Chapter 282 The Fastest Way

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The City of the Dead... "Unknown Souls"... Ancient Gods... This sounds very dangerous... Klein looked at the radio receiver in front of him and fell into deep thought.

Click, click, the illusory white paper spat out another piece:

“Other than these, I don’t know much else.

"Great Master, I have a suggestion, do you want to hear it?"

This is a good question... Klein retracted his thoughts, nodded gently and said:

"explain."

The clicking sound of the radio receiver suddenly became brisk, and a line of words quickly appeared on the illusory white paper:

“For questions about Calderon, you can ask ‘Red Light’ El Moria.”

In the end, I still couldn’t get around the “red light”... Klein nodded slightly and turned to ask:

"Now that the city of Behrens is under attack, and I'm still two days away from there, what suggestions do you have for this?"

The voice of the radio receiver paused for a moment, and then typed out the next line as if carefully considering each word:

"Dear Master, with your current status, you are unable to complete the mission."

Are the two Aurora Order divine envoys not powerful enough to intervene in Behrens’ battle? Well, that’s expected, so what to do?

"You can ask Ms. D for help, she has a way."

Is there anything Ms. D can do? She does have many industries in the Southern Continent, and she may be able to help me. Your safety is guaranteed. Klein made a decision, thought about it and said:

"Okay, that's it for today."

After the typewriter finished typing this sentence, it started clicking again:

"Great master, wise master, wait a minute or two, and some eyes will be on you! Your loyal servant Arrods is waiting for your next call. Goodbye~"

One or two more minutes? Why didn't you tell me earlier? Klein was shocked, as if he had seen the countdown to a time bomb. He quickly used the materials from the altar that had not yet been withdrawn to perform a sacrificial ceremony, and threw the radio receiver above the gray fog.

But above the gray fog, Klein did not leave immediately. Instead, he took the time to write a divination note - once he sought Ms. D's help, he would probably have to spend a long time on the carriage. However, he had no chance to walk four steps backward to reach Source Castle. Therefore, it could only be ended before Ms. D came back - the divination was completed within half a minute.

"Ms. D's plan would put me in danger"

Rotate slightly clockwise.

There will be some risk, but it's not big and it's completely acceptable.

Klein breathed a sigh of relief and quickly returned to the real world.

Next, he should consider when to contact the Seven Lights of the Spirit World.

After doing all this, sitting quietly for a moment, and confirming that nothing happened, Klein opened the door, took marionette downstairs to check out, and went to the lobby to wait for Ms. D to come back from her work.

After sitting quietly for a few minutes, Klein suddenly felt a gaze falling on him, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.

I saw two dirty figures squatting not far outside the glass door of the hotel, one big and one small.

The older one is a disabled man whose exact age cannot be determined but is quite old and thin. The younger one is sitting in the man's arms and looking at him with a pair of big bright eyes. He is actually the one Klein saw in the restaurant last night. little girl.

They were wrapped in a rag and squatted in the corner, wondering if they had been there all night.

Seeing Klein looking at them, the two men stood up in a hurry, not knowing where to put their hands.

Klein felt the hairs on his back stand up one by one, and was defeated by that ignorant yet bright gaze. He sat with his fists clenched for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to stand up. He walked towards the glass door and wanted to ask them what they were doing to see him. Are you here to blackmail or beg? Because I gave that little girl a bowl of rice?

At this moment, familiar footsteps came from not far away. Ms. D, wearing sunglasses and a hat, quickly approached. Seeing that Klein's condition seemed to be recovering, she smiled and said hello.

Then, she also noticed two Southern Continent natives, one large and one small, standing at the base of the wall who seemed to have something to say. She looked at them and then at Klein: "Sir, are they here to see you?"

"...I don't know either." Klein responded in a deep voice.

The little girl didn't react at all. When the older man saw Ms. D, who was obviously from the Northern Continent, he was obviously flustered and frightened. His eyes flickered between Klein and Ms. D, and his lips pursed. He stood without saying a word.

Ms. D smiled without any surprise. She spoke softly, with magic in her voice:

"Don't be nervous." He used Dutan language.

"Under God's watchful eye, we will not harm you."

