67 Red Sycamore Street, Conant, Dicey County.

Klein, with a face that was more common in the Kingdom of Zhangluen, took a step forward and rang the doorbell.

Less than a minute later, the door creaked open, and a maid in a black and white dress poked her head out to look around for a few seconds, then asked in confusion:

"Good evening, who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Mrs. Nilu. I'm a friend of her father, David Raymond." Klein replied calmly.

David Raymond was the "nightmare" he released from the "Creeping Hunger" and the "Red Gloves" in the "Nighthawks". What he missed most in the end was his daughter, Nylu Raymond. He felt very guilty for not being able to accompany her to grow up, causing her to lose her mother and almost lose her father at the same time. Klein promised him at the time that if he had the chance, he would come to this beautiful coastal city to help him see how his daughter was doing.

After making inquiries beforehand, Klein had already gained a general understanding of Nelue Raymond's situation. After graduating from grammar school, this girl joined the Church of the Evernight Goddess's "Women and Children Care Foundation" and worked there. Her weekly salary reached 2 pounds 10 soli, and she was the envy of her neighbors.

She also inherited a fortune from her "businessman" father. No one knows exactly how much, but we only know that she is richer than most middle-class people.

Normally, a girl with enough wealth would be very cautious about marriage and would repeatedly select and examine, which often leads to late marriage. However, Nilu married a government employee only one year after she started working.

Because both of them believed in the "Goddess of Night", she did not take her husband's surname and was still called Nilu Raymond. She still lived at No. 67 Hong Wutong Street and had never moved away.

After hearing Klein's answer, the maid hurriedly asked him to wait and went into the living room to report.

Not long after, a lady in a home dress walked to the door. She had black hair, blue eyes, long and thin cheeks, and good facial features. She looked somewhat like David Raymond.

"Good evening, sir. I am Nilu, the daughter of David Raymond. May I ask when did you first meet my father?" Nilu Raymond asked politely but warily.

Klein took off his hat and said with a smile:

"We met at sea, and it's been several years."

Nilu Raymond glanced at the other side with a little caution and said:

"Perhaps you don't know yet, he has passed away."

Klein sighed:

"I know. He and I met during that disaster. He said something at the time. I didn't take it seriously at first, but the more I thought about it over the past few years, the more I felt that I should let you know."

"Really?" Nilu whispered, and after thinking for a moment, she said, "Please come in. Do you mind if my husband listens too?"

“It all depends on your decision.” Klein responded calmly.

Nina nodded and led Klein into the study. Her husband, a government employee with an ordinary appearance and a gentle temperament, put down the newspaper and followed in.

After both parties sat down, Klein looked at the couple on the sofa opposite him and said after some consideration:

"Mr. David Lemon once experienced a disaster and lost his father, mother, wife, brother and sister."

Nilu nodded expressionlessly:

"I know."

Klein thought for a moment and continued:

"He appears to be a businessman, but in reality he is hunting down the perpetrators of the disaster."

"I know." Nina said without much reaction.

Klein glanced at her and continued:

"He devoted his heart and soul to this matter. It's a pity that he was not able to accompany you to grow up properly. You almost lost your father while losing your mother."

Nina was silent for a second, then responded quickly:

"I know!"

Klein glanced at the old books around him and sighed silently:

"He said that his greatest hope is to see you have your own marriage and family under the witness of the goddess, and no longer be alone. I think he should be very relieved now."

Nilu's eyes slowly moved away from Klein's face, and she opened her mouth and paused for two seconds before answering:

"……I know."

Klein leaned forward slightly, clasped his hands together and said:

"He said he might die at sea. Let me tell you, he died in an accident. All the murderers have been punished. You don't need to hate anyone anymore.

"He also said he loved you very much and he was sorry."

Nina was silent for a few seconds, blinked, turned her head to look to the side, and sighed with an unclear emotion:

"I see……"

Klein looked at her deeply, then slowly stood up and said:

"I have conveyed my message. I should leave now."

The response from the other side was silence, and Nilu's husband nodded slightly to express his gratitude.

Klein turned around and walked towards the study door. Just as he turned the handle, he heard Nelue Raymond's low and hoarse voice from behind him:

"What kind of person do you think he is?"

Klein was silent for a second, turned around, raised the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile:

"A guardian."

He did not stop, opened the door of the study and walked to the coat rack.

When he put on his top hat and left No. 67 Hongwutong Street, a thin, suppressed cry suddenly sounded and entered his ears.

