Chapter: 1834
��The "Golden Dream" will only head to Sonia Island after it sets sail this time, so the corpses of Shatas and Mobet are still on board, and Edwina put them in a specially prepared box.
With one knee bent, Edwina half-kneeled down, and Edwina opened the wooden box, revealing the staggered corpses inside.
The golden wine glass that was mostly crushed was quietly placed in the palm of a white bone, without any abnormality.
"No abnormality." Edwina concluded.
Danis took a glance with his head, wrote down the answer, and prepared to report to the great "The Fool" when no one was around, and asked him to pass it on to that lunatic Gehrman Sparrow.
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"No abnormality?" Above the gray mist, Klein frowned slightly, half puzzled and half relieved.
According to his speculation, there is a high probability that the golden wine glass has a problem, and it was a bit beyond his expectation that there was no abnormality. However, he also likes this answer because he does not want the sleep of Siatas and Mobet to be disturbed.
Maybe there is an additional catalytic condition? Hehe, I hope I never get it... Klein muttered a few words to himself, and turned his attention to the "Grossel's Travel Notes" in the pile of debris.
Since there is no way to enter the collective subconscious sea for the time being, and the recent focus is on the Antigonus family notes, he postponed his plan to explore the world in the book for the second time.
Phew... Klein exhaled, looked away, and prepared for this week's Tarot gathering.
Backlund time, three o'clock in the afternoon.
Lines of crimson light lit up on both sides of the mottled long table, solidifying into blurred and different figures.
Audrey's mood was as good as usual, even better, because her brother Hibbert Hall sent a telegram to tell her that the 10% stake in Backlund Bicycle Company had been finalized, with a total price of 12,000 gold pounds.
Moreover, she doesn't need to rush back to Backlund to sign. Before her brother Hibbert left, she had already signed the carte blanche agreement under the witness of two lawyers. She only needs to wait until everything is completed before signing a confirmation letter. to brother.
The corners of Audrey's mouth curled up elegantly, she stood up, and said to the fog-shrouded figure at the top of the long bronze table: "Good afternoon, Mister Fool~"
May Mr. Fool bless, today there is a clue to the fruit of the psychedelic wind chime tree... Immediately afterwards, she prayed silently in her heart.
After greeting each other and sitting down, Cattleya the Hermit lived up to Klein's expectations and once again lowered her head as if not daring to look directly at her and said, "Mr. Fool, this time there are three pages of Emperor Roselle's diary."
Hasn't that "Queen of Mysteries" found any clues to the assassination of Emperor Roselle... She has been providing diaries through Ms. "Hermit"... Unfortunately, I have been in the family territory recently, and I have not been able to get in touch with the Psychological Alchemy Association. Too many, I haven't been able to get a new diary... Well, I will go to the Antiquities Collection and Preservation Foundation in a few days to have a look, maybe they have collected some... "Justice" Audrey listened curiously.
"The Fool" Klein laughed: "Very good.
"You can consider asking."
Actually, I know that the "Queen of Mysteries" has already told you the problem... I don't know what she is going to do in Backlund... Klein's thoughts diverged slightly.
Soon, Cattleya the "Hermit" manifested the three pages of the diary and handed them over to Mister Fool.
Knowing that the diaries carefully selected by the "Queen of Mysteries" must have quite important contents, "The Fool" Klein concentrated his mind and casually cast his eyes on the yellow-brown parchment in his hand: "September 11th , Ever since I became an angel, I have a feeling that my personality has split. In my heart, in my spirit, in the depths of my spirit, there are always voices urging me, affecting me, and creating an uncontrollable indifference. Bloodthirsty, brutal and insane.
"This does not come from the outside world, nor is it the influence of the gods on their own pathways. I can clearly feel that it is derived from genes, from the collective subconsciousness inherited from generations of human beings, from the extraordinary characteristics themselves, not from the spirit left on them Influence.
"It makes me have a strong desire to hunt and kill. I want to devour all the creatures with extraordinary characteristics around me. This makes me have to spend most of my energy to fight against it. better.
"No wonder Mister 'Gate' says sanity is temporary and madness is eternal."
"September 28th, I haven't written a diary for a long time. In the past half a month, I seemed to be watching myself being replaced by strangers a little bit, becoming cold and scary a little bit, even my daughter Bernadette Both can only produce a small amount of fatherly love in me, very little.
Just when I was going crazy, I seemed to hear countless praises, those are my subjects, those are all the people who have benefited from my reforms, those are the believers who regard me as the 'son of steam', Praise me, sing me praises, erect statues for me, write stories for me, create poems for me.
