Chapter 170 End and Beginning
Klein looked around blankly. In the cold night wind, surrounded by tombstones, new and old, his numb mind gradually began to work, and he recognized that this was the Raphael Cemetery he often patrolled.
"The cemetery... I died and then came back to life?"
He raised his muddy hands and examined them carefully under the crimson moonlight, only to discover that his broken left forearm had returned to his body.
I used my right hand to stroke my left elbow through my clothes. The broken part still hurts a little.
Did they sew up his severed arm after his body was buried?
What about the chest?
He reacted, brushed off the dirt on his chest, unbuttoned his clothes, pulled them open, and looked at his left breast.
The hideous fist-sized wound and the missing heart inside were wriggling and gradually healing.
It was like waking up in Tingen City and seeing the gunshot wound on his temples healing rapidly in the mirror. The only difference was that this time the healing was slower and more difficult.
"Sure enough, the original 'Klein' did succeed in committing suicide, but after I traveled through time, his body was also restored by this power."
"But this time the recovery will be much slower. Perhaps after one more time, or at most two more times, this power will no longer be able to 'revive' me."
He stood like a sculpture for several minutes with his chest exposed in the slightly cold night wind. Klein sighed and buttoned up his shirt and tuxedo to hide his almost-healing wounds.
Then he turned around and looked at his tombstone, which had a black and white photo of himself and a three-line epitaph engraved on it.
"Klein Moretti, the best brother, the best brother, the best colleague... Haha, that last sentence must have been written by Leonard."
Silently reciting others' comments about him, Klein gave a wry smile and began to restore the coffin lid and grave pit. Finally, he covered it with a stone slab, as if he was burying another version of himself.
"If this slab of stone were heavier, I might not be able to get out. I have to remind them next time..."
Surprised at his own sense of humor, Klein forced a smile uglier than crying. He patted his muddy hands and glanced at another tombstone nearby.
Angel Granger.
The memories that he had always been reluctant to touch still flooded into his mind.
"So you were right next to me..."
Slowly approaching Angel's tombstone, he sat down on the grass next to it, which was covered with loose soil and dew, and stroked 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. Here I have a new family, new friends and colleagues, and you too... We're not high-ranking, so we can stop advancing and even find an opportunity to switch to a civilian position and retire early."
"Then, we'll take our savings and move to the warm and pleasant Dixie Bay and buy a big house with a garden and a sea view. We'll make new friends, but it doesn't matter if we don't have them. Benson and Melissa will come visit often, but it doesn't matter if they don't. The most important thing is that you're there..."
He choked up and wiped his eyes with the back of his muddy hand, causing tears to flow from his eyes and blurring his vision.
"I don't know what I am now, or why I was able to climb out of the coffin again... Maybe this is an opportunity, a chance for revenge..."
Muttering to himself, he climbed up from the grass, felt in the pocket of his tuxedo, and took out the copper whistle he had found when filling the grave just now, and the amethyst pendant that had originally been placed in the pocket.
After placing the pendant with a gold chain in front of the tombstone, Klein took two steps back. Then, feeling something was wrong, he stepped forward again and picked up the pendant.
If I leave it here, I'm afraid it will be taken away by someone else in less than 24 hours...
He wrapped the pendant tightly around his left wrist, lowered his cuffs, and said solemnly:
"I'll find him."
After saying this, Klein's body was filled with strength again. As if afraid of disturbing Angel, he stepped back lightly until he passed a few tombstones, then took four steps in the opposite direction and entered the gray fog space.
He wants to use the divination on the gray fog to find the real murderer who is hiding behind the scenes, controlling everything, and ultimately killing himself and Angel.
Originally, due to insufficient information, he could only divine the Red Chimney House, but this time, the person behind the scenes took matters into their own hands and appeared before him. With enough information and the magical gray mist, he would surely be able to divine more.
Sitting on his seat, the Fool's, at the long bronze table, Klein materialized parchment and a pen. Just as he was about to write down the divination, his gaze involuntarily lifted, looking toward the stars in the depths of the gray fog.
Only three stars remained, shining with crimson light and having established a mystical connection with him.
Heartbroken as if reliving that day's death, Klein gritted his teeth and wrote down the divination words:
"The one who killed Angel."
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"Who killed Klein?"
"Sorry, that's not for me to answer."
The person in front of him had short golden brown hair and his dark green eyes were filled with sincerity and apology. He was the senior deacon "Sword of the Goddess" Creste who had met Angel once and helped her conceal her early promotion.
