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In a night church closer to the affected area.

Leonard sat on the worship bench in the chapel, drinking warm tea in small sips, a little absent-minded.

Dalie was wearing a blanket and leaning on another bench, separated by a walkway of more than two meters wide between Leonard.

The two wounded people do not need to participate in the church's relief activities for the time being and can stay in the church for a while. One of them thinks quietly, and the other closes his eyes to recover, without saying a word.

The luminous stars drawn with special luminous minerals on the ceil emit a stable and faint light in the slightly dim church. The gas wall lights are very low from the ceiling. The dark environment makes people calm both physically and mentally, as if they have come to a place of peace of mind.

After a long time, Daly broke the silence:

"The spirit in your body tells me that you have something to worry about."

Leonard came back to his senses and nodded with a serious expression: "Captain Soster and his friends are still missing..."

"I'm not talking about this, boy."

Daly's expression was right, she opened her eyes and looked at Leonard who was in silence:

"When Enmat searched for Ince Zangwell, you seemed to have something to worry about. I thought you were worried about being unable to arrest him, but it seems that's not the case. Half of our team is missing, and your emotions are nothing but anxiety and sadness."

Leonard sighed and asked, "What is it?"

"Don't be confused, maybe? I've only seen your expression in some young people who go out to buy drunk late at night." Daly smiled, stretched out her hand to lift the broken hair scattered on her forehead and looked at her fingers, "What are you thinking about? Ince Zangwell is finally dead, and we are lucky to not lose our lives. In any case, we should be able to relax a little and enjoy the moment."

But you always have a strange and heavy aura.

Leonard put the water cup that had already started to cool down on the empty seat next to it, and held his chin with his hands and fingers.

"I'm thinking... Madam, do you think... Ince Zangwell is not the real mastermind. He is just a tool to be pushed to the front stage, a prop that is easy to control... In fact, someone else has planned all this...?"

He tried to describe it in words that sounded like nothing wrong, and did not talk too much about the other person who actually took away 0-08.

Because the existence of the first person who picked up a quill has already said it all.

But at the same time, Leonard felt that his current cover was completely unnecessary. No matter how much he thought about this, he would never be thought of the goddess! And after thinking about it this way, he did not lose control. Leonard was so sorry for his undevotion.

Daly didn't think so much, but she also learned about the 0-08 incident that was eventually stolen under Leonard's rough description.

"What do you mean? Actually, the one who really planned everything might be the one... You said that you suddenly appeared and suddenly picked up the mysterious high-sequence powerhouse who could not remember the appearance of 0-08? This is indeed possible..."

Dairy slowly stroked his fingers, thought for a while, and said from the perspective of a very normal official extraordinary person:

"Even if Ince Zangwell is just a tool, he has committed countless sins in the process. After you stolen again at 0-08, you think Ince Zangwell might be considered an accomplice?"

"It makes sense, and, for the church, 0-08 is still a stolen state, and your findings can continue to be reported, but..."

But Ince Zangwell, who brought death to the Night Church, the Nightkeeper, and the people who died, has been confirmed to die. The stolen 0-08 seal of 0-08 has the strange ability to create "coincidences", making it even more difficult to track down. Now, taking away the high sequence of 0-08 is even more unknown, and a drop of water fell into the sea and completely lost its trace.

Even if it is reported to the church, it is impossible to investigate and can only be put into the file as a mystery.

The relevant events of 0-08 should end here.

It appeared so ingeniously and disappeared so ingeniously with the high-sequence powerhouses waiting for it to come, as if it was telling the night-time people clearly: It's over here, it's almost done, anyway, you can't find anything else.

So is it over like this?

Leonard's eyes stared at the stone bricks on the floor of the chapel and did not move them away for a long time.

Daly didn't say anything. She could still keenly feel that Leonard was thinking much more than that, but the other party kept showing that he refused to open his heart, and she didn't know how to ask again.

The silence in the chapel was restored again.

After temporarily removing 0-08 from his mind, Leonard immediately remembered another more complicated thing-

Regarding his resurrection from the dead and his terrifying promotion speed, he seemed to be associated with a terror named "The Fool", and was also strangely protected by the senior management of the Aurora Society, Klein Moretti!

Leonard is in a complicated mood now. He feels that with these prefixes, the official extraordinary person who was originally worthy of pride, was simply the most ordinary person, and even made him feel that he was a little arrogant when he regarded the other party as a colleague.

The old man hadn't woken up yet, and no one could hear him say these words.

Leonard tried to sort it out, but these things seemed to be completely a mess.

——First of all, Klein just died after the real Creator God came to his death, and then was suspected of being resurrected by the mysterious organization "Death" which was his escape plan, and it should be impossible to be wrong. Contacting the shadow that protected him, Klein is likely to have a certain status in the Aurora Society, and has a high-sequence powerhouse (those who can take Klein away from the 0-08 person must be a high-sequence) protection, and it may be a saint or angel's favor.

But from these two things, this makes sense, but combined with the incident of God's descending, it is completely incomprehensible.

If Klein is a believer of the real Creator, why should he help the Night Watch stop Lanceus? If Klein's purpose is to become an undercover agent in the Night Church, why did he really give up his identity in order to prevent the real Creator from dying? Why was he resurrected by Azke Eggs, the "God of Death" of an organization related to Tarot Card after his death?

