Mystery: The Transcendental Path From Angels

Audrey slowly exhaled, showing an elegant and bright smile. Accompanied by her father and mother, she walked out of the lounge and entered the party hall.

She walked all the way to the high platform at the forefront, and in a series of astonishing eyes, she handed the Queen's hand wearing elbow-length white gauze gloves.

The queen took her and walked to the edge of the high platform to face all the guests.

After a short pause, the queen smiled and said:

"Although this is a dark period in Backlund's history, we still have a gem that can illuminate the entire city, her wisdom, her beauty, her character, and her etiquette are all impeccable.

"Today, I formally introduce her to you.

"Miss Audrey Hall."

boom! boom! boom!

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, fireworks took off, blasting a dreamy light after another.

Looking at the fireworks outside the window, Audrey fell into contemplation. Too many things have happened this year.

First joined the Tarot Club, and then met the teacher.

Speaking of teachers, Audrey's mouth couldn't help but evoke a touch of WeChat.

The teacher still remembered her own coming-of-age ceremony, and just now she entrusted a messenger to bring herself a gift.

One has a Level 1 Sealed Artifact.

On the evening of the last day of 1349, Audrey officially came of age in a social sense.

...

The crimson moonlight slowly shone on the streets of Tingen.

Benson, wearing a black gown and hat, walked to the front of a house and knocked on the door four times.

Two long and two short.

Here's Benson's pact with the mysterious lady:

Two longs and two shorts—meaning Benson has something urgent to say.

Three long and one short—represents the completion of the task.

One long and three short—represents mission failure.

Four shorts - means that you are in danger.

In addition to this, if you see a pot of roses in the yard outside the yard, it means that the owner is not there.

However, there are no rose flowers today, so Benson is here. He wants to tell the mysterious lady about his trip to Backlund, or else going to Backlund by himself may cut off his hope for promotion.

The door opened and Benson walked in.

"What's the matter?"

"Olvia" looked at Benson, wondering what he was doing at this time.

"I'm going to Backlund."

Benson said respectfully.

"Well! I see, I will make adjustments."

"Olvia" said with an expressionless face.

"What else?"

"What should I call you?"

Benson asked carefully, for so long, he still doesn't know the name of the person in front of him!

"You can call me Lord Olvia."

 …

Here, Olvia and Azik walked in through the exit, and she was instantly startled by the scene in front of her.

In front of them was a huge tower of poured gold.

It is about 150 meters high, and the top is about 250 meters long. It shares at least 3 million blocks with an average of about 3 tons each, covering an area of ​​60,000 square meters.

There is no adhesion between the stones, and it is formed by the overlapping and biting of the stones. In front of the pyramid of King Hahara, there is also a sphinx that symbolizes the power and dignity of the king.

In front of the pyramid, there is also a sphinx that symbolizes the power and dignity of the king.

Needless to say about everything around, in this cave that seems to have hollowed out a whole mountain, there are countless treasures piled up, just like a small mountain.

This…

"gone!"

Azik didn't even look at the treasures, and walked straight towards the inverted pyramid. Olvia looked at the treasures with some nostalgia, and quickly followed Azik into the inverted pyramid.

In the new year, Olvia is destined to receive the blasphemous card of "Death".

 …

January 3, 1350 afternoon.

On the outskirts of the East District, in a newly opened cemetery.

Klein used divination to find the tombs of old Kohler and Liv's mother and daughter.

This is not a tomb in the true sense, but a cabinet for storing urns, one after the other, row after row, overlapping each other.

Klein stood there and saw that there were not only no photos and epitaphs on Old Kohler's cabinet, but even his name was missing.

Similar situations are not uncommon. There are too many unowned ashes without relatives and friends. What are their names, what they look like, and what experiences they have, no one knows or feels. Interesting, only the number on the cabinet can distinguish them.

Klein closed his eyes, took out a note, shook it into a piece of iron, and engraved a word on the cabinet door:

"Khloe."

Then, he added the epitaph:

"He was a good worker, he once had a wife and a pair of children, and he worked hard to live."

Withdrawing his wrist, he flicked it, and the black-haired and brown-eyed Klein let the paper burn in his hand, as if to pay homage to all the souls here.

For Daisy who lost her mother and sister, he did not come forward to help directly, but anonymously wrote to reporter Mike Joseph, describing in detail the plight of the girl, so as not to implicate the other party because of his own affairs.

Reporter Mike had met Daisy, knew about her, and enthusiastically promoted the establishment of the corresponding charity fund. Therefore, Klein believed that he would help Daisy get more aid, so that she could complete basic studies and find enough money. A stable job to support yourself.

Taking two steps back, Klein looked around and saw only the names and photos of the place, and the victims who didn't even have these.

He raised his head, exhaled slowly, turned his body, and left the cemetery.

On the steam train bound for Backlund, Melissa looked at the textbook intently, while Benson quickly chatted with the surrounding passengers.

"Too expensive, too expensive, a full 10 soli, half a pound!"

A middle-aged man in his thirties sighed from the bottom of his heart,

"If I hadn't been able to buy third-class seats and ferry tickets recently, I wouldn't have spent this money at all. It's equal to half my week's salary!"

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

The middle-aged man put away his distressed expression and said with anticipation:

"Because they promised to work 21 soules a week and a maximum of 12 hours a day, we signed a contract!

"When I rent the house and get the first salary, I will let my wife come to Backlund. She should also be able to find a good job. There are 12 or 13 soules a week. It is said that Backlund is very short of people. By then, ah, we will have a combined salary of more than £1.5 a week, and we can eat meat more often!"

"Your wishes will certainly be granted, and the King has signed an order to allow the implementation of the Act establishing minimum wages and hours of work."

Benson gave a sincere blessing, and then smiled, "It's the 'land of hope'."

Woo!

The steam train arrived in Backlund with countless hopeful people. At this time, the sky was still bright, the fog in the air was much thinner, and the gas lamps hanging on the platform were no longer lit early.

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

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

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

The gentleman with the gold-rimmed glasses pressed his hat, and his eyes went beyond them to the distance.