"Their voices were like the anchors of the ship, helping me 'orientate' myself. JrNovels.com
With one knee bent, Edwina half-kneeled down, and Edwina opened the wooden box, revealing the staggered corpses inside.
The golden wine glass that was mostly crushed was quietly placed in the palm of a white bone, without any abnormality.
"No abnormality." Edwina concluded.
Danis took a glance with his head, wrote down the answer, and prepared to report to the great "The Fool" when no one was around, and asked him to pass it on to that lunatic Gehrman Sparrow.
����
"No abnormality?" Above the gray mist, Klein frowned slightly, half puzzled and half relieved.
According to his speculation, there is a high probability that the golden wine glass has a problem, and it was a bit beyond his expectation that there was no abnormality. However, he also likes this answer because he does not want the sleep of Siatas and Mobet to be disturbed.
Maybe there is an additional catalytic condition? Hehe, I hope I never get it... Klein muttered a few words to himself, and turned his attention to the "Grossel's Travel Notes" in the pile of debris.
Since there is no way to enter the collective subconscious sea for the time being, and the recent focus is on the Antigonus family notes, he postponed his plan to explore the world in the book for the second time.
Phew... Klein exhaled, looked away, and prepared for this week's Tarot gathering.
Backlund time, three o'clock in the afternoon.
Lines of crimson light lit up on both sides of the mottled long table, solidifying into blurred and different figures.
Audrey's mood was as good as usual, even better, because her brother Hibbert Hall sent a telegram to tell her that the 10% stake in Backlund Bicycle Company had been finalized, with a total price of 12,000 gold pounds.
Moreover, she doesn't need to rush back to Backlund to sign. Before her brother Hibbert left, she had already signed the carte blanche agreement under the witness of two lawyers. She only needs to wait until everything is completed before signing a confirmation letter. to brother.
The corners of Audrey's mouth curled up elegantly, she stood up, and said to the fog-shrouded figure at the top of the long bronze table: "Good afternoon, Mister Fool~"
May Mr. Fool bless, today there is a clue to the fruit of the psychedelic wind chime tree... Immediately afterwards, she prayed silently in her heart.
After greeting each other and sitting down, Cattleya the Hermit lived up to Klein's expectations and once again lowered her head as if not daring to look directly at her and said, "Mr. Fool, this time there are three pages of Emperor Roselle's diary."
Hasn't that "Queen of Mysteries" found any clues to the assassination of Emperor Roselle... She has been providing diaries through Ms. "Hermit"... Unfortunately, I have been in the family territory recently, and I have not been able to get in touch with the Psychological Alchemy Association. Too many, I haven't been able to get a new diary... Well, I will go to the Antiquities Collection and Preservation Foundation in a few days to have a look, maybe they have collected some... "Justice" Audrey listened curiously.
"The Fool" Klein laughed: "Very good.
"You can consider asking."
Actually, I know that the "Queen of Mysteries" has already told you the problem... I don't know what she is going to do in Backlund... Klein's thoughts diverged slightly.
Soon, Cattleya the "Hermit" manifested the three pages of the diary and handed them over to Mister Fool.
Knowing that the diaries carefully selected by the "Queen of Mysteries" must have quite important contents, "The Fool" Klein concentrated his mind and casually cast his eyes on the yellow-brown parchment in his hand: "September 11th , Ever since I became an angel, I have a feeling that my personality has split. In my heart, in my spirit, in the depths of my spirit, there are always voices urging me, affecting me, and creating an uncontrollable indifference. Bloodthirsty, brutal and insane.
"This does not come from the outside world, nor is it the influence of the gods on their own pathways. I can clearly feel that it is derived from genes, from the collective subconsciousness inherited from generations of human beings, from the extraordinary characteristics themselves, not from the spirit left on them Influence.
"It makes me have a strong desire to hunt and kill. I want to devour all the creatures with extraordinary characteristics around me. This makes me have to spend most of my energy to fight against it. better.
"No wonder Mister 'Gate' says sanity is temporary and madness is eternal."
"September 28th, I haven't written a diary for a long time. In the past half a month, I seemed to be watching myself being replaced by strangers a little bit, becoming cold and scary a little bit, even my daughter Bernadette Both can only produce a small amount of fatherly love in me, very little.
Just when I was going crazy, I seemed to hear countless praises, those are my subjects, those are all the people who have benefited from my reforms, those are the believers who regard me as the 'son of steam', Praise me, sing me praises, erect statues for me, write stories for me, create poems for me.
"Their voices were like the anchors of the ship, helping me 'orientate' myself. JrNovels.com
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