Chapter 134 The Angel of Temperance Arrives

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Temperance Angel? Why did he suddenly appear in Backlund? He had obviously been communicating with His Highness through messengers before...

Amon was confused, but felt that this matter had nothing to do with him, so he continued to eat the crepe with concentration.

"Give me a cup of hot cocoa, please!" he shouted to the clerk.

Soon, the clerk placed the hot cocoa that had been prepared on his small round table, and Amon also paid two pennies.

The fireplace in the cake shop is burning brightly, and a thin layer of glass blocks the cold outside, making the room as warm as spring.

Amon's seat was right next to the fireplace, and he felt warm on his back, and his palms holding the hot cocoa were also warm, which was very comfortable.

Where do I go next?

He took out the Loen Kingdom travel brochure from his pocket, turned to the folded page of the simple map, opened it, and started planning the route.

Among the clones of "Angel of Time" Amon, Sequence 4 is the largest group, scattered in various cities in various countries, and there are many in the Southern Continent and the Land Abandoned by God. Sequence 3 only has about one-tenth, and there is no way to find them.

Unlike finding a needle in a haystack, Sequence 2 is even rarer and is also controlled by the main body. The Sequence 3 avatar he found has just changed to a new identity and is expected to live in East Chester County for a long time. This was specially selected.

The destination is Storn, a large city in East Chester County, and the target is the municipal librarian of Storn.

East Chester County is in the northeast of Backlund, separated by a mountain range. The best way to travel is by civilian airship. But that is too expensive, and in Loen it is only available to big nobles, intellectuals and church leaders.

Enjoy the advanced technology. Taking a steam train is the best way, but because of the mountains, if you start from Backlund, the steam train needs to go around the mountains, which in vain doubles the journey time.

The steam train takes two days and one night... First of all, I will choose a second-class seat or above. Secondly, for a long trip, I will definitely choose a first-class seat with a private room and bed.

Of course, the problem is not this, but the driving noise of the steam train. Even for first-class seats, the quality is hard to compliment...

Amon took a sip of hot cocoa, smacked his lips, and began to think of a second plan:

Don't go by land.

There are still many rivers in the area east of Loen, such as the inland rivers of the Tasok River that directly merge into the ocean.

Arrive at Pulitzer Harbor first, then take a passenger ferry north along the coastline of Roon. You will soon arrive at the Port of Enmat in East Chester County and enter the city smoothly along the river. This plan is much better than taking the steam train.

And the total cost of a second-class ticket is only 11 pounds.

Moreover, this was a domestic transfer, and there was a cheaper and more affordable 9 and a half pound ticket available at the port. Amon made a decision immediately.

But before leaving Backlund, Amon still had one thing to do.

That is to go to the Faye Manor on the outskirts of Backlund, where the Aurora Society is based, to "say goodbye" to Medici and the true Creator.

Yes, farewell.

When human beings are about to be away from their homes and relatives for a long time, they will say goodbye solemnly, sometimes accompanied by some banquets to exchange feelings.

Amon didn't think he needed a farewell meal at the Aurora Society, but he thought it was necessary to say goodbye to everyone in order to feel humanity, although he didn't understand what this behavior meant to "Amon, who can be seen everywhere"

Necessity. Just like playing house, you know what to do, but you don’t know why you want to do it, and you don’t know what the meaning of doing it is.

Medici will definitely laugh at me. He thought expressionlessly, no, he will laugh at me no matter what I do. Angel-level provocateurs are really annoying.

A cup of hot cocoa will warm your limbs and bones.

Amon ate the last bite of the crepe, wiped his hands and mouth, stood up and left the cake room.

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Richard Ernst came to the dockworkers' guild and knocked on the door.

After a while, an older man came to open the door. He was short in stature, had a stooped back, and had deep dents on his rough, broad hands. He looked like he was an old fisherman.

The old man raised his head with difficulty, and when he saw the tall Richard, he was stunned for a moment, and then asked with some fear:

"You...who are you looking for?"

Richard took two steps back and retreated to the bottom of the steps so that the old man didn't have to keep his head raised: "I'm looking for Miss Maria."

"Miss Maria is not here." The old man said warily.

"Then do you know where she is?"

"I don't know. There is no one here. You can look elsewhere." After saying that, the old man closed the door hard.

Richard was not angry, but instead understood something. He changed direction and headed to other Ernst Foundation affiliated institutions in the East District.

The afternoon sun was pale and cold, and He was walking among the crowd. With his height and strong body, the Fusac mixed-race boy looked like a bear among the hunched-up pedestrians in the East District. There was a vicious dog on the street that wanted to hurt someone, and an angel popped up.

