Klein looked around blankly. Under the cold wind of the night and surrounded by new and old tombstones, his numb head gradually began to work, and he recognized this as Raphael Cemetery, whom he often patrolled.
"Cemetery... I died and then came back to life?"
He raised his hands covered with soil and observed them carefully under the crimson moonlight. Only then did he realize that the originally broken left forearm had returned to his body.
He stroked his left elbow with his right hand through his clothes. There was still a slight pain at the disconnected position.
Did they sew up the broken arm after his body was buried?
What about the chest?
He reacted, patted the dirt off his chest, unbuttoned his clothes, pulled open his clothes, and looked at his left breast.
The hideous wounds the size of fists and the missing heart inside were squirming and gradually healing.
It was like I had just woken up from Tingen City and saw in the mirror that the gunshot wound on my temple was recovering rapidly. The only difference is that this time the healing is slower and more difficult.
"Sure enough, the original 'Klein' committed suicide successfully, but after I traveled through time, his body was restored by such power."
"But this time the recovery will be slower. Maybe after one more time, or at most two times, this power will not be able to 'resurrection' me again."
After standing like a sculpture with his chest open for a few minutes in the slightly cold wind of the night, Klein sighed, buttoned up his shirt and tuxedo, and covered up the wounds that were about to heal.
Then he turned back and looked at his tombstone, which had a black and white photo of himself and three lines of epitaphs engraved on it.
"Klein Moretti, the best brother, the best brother, the best colleague... heh, the last sentence must have been written by that guy Leonard."
Silently thinking about other people's comments about him, Klein smiled bitterly, started to restore the coffin board and the grave pit, and finally covered it with a stone slab, as if he was burying another himself.
"If this stone slab were heavier, I might not be able to get out. I have to remind them next time..."
Surprised by his sense of humor at this time, Klein pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying, clapped his hands covered with dirt, and inadvertently turned his eyes to another tombstone next to him.
Angel Granger.
Memories that he had been unwilling to touch still flooded into his mind.
"So you are right next to me..."
Slowly approaching Angel's tombstone, he sat directly on the grass with some loose soil and dew next to it, stroking the black and white photo on the tombstone.
"I was originally thinking about giving up on finding a way home and just continuing to live in this world. There are new family members, new friends and colleagues here, and you are here too... We Sequence are not high, so we can stop being promoted, or even find an opportunity to switch to civilian jobs and retire early."
"Then, take your savings to the warm and pleasant Desi Bay and buy a big house with a garden and a view of the sea. We will make new friends, but it doesn't matter if we don't have them. Benson and Melissa will often come to visit, but it doesn't matter if they don't. The most important thing is that you are there..."
He choked up and wiped his eyes with the back of his hands stained with mud, causing tears to flow from his eyes and his vision blurred.
"I don't know who I am now and why I can crawl out of the coffin again... Maybe this is an opportunity, an opportunity for revenge..."
Muttering, he climbed up from the grass, touched the pocket of his tuxedo, and took out the Copper Whistle that he had just found when burying the grave, as well as the amethyst pendant that had been put in the bag.
Putting the pendant with the gold chain in front of the tombstone, Klein took two steps back, then felt it was inappropriate, so he stepped forward again and picked up the pendant.
If you leave it here for less than 24 hours, someone else will take it away...
He wrapped the pendant heavily around his left wrist, put down his cuff, and said solemnly:
"I'll find him."
After saying this, Klein's body was filled with strength again. He stepped back lightly as if he was afraid of disturbing Angel. He didn't take four steps backward until he passed several tombstones and entered Grey Fog Space.
He wants to use Grey Mist's divination to find the real murderer who is hiding behind the scenes, controlling everything, and ultimately killing himself and Angel.
Originally, due to lack of information, he could only divine Red Chimney House, but this time the person behind the scenes did it himself and appeared in front of him. After obtaining enough information and using the magical Gray Fog, we will definitely be able to divine more content.
Sitting on the long bronze table in his own position, belonging to "Fool", Klein showed parchment and pen, and was about to write down the divination sentence, but his eyes involuntarily raised his eyes to look at the stars deep in Gray Fog.
There are only three stars left that are shining with deep Red Light light and have established a mystical connection with themselves.
Heartbroken as if experiencing that day of death all over again, Klein gritted his teeth and wrote the divination word:
"Kill Angel's people."
"Who killed Klein?"
"Sorry, it's not my place to answer that."
The person in front of her had short golden brown hair and dark green eyes with sincerity and apology. He was the senior deacon who had met Angel once and helped her conceal her early promotion, "Goddess's Sword" Crestet.