Could it be said that the "fool" is another identity of the real creator?

Or are these two evil gods with some kind of connection?

I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out at all. There is too much information missing. Leonard's own speculation alone can only draw one conclusion:

That's Klein Moretti himself, not a bad person.

At least, he is not as crazy and cruel as other Aurora believers. He has a conscience and kindness to the church. Even if he can be resurrected, he will die to protect Tingen. Perhaps, perhaps he went astray and was not really brainwashed into a cult?

I have to ask him in person... I have to hear him answer in person!

Leonard's eyes became serious again. He grabbed his head, picked up the herbal tea next to him and drank it all.

after……

After that, it was time to think about my own choice.

...

After being swallowed by the shadows, Klein opened his eyes again and found that he had been sent to Beckland's Aurora Club stronghold.

He appeared in the corridor, so he simply found an empty room and walked in, locked the door, and walked four steps backwards.

Above the gray fog, Klein stared at the gray fog with deep eyes, closed his eyes and rested for a while.

After confirming his state, Klein immediately walked to the depths of the mysterious space above the gray fog, towards the stairs of light leading to the heavenly kingdom.

As he expected, there was another step, a staircase filled with light.

This time, Klein was sure that he could use the six-stage stairs to which the giant belonged, to climb the condensed ash cloud.

One step, two steps, three steps... He walked to the end, jumped, and stepped on the clouds formed by the gray fog.

What caught his eye was a brilliant light gate stained with a little black. This was composed of countless layers of light balls. The body of each light ball was a pile of twisted worms that were clumping into groups. Some were transparent and some were translucent.

Above the light gate, thin black lines were hanging, and they hung one almost completely transparent "silk cocoon" after another.

The "silkworm cocoons" swayed gently, wrapping different soul bodies, some with dark skin, some with yellow species, some with white people, some with jeans, some with mobile phones, some with gorgeous clothes, some with beautiful facial features, all with a sense of living, but their eyes were closed tightly.

Klein's eyes froze, as if he had returned to Earth, walking on the street with full races.

Then, he noticed that four "silk cocoons" had been broken, and there was nothing inside, swinging with the wind.

Krain, who raised his head and looked up, stared silently at all this, quietly watching.

599

"Agaritu is dead? He really..."

While preparing for the promotion ceremony, Gadriya, who was far away in the safe waters near the ruins of the God War, suddenly received such a message from the "world" German Sparrow.

Garteria grabbed the mystery books in her hand in disbelief that she had not finished reading. She raised her head and looked at the sky outside the porthole, feeling a little dreamy for a moment.

It was a relief, but it seemed that there was more emptiness and confusion than joy... No, I couldn't think so, I had to continue to work hard to advance, become a demigod, further search and contact the survivor of "Feature Dawn", and then conjure up the truth about Her Majesty's death... Gadriya quickly adjusted her mood, her mouth slightly raised, stood up from the chair, ready to let the chef of "Future" add another one of her favorite desserts at noon today.

She pushed open the door and walked up the stairs, and saw Frank coming with a bag of mushrooms.

Gadriya's relaxed mood gradually disappeared with the smile on her face, and the smile moved to Frank's face. Frank happily raised the sack in his hand and showed it enthusiastically:

"Look! Captain, this is my new product of mushrooms after improvement. They have stable genes, better taste, rich nutrition, and will not mutate, will not become invasive species, and will not actively attack living people!"

Why did the original mushrooms take the initiative to attack living people...Gardria forced herself to smile. Since Frank repeatedly completed important orders, she has become an indispensable and important source of funds on the "Future Number". She had to barely ask:

"Oh, then what can they do?"

"It can simulate the taste and nutrition of meat. This is beef, this is chicken, this is fish... and there are also purified mushrooms that can remove pollution and toxins from the human body. This is made by some of the "Singer" spiritual items given to me by Captain, but the quantity is too small (Frank tried to blink)... This is a milk mushroom, which is planted on the monster and absorbs the contaminated mushrooms in the monster's meat..."

Gadriya suppressed the twitching of the corners of her mouth and patiently listened to Frank's product report. She felt that Frank had already had some primitive believers under the praise of the Aurora Society and some of the poor people in the South Mainland.

But it has to be said that after receiving so much feedback, Frank gradually found his direction and goal. The products he made are indeed becoming safer, and even mortals without extraordinary abilities can use them safely.

“The delivery will be made tomorrow.”

Frank happily opened his body and asked the captain to leave first: "I'll go back first and write the instructions for these mushrooms!"

"……OK."

Kadeliya was also infected by the other party's enthusiasm and couldn't help but smile: "Come on."

...

At two o'clock in the afternoon, in a small town in Intis.

The customer pushed open the glass door of the cake shop, and the metal wind chimes hanging on the door jingled and made a pleasant sound.

Standing behind the counter where the woman who had been in the past but was still shiny, she finished writing the bill in her hand, looked up at the door, and smiled at the guest in black:

“Welcome.”

"Thanks."

The middle-aged man dressed incompatible with Intis responded gently.
To be continued...