New Year
I stopped Mr. A from summoning the "Fallen Creator," why is no one rewarding me...? And I don't need 300,000 pounds, a tenth of that will do...
Of course, this is on the premise of discounting...
Klein sighed silently, then thought of his shares in his Bicycle Company.
He had initially thought it was a very successful investment that would surely yield rich returns in the future, but now, for some reason, he suddenly felt a bit disheartened.
Klein maintained a God demeanor, silently listening to the conversation.
A moment later, the final segment came to a close, and for the first time, he ended this week's Tarot Club with plenty of Spirituality energy still to spare.
Return to the Real World.
Klein used the Faceless's abilities to change his appearance and, guided by his Spirituality intuition, headed to the newly established Cemetery on the outskirts of the East Borough.
Through divination, he easily found his target—the graves of his Informant, Old Kohler, the laundry Female Workers Liv, and her eldest daughter Freya.
Klein stood silently for a long time, gazing at the layers of Urn stacked in the Tin Cabinet.
Before long, he added names and Epitaph to the three homeless wandering souls, and then found a nearby place to buy some offerings for their remembrance.
By the time all this was done, dusk was approaching.
On the way back to Black Palm Street, Klein suddenly heard a faint, layered prayer in his ears, which he could easily discern as coming from a man.
The Hanged Man? A Little "Sun"?
Back in the Safe House, he immediately took four steps backward to reach the Above the Gray Fog, and thanks to the other party's previous prayer, he successfully recalled the scene in his mind.
Upon seeing the appearance of the person praying, Klein couldn't help but be surprised:
Emlyn?
"This cough... does this Sanguine want me to break the Psychological Suggestion?"
Out of caution, he did not respond immediately, but planned to go to the Harvest Church the next day to subtly inquire about the reason.
at the same time.
On the deck of the White Swan.
While Hugh was focused on grilling fish by the campfire, Fors quietly tugged at Lorry's sleeve, indicating that they needed to talk somewhere else.
A moment later, the two reached the edge of the railing.
In the refreshing sea breeze, Fors glanced back at his friend from time to time while quickly and quietly telling Lorry the news he had heard that afternoon.
She already knew Fitz Posner's identity before.
Hereditary Lord?
"The Kingdom Atmospheric Pollution Investigation Committee?" Lorry was taken aback when he heard this, and even more so when Fors relayed the price of donating a Lord.
He made an "uh" sound and asked quietly:
Can I exchange it for cash?
Three hundred thousand Pound!
I deposited all that money in the bank, and the interest alone would exceed £10,000 a year, enough to support my luxurious lifestyle and the normal expenses for improving my financial situation!
Only a fool would want a title that has no substance!
Fors looked speechless and said irritably:
What do you think?
What a pity... Lorry sighed quietly in his heart:
"Let's talk about it when we get back."
"Anyway, I've already told my employees that I'm going back to Lenburg for the New Year, so even if they can't find me, they shouldn't suspect anything."
After saying that, he quietly added:
"Of course, this does not include the high-ranking members of the Goddess Church, such as His Your Excellency Saint Anthony, Lady Arianna, and so on..."
Because Fors was present, he resisted the urge to draw Crimson Moon on his chest, and only quietly praised the Goddess in his heart.
At that moment, Hugh shouted loudly from behind:
Have you two finished whispering to each other?
"Albert has almost eaten all the grilled fish!"
"Then why don't you stop him... Hugh, I'm starting to doubt the truth of what you said yesterday about beating Albert."
Lorry muttered as he walked back.
He was greeted by a sharp, piercing gaze and a half-cooked sea fish, its blood still lingering.
Fors, who was behind them, couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.
December 31st, the last day of the year.
Backlund, Ballroom.
Dressed in her finest attire, Audrey Hall ascended the high platform amidst the anticipation of the crowd and countless admiring glances, led by the Queen.
"Although this is a dark period in Backlund's history, we still have a gem that can illuminate the entire city. Her wisdom, her beauty, her character, and her manners are all impeccable."
Today, I will formally introduce her to you.
Miss Hall Audrey Hall.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, fireworks soared into the sky, exploding into dazzling bursts of light.
Audrey Hall, radiating an elegant smile, gazed at the dreamlike, luxurious scene before her, and a set of data subconsciously flashed through her mind:
"... According to preliminary statistics, more than 9,500 people died directly from the Great Smog, and the subsequent spread of the epidemic claimed nearly 15,000 lives, mainly the elderly, young children, and women with poor health, but also including some healthy young men and women..."
Meanwhile, at Desi Bay.
The two ladies stared at the crescent-shaped food in the White Porcelain Bowl, which was said to be a special way of eating Desi Pie, and fell into silence for a long time.
Fors's expression was strange:
"... Is this how you really eat the Desi Pie in Lenburg?"
"Do I need to cut it?" Hugh didn't think too much about it, holding the knife and gesturing as if looking for a suitable place to start.
She muttered, "Too small."
"Hehe, no need to cut it, just eat it."
Lorry smiled and nodded in response to Fors, then immediately demonstrated by skillfully picking up a Chopsticks with the chopsticks he had made that afternoon.
He dipped the dumpling in his homemade sauce and put it in his mouth.
A familiar taste welled up in his heart, and Lorry's expression froze for a moment before quickly returning to normal. He chewed a few times and swallowed it.
"That's how you eat it."
He smiled and gave the two ladies an encouraging look.
"I'll give it a try." Fors imitated Lorry's earlier gesture with great interest, picking up a dumpling with Chopsticks, coating it with seasoning, and savoring it with a delighted expression.
Her eyes lit up, and she urged:
"Xiu, you should try it too."
"This way of eating is really great!"
"Really?" Hugh muttered to himself, not quite believing it, but not wanting to be disappointed, he followed suit and clumsily picked up a dumpling.
Splat!
It fell back into the bowl.
Don't just purse your lips; instead, try again, unwilling to be outdone.
Splat!
Whew... Xiu exhaled forcefully.
Amidst Lorry's complaints that "you should use Chopsticks to eat these Desi Pie," she forked up the dumpling that had embarrassed her and shoved it into her mouth...
A night breeze blew in from the Terrace, brushing against Xiu's face.
She, who had just Fight Evil and ended up having to clean up all the dishes, suddenly stopped and stared at the whispering couple not far away.
Whew... She took a deep breath and winked at Albert, who was standing at their feet.
Da da da.
It didn't understand what "Don't even think about it" was trying to say, so it came over to take a look, only to be grabbed by the back of the neck and dragged directly into the Bedroom.
Albert's eyes were unfriendly:
Woof!
"You want to fight?"
"Idiot," Hugh said irritably, then, thinking that he had nothing else to do, he rolled up his sleeves and said, "You think I'm afraid of you?"
Soon, a clanging and clattering sound rang out.
On the Terrace.
"What's going on..." Fors said irritably without turning around.
"Let them be happy, it's New Year's after all." Lorry smiled and glanced at the woman beside him, reaching out to brush a stray strand of brown hair from her face.