Part 3 The Traveler Chapter 250 The End Point
67 Red Sycamore Street, Connaught, Dixie County.
Crane, wearing a face more commonly seen in the Kingdom of Ruin, stepped forward and pulled the doorbell.
In less than a minute, the door to the room creaked open and a maid in a long black and white dress probed her head for a few seconds and asked suspiciously:
”Good evening, who are you looking for?”
”I’m looking for Mrs. Nelu, I’m a friend of her father, David Raymond.” Klein replied calmly.
David Raymond was the “Nightmare” he released from the “Creeping Hunger”, the “Red Glove” of the “Night Watchers”. “, the last thing he misses most is his daughter Nilu Ramon, to not accompany her to grow up, let her in the loss of her mother at the same time nearly lost her father is very guilty, Klein promised him at that time, if there is a chance, will come to this beautiful seaside city to help him take a look at how his daughter is doing.
After prior inquiries, Klein has initially grasped the general situation of Nilu Ramon, the girl graduated from grammar school, entered the Church of the Goddess of the Night’s “Foundation for the Care of Women and Children”, the weekly salary reached 2 pounds 10 Sule, is the envy of the surrounding neighbors.
She also inherited an inheritance from her “merchant” father, the exact amount of which is not clear to others, except that she was richer than most of the middle class.
Normally, a girl with this kind of wealth would be very cautious about marriage, and would be so selective and selective that she often married late, but Nilu married a government employee after only one year of work.
Because both parties believed in the “Goddess of the Night”, she did not take her husband’s name, still called Niru Ramon, still living at 67 Red Sycamore Street, has not moved.
Hearing Klein’s reply, the maid asked him to wait for a while, and turned into the living room to report.
Not long after, a lady in a housecoat dress approached the door, she had black hair and blue eyes, her cheeks were slimmer and longer, and her features were quite good, she had a slight resemblance to David Raymond.
”Good evening sir, I’m David Raymond’s daughter Niru, may I ask when you met my father?” Niru Ramon asked politely but warily.
Klein removed his hat and smiled:
”I met him at sea, it’s been a few years.”
Niru Ramon swept a slightly wary glance across the room and said:
”Perhaps you don’t realize that he has passed away.”
Klein sighed:
”I know, it was during that disaster that he and I met, and he had said something at the time that I hadn’t really cared for, but the more I’ve thought about it over the years, the more I’ve thought I should let you know.”
”Yeah?” Nelu whispered out, thoughtfully, “Come in, do you mind if my husband listens along?”
”It only has to do with your decision.” Klein responded matter-of-factly.
Nilu nodded and led Klein all the way into the study, where her husband, a government employee with an ordinary appearance and a gentlemanly demeanor, put down his newspaper and followed him in.
After both parties sat down individually, Klein looked across at the couple on the couch and deliberated:
”Mr. David Raymond once experienced a disaster and lost his father, mother, wife, brother and sister.”
Nelo nodded without much expression:
”I know.”
Klein thought for a moment and continued:
”He was ostensibly a businessman, but in reality, he was hunting down the murderers who caused that disaster.”
”I know.” Nelu spoke without much reaction.
Klein gave her a look and went down the list:
”He put his heart and soul into this, and I’m sorry he wasn’t able to be there for you growing up properly, leaving you close to losing your father at the same time you lost your mother.”
Nelu was silent for a second, speaking quickly in response:
”I know!”
Klein’s eyes swept over the aged books around him and sighed silently:
”He said that his greatest hope was to see you have your own marriage and family in the presence of the Goddess and no longer be alone, I think he would be very relieved right now.”
Nelu’s eyes slowly moved away from Klein’s face, her mouth opening and pausing for two seconds before she replied:
”…… I know.”
Klein leaned forward slightly and crossed his arms and said:
”He said he might die at sea, and told me to tell you that he died because of an accident, and that all the previous murderers have been punished, and that you don’t need to hate anyone anymore.
”He also said that he loved you very much and that he was sorry.”
Niru was silent for a few seconds, blinking her eyes and looking sideways to the side with an emotionally uncertain chortle:
”I see. ……”
Klein gave her a deep look and rose slowly:
”I’m done relaying, it’s time for me to leave.”
The response from across the room was silence, and Nelu’s husband gave a slight nod of thanks.
Crane turned his body toward the study door, and he had just twisted the knob when suddenly behind him came the voice of Niru Ramon, which had become low and husky:
”What kind of person are you, think, he is?”
Klein was silent for a second, turned back, hooked the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile:
”A guardian.”
Without further pause, he pulled open the door to his study and headed for the coat rack location.
As he put on his bowler hat and left 67 Red Sycamore Street, a thin, desperately suppressed cry suddenly rang out and bore into his ears.
