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"Trouble!"

There were still a lot of prayers that hadn't been answered above the gray fog, and there were only a few hours until the Tarot Club started. ,比,奇￠中/雯+蛧, ·已¨發/布*醉.新?蟋盧,節?If he didn't leave as soon as possible, he couldn't go above the gray fog in front of this lady... Or ask if there was a bathroom in this castle in the spirit world?

Reinette naturally had no idea of ​​the complex feelings that Klein was feeling at the moment. She reached out and grabbed Klein, then stepped back.

In Klein's sight, all kinds of strong colors turned into blocks of color that were rapidly receding. After a few seconds, the colors around them suddenly faded. They had left the spiritual world and returned to reality.

"goodbye."

As soon as Klein found his footing, Reinette immediately tore through the air and returned to the spirit world.

"Thank you, ma'am."

The only responses he heard were the chirping of birds all around him and the rustling of fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

He looked around: "This is..."

Klein quickly identified the place and found that this was the grove near the Green Cemetery where he had been before.

"Huh - I definitely can't go back to 13 Minsk Street. Let's just find a hotel nearby. Alas, it's a pity that I haven't packed a lot of things yet, and there's still a lot of cash left under the bed."

That was earned by me penny by penny with my life!

Klein's heart was bleeding!

Fortunately, most of the money and materials used to buy promotions were sacrificed to the Gray Mist, otherwise I would have gone bankrupt this time.

By the way, the investigation into the maid Cynthia must have come to light now. Can Prince Edsak still get the 1,000 pounds? After all, after a long investigation, all the bad things that the royal family did must be exposed.

If I go to ask for money now, I will die miserably.

Forget it, forget it.

This time, let's just think of it as doing it for the innocent people who were trafficked and kidnapped.

While thinking, he walked to Green Cemetery and found that the usually deserted cemetery was now full of people. Some of them were sobbing quietly in front of some newly erected tombstones, some were sitting on the ground in a daze, and some were buried under the auspices of the pastor.

A temporary building appeared in a corner of the cemetery. Inside it were densely packed cabinets, each containing an urn, one after another, row after row, layer upon layer.

Klein was stunned for a moment, then realized something.

These people should have died from the poisonous fog two days ago, a poisonous fog created by the extraordinary ability of the high-sequence witch!

Klein clenched his fingers. The witch did this just to digest the potion!

In the eyes of some people, human life is so cheap!

At this time, a gust of wind blew, and the newspaper left in front of a newly erected tombstone was blown rustling. Klein glanced at it and vaguely saw the words "Great Smog Incident" in large letters.

He walked over quickly and bent over to pick it up. It was yesterday's newspaper, and the front-page headline was about the smog:

"...According to preliminary statistics, more than 3,000 people died directly in that smog, and the subsequent spread of the plague took away nearly 20,000 people, including young children and strong young men and women..." (Author: My understanding is that the subsequent spread was actually more to cover up the deaths of those who built the mausoleum)

"As the masterminds of this incident, Edessak and Helena disappeared without a trace after killing the people who arrested them. They have not been caught yet. The king was furious and ordered a nationwide hunt for them. Once they are found, they will be killed or alive!"

"…A memorial service for this disaster will be held in various cathedrals in three days. Please attend with heavy hearts and sorrow."

Prince Edessak is the mastermind?!

How is this possible?

Chapter 357 He is alive, that is the most important thing

Klein's eyes widened, fearing that he had seen it wrong.

His heart moved, and he remembered the commission issued by Edsak when he found him. It was because of his commission that I tracked down Barron step by step, and then fell into the world of the book... In the end, the photos of the royal scandal fell from the sky and landed in front of the three major churches.

After making this connection, Klein suddenly had some vague guesses.

He then quickly flipped through the newspaper and read it carefully from beginning to end:

No!

Not a single word about the photo!

It was as if the events outside Backlund had never happened, as if the photos recording the scandal and conspiracy of the Loen royal family (George III's promotion to Black Emperor) had never appeared, and everything was covered up by an invisible hand.

A chill rose from the soles of his feet, and all the hairs on Klein's body stood up. His guess became clearer and more real, and finally gathered into one message in his mind:

This smog incident involving tens of thousands of deaths...may also be the work of the upper echelons of the Loen royal family! And its appearance is likely related to the royal family's Black Emperor promotion ceremony.

