Chapter 66 Maria's Thoughts
Chapter 66 Maria's Thoughts
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"Please come back."
What a familiar rejection... Klein wiped his nose. He was not surprised. He got the same response last time. However, he also found that Maria was actually a very considerate person. If he explained it well, she would probably agree. It would definitely be good for such a serious kidnapping case in the East District to be exposed as soon as possible.
Klein was thinking about it, but the enthusiastic reporter Mike couldn't hold his temper and asked, "Why?"
"Ma'am, don't you care about the people who were kidnapped?"
"Of course I care." Maria said calmly, "That's why I don't want you reporters who know nothing to just casually investigate and publish these things. You can't imagine what inhumane things they would do to distance themselves from the matter."
Klein felt that he had found a breakthrough: "Madam, if you are willing to explain these things to us clearly, I believe that once we understand the interests involved, we will not release news at will."
"No comment."
Maria was very tight-lipped and didn't want to reveal any inside information. She drank her coffee, packed her sandwich in the brown wrapping paper she had brought, and then pushed the door open without looking back, quickly disappearing into the crowd.
"This lady is so unreasonable." Watching her leave, Mike couldn't help but complain to Klein, "Why didn't she choose to ask for help when she encountered difficulties, but instead kept the news secret? What is she worried about?"
Klein didn't have much aversion to her. Instead, he felt very fond of her because she had received help even after her identity was exposed.
Facing Mike's question, he smiled and said nonchalantly: "Perhaps Miss Maria has her own solution. After all, she is the real party involved, and this is the East District. The complicated situation is indeed not something that two outsiders like us can easily intervene in."
“I still don’t understand it.”
Mike shook his head, but did not go into the topic further. The middle-aged man opposite him ate the last bite of black bread in silence, and said to them with a serious expression: "Two kind reporters, I believe you are saying this for the sake of the people in the East District, but you must never say those words about Miss Maria outside."
"Because Miss Maria is our patron saint. She is kind, enthusiastic and brave. People in the East District have all received her help to one degree or another. We believe that she can bring the girls back."
"You trust a gang leader so much?" Mike organized his words, a little unbelievable, "Why don't you ask the church for help? And I've never heard of Maria before coming to the East District."
“The poorhouses opened by the major churches are a blessing from God, but Miss Maria is the bottom line we can always trust.”
The middle-aged man chuckled a few times, and a very gentle smile appeared on his old face: "When I first met Miss Maria, she was not much older than my little Taylor. At that time, I was still a good worker, and I had a wife and a son... I also watched her grow up. Miss Maria said she would help us back then, and now she still keeps her word."
Mike scribbled a few times on the notebook with his pen, but did not write down the words. He found it incredible that a person could surpass God's blessing and become the support in the hearts of the people in the East District.
Klein took this well. He noticed an old woman in her sixties standing on the street. Her dress was ragged but relatively neat. She was walking slowly along the roadside, occasionally looking deeply in the direction of the cafe. Seeing that the middle-aged man had stopped talking, he spoke at the right time and brought the topic back to the interview: "I think we can find some more people to interview. Do you know the old woman wandering on the roadside?"
“He’s a poor man too.”
The former tramp who carefully wrapped up the remaining black bread and put it in his arms also noticed the old lady and sighed a few times: "It is said that she used to live a good life. Her husband was a grain merchant and she had a very energetic child. Unfortunately, she went bankrupt and her husband and child died not long after. She is different from us, really, you can tell at a glance... Alas, she probably won't be able to hold on for much longer unless she can go to the poorhouse every time."
As he listened, Mike's expression changed from calm to gloomy. He slowly exhaled and said, "I want to interview her. Can you invite her for me? She can eat and drink anything she wants here."
The middle-aged man did not find this request strange. He just glanced at Klein and Mike respectively, as if to say, you are indeed colleagues.
Mike looked at the middle-aged man next to him and said, "You seem to be very familiar with this place? I would like to ask you to be our guide. How about 3 soli a day? Sorry, I forgot to ask your name."
The middle-aged man hurriedly shook his head and said, "No, no, no, this is too much. I work at the dock and often only earn 1 soli a day."
"Just call me Old Kohler."
"Two soli, this is what you deserve." Mike made the final decision.
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"Great Angel of the Abyss... Your Highness Edward Vaughn, I am too incompetent. Perhaps I cannot sacrifice Kapin's soul to you within the time you requested. I have asked the Aurora Society for help. If the Aurora Society refuses, then I will try to sneak into Kapin's mansion alone tonight..."
This girl with a scar on her face is quite persistent. Maybe she is worried about angering herself and wants to finish the matter as soon as possible.
Edward held the teacup, intending to perfunctorily answer, but considering that it was still a meal, he still responded: "Okay."
At this time, from his prayer vision, Edward noticed a soul that he had marked. However, in the entire Backlund and even Loen, there was only one special soul that He was focusing on, so He asked casually: "Do you have any outsiders?"
The girl with the scar on her face was stunned for a moment, and then became more cautious: "Yes, everything in the East District is clear to you."
"I wonder what kind of outsiders you are talking about?"
"I'm not bored enough to look at that place often." Edward responded to the test lightly, and Maria felt relieved. "Imagine the unfamiliar faces you saw this year in your mind."
Maria hesitated for a second. It was not a good thing to have her mind peeped into by a demon. But she had no right to refuse, so she gritted her teeth and endured it, and began to recall the strangers she had seen in the past two days. Since she had just met Klein, the faces of reporter Mike and Sherlock Moriarty quickly flashed through her mind.
