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The two looked solemn, and before they could even take a few breaths, Fors forced himself to open the door again and left the scene.

But it was too late.

The roar of the revolver and the stench of monster blood attracted all the monsters around. They gathered together, roaring and screaming, like a "tide of beasts" under the hazy moonlight.

Wherever it passed, whether it was a house or something else, it was razed to the ground.

"Just rush over!"

Klein made a quick decision, grabbed Fors' wrist, and ran towards the church at full speed.

A tide of beasts surged, following closely behind.

Five hundred meters.

Four hundred meters.

Three hundred meters.

Two hundred meters.

The church was getting closer, and so was the beast tide.

Fors could even feel the hot and smelly breath that lifted her hair and sprayed out from behind her against her skin.

This means the monster is close at hand.

"It's over!"

She could almost imagine the two of them being torn to pieces in the next second, so she quickly said, "Don't worry about me, just use fire jumps to escape!"

Klein said nothing as he took out the Sun Brooch, held it tightly and injected spirituality into it. Then a sacred light descended from the sky and landed on the beast tide. Unfortunately, the effect was not obvious.

At this moment, Klein heard someone's prayer.

Klein: Shit! I can't even protect myself, what's the point of you praying?

"Ding, ding, ding, ding."

The church bells suddenly rang, echoing throughout the town.

The beast tide stopped.

All the monsters seemed to feel a strong sense of fear, and they stopped where they were, restlessly, as if they were afraid of something.

"Come here quickly!"

On the church bell tower, a girl wearing a taupe windbreaker and a hood waved and shouted at them vigorously.

"Walk!"

The two held their last breath and finished the last few dozen meters of sprint. When they arrived at the church gate, the heavy black wooden door "buzzed" and opened, welcoming them in. ·Micro! Fun? Small¨Tax\ ￠ Crime ′New/Zhang+Jie?Chu~Financial, Chopsticks·

This is not a very large church. Judging from the number of seats alone, it can only accommodate thirty to fifty people praying at the same time.

Inside the church, the walls were peeling and mottled, and the seats were full of cracks, obviously having gone through many years. On the wall opposite the gate hung a holy light of darkness that symbolized the goddess, but it was crooked and half-fallen off.

Hundreds of candles were lit in all directions, the bright flames driving away the darkness.

After getting used to the sudden light, the two found that there were actually more than a dozen people sitting in the church. Strangely, in addition to panic and fear, their faces actually showed some expectation.

Look at Klein.

There was only a man dressed as a priest under the Holy Light of Night. He didn't even raise his head. He was holding a thick black book and writing something with a pen.

"You're back?"

The person who spoke was the girl in the windbreaker who had just rung the bell in the clock tower. As soon as she opened her mouth, Klein's heart sank and he had a bad feeling.

She asked again: "Did you find a way to leave? Is she the survivor you rescued outside?"

Sensing Fors's surprise, Klein pursed his cracked lips and said with difficulty in a hoarse voice:

"You...you know me?"

"Of course!"

The girl said as a matter of course, "You forgot that it was you who brought everyone here to hide."

Klein was stunned.

...

Backlund, Akasha's private bathroom.

Edward waited for five minutes but received no response from Klein, so he pressed the flush button, washed his hands again, opened the door and walked out.

When they returned to the room, Akasha was lying on the sofa with her legs crossed. She glanced at him and muttered, "You go to the bathroom at an unusual time."

"ah?"

"If it's a big one, the time is too short. If it's a small one, I have an exclusive secret recipe. Are you interested?"

Edward was immediately furious. "I just went to the bathroom to think about some issues. Lola, say '-First'!"

She nodded suddenly: "Oh ~ The toilet can inspire your inspiration and thoughts."

Chapter 330 Determining the Target

"…"

Edward didn't want to discuss such a boring question with her, so he simply pretended not to hear her and said, "I have some guesses and want to verify them. Thank you for your information today. I owe you one."

She held up two fingers: "Twice!"

Akasha stood up and said, "I'll go and join in the fun. I feel like this is going to be something really fun."

There are dozens of newspapers and publishing houses in Backlund, large and small, but not many of them are well-known. The Backlund Daily is considered to be relatively large.

Edward had asked Forth to help publish the story of Ince Zangwill and the quill in the Backlund Daily. However, when he returned to Tingen, he encountered meteorites, the Spiritual Cult, Lanevus, and the Saint of the Aurora Society. He was then taken into the spirit world by a messenger and stayed there for several days. Then he returned to the Harry Potter world and never paid attention to the newspaper anymore.