A deformation curse turned the evil dog into a patched doll, which fell into the arms of a little girl wiping her tears by the wall. A child thought he was hiding his hand and put his hand into his pocket, touched the coin, and took it out.

But it turned into a little flower with a bang. Several washerwomen were fighting for the big bucket of dirty clothes and curtain sheets brought by the servants of the rich family. A very old middle-aged man stood on the street corner, holding a newspaper, hiding.

Observing Him.

Richard turned his head and smiled at him. The middle-aged man immediately froze, forced out a smile, and then quickly covered himself with the newspaper.

He didn't even pretend, he wasn't from MI9... Richard didn't take it seriously and moved on.

Soon, He arrived at the newly expanded processing plant that Maria reported. The workers were busy inside, and there were several boxes of packed goods piled at the door. In the spiritual vision, there was a blond worker in the factory.

It shows a calm blue color and the spiritual brilliance of an extraordinary person. At the same time, the doormen and security guards of this processing plant are all dead people without any spiritual brilliance.

But these dead people are patrolling around like living people, sitting or standing, engaging in occult practices with the extraordinary male.

The living corpse? He is an Extraordinary person on the prisoner path. He has blond hair, brown eyes, a height of 1.74 meters, and is of Southern Continent origin... Gavin Lead, a defector from the Temperance Party two years ago, is actually still working for Maria.

?... If a person works four jobs, how much salary will he receive?

The living corpses looked around vigilantly, and they were all good and competent security guards.

Richard left the processing plant before the zombies noticed him.

Across two streets and in another block, Richard came to Maria's charity school.

He immediately saw the blue-haired Extraordinary sitting in the guard room. Judging from the spiritual color, he was a "navigator" who had almost finished digesting the potion. He was mentally stable and in a normal state.

The navigator also saw Him, and his expression immediately became serious: "Who are you? During the class period, no one is allowed to enter!"

Richard smiled: "Isn't the previous doorman a veteran? Where did that old gentleman go?"

"He is old, so we will give him a pension so that he can go back and take care of himself."

The navigator still stared at Richard closely. He did not feel any danger from this man, but he still did not let go.

Seeing that the navigator was so serious, Richard felt very relieved: "I'm coming to find Maria."

"Maria? Miss Maria is not here."

"Really? But she was the one who called me back." Richard shrugged, "Maria always likes to bluff, putting herself in a weak position, luring the enemy deep, and then looking for opportunities to counterattack. This kind of strategy will not last long.

, she’s obviously already at Sequence 5, isn’t she?”

Hearing the person in front of him pointing directly at Maria, the navigator's face immediately darkened:

"Sir, I don't know what you are talking about, but you'd better not..." At this point, the Storm Path Extraordinary, who always spoke faster than his brain, finally recalled the first sentence, "What?"

Were you called back by Miss Maria? Well, you, what the hell...do you have any proof? For example, a letter or something?"

It was Maria who called me back by chanting my honorable name for three consecutive days... Richard smiled and took out an open letter from his pocket beforehand: "Yes."

The navigator carefully took the envelope, checked the address and sender's name, and then took out the letter to check. He took out the letter paper, read two lines, and nodded to confirm: "It is indeed Miss Maria's handwriting."

He was about to continue asking when he suddenly heard a rush of footsteps and saw Maria, disguised in disguise, striding out of the teaching building and quickly approaching the guard booth.

"Sean, didn't I tell you before that if a 'tall, gray-haired' gentleman comes to visit, you should notify me immediately?" Maria pulled down her sunglasses, glared at the navigator, and then looked at Li

Cha, his voice became much lower, "Please go this way."

The navigator was stunned: "Isn't that what you said to Gavin and the others?"

"You were also present."

"this……"

Richard calmly smoothed things over: "No, it doesn't matter. This gentleman has a strong sense of responsibility, is responsible, and is trustworthy."

Sean's eyes widened, he scratched his head in embarrassment, and watched Miss Maria and this strange young man quickly walk towards the teaching building.

"Hey? Why didn't you take the letter with you..."

Adhering to the moral standard of not peeking into other people's privacy, Sean put the letter back, folded it, and pressed it on the table.

Then, he noticed the recipient's name written in small letters in the corner:

Sistine Ernst.

"Ernst? This is not our foundation... Huh? Huh? This name? Isn't this name the new name of the leader that Miss Maria specially told us in private before?"

"Just now, that was... the leader??"

I witnessed an angel and turned Him away? Is this angel the leader we have admired since childhood?

Boom! A thunder and lightning flashed across his mind, and Sean entered a state of being struck by lightning, unable to think normally for a long time.

…

A few minutes later, there was an empty classroom.
To be continued...