He took off his Red Gloves at this time, and caressed the surface of the wooden table with his calloused hands. He also lowered the collar of his windbreaker, exposing his lips and chin. As he spoke, a semi-illusory and semi-transparent face seemed to emerge on the teeth exposed in the gap between his mouth.
"Then what can you answer?"
Angel asked with a frown. She was a little impatient after being politely rejected for several consecutive questions. However, the other party was a senior member of the church, and Beyonder was close to Demigod. She did not show these emotions.
"Answer what I can."
The other party smiled slightly and said.
"Let me change the question, where is this place?"
Looking at the surrounding stone walls, Angel asked again.
She guessed that this was an ancient building, such as a castle, or a monastery, but the doors and windows of the simple room were closed, so she could not get any more information.
Angel When he woke up again, he was already in this small room of only more than ten square meters. There were beds, tables, chairs, and oil lamps, but that was all. It was not even as good as the cheapest hotel.
By the way, there is also this senior deacon who has been sitting in front of him, one of the three giants "Red Gloves", Crestet Cesimir.
"I can answer you this. You are now Serenity Church in Winter County, or you can call it another name, Holy Cathedral."
Crestet answered in a calm tone, like a teacher who was following the instructions in class.
Holy Cathedral?
Angel mentally recalled what was described in the church's internal classics, the headquarters of Church of the Evernight Goddess, the power center of the church, the training ground for "Red Gloves", and the safekeeping place for most of the dangerous Sealed Artifact...
But how did he get here, and how did he sit in the same room as this "Goddess's Sword"?
The most important thing is, isn't he dead?
Looking at his fair-skinned right arm, which seemed to have never been burned by the "Bloodthirst" explosion, Angel had the illusion that he had died when the evil god Tingen City came to the scene, and then traveled through and possessed another similar person.
Evil God...Megose...
Thinking of what happened that day, Angel inevitably thought of Klein who died in front of him, Captain Dunn who could not be saved because "Damage Transfer" was too slow, and Street Park's countless broken limbs...
"When can I leave here?"
He withdrew his gaze from his right arm and looked back at Crestet sitting opposite. Angel raised a new question.
Since this guy doesn't want to say anything, let me investigate and take revenge myself!
"Sorry, it's not my fault..."
The other party showed a friendly but indifferent smile again.
"Then who should answer?"
Regardless of his status as a senior deacon, Angel interrupted Crestet's tired words.
"Let me answer you, Miss Angel."
Another voice appeared next to her ears. The voice had a calming atmosphere and soothed her restless heart.
Crestet The faint smile on his face disappeared and turned serious. He stood up solemnly, faced the corner of the room, and greeted with a hint of respect:
"Arianna."
Angel's pupils shrank.
As Nighthawks, this name is unavoidable common sense in religion and mysticism.
The head of the thirteen Archbishop, the dean of Evernight Cloister, is very likely to succeed the pope in the future... Any identity is well known within Church of Evernight.
Judging from Crestet's attitude towards her, it is very likely that the other party is Beyonder from High Sequence.
Looking in the direction of the sound, in Angel's Dark Vision, a black-haired lady with extremely ordinary features, wearing a simple linen robe and a bark belt appeared in the corner at some point.
Her bare feet covered with dust and scars stepped on the stone floor, and she walked slowly. Crestet quickly gave up her position and gave one of the two chairs in the room to this respected lady.
"Thank you, Crestet, please leave now. The people I brought need your help."
Arianna sat down casually, turned his head and said to Crestet, who was standing by without looking away. He nodded slightly after hearing her instructions, strode to the door, opened the door and left the room, closing the door gently, like a well-trained housekeeper.
Only then did Angel realize that when Arianna entered the room, there was no Door Opening at all.
She glanced at the window on the wall, which too was still closed.
"Miss Angel, now let's talk about the issues that interest you."
The quiet and peaceful voice sounded again, making Angel retract his gaze and look at Arianna sitting across the table.
She suddenly discovered that there were a few more items on the table at some point, as if they were there from the beginning, but she had never been able to find them.
A brass pocket watch engraved with the holy symbol "God of Steam and Machinery", a blood-stained dagger, a short black staff, a cracked citrine pendant, a pendant in the shape of Maple Leaf...
Seeing this, she thought of Street Park of Tingen North Borough, and Klein and the captain who died in front of her.
"Miss Angel."
Arianna softly called Angel. Her voice was not pleasant, but the power contained in it easily freed the latter from grief.
"Thank you, Lady Arianna."
This title is a sign of respect for Angel walking on the ground, and also a thank you for her actions just now.
"Just call me Arianna like Crestet, or just call me by my name," the black-haired lady in a simple robe smiled slightly, "You should have a lot of questions to ask, so let's start as soon as possible."