Shaking his head noiselessly, Klein left the neighborhood and entered a church of the Goddess of the Night.
Crossing the deep, serene aisles, he sat down to the seventh row from the bottom, facing the deep black emblem with half a red moon and bright stars, removed his bowler hat, buried his head low, and interlocked his hands in front of his mouth, as most of the believers here did.
Time flew by in the silent silence and peace, and Klein slowly opened his eyes and stood up with a very gentle movement.
A ball of something wrapped in paper was left behind in the same spot where he had been sitting.
Klein walked down the aisle, out of the prayer hall, and to the door of the church.
He turned his back inside, put on his bowler hat, raised his right hand, and snapped his fingers.
Snap!
The paper in his former place was suddenly set on fire, attracting the attention of the parson, and by the time the gentleman had rushed over the flames had gone out, leaving a deep black and ghostly mass of jewel-like gelatinous matter.
”This is ……” The pastor was not sure exactly what the mass of gelatinous matter was, but inspiration told him that it was important!
When he and the other priests chased him outside the church, the gentleman in the dovetailed formal dress and half-height bowler hat from earlier had disappeared.
The next morning.
Klein, who had obtained a new identity through the local black market, arrived at the steam train station.
Holding a second-class ticket worth 18 Soules and his identity document in one hand, and a black leather suitcase in the other, he stood erect on the platform, waiting for the arrival of the train to Beckland.
Now, his appearance was that of a middle-aged man of nearly forty years of age, with a height of 180-odd, black hair interspersed with some silver threads, blue eyes as deep as a lake at night, and rather enduring features, with a mature flavor and elegant temperament.
Looking down at the identification document in his hand, Klein’s current name was reflected within his eyes:
”Dawn Dantes.”
After a moment’s thought, he lowered the suitcase to the ground, spread it down and opened it, and then stuffed all of the identification documents inside.
Inside this suitcase was a black wooden locket containing the ashes of former Rune soldier, Longzell Edward.
Klein had just finished organizing the box when the sound of ooohs rang in his ears as a steam train belched smoke and clanked into the platform, stopping from fast to slow.
He lifted his head and cast his eyes forward, glancing around in silence for a couple moments before whispering into his suitcase:
”Time to go back ……”
He whirled around, stood up straight, lifted his carry-on, and took a step toward the open door of the compartment.
……
BECKLAND, JORWOOD DISTRICT, 26 KINGSTON STREET.
Benson said as he removed his hat, took off his coat, and handed them to the maid, while looking over to his sister, Melissa, who was concentrating on her book in the parlor:
”The entrance exam is in June, you can finally feel the pain of my serious study before.”
Melissa did not look up, still reading the books and said:
”I study seriously every day.”
”Humor me Melissa, humor me, what’s the difference between someone who doesn’t get humor and a curly haired baboon?” Benson said with a chuckle.
Melissa gave him a casual look and said:
”That’s not what you used to say.”
Without bothering to dwell on what exactly the difference between a human being and a curly-haired baboon was, she turned to the question:
”Do government employees finish work this late, too?”
”No, it’s just that there’s been a lot going on lately, you know, oh, you don’t know, the handing over of work back and forth, the straightening out of different relationships in a big change like this, it’s all very cumbersome.” Benson swept his gaze across one of the mirrors within the living room and couldn’t help but raise a hand to straighten his hair, his expression not too pleasant as he said, “Even though I’m just a small employee of the Treasury, it doesn’t stop me from having a lot of work, the only consolation I have is that I’m finally through my bloody internship, and the next thing you know, I’m going to be having a £3 a week salary!”
Melissa said to Benson as she put her book down and walked towards the dining room:
”Time for dinner.”
She paused and said thoughtfully:
”I read in the newspaper earlier that there is something called Doningsman Tree sap that is very effective for hair growth.”
Benson’s expression became complicated for a moment.
……
Whoop!
The whistle sounded and the long steam train clanked into Berkland.
With his suitcase in hand, Klein once again set foot on the soil of the “capital of all capitals”, the “land of hope”, and found that the fog was much thinner than in the past, and no longer had a noticeable yellowish color, while the gas street lamps on the platforms had not been lit up early enough to dispel the gloom and darkness.
Looking around, Klein exited the steam train station, switched to the subway and carriage, and made his way directly to a Storm Church cemetery just outside the West End.
He then spent a small amount of money to place the urn of Longzell Edward inside a cabinet.
At this point, it had been more than 165 years since the day the Ruin soldier had left Berkland.
Stepping back and gazing deeply for a while, Klein shook paper into iron and inscribed the cabinet door:
”Longzell Edward.”
He closed his eyes and wrote again:
”Every journey has an end.”
(End of Part 3)