"It can only last for more than a minute ... It's too short ..." Klein thought for a moment, thinking about the other, and came to the desk in two steps.

He put down "Grosser's Travels", holding "0-08", and quickly wrote on a piece of white paper:

"George III intends to use this speech to catch all the enemies who want to destroy his ritual, but if everything goes well and nothing unexpected happens, he will also take the opportunity to take the potion, lift the hole card, and impact the level of the gods After all, there are too many unknowns in the future, and it will not be insured. Moreover, he is now fully prepared and adequate.

"This is a very reasonable development."

After the last period, Klein still had time to carefully check the content for errors. The slightly dim feather pen in his hand disappeared without a trace, as if it had never arrived and existed.

And the content of such a few words seemed to drain Klein's energy, causing a little dizziness in his head, and he had to step back and sit on the chair with his butt.

"It doesn't make sense ... I didn't see Innes. Zanggwell was so tired and strenuous ... Well, it should be because I forcibly summoned and did not dare to let '0-08' weave the story by myself. Not all relying on his own spiritual support, but Ince Zangwell can get the cooperation of '0-08', the consumption will not be so great ... "Klein closed his eyes and meditated for a while, and finally slowed down.

Under normal circumstances, there is no substantial contact with "0-08", but he has only seen him once, it is impossible to summon this "0" seal, but on the one hand he has the "Fateful Serpent" blessing himself, On the other hand is the possession of "Grossel's Travels", which is an item left by Angel Wade, the "Utopian Dragon", which contains the "miracle city" Levich and exists with "0-08" Some kind of deep connection-if there weren't interference in some high places, the two items would have already met.

Klein didn't know if this association between fate and traits could increase the probability of a successful summoning. He just tried to try and not lose anything. The result was a success.

Because of this, he did not dare to use "Grossel's Travels" to carry the contents written by the "0-08" projection, and even did not dare to bring them close, fearing that something could not stop the unbearable accident.

Here is Beckland, the population density is extremely high!

"Well, logically, there should be no accidents. After all, '0-08' is an image in the historical pores. It is fake. The" Grossell's Travels "is manifested by the 'Utopian Dragon' It ’s also fake. It ’s fake, and it ’s fake. How can it really not be true? It lacks the material foundation of extraordinary characteristics ... You can go back and experiment on nobody ’s reef island ... ”Klein rubbed his forehead and stood up. Go back to your desk and look at the text you just wrote.

He did not directly write about the failure of George III's promotion, but fell on the spot, thinking that in the interference sequence 1 angel, only the projection "0-08" could not be so direct, it must be euphemistic.

In addition, there is the Psychological Alchemy Society and the brother Amun and His. The obvious effects will be noticed and easily used. Klein can only make a roundabout way to reduce the unknowns.

"Hope it works ..." Staring for a moment, Klein folded the paper and tucked it into his pocket.

He then sacrificed "Grossel's Travels" back to the mist.

After doing these things, Klein began to consider another question, that is when to go out to buy ice cream for Will Unsetin.

"Beckland has Chalatu, and probably Amon. Too much to go out, maybe he will run into it on the spot. It's a bit dangerous ... Or, will Will summon ice cream from the historical hole? This is really true when eating, It will disappear in a quarter of an hour, there is no need to worry about getting fat, it is just so beautiful ... "Klein couldn't help but mutter a few words in his heart.

In the end, he decided to change clothes and go out, because he has to keep his promise!

............

On Saturday morning, the sky was grey and misty, making people feel depressed for no reason.

This is a common sight in Beckland's deep winter. Although it does not have as much thick haze and acrid smell as last year, but the geographical environment and climatic characteristics determine that similar situations must exist for a long time. Moreover, the treatment of air pollution is never two Years can declare success.

Melissa wore a black woolen coat over her knees outside her long skirt, a hat with a black tulle hanging down, and quickly walked towards the door.

Benson held his bowler hat and shook his head when he saw it:

"A girl under the age of twenty must be under twenty. This is really mature and old-fashioned, you see? Old-fashioned."

Melissa glanced at her brother and briefly replied:

"It's another quarter a penny per pound of bread."

"This price ..." Ban Sen sighed.

He immediately took out the silver pocket watch covered with vines, pressed it open, and glanced:

"Come on, there is a long way to go to the Municipal Square."

