Hazel's gaze froze instantly, and she felt something in her mind expanding rapidly, as if it was about to tear through the invisible barrier and burst out.

She instinctively looked away and curled up slightly.

Then, she felt a ray of light rising from the depths of her soul, exploding into countless fragments of memory in her mind, whistling back and forth.

She suddenly remembered what happened at home that day, her father, mother, maids, and menservants putting on glasses or pressing their eye sockets. The indescribable sense of horror was so vivid, as if it was engraved into her bones.

The expression on Hazel's face collapsed, and she huddled up into a ball, trembling. The maid in the carriage was shocked and quickly stood up, stretched out her hands, and tried to help her lady up.

"No!" Hazel's body trembled and she shouted in an almost shrill voice.

The maid was shocked and frightened. She stood there for a moment, not knowing how to react.

After shouting, Hazel calmed down a lot, rubbed her body and sat up, looking forward with extreme fear, only to see that the postman wearing a monocle had already entered another street, with only his back left.

"I, I just felt a little uncomfortable, but I'm much better now." Hazel turned her head and said reluctantly to the maid.

She found that she was not as scared as she remembered. It seemed that after a period of adaptation, she had begun to accept the situation.

Otherwise, I might have lost control just now... Why did I use the word "out of control"... Fortunately, I had forgotten this memory before, and I didn't do anything too eye-catching when I saw the postman, and it took about ten seconds for me to collapse, otherwise I might have been noticed, and something terrible might have happened... Hazel's thoughts flashed uncontrollably, and her body was still trembling slightly.

"Miss, do you need to go to the clinic?" the maid asked hurriedly.

Hazel shook her head instinctively, her mind in a mess, and said casually:

"Let's go to the 'Luen Charity Student Aid Fund' first. I remember there is a private clinic nearby."

"Okay." The maid turned around and told the driver to speed up.

Hazel took deep breaths continuously, trying to calm her tense, panicked and fearful mood.

I have to say, this had a certain effect. She didn't collapse immediately, but seemed to have calmed down a little.

At this time, a sparrow appeared above the carriage. It squinted its right eye and uttered human language in an almost silent voice:

“She seemed to have some unnecessary misunderstanding about me.

"It seems that 'I' have crossed paths with her before. Ah, she lives on Böklund Street. Interesting..."

Not long after, the carriage arrived at Pacefield Street. Seeing that the "Loen Charity Student Aid Fund" was not far away, Hazel suddenly said:

“Go to church.

“Let’s go to St. Samuel’s Church first!

"I want to say a prayer."

She wanted to tell the bishops everything that happened that day and what she saw today!

In the gap between the carriages, a black ant moved its right antennae and whispered in a human voice:

"Humans nowadays are so uncreative. They like to go to the church whenever something happens. I thought I would find something by following her. Next time, next time, I will steal the church in front of them."

As he spoke, the ant's other antenna moved.

Hai Luo immediately forgot what she had just said, forgot what she had recalled before, and forgot that she had met a postman wearing a monocle. She got off the carriage at the door of the "Loen Charity Student Aid Fund" and walked in with her maid.

Apparently, her maid and her coachman had forgotten the last order either.

At the Loen Charity Student Aid Fund, Audrey welcomed Hazel and took this new friend to participate in the aid activities for the injured soldiers on the front line.

Because the "world" Gehrman Sparrow mentioned that the leader of the Secret Order, Zaratul, and other angels had lurked in Backlund, Audrey cautiously gave up the third stage of treatment for Hazel, hoping that she would not recall her previous experience for the time being to avoid any accidents.

Her current plan is to help Hazel become more cheerful and enhance her ability to resist psychological trauma by participating in charity activities and busying herself with helping others.

…………

In the pirates' free city, Fors was drinking the local specialty high-concentration fruit wine and recording what he saw and encountered today.

Suddenly, she was inspired and looked to the side instinctively.

She immediately saw a figure emerge in the void, quickly taking shape. It was Gehrman Sparrow, who was wearing a half-top hat, a black windbreaker, and a stern face.

In a flash, Fors stood up with a wine glass and a pen, and spoke subconsciously:

"Good afternoon, er, Mr. Sparrow."

As she spoke, she hurriedly placed the items in her hands on the table.

Klein clicked his hat, looked around and said:

"Want to leave?"

Fors's eyes moved left and right and said:

"OK."

In the past few days, she has made a preliminary record of the characteristics of this city that are different from other places.