Under the cover of the early morning sun, a less obvious golden halo fell on the old and skinny man. The warm power seemed to make him bathe in hot water. His body and mind relaxed involuntarily, and the fear in his eyes was greatly reduced.

Seeing that the other party calmed down, Ms. D smiled and asked:

"Sir, what exactly is the matter with you?"

The thin man hesitated for a while, and finally spoke Dutanese and body language with strong local characteristics, allowing Klein and Ms. D to barely understand what he wanted to express:

He is the uncle of this little girl. Everyone in his family died of disease and hunger. The child's parents were arrested and sent to the plantation. The slave catchers looked at a kid and a disabled patient who could not be sold for a few dollars. Only the devil escaped. He couldn't feed the child either. After hearing that the child said that there was someone who did not bully her and even gave her food, he took the risk to come over and take a look and asked Klein to take the child away.

After listening to the other party's stumbling story, Klein fell into silence.

Ms. D looked at Klein and said nothing.

Klein replied to the man in Tutanese: "I don't need slaves."

The man was shocked. He used his only remaining hand to lift the little girl's face, wiped the dust off it with his sleeve, and said intermittently:

"Sir, you see, although she is small, she is a beauty! If you don't need a slave, then your mistress... your adopted daughter..."

Klein raised his head, took a deep breath, and tried his best to make a stopping gesture.

He felt that his ability to bear it was far less than he thought, and he almost suffocated just listening to others speak.

The man had no choice but to look at Ms. D for help, and Ms. D could only give him a helpless look. The little girl next to him seemed to feel something, and nervously clutched the hem of the man's clothes.

Suddenly, Klein turned to look at Ms. D and asked seriously: "Madam, please tell me, if I want to set up a factory in a city like this to provide jobs for these poor and unemployed people, how much will it cost per month?" Can funds be used to operate?”

After hearing this, Ms. D smiled slightly:

"You are really a person of high moral character. Of course, the working capital depends on the business you want to do and the size of your factory... I do have some small industries in the Southern Continent, but that is also with the help of friends. Established to do a simple cloth weaving and processing business, if you have any intention in this regard, I welcome you to discuss it in detail with me and my partners."

After speaking, she turned her gaze to the ignorant little girl and the skinny man with eyes full of prayer, and asked in the common language of the Northern Continent:

"Before that, how are you going to... deal with them?"

An elderly disabled person and a child in his teens were obviously not the type to work in a factory.

The old Kohler whom Klein helped was also a middle-aged and elderly man who had all four limbs and was still able to work.

Seeing that Klein had not yet made a decision, Ms. D put forward her own suggestion: "Maybe this child can live a better life with you. Just like what he said, otherwise they will have to starve to death together, or This child survived and became a street girl early... This is too cruel for anyone, let alone she looks only eleven or twelve years old."

"But what if I want them all to survive?"

Klein's eyes were fixed on the little girl's hand clinging to the family's clothes, and his eyes and tone gradually became firm: "He sold her to me so that the child could live. Without the child as a concern, he soon You will lose your will to live.”

"You can give him more money." Ms. D said. "Based on the price of goods in the Southern Continent and his age, just assume that he can live for another twenty years. About four to five hundred pounds will be enough for him to enjoy his old age."

Klein also smiled.

"If such a child is sold for four to five hundred pounds, then other people in the local area will definitely try their best to sell the child to me or others..." Halfway through, Klein thought of the slave trade in the Southern Continent. The human trade was still going on, so he immediately changed his words, "...But the person who bought those children will definitely not be me, but the plantation, and they will live a more difficult life from now on."

Ms. D observed his expression, and the smile on her face became brighter:

"Then you can just give them money and not take the children back, so that they will not be separated and can live a good life."

Klein shook his head and spoke in a nostalgic tone:

"There is a story in my hometown. A man redeemed his fellow villagers who had become slaves, but did not ask for the rewards given to him by the local government. Because he had money and did not need these. But his teacher criticized this behavior because he A person has raised the moral standard of redeeming slaves. I can give them money directly without asking for anyone. Maybe my intention is not to be so self-motivated, but later people who really want to adopt or help them through business will, on the contrary. less."

The more Ms. D listened, the more subtle her expression became. She asked tentatively:

"I understand what you mean. Mr. X, do you know Mr. Ernst?"

Klein was stunned for a moment and shook his head.

