Part 4 The Undead Chapter 129 Forsyth’s Dreams
Hearing that middle-aged man’s cry and seeing his twisted expression, Hazel’s eyes, which were originally filled with anger and hatred, gradually solidified and melted into a little bewilderment and confusion.
Not only her, Councilor Macht, Lady Liana and Dawn Dantes next to her likewise fell silent, briefly no one actually spoke up, even Forsyth, who hid behind the cover, lost the excitement he had just felt and no longer had a strong sense of justice.
After ten seconds or so, Macht stopped looking at the assailant, twisted his head, and addressed his bodyguards:
”Leave one of you here to guard the scene and the culprit and wait for the police to come.”
At that, he paused for a second and turned to his valet:
”Notify the reporters of several newspapers to cover the matter.”
After the initial treatment was made, the member of the House of Commons looked around and, noticing that a number of passersby were trying to gather over to see what was going on, looked over at Dawn Dantes and said with an apologetic smile:
”Sorry to put you through such danger, I never thought things would develop to such a degree, we actually have considered the actual situation of similar factory owners and coal miners, and gave some help and transition programs, who knows ……”
The formulation of the program is one thing, the specific implementation is another, when the management of air pollution has become extremely urgent, all parties have given great pressure, “one size fits all” appearance is not surprising …… Klein sighed and laughed to himself:
”Don’t worry too much about my feelings, I’ve been through more dangerous situations than this in the past.”
He was ostensibly talking about his encounters while doing business in the southern continent of West Bayram, but in actuality, he was recalling the Mego Oss that gave birth to the heir of an evil god, the terrifying meteor that fell from the sky, Cynthia who wanted to give birth to Admiral Emilius, and the Rose School angels and Spirit Order monsters that had caused the mountain peaks outside of Bayram City to collapse.
Compared to these things, what just happened was like a drop of rain falling in mid-air, and there was no need to care about it at all. Klein didn’t even make a move considering the presence of Hugh, the two bodyguards of Ms. Magician, and Hazel, and just did the normal dodging of an experienced person.
His focus was on whether or not this was going to be followed by a “rainstorm”.
Macht sighed and nodded:
”I can see that you are very calm.
”I was a little skeptical about the experiences you told me about, but now I truly believe it.
”Well, Dawn, let’s go back separately, and leave the rest to the police officers, who will come to your house to finish taking statements, if necessary.”
Klein nodded and addressed the Machts:
”You guys take care of the follow-up.”
Councilman Macht nodded solemnly and sighed once more:
”The Bakerland Social Season has just kicked off, and this happened …… Cherish the peace now.”
The Bakerland social season, marked by the return of the noble members of the House of Lords to this place, seemed to have begun only last weekend …… and already this week there have been two incidents in quick succession, the framing of Baron Sindras and the attack on Councilor Macht …… Between the flurry of thoughts, Crane did not linger , taking Richardson, the valet, who was obviously a little frightened, towards his carriage.
Sitting up, watching the scenery outside the window slowly recede, Klein silently exhaled and half closed his eyes.
For the time being, he had no way of judging whether or not extraordinary forces were involved in this attack, as all aspects of it were capable of being done and accomplished by ordinary people, and the middle-aged man’s reasoning was sufficiently strong – it didn’t need to be deliberately faked, and Klein was sure that there was more than just one ex-factory owner or unemployed employee in the current Baker’s Landing who had suffered similarly .
The only thing that struck him as problematic was why the attack had targeted Macht.
While it was true that this member of the House of Commons was a supporter and advocate of air pollution control, often making speeches in Parliament and giving occasional newspaper interviews, he was by no means the most visible person during the introduction of the bill, and it was more likely that a member of the Kingdom’s Commission of Inquiry into Air Pollution would have been chosen as the target of the retaliation.
Klein leaned against the wall of the compartment, slowly opened his eyes, only to see that the night outside the window is already dark, overlapping clouds, the rain is dripping rapidly.
Once again, he felt the whirlpool growing larger and more violent beneath the calm waters of Beckland.
Retracting his thoughts, Klein slightly raised his left palm and touched his coat pocket.
It contained a suspected reply letter from Frank Lee and an unknown variety of mushrooms.
Klein wanted to return home, enter the gray mist, and use the newly acquired mushrooms to communicate with the “writhing hunger”, so that he could once again utilize the seal – with the storm already brewing, he felt that it was necessary for him to regain his peak fighting ability as soon as possible, and in this regard, the “writhing hunger” was a very important part of his life. With the storm already brewing, he felt he needed to regain his peak fighting ability as soon as possible, and in this regard, the “Wiggling Hunger” was indispensable.
Unfortunately, he was accompanied by two extraordinary bodyguards, and had to try not to go above the gray mist lately.
Obviously do not need to protect, but spent hundreds of pounds to invite two people to restrict my movement, really rich people helpless ah …… Klein sighed in his heart, picked up the black tea that Richardson had just made.
He gently took a sip, and his face muscles suddenly tightened a little, and then stretched out.
Klein’s eyes went down with it, noticing that the black tea had twice as many lemon slices as normal.
