With a sigh, Klein allowed himself to relax and enjoy the rare peace and comfort in his dream like a normal person.
About a quarter of an hour later, he finally waited for the extraordinary person from the church who came to comfort him to leave the dream.
“Finally… I can sleep peacefully…” Klein wanted to open his eyes out of habit and fall asleep again, but he found that once he didn’t have to be highly alert and vigilant, he could fall asleep directly with the remaining sense of tranquility in his dream.
That night, he slept very well and slept until dawn. The sun was rising outside, the red moon was still there, the sky was shining, and the wind was blowing softly.
Klein lazily sat in a daze for nearly ten minutes before he picked up the gold-cased pocket watch on the bedside table, opened it, and took a look.
"It's not even half past six... Should I turn over and continue sleeping, or get up now?" Klein examined his own state and saw that he was alert and energetic without feeling tired at all. He got out of bed, washed up, and walked to the balcony, looking out at the orange-red sky.
In Backlund at this time of year, the smog itself was not too serious due to the influence of the wind. In addition, there had been air pollution control efforts in the previous few months. At this time, the sky was clear and the air was fresh. The gardener was busy in the garden, and the kitchen maid and the miscellaneous male servant were heading to the market together. Apart from them, the surroundings were peaceful, which made Klein feel cheerful and bright. He forgot all his troubles for a short time and felt that the world belonged to him alone at this moment.
With a barely noticeable smile on his face, he quietly appreciated the scene. Over the next quarter of an hour, two or three servants came out of the surrounding houses one after another, some carrying baskets or leading horses. The whole block came alive little by little, and the sunlight gradually became brighter.
“This is what life should be like…” Klein sighed silently. He suddenly felt the urge to go out for a walk. He turned around, left the balcony, walked to the door, and turned the handle.
Outside his master bedroom, Richardson was already waiting there, making it impossible to guess what time he had gotten up.
This is the hardest part of being a valet, as he has to go to bed later and get up earlier than his employer.
"Breakfast will be ready in an hour. If you want to go earlier, the kitchen can prepare it in a quarter of an hour." Richardson did not ask why Dawn Dantes suddenly got up early.
Klein laughed and said:
"No need to go in advance. I plan to go for a walk first."
"Yes, sir." Richardson entered the bedroom, picked out the coat according to his employer's advice, and helped him put it on.
Finally, Klein put on his silk hat, took the inlaid scepter, went down to the first floor, walked out of the door, and walked slowly to the other end along the Intis sycamore trees and black gas lampposts on the street.
Along the way, there is a faint fragrance wafting from the garden of each house. The green leaves of the trees at high altitudes create a quiet and peaceful atmosphere. Pedestrians come and go in twos and threes, very rare. The occasional passing carriage breaks the silence and quickly goes away.
Klein enjoyed the morning environment and the beauty of waking up early. He felt that the remaining traces of yesterday's negative emotions were evaporating and disappearing bit by bit.
Well, Extraordinary people must know how to take the initiative to create conditions and adjust their moods... After I walk around like this, the bishops of Saint Samuel Church should know that Dwayne Dantès has fully recovered and will not disturb my sleep in the middle of the night... As Klein's thoughts wandered, his eyes casually swept across No. 39 Boklund Street next to him.
This is the home of Congressman Macht.
Its outer wall is made up of sharp iron bars, allowing passers-by to pass through the gaps and enjoy the beautiful scenery of the garden inside.
As his sight moved, Klein saw a familiar figure. It was Hazel, who had long dark green hair and dark brown eyes. This beautiful and proud girl was walking on the garden path with her maid, looking around from time to time.
She also got up so early? She couldn't go to the sewer in the middle of the night recently, so her sleep quality was very good? Klein complained in his heart, retracted his gaze, and paced forward.
Glancing at Richardson who was following him calmly from the side, Klein suddenly recalled the news reports, magazine columns, and stories he had read recently about the Southern Continent.
He had been consciously reading content in similar fields in order to enrich the character of Dwayne Dantes. After all, much of his previous knowledge of the southern continent came from pirates, adventurers, and Anderson, the strongest hunter in the Misty Sea. Who knew if there was any exaggeration or fabrication.