He took off his red gloves and stroked the wooden table with his calloused hands. The collar of his windbreaker was lowered, revealing his lips and chin. As he spoke, a half-illusory and half-transparent face seemed to emerge from the teeth exposed between his mouth.
"So what can you answer?"
Angel asked with a frown. She was already feeling a little impatient after several of her questions were politely rejected. However, the other party was a high-ranking official in the church and an extraordinary person who was close to being a demigod, so 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 stone walls around him, Angel asked again.
She guessed it was an ancient building, like a castle or a monastery, but the doors and windows of the simple rooms were closed, so she couldn't get any more information.
When Angel woke up again, he was already in this small room of only more than ten square meters. There was a bed, a table and chairs, and an oil lamp, but that was all. It was not even as good as the cheapest hotel.
Oh, and there was also the senior deacon who had been sitting in front of him, one of the three giants of the “Red Gloves”, Creste Cesimma.
"I can answer that for you. You are currently in the Quiet Church in Wintershire, or you can call it by its other name, the Holy Church."
Krestey answered in a flat tone, like a teacher reading from a textbook in class.
Temple?
Angel recalled the contents described in the church's internal texts: the headquarters of the Church of the Evernight Goddess, the church's power center, the training base for the "Red Gloves", and the safekeeping place for most of the dangerous seals...
But how did he get here, and how did he end up sitting in the same room with this "Sword of the Goddess"?
The most important thing is, isn't he dead?
Looking at his right arm, which had fair skin and seemed to have never been burned by the "Thirsty Blood" explosion, Angel had an illusion that he had died at the scene of the evil god's arrival in Tingen City, and had traveled through time and space and possessed another similar person.
The evil god...Megose...
Thinking about what happened that day, Angel inevitably recalled Klein's death before his eyes, Captain Dunn's failure to save him due to the slow "damage transfer," and the countless broken limbs in the park...
"When can I get out of here?"
Angel withdrew his gaze from his right arm and looked at Crested who was sitting opposite him, and asked a new question.
Since this guy doesn't want to say anything, let me investigate and take revenge on my own!
"Sorry, this isn't my place..."
The other party once again showed a friendly but distant smile.
"Who should answer that?"
Regardless of his status as a senior deacon, Angel interrupted Crestai's words, which were already boring to hear.
"Let me answer you, Miss Angel."
Another voice appeared beside her ear, and the voice brought a peaceful atmosphere, soothing her restless heart.
The faint smile on Krestai's face disappeared, and he turned serious. He stood up solemnly, facing the corner of the room, and greeted with a hint of respect:
"Ms. Arianna."
Angel's pupils shrank slightly.
As a Night Watchman, this name is common knowledge that cannot be avoided in religious studies and mysticism.
The head of the thirteen archbishops, the abbot of the Monastery of Night, and very likely to succeed the Pope in the future... Any of these identities is well-known within the Church of Night.
Judging from Krestey's attitude towards her, the other party was most likely a High-Sequence Beyonder.
Looking in the direction of the sound, in Angel's dark vision, a black-haired lady with very ordinary features, wearing a simple linen robe and a bark belt appeared in the corner of the wall.
Her bare feet, covered in dust and scars, walked slowly over the stone floor. Krestey quickly made way and gave one of the two chairs in the room to this distinguished lady.
"Thank you, Krestey. Now please leave. The people I brought here need your help."
Arianna sat down casually and turned her head to speak to Krestel, who was standing beside her without looking away. After hearing her instructions, he nodded slightly, strode to the door, opened it, and left the room, closing the door gently, like a well-trained butler.
Angel then realized that Arianna hadn't opened the door when she entered the room.
She glanced at the window on the wall, which was still closed.
"Ms. Angel, now let's talk about the issue that interests you."
The quiet and peaceful voice sounded again, causing Angel to look away and towards Arianna who was sitting across the table.
She suddenly realized that there were a few more items on the table, as if they had been there from the beginning, but she had never noticed them.
A brass pocket watch engraved with the holy emblem of the "God of Steam and Machinery", a blood-stained dagger, a black short staff, a cracked topaz pendant, a maple leaf-shaped pendant...
Seeing this, she thought of the central park in the northern district of Tingen, and of Klein and the captain who died in front of her.
"Miss Angel."
Arianna called Angel softly. Her voice was not pleasant, but the power contained in it easily helped the latter get rid of his grief.
"Thank you, Your Highness Arianna."
This title is a respect for the angel walking on the earth and a thank you for her actions just now.
"Just call me Ms. Arianna, like Krestel did, or just call me by my name," the dark-haired lady in a simple robe smiled slightly. "You probably have a lot of questions, so let's get started quickly."
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