Fors, who had just returned from the icy world not long ago, wrapped herself in thick clothes and looked at the charcoal-burning stove in front of her, as if she had fallen back into that harsh environment. She couldn't help shivering and said:
“George III is dead. What happened before will definitely come to an end. Maybe we can move away from here, to North Borough, to Hillston. The houses there have fireplaces!”
Xio sat on the chair opposite, also staring at the stove that gave off warmth, and replied with a slightly confused expression:
“Wait a week or two. To be honest, I still can't believe George III was blown up like that… I haven't done anything yet.”
The bounty hunter, who had become a “Judge,” spoke with obvious disappointment, confusion, and bewilderment, as if she had suddenly lost her motivation in life.
Fors briefly forgot the harm brought by the cold and, thinking, tried to comfort her:
“I think it was either Gehrman Sparrow who did it, or those people who used Sherman before. Only they were still investigating George III's secret schemes. You also made a certain contribution to George III's death, so indirectly completed your revenge. Um… the surveillance and suppression targeting your family should stop now. You can try to start a new life. If there's a chance, maybe you can even appeal for your father through official channels.”
Hearing the latter part, Xio suddenly raised her head:
“Yes, the situation is getting more and more chaotic. I'm very worried they will be affected by the war. Fors, tell me, which is safer, Backlund or a normal small town not near the border?”
Fors thought seriously for a few seconds, then honestly shook her head:
“I don't know.” She added immediately, “I'm going to ask Mr. World. He definitely has a more accurate grasp of the overall situation. Do you remember? He warned us in advance that something would happen around George III and told us to stay away as much as possible.”
In addition, Fors also wanted to ask where the next stop of “travel” would be so she could prepare in advance.
“Mm!” Xio nodded instinctively.
Fors flipped through the newspaper on her lap, drank the rest of her coffee, then slowly got up, entered the inner room, and whispered a prayer to Mr. Fool, asking Him to pass her questions to “The World” Gehrman Sparrow.
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God Abandoned Land, near the
Klein, no longer deeply “parasitized,” followed
Although Amon gave him the chance to try to escape by all means, he was not eager to do so, because he knew well that Amon now had at least Sequence 2 rank and strength and was a true Angel, not someone he could confront head-on. Moreover, the “Thief” was known as Error, Loophole, Bug, with strange and unpredictable abilities that were hard to guard against. Klein believed that the self-rescue methods that normally came to mind would basically be ineffective.
He could only be patient and look for opportunities to exploit… In the process, he would continually make attempts to observe Amon's responses… And he had to be careful: he couldn't fully trust Amon's words. Amon might not have lied about taking back the '
They had reached the boundary of the “Giant King's Court” and were about to leave this mythical kingdom.
Once in the darkness here, one would either evaporate into nothing or be attacked by suddenly appearing terrifying monsters… Klein's heart stirred. He pretended not to know anything and just continued walking forward, from the orange-red twilight into the deep darkness.
Just then, Amon, dressed in a black classical long robe, a pointed soft hat, and wearing a monocle, reached out a hand and pulled back a lantern covered in thin animal hide.
Inside the lantern, a candle made of some unknown grease emitted a dim yellow light and a slightly pungent smell.
“Hold this.” Amon tossed the lantern to Klein.
…Klein caught the lantern and was silent for a moment.
A few seconds later, he tentatively asked:
“Where did you get this?”
At that moment, Klein had thought Amon could summon a projection from the crevices of history.
Amon pinched his crystal monocle and smiled:
“Stole it from that human camp ahead. Oh, it's the
Stolen… Klein's eyelid twitched. He didn't ask further and walked into the endless darkness with the lantern.
The dim yellow light, like an invisible defensive barrier, quickly spread out, creating a warm place in the pitch-black night.