Edward had already suspected that it was Klein who appeared there, wearing his signature gold-rimmed glasses and a big beard for disguise. When he saw Detective Moriarty's face, he quickly recognized him. What was Klein doing there? The detective's routine investigation, his commission? Was it a coincidence, or had the East District's affairs attracted attention?... Oh, and there was also the inexplicably stolen "Black Emperor Card". If it was really Klein who got the Blasphemy Card, he either had a companion of a mid-high sequence, or he had a mid-high sequence seal. Kapin's affairs involved a mid-sequence, which happened to be enough of a temptation...
He cut off the face and took it out separately, and put it back into Maria's mind, leaving a hint: "You can ask him for help."
Who? Maria looked carefully and found that it was one of the two reporters she met. She was stunned.
This... Admisor's prophecy said that my actions would have good results. Could this be the turning point?
But is there anything special about this reporter? Is he a mid-sequence Beyonder? Why can I ask him for help? Didn’t he come to the East District just for investigation? Maria was full of questions. She wanted to ask a few more questions, but the Angel of the Abyss had finished responding, leaving her alone in a daze in the small temporary room.
Never mind. Since the leader has given instructions, I'll just give it another try. The worst that can happen is that I'll be rejected.
As she thought about it, she stood up, packed up the ceremony site and materials, looked out the window for a moment, and then returned to where the cafe was.
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"Bansi, the city of disaster, a descendant of the Medici family."
"Does the fact that the City of Disaster chose to pollute the seat of the Medici family prove that the Red Angel was already polluted before its fall?"
"The word pollution is really strange. If you can't completely control the source essence, you will naturally be corroded by it. However, this phenomenon proves that the source essence disaster city has self-awareness. Then, Medici and the other two conquerors were killed by Alistair Tudor. Was it a step for Him to get rid of pollution, turn from light to darkness, and lurk and wait for an opportunity to act?"
The Declined King flipped through the materials and files in his hands, and searched for the corresponding city on the map of the God-Forsaken Land according to the ancient sun god's sacred teachings. He had been interested in that place for a long time, and now he finally had the chance. He analyzed and thought calmly, without any guidance from others, and pieced together the truth of Bansi Port in his conversation with himself.
"Oh, it's very likely to be so. This is an action that is good for Him, provided that He sacrifices His life and starts over again. Adam, I have met Medici. He complained about his own death, but he attributed it to his underestimation of the enemy. You did not tell Him your plan, did not communicate or comfort Him, but just acted according to your own plan. It seems that you really only regard Him as a tool."
"Amon, I want a more detailed topographic map."
Amon reluctantly put down the disassembled Maxim machine gun in his hand, took the blueprint and pen and found a place nearby to draw.
Adam was blank for a while, then realized that the Decayed King was talking to him, so he flipped through his original body's standard answer in his mind, and then answered with his original body's standard compassionate expression and clear eyes: "This is a necessary sacrifice, and everything is done to fight against the end of the world. If I discuss this matter with Him, He may not agree with His pride, even if this is my order."
“Should I laugh at your selfishness or His pride?”
The virtual personality Adam pretended not to hear it. After all, this was the standard answer set by the real body: "It would be fine if He agrees, but if He disagrees, it will cost more twists and turns and accidents... The pollution of the City of Disaster will bring disaster, and now is not the time for Medici to return."
"The Death Star has already walked the earth. Your planet is not in danger, but at least it is a candle in the wind."
The God of Decline put down all the documents and materials, and walked slowly to Adam who was bound by layers of constraints.
His movements were graceful and his manners were dignified. When the virtual personality met his gaze, he subconsciously clenched his fist.
The Outer God chuckled: "I am very happy that even though you are just an attached personality, an empty shell without a soul, you have learned to be afraid. Fear is an important part of how living things understand the world. Life that lacks reverence and creatures that are overly afraid of reality cannot move forward and grow. Which one are you?"
"Forget it, don't be afraid of me, I'm not going to do anything yet."
"You collect information about the God-Forsaken Land." The virtual personality spoke in a deep voice, collecting intelligence diligently according to his own settings, even though he knew there was no chance of sending it back to the main body. "What do you want to do?"
The decadent king raised his head slightly, and his sight changed from looking straight at him to looking down at him. He examined the virtual personality, and also examined the little curiosity in the other person's heart. The light from nowhere cast a shadow on his face, covering half of his face, but making the faint smile at the corner of his mouth even more terrifying. That smile was stern and cold, like a knife that could cut a person's neck.
"The God-Forsaken Land. The first time I saw that place up close, I was simply astounded by your creativity and imagination."
"It was perfect. A night without peace, a world of eternal despair, and humans slowly dying in the hope of a savior. What remained on earth was nothing but the imposed sin and death, and the unattainable fantasy. They dared not even imagine the daytime, but prayed for you to save them."
"Since the City of Disaster can escape through the mystical connection with Medici, then - if my essence will leak out of the seal, it will undoubtedly appear in the God-Forsaken Land."
"...You once said that you were hostile to the Earth because the Essence was seized and sealed by the Earth." Adam continued, "Then after you find the Essence, will you choose to leave?"
"I did think so at first, but now I just hope that the earth and humans will be destroyed soon. I hate this place very much."
The Decayed King replied calmly: "Your human half is insane. I can sneak into the God Forsaken Land myself, reconnect with the source, and then turn the God Forsaken Land into my "Desolate Land."
"All living things, from the beginning of life, have suffered... Living is just an illusion. Life is not joyful, and death is not sad. Only the process is meaningful. If pain cannot bring a more beautiful destruction, then there is no need to use it to torture life. But you have made them suffer for 2,722 years, which is useless except for continuing worthless despair and empty promises. Are you still going to refuse me to give them some small salvation?"
TBC
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*There are too many tips, I feel guilty about it, I will update more.
*If I update twice a day in the future, I will set it at 6:30. (I guess there won’t be many opportunities to update twice a day. I am so worried that I have lost a few hairs...)
(End of this chapter)