The reason I came here is that Mr. Fool has not replied to my message yet. I should be able to get an answer from the publishing house where Fors contributed his manuscripts.

But what he saw surprised him: only ruins left after the fire were left.

It is said that a fire suddenly broke out in the publishing house one night some time ago, and the fire quickly spread to the entire building, including the publishing house's office area and the printing factory not far away.

The fire caused a total of about 7 deaths, including 1 editor-in-chief of the publishing house and 6 workers in charge of printing that night. All newspapers, novels, magazines and other paper products, including printing templates, were burned in the fire.

After searching the scene, it was confirmed that the fire was caused by an old gas lamp pipe, which caused a gas leak and an open flame. Now the new Backlund Daily has been reorganized, but moved to another place, leaving this ruin unattended.

Accident?

coincide?

This is not a good word!

He then asked the surrounding residents about the exact time of the fire - it seemed to be not long after the Tingen incident ended, and also not long after the feather pen disappeared.

This is strange.

If this "accident" was really caused by the quill, why did it do this?

"Ms. Akasha..."

"Just call me by my name."

Edward readily agreed: "Okay, Akasha, do you usually read the newspaper?"

She puffed out her chest and said proudly, "I won't look at it!"

What is there to be proud of?

"But if there is anything interesting or important in the newspaper, someone will tell me."

"Then do you remember that a month ago, the Backlund Daily published a report about a man named Ince Zangwill?"

Akasha shook her head: "Give me another hint."

"It's a report about Beyonders and Sealed Objects written in the form of a short story. The characteristic of this Sealed Object is that when you know it, it knows you."

Her eyes widened. "You know it, so it knows you? So powerful?" She pinched her smooth chin and thought for a moment. "No! If this kind of thing really appeared in the newspaper, someone would definitely tell me."

After a pause, he said, "Is this important? I can go and confirm it for you."

Without waiting for Edward to answer, she summoned her bat messenger and asked it to send a letter for confirmation.

Edward still believed in the memory of a demigod: This means that a fire broke out in the Backlund Daily newspaper before the report was published, and then... all related things were burned.

In this case, it makes sense. In order to prevent what happened in Tingen from happening again, it solved Backlund's hidden danger in advance.

And Fors was also someone who had read that report, so... was this what made her special?

At this time, Akasha also received a reply from the messenger, "Well, it has been confirmed. The little story you mentioned has indeed not been published - not only in the Backlund Daily, but in all newspapers."

"I see. Thanks!"

Edward stepped forward and said, "I'm going to go to the new newspaper office of the Backlund Daily again."

Akasha followed behind casually and said casually: "I think you are going in the wrong direction. How can an ordinary book be transformed into an extraordinary item so easily?"

"Anyway, I don't have any more clues now."

The main thing is that if this matter is related to the Psychological Alchemy Society or the Quill Pen, it is not difficult for them to deliberately "manufacture" a novel into an extraordinary item.

A few minutes later, the two found the newspaper's new office a few streets away, and then used the Confusion Spell to easily meet the new editor-in-chief, a serious middle-aged bald man.

"Hello, I would like to ask, is Fors contributing to you?"

The editor frowned, a little impatient: "Yes, what's the matter? Yesterday was the deadline, but she disappeared. It's really outrageous! These novel authors are more hateful than each other! In order to avoid submitting manuscripts, they can use any excuse!"

Uh, you really misunderstood Miss Salty Fish this time.

"May I ask if Fors has written a novel like 'Snowstorm Manor' or 'Snowstorm Town' after writing 'Stormstorm Manor'?"

The editor-in-chief snorted, "Although I don't like Fors's laziness, she wouldn't write such a low-level follow-up work, even if it's her own style."

Edward nodded: "Okay, I understand."

"But, there are people who have written about the blizzard town." He leaned over and rummaged through the pile of things under his desk for a while, and took out a wrinkled handwritten manuscript. "This is it, 'The Mystery of the Snowstorm'. Ha, it was submitted by a woman with no talent. She submitted it many times but it was rejected many times. She revised it countless times, but it still didn't work."

After a pause, he continued, "That was before the accident at the old publishing house. I was only the deputy editor-in-chief at that time, but I heard the editor-in-chief mention it more than once. Later, the editor-in-chief was annoyed and had no choice but to agree to stay and let Fors help see if it could be revised."

"I remember...her answer at the time was that the story was okay, but the characters were too stereotyped, and revising it would be tantamount to rewriting it. For this, she was scolded by the woman who submitted the manuscript."