Klein didn't say anything. He pointed at the items on the desk with his chin, signaling Miss Magician to clean up quickly.

Fors did not hesitate at all and quickly sorted out the manuscript, as if she had heard the order.

Klein stood there, watching the other party busy, and suddenly said:

"How's that thriller coming along?"

Fors' body trembled slightly before answering:

“Almost there, almost there.”

Klein nodded slightly:

"How long will it take?"

"One week. No, five days. Five days at most." Fors answered quickly.

Klein didn't say anything more. He waited until Fors packed up the manuscript, pen, half a bottle of wine, and other souvenirs. He took two steps forward and grabbed the other's shoulder.

Countless indescribable figures passed by, and Fors was a little more relaxed than last time, even trying to "record" this "trip".

Not long after, she returned to Backlund, to the alley where she had disappeared before, 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 there is any information related to the 'Blood Emperor' Tudor, mainly various relics."

"Okay." Fors quickly agreed and expressed her gratitude.

After separating from Gehrman Sparrow, she returned to a street in the East District and entered the room she shared with Hugh.

Xio put down the newspaper, looked at his friend and said:

“Is it effective?”

"The effect is good. This time I went to a free city belonging to pirates..." Before Fors finished speaking, his face changed slightly and he said, "Give me my coffee beans and cigarettes."

"Why? Isn't it there?" Xio asked in confusion.

Fors walked straight to the room inside, sat down at the desk, spread out the manuscript, picked up the pen, and said without turning back:

“For the new book!

"Remember to make me some coffee!"

Xio followed to the bedroom door, opened his mouth when he heard that, but said nothing.

…………

In another place in the East District, in a rental house with a similar layout.

Since Zaratul has arrived in Backlund, it is unknown when Amon will be "lured" here. The true purpose of the "Red Angel" evil spirit is unknown, and it also intends to prevent George III from becoming the "Black Emperor". On the one hand, Klein is stepping up the digestion of the "Strange Mage", and on the other hand, he is also making various preparations.

At this moment, after dealing with the matter of the "magician", he spread out the letter paper and wrote:

“Dear Mr. Azik:

“I have learned a lot about ancient history during this period, and I believe you must be very interested in it, otherwise you would not have chosen to be a history teacher after losing your memory.

"This history is secret and cannot be told in a letter. When you wake up, I will share it with you in person...

"Also, I can now make a spell called 'Yesterday Reappears'. Once used, you can find your past self through the cracks in history and borrow strength from Him.

"This is actually not worth your attention. The most important thing is that it allows you to directly retrieve the memories from your past self without having to spend decades to awaken them bit by bit. I think you should like it...

"I have enclosed two pills with this letter. If you wake up, you can try their effects...

"I am currently in an environment full of undercurrents. If you come here, please be careful and observe the situation in advance...

"...I will try to do something about George III's promotion to 'Black Emperor', but the chances of success are slim...

"Finally, I wish you well and hope you wake up soon, your eternal student, Klein Moretti."

After folding the letter, Klein stuffed it into the envelope along with two "Yesterday Reappear" charms.

Then he took out the Azik copper whistle and blew it.

A huge skeleton messenger immediately emerged from the floor and took the letter while being a head lower than Klein.

Klein nodded slightly and watched the messenger disintegrate into bones and disappear.

After doing all this, he took out the paper crane that Will Auceptin had folded from his wallet with two fingers and wrote on it with pencil:

"I have something I want to ask you."

He then placed the paper crane under his pillow, lay down on it, and fell into a deep sleep with the help of "meditation".

Deep inside the pitch-black spire, Klein once again saw Will Auceptin, wrapped in silver silk and sitting in a black baby carriage.

Without waiting for the other party to speak, he asked directly:

"Do you know who can provide a way to accommodate 'uniqueness'? What kind of price would it cost?"

If the price is unbearable, then forget it... Klein added silently in his mind.

Will Auceptin, who was sucking his thumb, was stunned for a moment and said:

"You want me to accommodate the 'Dice of Probability'?"

Klein nodded solemnly:

“Whether you succeed or not, you have to try your best.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Will Auceptin's tears began to flow.

The fat baby beat his hands on his sides and cried very sadly, sobbing and saying:

"It's useless... It's too late... I've already rebooted, and I still need to grow for at least 22 years before I can accommodate 'uniqueness'... Why didn't you say this earlier...

"I am so unlucky... It must be that stupid snake Ouroboros that took away too much of my luck..."

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