Chapter: 651

After the individual exchange ended, Klein deliberately made The World salute, and said hoarsely: "Dear Mister Fool, thank you for your answer, it is very helpful to me."

"This is an equivalent exchange, no thanks." Klein resisted the sudden goosebumps and replied indifferently.

The subsequent free communication lasted less than ten minutes. He announced that the Tarot Society was over, and then cut off the connection with the crimson stars.

When the figures of "Justice", "The Hanged Man" and "The Sun" turned into streams of light and dissipated, Klein looked at the "World" on the opposite side, chuckled and said, "With the trumpet, many things are really convenient, right? few."

"It's just that the Eye of All Black can't be used outside of the gray fog. It's a pity."

While speaking, he manipulated the "world" to stand up and salute, and then let it dissolve in the majestic and majestic palace.

Because he had to be distracted from manipulating the trumpet before, Klein consumed a lot of spirituality. He didn't stay in this space any longer. He took off the "All Black Eye", put it on the surface of the long bronze table, and immediately returned to the real world. .

At this time, outside the closed curtains was the rare sunlight in Backlund's autumn and winter.

Klein didn't appreciate it, and fell asleep for half an hour, recovering some of his energy.

After waking up, because of Miss Justice's promise and the fact that the matter was not urgent, he didn't plan to go to the library to search for information. He decided to go to one of the many cemeteries on the outskirts of Backlund before dark.


Klein is going to experiment with the influence of Azik's copper whistle to figure out the scope and limitations!

Of course, the experiment will be carried out after dark, and the reason for going now is that it will be very strange and very attractive to hire a carriage to go to the cemetery in the evening.

After taking the steam subway to the south bank of the Tussock River, Klein hired a rented carriage and went to the Auston Cemetery on the outskirts of the southern district, which was managed by the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery.

In the darkness of the evening, the trees around the cemetery stretched out their teeth and claws, blocking the light, like monsters lurking in the night.

After accepting the 4 soli fee paid by Klein, the coachman glanced at the cemetery and asked in a muttered voice, "Do I need to wait for you here?"

"No, there's no need. I'm here to visit a friend." Klein casually gave a reason, and immediately noticed the driver's expression suddenly changed.

Here is the cemetery... Visiting a friend... It's getting dark... The coachman heard his own heart beating.

Only then did Klein come back to his senses, and added with a smile: "He is the gravekeeper here."

The coachman breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't dare to stay any longer. He hurriedly drove the horses and left quickly.

Klein circled the cemetery more than half a circle until night fell.

After dark, the emission of smoke and dust has decreased a lot, coupled with the bitter cold wind, the fog in the air has thinned a lot. Although there are still few stars to be seen, the crimson moon is faintly peeking out, covering the veil Like radiance covering the ground.

Klein tapped four times clockwise on his chest to draw the crimson moon. Then he put on his gloves, pushed and pressed, and climbed over the iron fence and entered the cemetery.

He looked around on high alert, randomly found a secluded corner, took out Azik's copper whistle, and held it in his hand.

Not far in front of him, there is a tombstone. The photo on it is already dirty, and the epitaph is also very blurred under the moonlight. Klein carefully read it for a few seconds before he figured out what it was written on: "A passing friend , please give me a hand, thank you!"

Very humorous gentleman... just you! Klein stopped in his tracks, leaning against the nearby trees that shielded the tomb from sunlight and rain, and waited patiently in the cold night.

He tossed Azik's copper whistle high, caught it firmly, threw it high again, caught it again, and just passed the time until twenty minutes later.

There was no sign of a corpse change... Klein snapped his pocket watch shut, looked around, and confirmed the result.

"Come back here in two days to see if there are any additional changes. If there are no additional changes, it means that Mr. Azik's copper whistle cannot affect the corpses that have accepted the priests' requiem ceremony." Klein silently muttered to himself. The ancient and delicate copper whistle was put back in his pocket.

In the Loen Kingdom, burials are generally divided into three types. The first type has a coffin and a corpse, which is suitable for the middle and upper classes who live a relatively affluent life. The second type does not have a corpse, and they are directly cremated and buried in an urn, which can pay for the cremation fee. But the choice of the lower middle class and skilled workers who feel that coffins are too wasteful, but sometimes, there are religious and government factors, such as believers in the eternal blazing sun, most of them are cremated, such as poor people who receive government assistance, all cremation, only charge Small fee.

The third type belongs only to the poor, who can�t afford a coffin and don�t want to be cremated, so they wrap it in whatever they want for burial. JrNovels.com