Hibbert's gaze froze instantly, as if something in her mind was rapidly expanding, about to tear through an invisible barrier and burst forth.
She instinctively looked away and curled up slightly.
Then, she felt a light rise from the depths of her soul, exploding into countless fragments of memory in her mind, rushing back and forth with a whooshing sound.
She suddenly remembered what had happened at home that day, the way her father, mother, maid, and servants either put on glasses or pressed their eye sockets. The indescribable sense of horror was so vivid, as if it were engraved into her bones.
Hibbert's expression collapsed, and she curled up into a ball, trembling. The maid in the carriage was stunned and quickly got up, reaching out her hands to try to help her mistress up.
"No!" Hibbert shuddered and cried out in an almost shrill voice.
The maid was both surprised and frightened, and stood frozen in place, unsure of how to react.
After shouting, Hibbert calmed down a bit. She sat up, rubbing her hands together, and looked ahead with extreme fear. She saw that the postman with the monocle had already entered another street, leaving only his back view.
"I... I wasn't feeling well just now, but I'm much better now," Hibbert said, turning her head to the maid with difficulty.
She found that she wasn't as terrified as she remembered, and it seemed that after a period of adjustment, she was able to accept the situation.
Otherwise, I might have lost control just now... Why did I use the word "lost control"... Fortunately, I had forgotten this memory before, and I didn't do anything too eye-catching when I saw the postman. It took about ten seconds before I broke down, otherwise I might have been noticed, and something terrible might have happened... Hibbert's thoughts Blink uncontrollably, and her body still trembled slightly.
"Miss, do you need to go to the clinic?" the maid asked hurriedly.
Hibbert instinctively shook her head, her mind a jumble of thoughts, and casually said:
"Go to the ' Loen Charity Bursary Foundation ' first; I remember there's a private clinic nearby."
"Yes, sir." The maid turned and instructed the coachman to speed up.
Hibbert took deep breaths repeatedly, trying to calm her tense, panicked, and fearful state of mind.
It has to be said that this had some effect; she seemed to have calmed down a bit since she hadn't completely collapsed.
Just then, a sparrow appeared above the carriage, seemingly out of nowhere. It squinted its right eye and uttered a barely audible human-sounding utterance:
She seems to have some unnecessary misunderstanding about me.
"It seems 'I' have crossed paths with her before. Ah, she's a resident of Böklund Street. Interesting..."
Before long, the carriage arrived at Phelps Street. Seeing the " Loen Charity Bursary Foundation " not far away, Hibbert suddenly spoke:
"Go to church."
"Let's go to Saint Samuel Cathedral first!"
I want to say a prayer.
She wanted to tell the bishops everything that happened that day and what she had seen today!
From a gap in the carriage, a black ant twitched its right antennae and whispered in a human voice:
"Humans these days have no creativity. They always go to church when they have a problem. I thought I'd discover something by following her. Next time, next time, I'm going to steal the church right in front of them."
As they were speaking, one of the ant's other antennae twitched.
Hibbert immediately forgot what she had just said, forgot what she had been recalling, and forgot that she had encountered a postman wearing a monocle. She got off the carriage at the entrance of the " Loen Charity Bursary Foundation " and went inside with her maid.
Clearly, neither her maid nor her coachman remembered the previous instruction.
Inside the " Loen Charity Bursary Foundation," Audrey greeted Hibbert and, with her new friend, joined in the aid activities for wounded soldiers on the front lines.
Because "The World" Gehrman Sparrow mentioned that the Angel, including Zaratul, the leader of the Secret Order, had infiltrated Backlund, Audrey cautiously abandoned the third stage of treatment for Hibbert, hoping that he would temporarily not recall his previous experiences to avoid any accidents.
Her current plan is to help Hibbert gradually become more cheerful and stronger in resisting psychological trauma by participating in charity activities and helping others.
In the pirates' free city, Fors was drinking a local specialty, high-proof fruit wine, Record his observations and encounters of the day.
Suddenly, she was struck by Spirit Intuition and instinctively looked to the side.
She immediately saw a figure appear in the void, quickly taking shape. It Gehrman Sparrow, wearing a top hat, a black trench coat, and with a cold and stern face.
With a swift movement, Fors stood up, holding a wine glass and a pen, and instinctively said:
Good afternoon, uh, Mr. Sparrow.
As she spoke, she hurriedly placed the items she was holding on the table.
Klein adjusted his top hat, looked around, and said:
"Do you want to leave?"
Fors glanced left and right and said:
"OK."
In the past few days, she has made initial Record on the unique characteristics of this city that distinguish it from other places.
Klein didn't speak, but gestured with his chin to the items on the desk, indicating to Miss " Magician " to hurry up and tidy up.
