll try my best."
With that, he turned around and left the cemetery.
…
Constant, a bar decorated in the style of the last century.
A man wrapped in a thick jacket held a beer and walked to the wooden board next to the bar. He was trying to find a part-time job on the pieces of paper pasted on it.
Suddenly, he saw a strange commission:
"I'm a reporter. I want to gather all kinds of stories about what happened in the war from different people. It's best if they've experienced it themselves. The reward I can provide is to satisfy your wish to repair and rebuild your house for free. I have enough resources in this area.
"Merlin Hermes."
The man subconsciously frowned. He felt that this commission was too strange, like the product of a prank.
"Can you read the words on it?" A thin man sitting beside the wooden board seized the opportunity to ask.
Among the customers in this bar, only a handful were literate. Even if they wanted to find a job or accept the corresponding commission, most people couldn't understand what was written on the paper pasted on the wooden board, and the bartender could only remember the few who were paid the most.
Due to this situation, the thin man relied on the fact that he had attended a free school and mastered the common Rouen vocabulary. He provided the corresponding interpretation for others at the price of a quarter of a penny each time.
This was how he made a living.
The man shook his head, indicating that he could read Loenese. He pointed at Merlin Hermes's entrustment and said, "That's right.
He pointed at Merlin Hermes's commission and asked, "Is this true?"
"Yes, that reporter is sitting in that corner. He's wearing a very tall hat." The thin man enthusiastically pointed in the direction.
The reporter had promised to give him a quarter of a penny for every person he introduced.
The man holding the beer fell silent. He hesitated for a full ten seconds before walking to the corner and finding the reporter named Merlin Hermes.
"Will you really help me rebuild my house?" he asked, a little perturbed and worried.
Klein pointed at the documents on the small round table.
"We can sign a contract."
"… There's no need. Even if you just provide me with some materials, I'll be very satisfied." The man sat opposite Klein and said rather cautiously, "I don't have a vivid story."
"As long as it's realistic enough." Klein nodded slightly in encouragement.
The man shifted his gaze down and stared at the table.
"I'm a native of Constant. I once had a decent job and bought a terraced house on Tide Street. Later, war broke out, and my house was reduced to ruins in a bombing. My eldest son, the child who had just entered elementary school, was buried inside …
"We had no choice but to rent a two-bedroom room until the Feysacians occupied Constant. They … they dragged my wife away, and she never returned …
"Some time ago, someone informed me to identify the corpse. I couldn't recognize her. She had rotted beyond recognition. However, the pockets of her clothes still contained our water bill …
"When she was renting the house, she always missed our home. It's the same for my youngest daughter. I don't have much money now, and I can barely make ends meet. However, I hope to rebuild that house bit by bit.
"To be frank, I really don't like telling others about my misfortune. I'd rather remain silent, but if I can really obtain help in rebuilding, then I can …"
Klein held a pen and paper and pretended to take notes. He nodded slightly and said, "Your wish will come true.
"Your wish will come true. Wait for me in front of the ruins of the house on Tide Street tomorrow."
At the same time, he pushed a one-soli note over.
"Here's the money for your drink."
The man's eyes flickered, as though he wanted to refuse, but in the end, he picked up the note.
The next day, after sending his youngest daughter to the church school, he followed the familiar path and walked back to the familiar Tide Street. Then, he saw the familiar house.
Its chimney, its windows, its door, and the weeds on its walls hadn't changed at all. It was so familiar, as though a beautiful mistress would open the door in the next second and lead the two children out to welcome their father.
The man was stunned, unable to believe that this was real.
But even if it was an illusion, he was willing to sink into it.
...
A few days later, Klein, who had completed one similar wish after another, pushed open the hotel's window. In the mist of dawn, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
In a rather elevated city district in Constant, Welch's father habitually woke up early because he dreamed of his dead son and family. He walked to the balcony and prepared to breathe in the morning air.
Under the light of dawn, he suddenly saw a forest of chimneys and blast furnaces, as well as tall buildings.
The former Constant City appeared before his eyes in its entirety, bathed in the orange-red light of dawn.
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