Ms. D immediately changed the topic back: "Then how are you going to help them?"

"I want to open some charity schools, factories, or other places that can help these people in the southern continent."

Klein thought about it and said, "I will give you a resettlement fee, hoping to allow them to temporarily work in your factory for a period of time. After my industry starts operating, I will send them to me."

"You are a kind person. I will order you to go down and give them two positions in my factory."

Ms. D immediately wrote a note, stamped it with her seal, and gave the note to the two of them, telling them to go to a certain store to seek help. Then, she looked at Klein and said euphemistically: "But, than Starting from now on building factories, maybe it would be better to directly invest in charitable foundations that already have mature industries?... If you need it, I can introduce you to the Ernst Foundation..."

“I’ve met members of them in the East End.”

Seeing the two Southern Continental people, one large and one small, holding the note blankly, looking like they couldn't believe it, Klein took the initiative to explain and left quickly before the other party planned to kneel down to thank them: "They Seems to belong to the Temperance School of Rose School?”

Ms. D pushed up her sunglasses.

Ms. D hesitated and said:

"That was the case before... Now due to the internal innovation of the Rose School... it is not wrong to say that they belong to the indulgent school... Well, please rest assured, Mr. X, I can vouch for you, if you have this intention."

Doing business with the Rose School?

The Ernst Foundation suddenly became terrifying in Klein's heart. As a Sequence 7, he and Sharon and others killed three mid-Sequence members of the Rose School. Sequence 6 was attacked by the "Mother Tree of Desire". The Extraordinary who was ambushed and besieged by a demigod named "Jacks" and "Admiral of Blood" in the Southern Continent two months ago almost immediately started to retreat against Klein, who was experienced in confrontations with the Rose School. Loud.

"...I will consider it." He coughed.

"By the way, madam, the situation is critical now. I need to get to Behrens quickly. Do you have any other ideas?"

Ms. D paused as she was about to step onto the carriage. She seemed not to be surprised.

"Are you able to accept traveling through the spirit world?" Ms. D asked, "It's not a 'door'. Real traveling through the spirit world is extremely dangerous."

Klein nodded: "I have had a similar experience."

"Then would you mind being sent directly to...War Red's camp?"

"..."

Klein thought for a long time: "If I mind, is there any other way?"

Ms. D shook her head:

"Now the gate of Behrens has been controlled by War Red. Even if you are a friendly party, if you want to enter the city, War Red's investigation is indispensable."

"...Then let's do it." Klein couldn't help but ask, "Is it safe to travel through the spirit world?"

"Safety."

Ms. D immediately entered the carriage, arranged a ceremony in front of Klein, and began to pray:

"I!"

"I summon in the name of Irena Montemar."

"The spirit that wanders in the void, the esteemed scout, the messenger who belongs to Lord Traynor Vaughan alone."

Messenger summoning ritual?

Klein didn't take it seriously at first, but then suddenly realized: Wait, who is it? Vaughn? ?

…

In the ruins of the God War, there is a small island that is always shrouded in sunlight, away from the main channel.

With a shrill cry, it was as if another sun set from the sky and fell heavily to the ground, causing the soil to splash everywhere. As soon as the golden blood hit the ground, it purified all the surrounding vegetation into golden color.

After a long time, the bird-like creature stopped moving.

Cattleya didn't dare to be careless. After waiting for a few minutes and seeing that the sacred sunbird was indeed breathless, she wiped the sweat from her head and put the extraordinary creature into the box.

The island is still sunny and has more than one sunbird perching on it, as if it is in the middle of the desert.

"captain!"

In the distance, a crew member who seemed to have been pecked all over by birds ran over in his boxers, waved vigorously and said:

"I got the Shining Stone!"

"Okay, go back immediately!"

In order to prevent being besieged by extraordinary creatures, the "Star Admiral" and his team quickly returned to the "Future" and accelerated their speed to sail back in the direction they came from.

Far away from the island, the crew immediately felt extremely cool when the sea breeze blew.

At this time, Autolov came over and whispered to Cattleya:

"Intelligence personnel said that people suspected of being the 'Immortal King' appeared in the city near Enmatt Port..."

"He seemed really drawn to some connection!"

TBC

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Double update on the 24th.