Without the slightest hesitation, Fors quickly began tidying up the manuscript, as if he had already received the order.
Klein stood there, watching the other person busy, and suddenly spoke:
"How's the thriller story coming along?"
Fors' body trembled almost imperceptibly before he answered:
"It'll be soon, it'll be soon."
Klein nodded slightly:
"How much longer?"
"A week, no, five days, five days at most," Fors replied quickly.
Klein didn't say anything more. After Fors finished packing up the manuscript, pen, half a bottle of wine, and other souvenirs, he took two steps forward and grabbed Fors's shoulder.
Countless indescribable figures swept past, and Fors was more relaxed than last time, even attempting to " Record " this " Travel ".
Not long after, she returned to Backlund, back to the alley where she had disappeared, and heard "The World" Gehrman Sparrow say:
"Rest for a few days before setting off again."
"Pay attention to the reply. Also, ask your teacher again if they have any information about the ' Blood Emperor ' Tudor, mainly about various ruins."
"Okay," Fors quickly agreed and thanked her.
After parting ways with Gehrman Sparrow, she returned to a street in the East Borough and went to the room she shared with Hugh.
Xiu put down the newspaper and looked at his friend, saying:
Does it work?
"It worked well. This time I went to a free city that belonged to pirates..." Fors's expression changed slightly before he finished speaking, "Give me my coffee beans and cigarettes."
"Why? Isn't it there?" Hugh asked, quite puzzled.
Fors walked straight to the inner room without stopping, sat down at the desk, spread out the manuscript, picked up the pen, and said without turning her head:
For the new book!
Remember to make me some coffee!
Hugh followed to the bedroom door, opened his mouth upon hearing this, but said nothing.
In another location in the East Borough, in a rental apartment with a similar layout.
With Zaratul already arrived in Backlund, Amon potentially being "lured" over at any time, the true purpose of the " Red Angel " Evil Spirit remains unknown, as it also intends to prevent George III from becoming the " Black Emperor." Klein is simultaneously working to digest the " Bizarro Sorcerer " and making various preparations.
At this moment, having dealt with the " Magician " matter, he unfolded the letter paper and began to write:
"Dear Mr. Azik:
"I've learned a lot about ancient history recently, and I believe you'd be very interested in it. Otherwise, you wouldn't have chosen to become a history teacher after losing your memory."
"These historical events are Concealment and cannot be discussed in a letter. I will share them with you in person when you wake up..."
"Furthermore, I can now create a spell called ' Yesterday Once More,' which, once used, allows you to find your past self through the gaps in history and borrow power from Him."
"This isn't really something you need to worry about. The most important thing is that it allows you to directly retrieve memories from your past self, without having to spend decades slowly awakening them. I think you'll like that..."
"I've enclosed two with this letter. If you wake up, you can try them out and see how they work..."
"I'm currently in a turbulent environment. If you come here, please be careful and observe the situation beforehand..."
"... Regarding George III's ascension to the ' Black Emperor,' I will try to do something, but the chances of success are very slim..."
"Finally, I wish you well and a speedy recovery, your forever student, Klein Moretti."
After folding the letter, Klein placed it, along with two " Yesterday Once More " charms, into the envelope.
Then he took out the Azik Copper Whistle and blew it.
A giant skeletal messenger immediately emerged from the floor and accepted the letter, bowing slightly to Klein.
Klein nodded slightly, watching the messenger disintegrate into bones and disappear.
Having done all this, he took the paper crane folded by Will Auceptin out of his wallet with two fingers and wrote on it with a pencil:
There's something I'd like to ask you.
He then placed the paper crane under his pillow, lay down on it, and, through " Cogitation," drifted into a deep sleep.
Deep within that dark spire, Klein once again saw Will Auceptin, wrapped in silver silk and sitting in a black baby carriage.
Before the other person could speak, he asked directly:
Do you know who you can get a way to accommodate ' Uniqueness '? And what kind of price would you have to pay?
If the price is unbearable, then forget it... Klein silently added to himself.
Will Auceptin, paused for a moment and said:
You want me to accommodate the ' Die of Probability '?
Klein nodded solemnly:
"Whether we succeed or not, we have to try."
As soon as he finished speaking, Will Auceptin's tears began to stream down his face.
The chubby baby pounded the ground beside him, crying very sadly, and sobbing as he said:
"It's no use... It's too late... I've already Restart, and it will take at least twenty-two more years to grow before I'm able to accommodate ' Uniqueness '... Why didn't you say that sooner..."
"I'm so unlucky... It must be that stupid serpent Ouroboros who stole too much of my luck..."
P. S.: Updated first, revised later.