About a quarter of an hour later, he finally waited until the Church Extraordinary who came to comfort him left the dream.

"Finally... I can sleep peacefully..." Klein wanted to habitually open his eyes and fall asleep again, but found that once he didn't need to be highly vigilant and vigilant, he could fall asleep directly with the help of the remaining sense of tranquility in his dream.

This night, he slept very well, and it was dawn as soon as he woke up. The sun was rising outside, the red moon was still there, the sky was bright, and the wind was soft.

Klein lazily spent nearly ten minutes in a daze before picking up the gold-cased pocket watch on the bedside table, snapping it open and taking a look.

"It's not until half past six...Should I turn over and continue sleeping, or just get up?" Klein examined his state, and saw that he was clear-headed, full of energy, and not feeling tired at all, so he got out of bed, took a shower, and walked around. Step to the balcony and look at the orange-red sky.

In Backlund this season, due to the influence of the wind, the smog itself is not too serious. In addition, the air pollution control has been carried out in the past few months. At this time, the blue sky is clean, the air is refreshing, and the gardeners are already busy in the garden. The maid and the handyman were heading to the market together, but apart from them, the surroundings were peaceful. This made Klein feel suddenly bright, and he forgot all his troubles for a while, feeling that the world belonged to him alone at this moment.

With a not-so-obvious smile on his face, he quietly admired the scene. In the next quarter of an hour, two or three servants came out of the surrounding houses one after another, either carrying baskets or leading horses. A little bit came alive, and the sun gradually brightened.

"This is what life should be like..." Klein sighed silently, and suddenly had the urge to go out for a walk, turned around and left the balcony, walked to the door, and turned the handle.

Outside his master bedroom, Richardson was already waiting, making it impossible to guess what time he woke up.

This is the hardest part for a valet, who must go to bed later and wake up earlier than his employer.

"Breakfast is still an hour away. If you want to advance, sir, the kitchen can be ready in a quarter of an hour." Richardson didn't ask En Dant�s why he suddenly got up early.

Klein laughed and said, "No need to advance, I plan to go for a walk first."

"Okay, sir." Richardson entered the bedroom, picked out a coat according to his employer's advice, and helped him put it on.

In the end, Klein put on his silk top hat, took the inlaid scepter, went down to the first floor, walked out of the gate, and walked slowly to the other side along the Intis plane trees and black gas lampposts along the street.

Along the way, there is a faint fragrance from the gardens of each house, and the green leaves of the trees create a quiet implication on the heights. The pedestrians passing by are very rare, and the occasional carriage breaks the silence, and they are far away. go.

Klein enjoyed the early morning environment and the beauty of waking up early, and felt that the remaining traces of yesterday's negative emotions were evaporating and disappearing little by little.

Well, Extraordinary people must know how to take the initiative to create conditions and adjust their mood... After I walk around like this, the bishops of Saint-Samuel Church should know that Dwayne Dant�s has fully recovered and will not disturb my sleep in the middle of the night �Klein's thoughts wandered, and his eyes casually glanced at No. 39 Berklund Street next to him.

This is the home of Mr. Macht.

Its outer walls are made of sharp iron rods, allowing passers-by to pass through the gaps and enjoy the beauty of the garden inside.

As his eyes moved, Klein saw a familiar figure, that was Hazel with long dark green hair and dark brown eyes. This beautiful and proud girl was walking along the garden path with her maid, and from time to time Look around.

She also got up so early? I can't go to the sewer in the middle of the night recently, so the quality of sleep is excellent? Klein slandered, looked away, and paced forward.

Glancing at Richardson who followed calmly behind him, Klein suddenly remembered the news reports, magazine columns, and stories related to the Southern Continent that he had read recently.

��He has been consciously reading content in similar fields, this is to enrich the character of Dawn Dant�s, after all, his previous knowledge of the Southern Continent comes from Anderson, the pirate, adventurer and the strongest hunter in the Misty Sea, Who knows if there is any exaggeration and fabrication.

The information I read in the past and recently is that so-and-so went to the Southern Continent, made a fortune and came back, or simply emigrated there. Heh, this made the entire Backlund people think that the Southern Continent is full of gold and full of sudden wealth. Even if it is a common tree there, the sap has multiple functions and can be exchanged for a large amount of gold pounds, so the kingdom often goes to war with countries such as Feysac and Intis to snatch the colonies... If it weren't for the commoners who couldn't save enough ships There will definitely be a large number of people flocking there... Klein turned his thoughts, and asked his substitute male servant casually: "What does the Southern Continent look like in your impression?"

He remembered that Richardson was born in the manor there, and was brought to Backlund when he became an adult.

Richardson was silent for a few seconds and said: "Sir, I actually don't know much about the Southern Continent, because most of the time I am busy in the manor and rarely have the opportunity to go out."

"Just tell me your impression, the most authentic impression, don't worry about anything, I just want to get a general idea, you know, they all think that I am an expert in the Southern Continent, but in fact, my experience is only limited to a few A few places and the merchant class." Klein said with a chuckle.

Richardson buried his head a little bit, looked at his toes as he walked forward and said, "My impression of the Southern Continent is: "Hunger, exhaustion, pain, and yearning for the world after death..."

Hunger, exhaustion, pain... Klein repeated these three words in his heart, and walked step by step on Boklund Street without asking any more questions.

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