Shaking his head silently, Klein left the neighborhood and entered a church of the Goddess of Night.

He walked through the deep, quiet aisle and sat in the seventh row from the back, facing the dark holy emblem with a half red moon and bright stars. He took off his hat, lowered his head, and clasped his hands in front of his mouth, just like most of the believers here.

Time passed quickly in the silent silence and tranquility. Klein slowly opened his eyes and stood up very gently.

There was something wrapped in paper left at the spot where he was sitting.

Klein walked along the aisle, out of the prayer hall, and to the door of the church.

He turned his back inside, put on his top hat, raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

Bang!

The paper on his previous position suddenly caught fire, attracting the pastor's attention. When the gentleman rushed over, the flame had gone out, leaving behind a dark, gem-like colloid.

"This is..." Although the pastor didn't know what the gelatinous substance was, his inspiration told him that it was very important!

When he and other priests chased outside the church, the gentleman in a swallowtail suit and half-top hat had disappeared.

The next morning.

Klein, who obtained a new identity through the local black market, arrived at the steam train station.

He held a second-class ticket worth 18 soli and his identity document in one hand, and a black leather suitcase in the other. He stood tall on the platform, waiting for the train to Backlund to arrive.

Now, he looks like a middle-aged man in his late 40s, a little over 180cm tall, with black hair mixed with a few silver threads, blue eyes as deep as a lake at night, and very attractive facial features, with a mature taste and elegant temperament.

Klein looked down at the identity document in his hand and saw his current name:

"Dwayne Dantès."

After thinking for a moment, he put the suitcase on the ground, spread it open, and stuffed all his identification documents into it.

Inside the suitcase was a small black wooden box containing the ashes of former Loen soldier Longzel Edward.

Just as Klein had packed his suitcase, he heard a humming sound. A steam train, puffing smoke, rumbled into the platform, then slowed down and stopped.

He raised his head and looked forward, looking around silently for a few seconds, then whispered to the suitcase:

"It's time to go back..."

He immediately stood up, picked up his belongings, and walked step by step towards the opened door of the carriage.

…………

Backlund, Cherwood District, 26 Kingst Street.

Benson took off his hat and coat and handed them to the maid. He looked at his sister Melissa who was concentrating on reading in the living room and said:

"The entrance exam will be in June. You can finally understand the pain I went through studying so hard before."

Melissa didn't look up, still reading the book and said:

“I study hard every day.”

"Have some humor, Melissa. Have some humor. What's the difference between a person who doesn't understand humor and a curly-haired baboon?" Benson said with a smile.

Melissa glanced at him casually and said:

"That's not what you said before."

She didn't dwell on the difference between humans and curly-haired baboons, but asked:

“Do government employees also finish work this late?”

"No, it's just that there have been a lot of things recently. You know, oh, you don't know, in this kind of big change, the handover of previous and later work and the sorting out of different relationships are all very troublesome." Benson glanced at a mirror in the living room, and couldn't help raising his hand to tidy up his hair. He said with a not very happy expression, "Although I am just a small employee in the Ministry of Finance, it does not prevent me from having a lot of work. The only thing that comforts me is that I have finally passed the damn internship period, and I will have a weekly salary of 3 pounds next!"

Melissa put down the book and said to Benson as she walked towards the restaurant:

"It's time for dinner."

She paused and said seriously:

"I read in the newspaper before that there is something called the sap of the Toningsman tree, which is very effective for hair growth."

Benson's expression suddenly became complicated.

…………

Woo!

With the sound of the whistle, the long steam train rumbled into Backlund.

Carrying his suitcase, Klein once again set foot on the land of this "City of All Capitals" and "Land of Hope". He found that the fog was much thinner than before and no longer had a distinct yellowish color. The gas street lamps on the platform were not lit early to dispel the gloom and darkness.

After looking around, Klein left the steam train station, took the subway and a horse-drawn carriage, and came directly to a Storm Church cemetery outside the West District.

Then, he spent a small amount of money and placed Longzel Edward's urn in a cabinet.

At this time, more than 165 years had passed since the day this Loen soldier left Backlund.

Taking a step back and staring deeply for a while, Klein shook the paper into iron and engraved on the cabinet door:

"Lonzel Edward."

He closed his eyes and wrote again:

“Every journey has an end.”

(End of Part 3)

PS: For the third update, I would like to thank the Seals, the Silver Alliance and everyone else. I will write a summary at the end of the volume tomorrow.