"Indeed, too many people go to Backlund after the New Year." Benson echoed.

The middle-aged man put away his distressed expression and said expectantly: "Because they promised 21 soli a week and promised to work no more than 12 hours a day, we signed the contract!

"After I rent a house and get my first salary, let my wife also go to Backlund. She should also be able to find a good job. There are 12 or 13 soli a week. Backlund is said to be very short of people. ! At that time, ah, we will have a salary of more than 1.5 pounds a week, and we can often eat meat!"

"Your wish will definitely come true. The king has signed an order to allow the implementation of the bills stipulating minimum wages and working hours." Benson sincerely blessed him, and then smiled, "It's the 'Land of Hope'."

Woo!

The steam train arrived in Backlund with countless people full of hope. At this time, the sky was still bright, and the fog in the mid-air had thinned a lot, and the gas lamps hanging above the platform were no longer lit early.

Benson was very experienced in protecting his sister and wallet, carrying a suitcase, and walked out of the station along the crowd.

Suddenly, they felt a line of sight sweeping across at the same time.

Looking around, Benson and Melissa saw a young gentleman with neat black hair and dark brown eyes.

The gentleman wearing gold-rimmed glasses pressed his top hat, looked past them and into the distance.

Benson and Melissa also looked away, looking at the smoke-spraying pillars in the garden in the middle of the street, expecting to see Backlund's underground transportation.

Carrying his suitcase, Klein passed them straight and expressionless, and entered the departure station in the face of the large crowds pouring into the "Land of Hope" and the people who were anxiously harboring good expectations.

It was the worst of times, it was the best of times.

(End of the second part)

The sky outside the window was gloomy, but there was no fog that Klein was familiar with. The waves came in waves, blowing away all the haze, allowing the high-altitude clouds to roll up and arrange into various shapes, reflecting the golden-red sun.

This is Pritz Harbor, the largest and busiest port in the Kingdom of Loen.

Klein, who was wearing a light-colored vest and a white shirt, stood by the window and stared at the outside world for a while. He didn't return to the table made of mahogany until urged by his pocket watch.

Standing by the warm fireplace, he picked up a dark black round-bellied absorbent pen, unfolded the letter paper, and slowly wrote: "Dear Mr. Ards: "Please forgive me for not writing to you until today. In the past few days, I Wandering in Backlund, immersed in the devastation caused by previous events to this metropolis, if we were all ordinary people, we might have covered them with white cloth, carried them into the crematorium, and lived in a tiny box...

"I waited for a long time, and finally found an opportunity to retrieve my own items, including the 'card of blasphemy' I promised. In addition, there is another item that I will let the courier bring to you. It is a A copper whistle, a copper whistle that can summon messengers, it comes from a chance encounter with an old man who climbed up from the coffin, you must be confused when you see this, because the description I used can also point to you, this That's what I don't understand.

"...The specifics of the incident are like this. I suspect that the original owner of the copper whistle is a member of the spiritual sect who tried to resurrect the death god, and his level is not low. Maybe you can see something from this copper whistle...

"Before I left Backlund, I wrote to the 'Heart of the Machine', describing the huge underground ruins where you and Ince Zangwill fought. I hope they can use this information to find out the truth behind the matter.

"After roundabout and indirect probing, I confirmed that they are not hostile to me and you for the time being, if you are in trouble, maybe you can try to ask them for help.

"Finally, I have another question, is there any way to remove the residual spiritual pollution in the solidified Beyonder characteristics?

"...I am about to sail away, I wish you a smooth journey to find memories, and I wish myself a safe journey.

"Your student and friend, Klein Moretti."

After putting down the pen and reading it from the beginning, Klein folded the letter paper and stuffed it into the envelope together with the "Dark Emperor" card and the copper whistle suspected to be left by members of the Spiritual Sect.

After finishing all this, he picked up the copper whistle given by Mr. Ards, and summoned the messenger by blowing.

The courier was still nearly four meters tall, made of pure white bones, and its eye sockets were burning with black flames, but Klein's spiritual intuition told him that this was already another courier.

Sighing secretly, Klein raised his arm and put the letter into the other's hanging palm.

The messenger lowered his head for a glance, and immediately disintegrated quickly, turning into bones, and then fell like a torrential rain, drilling into the ground. JrNovels.com