Without a trace, he swept a glance at Richardson next to him and saw that the valet was in a bit of a trance, seemingly still reeling from the shock of the attack just moments before.
As usual, he was timid …… Klein commented in his heart and placed the bone china teacup in his hand on the table.
……
Late at night, 39 Birklund Street, Councilman Macht’s house.
Hazel sat at her dresser, looking at the gray mouse squatting on the powder case, and said in a long silence:
”Did my father do wrong? He pushed for what was clearly a good thing ……”
”There is no one thing is favorable to everyone ah, there will always exist the interests of those who are damaged, at such times, the corresponding bill or plan should be considered, compensated, and helped, if your father has to do this aspect of the matter, then the problem is not on him, on the contrary, it shows that he is cold and cruel.” The rat said casually and perfunctorily.
Hazel thought back carefully for a few seconds, her expression relaxing as she turned:
”During the course of the dinner, I had a perception of a very valuable item hidden in a cupboard within the compartment, but when I looked for an opportunity to open it afterward, I found nothing.”
The mouse was startled for a moment, and thoughtfully said:
”That might be, perhaps, Dawn Dantes’ bodyguard.
”He was just recently involved in a suicide case that supposedly involved Baron Sindras, it’s not unusual for him to have some bodyguards for covert protection.
”Well …… the bodyguard in the cupboard may also possess supernatural powers and carry a magical item, so it was sensed by you.”
Hazel nodded gently, accepting the explanation, and subconsciously muttered to herself:
”I wonder what kind of supernatural power those bodyguards would have ……”
When she finished, she gave the gray mouse a puzzled glance:
”How did you know that Dawn Dantes was involved in a case of trouble?”
The mouse squeaked:
”I’m in a perfect state for eavesdropping on discussions.”
As it spoke, it looked in the direction of 160 Birklund Street, its eyes flickering twice.
……
Forsyth, who was sleeping in shifts, only felt herself drifting to an ancient and majestic palace, filled with all sorts of extraordinary materials and magical items, and even two fuzzy tarot cards.
However, she was unable to remove any of them, as they were all sealed by an invisible force.
Forsyth looked around, trying to find a way to break the seal, and finally, she saw a complex symbol carved into the dome:
It was the symbol of Fate combined with Hidden!
Finding an object with this symbol engraved on it would unlock the seal of a treasure. …… Forsyth awoke with this realization, and found herself curled up on the carpet of her room, covered with a thin silk blanket – she and Hugh had not dared to sleep in the easy chair, fearing that the Doyle who often sat there would be arrested by the Doyle who had been sitting there. for fear of being detected in the wrong by Dawn Dantes, who often sat there.
Rubbing the corners of her forehead, Forsyth rolled over and sat up, seeing Hugh leaning against the wall “leading” to the master bedroom, listening intently to the surrounding area.
”I have a feeling there isn’t some secret hidden here, I had a strange dream about exaggerated treasure and intricate symbols.” Forsyth said with a frown as he walked towards Hugh.
As an Astrologer, she intuitively thought that there was something wrong with her dream just now!
Seeing Foerth’s serious expression, Hugh pushed down his skeptical words and thought for a moment:
”Perhaps there really is some secret; I once heard a proverb belonging to the mystic world, and it went something like this, ‘When one extraordinary element is found somewhere, then a second must exist’.”
”Not counting the fact that it is not yet possible to tell if there is a housekeeper who has mastered extraordinary powers, that Miss Hazel is the first extraordinary element, and a second one should exist in her neighborhood, or rather, this neighborhood.” Foerth gently nodded his head, then smiled, “However, this has nothing to do with any of us, tomorrow evening, we will be able to collect our pay, end our bodyguard duties, and leave this place, the most pitiful of all has always been Dawn Dantes, innocent, ordinary, yet having to get along with troubling events and extraordinary elementals.”
At this, Forsyth looked at Hugh and joked:
”Quick, say may the Goddess bless him.
”I’m too much of a believer in steam and machinery to do that.”
Hugh considered seriously for two seconds, drew the Crimson Moon on his chest, and whispered reverently:
”May the Goddess bless Mr. Dawn Dantes.”
Forsyth, who had shaken himself completely out of his slumber, reached up to cover his mouth and yawned:
”I’ll walk around the houses and inspect them, and you wait a quarter of an hour before going to bed.”
”Good.” Hugh was obviously more energetic than Voorhees.
Voorhees instantly turned toward the door, reached out and pressed her hand against the wall, and was in the hallway.
She was about to head for the stairs when she suddenly became aware of a slight movement emanating from the room where Dawn Dantes’ valet was sleeping.
Forsyth’s eyes rolled slightly as she cautiously leaned in, opened a “door” in the wall, and pushed her eyes through.
She then saw Richardson dancing in a slightly manic, mystical manner.
”A spirit dance? Doesn’t this manservant believe in the Goddess of the Night? He’s secretly worshipping the God of Death?” Foerth frowned as he watched Richardson finish his spirit dance, watching the other man whisper prayers to the God of Death for protection from various dangers.
When it was all over, Folth tsked and shook his head, muttering silently to himself:
”Poor Mr. Dantes.”