Part 5 Red Priest Chapter 178 – Reinforcing Teammates
Hazel’s gaze instantly froze, only to feel that something in her mind was expanding dramatically, about to tear through the invisible barrier and erupt.
She instinctively averted her eyes and curled up slightly.
Then, she only felt a light rise from the depths of her mind, exploding into countless memory fragments that whistled back and forth in her mind.
All at once she remembered what had happened to her that day at home, the movements of her father, mother, maids, and maids as they put on their glasses or pinched their eye sockets, and the unspeakable thrill was so vivid that it seemed to be etched into her marrow.
Hazel’s face crumbled, and her whole body shrank into a ball, shivering, and looking at the maid in the carriage with a moment’s consternation, she hastened to rise, and, poking out her hands, attempted to help her lady up.
”No!” Hazel’s body shuddered and she cried out in an almost shrill voice.
The maid was so shocked and frightened that she froze in place for a moment, not knowing what to do in response.
After shouting out, Hazel eased up quite a bit and fumbled to sit up, looking ahead with extreme trepidation, only to see that the monocle-wearing mailman had already entered another street, leaving only his back.
”I… I was just a little sick, but I’m better now.” Hazel turned her head and reluctantly said to the maid.
She realized that she wasn’t as fearful as she remembered, and seemed to be primed to accept that situation after a period of adjustment.
Otherwise, I might have lost control just now …… Why did I use the word “lose control” …… Fortunately, I had forgotten this memory before, and I didn’t do too much to attract attention when I saw that mailman. Luckily, I had forgotten this memory before, and didn’t do much to draw attention to myself when I saw the mailman, and I didn’t have a meltdown until ten or so seconds later, or else I might have been detected, and something horrible would have happened …… Hazel’s thoughts flashed uncontrollably, and her body still had a slight shudder left in it.
”Miss, do you need to go to the clinic?” The maid asked in a hurry.
Hazel instinctively just shook her head, her mind was in turmoil, and said casually:
”First, go to the ‘Rune Charity Scholarship Fund’, I remember there is a private clinic nearby.”
”Okay.” The maid turned around and ordered the driver of the car to speed up.
Hazel took deep breaths continuously, trying to regulate her tight, panicked, and fearful mood.
It had to be said that it had some effect, and she who hadn’t collapsed outright seemed to have calmed down a little bit again.
At that moment, above the carriage, at some point, there was an additional sparrow, which squeezed its right eye and spat out human language in a near-absent voice:
”She seems to have some unnecessary misunderstanding about me.
”It seems ‘I’ have crossed paths with her before, ah, she’s a resident of Birklund Street, interesting ……”
It wasn’t long before the carriage arrived at Pacefield Street, and seeing that the “Ruin Charity Scholarship Fund” was not far away, Hazel suddenly spoke up:
”To the church.
”Go to St. Samuel’s first!
”I want to say a prayer.”
She would tell the bishops what had happened that day and what she had seen today!
In the crack of the wagon, a black ant moved its right tentacle and whispered in a human voice:
”Humans nowadays are really unoriginal, they like to go to the church when things happen, I thought I would find something by following her, next time, next time, I’m going to steal the church in front of them.”
As he spoke, another tentacle of that ant moved.
Hazel, forgetting what she had just said, forgetting what she had recalled, forgetting that she had met a letter carrier wearing a monocle, got out of the carriage at the door of the “Rouen Charitable Scholarship Fund,” and went in with her maid.
Apparently, her maid and her coachman had not remembered the last command either.
”Inside the Rouen Charity Fund, Audrey greeted Hazel and took her new friend to join in the activities to help the wounded soldiers at the front line.
Because “World” Germaine Sparrow had mentioned that the leader of the Cistercian Order, Charatu, and other angels had lurked in Bekrand, Audrey cautiously gave up on the third stage of Hazel’s treatment, hoping that the other party wouldn’t recall her previous experience for the time being, so as to avoid any accidents.
Her current intention was to let Hazel gradually open up and strengthen her ability to resist the psychological shadow by participating in charity activities and busily helping others.
……
Inside the pirate’s free city, Voorhees was sipping a local specialty of highly concentrated fruit wine and recording the day’s insights and encounters.
Suddenly, her inspiration struck and she instinctively looked to the side.
She instantly saw a figure floating in the void, quickly sketched into shape, and it was none other than Germaine Sparrow, wearing a half-high bowler hat, a black trench coat, and a cold face.
Brushing himself off, Voorhees stood up with his glass and pen in hand and subconsciously spoke:
”Good afternoon, uh, Mr. Sparrow.”
As she spoke, she scrambled to place the items in her hands on the table.
Klein clicked his bowler hat and looked around the room:
”Looking to leave?”
Forsyth’s eyes moved from side to side for a moment and said:
”Yes.”
Over the past few days, she had made a preliminary note of what made the city different from the rest of the world.