Edessak was just pushed out to take the blame!

After figuring this out, Klein became even more confused: But why? Clearly, the saints from the three major churches had seen those photos. Klein believed that they could also judge the royal family's plan based on the content of the photos.

But why are they all silent?

The royal family can mislead ordinary people by silencing the media, but how can they silence the three major churches and prevent them from leaking the news?

unless,

The churches...acquiesced.

Klein stood there blankly, feeling for a moment that this world was not only distorted, but also ridiculous.

No, maybe I'm the only one laughing.

I haven't adapted to this world yet.

He looked again at the newly erected tombstones, the grieving people, and the cabinets containing urns.

After a while,

He turned and left Green Cemetery.

His expression was neither happy nor sad, only calmness and indifference.

...

Backlund, the luxurious villa of Count Hall's family.

Audrey looked obviously more haggard these past two days.

Edward has been out of contact for two days. The messenger can't contact him, and he can't get through the disappearing cabinet.

If that were all, she wouldn't be so worried. After all, after spending so much time together, she still trusted Edward's judgment.

But at this moment, Mr. Fool no longer responded to her prayers. If Audrey connected these two things together, she could not help but wonder: when Edward was in danger, was Mr. Fool also fighting with some terrible evil god in an invisible place?

So, did He not respond because He had no time to respond, or...

No!

She quickly shook her head. Mr. Fool was the savior of the world. His power was unquestionable!

Perhaps, this is just a test from Him?

"Boom boom boom."

There was a knock on the door, and Earl Hall walked in. "Still no news about Edward?"

She nodded slightly and forced a smile: "It's okay, Dad. He should just be entangled in something."

Lord Hall patted his daughter on the shoulder.

"How is Hibbert now?"

"he?"

Earl Hall touched his throat subconsciously. "The people in the church said he is fine now, but he...is still locking himself in his room because of self-blame and refuses to come out. Go and persuade him when you have time."

"Okay, Dad."

"This incident has had a great impact on Hibbert. I'm worried that he might go to extremes..." Earl Hall sighed, "I've sent a letter asking Alfred to come back as soon as possible."

Audrey pursed her lips and smiled, "I think this incident has a greater impact on Dad."

"How can it be small? I've died once."

There was anger hidden deep in his blue eyes, "He was killed by his own son."

Audrey hurriedly held her father's hand, "Dad..."

"Okay, I'm glad you're okay. I'll go back and deal with things. Loen's political situation is in chaos right now. Most of my friends and political enemies are dead, and there's also the smog incident..."

Earl Hall stroked his forehead and sighed, "I feel...Feysac will definitely not let go of this opportunity."

At this time, he saw a newspaper on his daughter's desk and picked it up casually. "Don't read the newspapers these days. Things have already happened. It's just adding to your troubles."

Audrey's mood suddenly became a little depressed: "But, after all, that's tens of thousands of lives... Now there are only a bunch of cold numbers left."

"Don't think too much about it."

Lord Hall turned and walked out, closing the door gently.

"Susie, please help look after Hibbert these few days."

Audrey then said to Susie who was lying in the shadows.

"OK."

"besides..."

Just as she was about to continue her explanation, her eyes suddenly blurred and she felt herself surrounded by thick gray fog. In the indescribable distance, deep in the gray fog, a vague figure sat upright on an old high-backed chair, looking down at her.

"Get ready for the party."

Audrey immediately took a deep breath and suppressed the ecstasy rising from the bottom of her heart: "Okay, Mr. Fool."

...

Hugh and Fors' safe house in Cherwood.

After two days of anxiety, Fors gradually calmed down and returned to her usual calm state. She didn't have any special thoughts about Mr. Fool not responding to her prayers.

After all, he is a great being who is suspected to be a god. How could he respond to the believers' prayers anytime and anywhere?

After staying with her in the house for a whole day, Xio couldn't help but go out, saying that he was going to get some information.

"Why..."

She lay on the sofa, holding a manuscript in one hand and a pen in the other. Not a single letter was written on the manuscript. Fors felt that what she had written in the world of the book might have overdrawn her inspiration for the next year.

At this moment, she glanced at the time and yawned: "If it weren't for the tarot reading coming up soon, I would definitely take the opportunity to get some sleep."