Melissa said "um", went out with her brother and came to the street.

"Good morning, Mrs. Daniel." Taking a few steps, Benson saw a neighbor go out and greeted with a smile.

He is good at communication and has long established a good relationship with his neighbors.

The lady, known as Mrs. Daniel, was wearing a black dress and was in her forties. She had a thin face and a fine black veil hanging from her hat. She nodded, and responded briefly:

"Good morning, two."

She did not greet herself and left indifferently.

Benson looked at her back, deliberately slowed down, and waited for a distance before asking his sister:

"What happened to Mrs. Daniel?

"I've been too busy this time and haven't visited my neighbors for a long time."

Melissa pursed her lips and said:

"Mrs. Daniel's eldest son, Larry, was confirmed dead in front of the Amanda Mountains, yesterday's news."

"That guy is very tall, with a stingy personality, but very attentive, kind, and sincere guy? When he came back last time, he said he was promoted in the army and became a captain ..." Ban Sen asked in amazement. .

Melissa nodded:

"I can't imagine Larry died like this ..."

Just as she couldn't imagine the classmates she met in school would die in front of her.

In just a few seconds, some people can no longer speak, communicate or read.

Benson was silent and sighed:

"I'm busy this time, but I'm actually dealing with the issue of pensions. Maybe the part of the list I assigned does not include Larry, so it's not clear.

"That list comes with a lot of information. Some people are cheerful and enthusiastic, some are humorous, some are the only sons of their parents, some are determined, they are the leaders of the soldiers around them, some are just married, no children, some are giving their young The daughter prepares a gift, and someone has a love letter on her, who intends to end the battle and delivers it to the post office ... they are all dead. "

Melissa and Benson were silent at the same time, and for a long time no one spoke.

Near the crossroads, Melissa looked at the road ahead and said lowly:

"What do you think Her Majesty the King will speak today?"

"Maybe it's mobilization, maybe it's the belief that wins." Benson replied casually.

Melissa glanced at her brother:

"It's not like you, Benson, shouldn't you have taunted me?"

"After taunting, after listening to the speech, when clarifying the specific content, the most basic principle of being a person is not to comment arbitrarily on things that are not well understood. Otherwise, even curly baboons are inferior." Banson smiled.

At this moment, he saw another neighbor.

The other person had gray hair, covered half of his face with layers of scarf, was wearing a thick jacket, carrying a cloth bag in his hand, and hurriedly passed the brother and sister.

"Mr. Thomas is so weird ... does he have to do anything by the way?" Benson glanced at the other's back and asked with a little doubt.

Melissa answered with a low voice:

"Mrs. Thomas is ill and has spent a lot of savings at home, and the price of food has risen a lot recently, and Mr. Thomas's income has not changed. He has to go to the relief team every few days and pick up some bread. He is a decent man. A gentleman may not want to be recognized by others.

"Also, the food at the relief point is always limited. If you go too late, you may not have any more. You have to go to churches, the poverty-stricken homes, and other places to apply for it. The relief start time today is the end of Her Majesty ’s speech. Mr. Thomas should be thinking of the time Go straight. "

Benson nodded slowly, asking with concern:

"What's wrong with Mrs. Thomas? I know several good doctors."

"Illness caused by anxiety." Melissa said the news she heard. "Mrs. Thomas was very worried about the young children who served in the army."

"You mean Thomas Jr?" Banson frowned slightly.

After receiving an affirmative answer from his sister, he was silent and seemed to be thinking about something.

After a while, when approaching the nearest municipal square, Benson looked up and whispered:

"Little Thomas has been killed ..."

... Melissa didn't respond, but her expression was a little hesitant for a moment.

They walked in silence again, as if relying on inertia.

In front of them, more and more people appear. These people are either wearing formal clothes, holding canes, dressing as gentlemen, or wearing blue, green, yellow, and red skirts, or sweaters and jackets with trousers. , Or the dress is dark and the tone is low.

They came out of their house and came from the street where they were, as if splashing water splashed together at the intersection to form a stream.

The creek rushes forward, and many streams merge, interweaving at the entrance of the square into a majestic torrent.

The torrent rushed slowly, flooding the square.

In the midst of such a crowd, Melissa felt as small as a drop of water.