The information I read in the past and recently was all about someone going to the Southern Continent, making a fortune, or simply moving there. Haha, this made the people of Backlund believe that the Southern Continent was full of gold and full of opportunities to get rich. Even the sap of the common trees there had many uses and could be exchanged for a large amount of gold pounds. That was why the kingdom often went to war with countries like Feysac and Intis to seize colonies... If the civilians had not saved enough money for the ship and were afraid to cross the border illegally, there would definitely be a large number of people flocking there... Klein's thoughts turned, and he casually asked his substitute male servant:
"What do you think the Southern Continent looks like?"
He remembered that Richardson was born in the manor there and was brought to Backlund only when he came of age.
Richardson was silent for a few seconds and said:
"Sir, I don't know much about the Southern Continent because I am busy in the manor most of the time and rarely have the opportunity to go out."
"Just tell me your impression, the most honest impression. Don't worry about anything. I just want to get a general idea. You know, they all think I'm an expert on the Southern Continent, but in fact, my experience is limited to a few places and the merchant class." Klein laughed.
Richardson lowered his head little by little, looked at his toes as he stepped forward and said:
“My impression of the Southern Continent is:
"Hunger, fatigue, pain, and longing for the world after death..."
Hungry, tired, and in pain... Klein repeated these three words in his mind as he walked step by step along Boklund Street without asking any more questions.
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In a building on the edge of Stoen University in East Chester County.
Audrey is touring the collections acquired by the Loen Antiquities Collection and Preservation Foundation.
She originally planned to come here on Tuesday afternoon, but Associate Professor Michel Deit was attending an academic conference in Backlund and would not be able to return until today, so she had to change her plans.
"This pair of boots was found by a farmer near Stoen in a ruin in the mountains. Its shape and characteristics are very similar to the social trends of the Quaternary." Michel introduced the items in the glass display case to the noble and beautiful girl.
Audrey looked over with great interest and noticed that the tips of the boots were obviously raised, which seemed to belong to the clown.
The heights of the two sides are not consistent, one is 3 cm and the other is 5 cm, they don't look like a pair.
The asymmetrical style of the Quaternary Epoch... I don't know which class the three on the left and five on the right represent... Audrey retracted her gaze and followed Associate Professor Michel to the next collection.
At the end of the tour, Michelle pointed to the glass display case in front of him and said:
"This emblem was delivered just a few days ago. It involves the very ancient worship of the dragon."
A giant dragon... Audrey took a reserved step forward and moved closer. She saw a giant gray-white dragon with its wings spread out engraved on the emblem.
"Where did it come from?" Audrey asked, no different than before.
Michelle replied:
"A village called Hedrak. This Loen word has no prototype in the ancient Feysac language. It seems to be spelled directly according to the pronunciation."
Hedlak... This is the village I visited before that has the custom of dragon worship, where a psychic dragon lives in the collective subconscious of the people... The Twenty Years' War Notes I got from Associate Professor Michel before belonged to a knight named "Lindilla" who came out of this village. He is suspected to be related to the psychic dragon... Audrey nodded thoughtfully, choosing her words, wanting to ask who found the emblem.
At this moment, Associate Professor Michel's expression became extremely serious:
"The discovery of this emblem was accompanied by a tragedy."
"Tragedy?" Audrey did not hide her astonishment.
Associate Professor Michelle exhaled and said:
"An archaeological team entered the village to study the customs of dragon worship. As a result, one of the members went crazy at night, and this mental illness seemed to be contagious. The entire archaeological team later became crazy one after another. They killed each other or mutilated themselves. No one survived.
"This emblem was found among their belongings. It was first taken away by the police, and then donated to us after confirming that there was no problem with it."
An archaeological team entered the village, and the members went crazy one after another... Audrey's eyes widened slightly as she repeated Associate Professor Michel's words in her mind.
Suddenly, an idea flashed through her mind:
Psychological Alchemy!
The members of this archaeological team are all members of the Psychological Alchemy Society!
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