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In Port Emmatt, Leonard looked to Daly Simone, who offered to join him, and said:

"Where do you have any suggestions?"

Dressed with a charming beauty and mature temperament, Dale pulled up the hood of the psychic black robe and glanced at Leonard Mitchell:

“This is the time to show gentleman’s opinion and style.”

Leonard looked at the red gloves on his left palm and said carefully:

"We started with Captain Soster's arrangement. This may find some clues, but it may not be useful. I suspect that the 'Eye of the Goddess' also knows this. I just find something for us to do, confusing Ince Zangwell."

"Why do you say that?" Daley didn't joke, her expression was rarely serious.

Leonard glanced around and his voice became dark unconsciously:

"0-08 has the characteristic of 'you know it, it knows you'. Although we use only the self-named code name, which should be on the edge of its focus, as the "Red Glove" team that is chasing and discussing the Ince Zangwell problem many times, I think our situation may have been mastered by '0-08'. In this way, if Ince Zangwell is not completely unreasonable as we imagine, we can know that the wrongness of our state has been exposed, and thus consciously create coincidences and avoid it."

Daly recalled the information related to Ince Zangwell and nodded:

"Soster also mentioned this question at the beginning, but he did not say it so clearly and clearly, and was still in the stage of deducting possible factors from the failure result."

"So, while asking us to investigate the extraordinary people and materials of the "criminals" in the surrounding areas, pretending that things have not been confirmed, they are already preparing to use the corresponding items, set traps, and wait for Ince Zangwell to appear on his own initiative?"

Leonard turned around and said as he walked:

"It's probably true, but I suspect this may not be hidden from '0-08'..."

Dailey followed the diagonally and said thoughtfully:

"I think there is still hope for success. Don't forget that one of the goddesses' names is the mother of secrets."

"Can this restrain '0-08'? There will be high-level or sealed objects in the church to restrain '0-08'? No wonder '0-08' was once obtained by the church and sealed at the bottom of the church..." Leonard's green eyes lit up, and his spirit suddenly became excited.

Daly nodded with a very small amplitude, and her expression softened.

"What do captain have any ideas?" Leonard looked at her hands.

"He and I praised you and said you have become much better now." Daley smiled slightly, but did not say Dunn's name. "He said he could not help you anymore, but he will always support you. The premise is to be careful."

Leonard scratched his head and smiled.

"I always feel like you have something to worry about. Is it too much pressure?" Daley said casually, "Occasionally, I can also take on the role of a mentor other than the Necromancer."

"No, nothing, it's about Ince Zangwell." Leonard shook his head, spoke without any flaws, and reached out to press his temple. "He is a man who has a strong sense of malicious intention towards the church and the night watchman. If he can't find him, I'm afraid I won't even feel at ease when I eat or sleep."

Daly nodded. The defected bishop caused many coincidences and disasters, big and small, along the way, and had great malice, which was also the concern of all the "Red Gloves" who tracked down Ince Zangwell.

A few seconds later, Dai Li's eyes shrank and she blurted out:

"Will our discussion be known to '0-08'?"

Leonard's expression stopped, not sure, nor did he dare to shake his head, look at me and I look at you, but no one talked to you for a while.

...

After entering the area of ​​Port Enmatt, Klein raised his vigilance to the highest level in response to Edward Vaughn and Ince Zangwell who might suddenly appear.

Port Enmat is not a big city. Because there are no islands around it, the shipping routes are not developed. They are just an inconspicuous small port city. It only takes one day to visit the entire city, so the probability of encountering enemies on the roadside has greatly increased.

Klein held the talisman he had just made in his hand, carefully letting the "winner" secret agent approach him, and used the "master tactic technique" to find a way again.

He can't just do searching like the "Red Gloves".

After leaving Source Castle, he might not be able to do better than the "Red Gloves" team alone, but Klein had another way to make Ince Zangwell appear on his own - that is, to find Edward Vaughn.

According to the extraordinary aggregation principle, the two of them will definitely keep getting closer, and in fact they just need to follow Edward Vaughn. Either the demon finds Ince Zangwell, or Ince Zangwell is induced.

But this makes the difficulty increase! This is too dangerous. Although I don’t know how Leonard survived after seeing the other party, Klein felt that he could not let the other party take this risk anyway. But if Leonard, who has the old man, does not go, Klein himself can’t think of any way to let the other party appear or track an angel without being discovered.

"He could sense the divination of the Source Castle, and He probably knew that I was the one who divined the source Castle... If I... forget it, my intuition told me that something terrible would definitely happen." Klein immediately felt cold all over his body as soon as he had a slight thought in this aspect. He immediately followed the guidance of his spirituality and mind, and threw this method far behind his mind.

"Ince Zangwell, 'The Immortal King', Edward Vaughan, the concentration of demons here is completely exceeding the standard. The high sequence gathers here for a short time. It is estimated that many demons and prisoners will be on the way to be attracted..."

The things caused by the promotion of the Demon Dog and Jason Beria are already scary. If more demons come here, Crane could hardly imagine how many disasters would happen in this small town.

"Where will Edward Vaughan be-"

Klein walked a long way and bypassed many places. Suddenly, a melodious sound of piano could be heard in his ears.

This is a song he is very familiar with, but does not exist in this world.