Without saying a word, Klein pointed to the items on the desk with his chin, signaling Ms. Magician to pack up quickly.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Forsyth hurriedly organized her manuscript, as if she had already heard the order.
Klein stood there, watching the other woman’s busyness, and suddenly spoke:
”How’s the thriller coming along?”
Forsyth’s body shuddered imperceptibly before he answered:
”It’s almost done.”
Klein nodded gently:
”About how much longer?”
”A week, no, five days, at most.” Voorhees answered quickly.
Without saying anything more, Klein waited until Voorhees had gathered up his manuscript, fountain pen, half a bottle of wine, and other souvenirs, took two steps forward, and grabbed the other man by the shoulders.
Numerous indescribable figures passed by, and Forsyth relaxed a little more than last time, even trying to “record” the “trip”.
It wasn’t long before she was back in Berkland, in the alley where she had disappeared, and heard the “world” Germaine Sparrow say:
”Take a few days’ rest before setting out again.
”Keep an eye out for a reply, and, once again, ask your teacher if he has any information related to the ‘Blood Emperor’ Tudor, mainly from various relics.”
”Okay.” Voorhees quickly agreed, and did so with thanks.
After parting with Germaine Sparrow, she returned to a certain street in the East End and entered the room she shared with Hugh.
Hugh put down his newspaper and looked over at his friend:
”Did it work?”
”The effect is good, I went to a free city belonging to pirates this time ……,” Forsyth said before she finished her sentence, her face changed slightly, “Give me my coffee beans and cigarettes.”
”Why? Isn’t there any there?” Hugh asked back, rather puzzled.
Forsyth went straight to that room inside without stopping on his feet, sat down at his desk, spread out his manuscript, took up his pen, and said without turning his head:
”For the new book!
”And remember to make my coffee!”
Hugh followed him to the door of the bedroom and opened his mouth at the words, but said nothing.
……
In another part of the East End, in a similarly laid out rental.
Since Charatou had arrived in Belcande, Amon was not sure when he would be “fished” over, and the true purpose of the “Red Angel” spirit was unknown, and he himself intended to prevent George III from becoming the “Black Emperor”, Crane was on the one hand working on the “Black Emperor”, and on the other hand, he was working on the “Black Emperor”. “On the one hand, Klein is stepping up his efforts to digest the “Trickster”, and on the other hand, he is also making all kinds of preparations.
At this moment, after handling the matter of “magician”, he spread out the letter paper and wrote:
”Dear Mr. Aztec:
”I have learned a lot of ancient history, I believe you should be very interested, otherwise you would not have chosen to become a history teacher after losing your memory.
”These histories involve secrecy and are not convenient to tell in a letter, so when you wake up, I will share them with you in person ……
”Also, I am now able to create a charm called ‘Yesterday Revisited’ which, once used, will allow you to find your past self through the holes of history, borrowing power from K.
”This point is not really worth caring about for you, the most crucial thing about it is that it allows you to retrieve your memories directly from your past self, without the need to use decades to awaken them a little bit, which, I think, you should like ……
”I have enclosed two of them with this letter, you can try the effect if you wake up ……
”I am currently in an environment full of undercurrents, if you come over, please be sure to pay attention, please observe the situation in advance ……
”…… I will try to do something about George III’s promotion to ‘Black Emperor’, but the chances of success are slim ……
”In closing, I wish you well and a speedy awakening, your eternal student, Klein Moretti.”
Folding the letterhead, Klein slipped it into the envelope along with two “Yesterday Revisited” charms.
Then he took out his Aztec copper whistle and blew it.
A giant white bone messenger emerged from the floor and took the letter at a lower level than Klein.
Klein nodded gently and watched as this messenger disintegrated into white bones and disappeared.
That done, he raised the paper crane Will Onsettin had folded from his wallet with two fingers and wrote on it with a pencil:
”There is something I would like to ask.”
He then put the crane under his pillow, and lay himself down, and by means of “meditation” fell into a deep sleep.
In the depths of the dark spire, Klein once again saw Will Ansettin, wrapped in silver silk and seated in a black baby carriage.
Without waiting for the other to speak, he asked bluntly:
”Do you know from whom you can obtain a way to accommodate the ‘Uniqueness’? What would be the approximate cost?”
If the price is unaffordable, forget it …… Klein silently added in his mind.
Thumb-sucking Will Onsettin was baffled for a moment and said:
”You want me to accommodate the ‘Dice of Probability’?”
Klein nodded solemnly:
”Whether it works or not, it’s always a good idea to try.”
As soon as he spoke, tears snapped from Will Onsettin’s eyes.
This chubby baby whacked up the side with his hand and cried very sadly, huffing and puffing:
”It’s no use …… It’s too late …… I’ve been rebooted and still have to grow for at least twenty-two more years before I’m capable of holding ‘uniqueness’ …… Why didn’t you say so earlier ……
”I’m so unlucky …… It must be that stupid snake Urolius that took too much of my luck ……”