He slowly turned his head there in a daze, and subconsciously walked towards the origin of the sound, but stopped immediately after the way.

"Katyusha"

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Anyway, the aggregation ability will make the "Demon Card" approach itself, so why should I find it?

When he woke up, Edward completely threw away the little "Red Glove" incident yesterday. Whether the other party was firm in his faith, he didn't hear it or believed that he had doubts. As long as Adam picked up 0-08, everything he said would come true.

He is not interested in what reaction the other party will have. It is best if he loses control and can cause some minor trouble for the Night Church.

On the streets of Enmatt, there are many people with tanned skin, wearing various simple clothes. Perhaps they are fishermen, or pirates seeking life at sea. Edward looked at these people slowly, and walked along the way to the city's street garden, and saw a simple piano next to the flower bed.

The piano is the cheapest one, and its four legs and chairs are fixed to the ground with chains to prevent them from being touched by people with unclean hands and feet.

"Ally, do you want to listen to some song?"

Edward became interested. He circled around the piano twice, reached out and pressed the keys on it, and the serious missound made His eyes dark.

He looked left and right, squatted down and opened the cover under the piano, drove away the family of non-toxic spiders who were nesting inside, cleaned up the inside of the harbor city, and then tuned up the piano.

"I taught music in my previous life... I spent my whole life working on piano on the streets. Both things were improved by me, so the church won't let me in."

"That's not your previous life." The black and white eyes opened.

“No difference.”

“There is a difference.”

"Okay, then there's a difference. What do you want to hear? Do you want to have a song "Unbreakable Alliance"?"

My eyes rolled, denying this song that seemed to have some other meanings:

"don't want."

"Then I'll choose it myself."

Edward mumbled, stood up and pressed the white key, played a few notes at will, and then bent down to re-commission. After repeating this for about ten minutes, He finally calibrated the pitch of the cheap piano. Looking back, several people around him had already begun to stop and watch, curiously watching the decent gentleman rushing a disrepaired piano on the street.

Edward stood up, patted the dust, and smiled at them.

"Welcome, welcome to listen to the last performance in life."

He was not loud and did not explain the meaning of this sentence. Several people around him looked at each other in confusion, and then looked at him with a look of mourning.

Edward laid a clean handkerchief on the piano stool, tidied up the hem of the clothes, and sat on it.

A beautiful melody slowly rises.

This is not the song Edward is best at, but this skill has long been engraved in his soul. He instantly attracted the attention of pedestrians around him. They were in a hurry and dusty manner, but they all turned their attention here.

Although the tickets for concerts and opera houses in the middle-class districts are not expensive, spending hours and several pennies on things that cannot fill their stomachs is also a luxury.

"You should be familiar with this song, right? The pear blossoms bloom all over the world, and the soft veil is covered on the river..." Edward sang a few lyrics while playing, and then laughed in a good mood, "My Russian is very bad, it is all hard to mark by phonetic symbols, but Italian is better."

"I heard it."

The real Creator became silent after the music started, and after a long time he spoke:

“…Your pronunciation is a disaster.”

But after a thousand years, it is a very happy thing to hear his mother tongue again, right? Seeing that the real Creator fell into silence, instead of once again persistently correcting his behavior of confusing "Edward Vaughn" with the identity of the external god, Edward became visible to the naked eye and actively torture the other party with the pronunciation of "disaster" and no one could understand it anyway.

A piano can do very little, but this soft and beautiful tune makes more and more people stop and watch.

Some barefoot children relied on their tiny figure to squeeze into the crowd, looking curiously at the item that could flow like water with just one press.

But they quickly turned their attention elsewhere, and saw that there were neither boxes nor hats around the player for collecting money, and they waved their dirty little hands in disappointment and squeezed out.

"Do you want to listen to me telling Edward's story? He was not born in a music family, but his father was the leader of the church's choir... He chose music because his studies were really bad. The teacher tactfully suggested that he give up the college entrance examination, but he ended up in a mishap."

He began to divide himself and "Edward Vaughan" into two people.

The real Creator felt that he could not understand the division of his identity by the external god, so he simply stopped caring about these trivial matters.

"He was a little impatient, and at first he was not used to the feeling of performing on stage. After spending a lot of effort to get admitted to the Conservatory of Music, he was the first final exam for his studies. Because he was criticized by the teacher for singing too little, he refuted the teacher on the spot. Therefore, he failed the first time and was so angry that he didn't sleep well for two days... This is why he finally chose to become an instrument player, so he only had to stare at his instruments and hands on the stage, without thinking about the audience in the audience."

"He would go back to the church near his home during the winter and summer vacations to participate in charity performances and help the choir and band. A previous organist gave him a letter of recommendation, and he embarked on this path. Later, as he grew older, his temper became better and better..."

He whispered to the real Creator in English, because he would not, nor would He.

Although there have been people leaving, there are more and more passers-by. Seeing the end of the first song, there were continuous applause in the crowd, and a young girl asked loudly:

“Can you play a specific repertoire?”

Edward turned his eyes to the girl with freckles on his face and nodded: "Of course."

"Sir, which god are you a believer?" the girl asked again with courage.

Edward thought for a moment: "The God of Steam and Machinery."
To be continued...