Chapter 89 Digging for Will

Chapter 89 Digging for Will

Chapter 89 Digging for Will

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I've had enough.

I've really, really, really had enough.

I am tired of watching a boring world that is continued by the selfishness of a few people. There is no hope, future and glory. Even fear and despair are bland. When the time came to the fifth era, and this land remained unchanged, the political system was indestructible, and the core of ideology and culture remained the same, I knew that even if there was no Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun, even if I had not lost the source, I would definitely come to this planet.

Because here is an ugly and twisted Dead Sea that attracts me.

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The royal band began to play the second dance music, this time with a lively three-beat rhythm. The author made many innovations in chords and forms, creating a style completely different from the traditional dance music of Intis, which has become the current trend of music. If it were in the rigid and old-fashioned Loen, even the most popular music would not be accepted, but this is Intis, Intis's Trier, the city of passion, romance and joy. As long as it is moving enough, it would not be strange to appear in the circle of top nobles.

Adela finished the opening dance without a trace of sweat on her forehead, and even her breathing rate did not change at all.

She had quite a good time, and took the initiative to change four dance partners during one dance, just like doing a warm-up exercise. Then, she followed the resting women to the corridor leading to the lounge of the ballroom, stood in the shadow of the intersection, and secretly peeked at the corner by the arch frame.

She found her target next to the second sculpture on the wall, the Viscount - a demon who had changed his title and identity fifty years ago and had been living a peaceful life in a fiefdom west of Intis - Edward Vaughan, who was leaning against the wall, holding a glass of sparkling wine and talking to Roselle Gustav.

The latter, an upstart who was not even forty, was in the midst of a booming career, with a variety of handicrafts, literary creations and mechanical products emerging one after another. He was actually able to publish three serials in the newspaper while developing new pipeline designs and weapons orders for the steam church. His amazing talent caused the price of newspapers in the entire city of Trier to double.

Roselle's thoughts were easy to guess, as you could tell from the way he lingered on the ladies. Florent had used an inappropriate way to recruit her, and she didn't get along with him, but when it came to her, a beautiful woman, she was more respectful. Edward's thoughts were hard to guess, but Adela still tried to guess them, and perhaps today was the time to put them into practice.

Although she was peeking, her unconcealedness still caught Russell's attention. He immediately revealed an expression that was three parts gloating and seven parts watching the show. He patted Edward's shoulder hard with his hand, then whistled and chased after the backs of the other ladies.

Adela walked up to him openly, using the gorgeous feather fan in her hand to cover the corners of her mouth that were curled up wildly, and walked gracefully in front of Edward in her high-heeled dancing shoes. She looked at Edward as if he was looking at a peacock spreading its feathers in front of him and said, "Hello, Viscount Vaughan, is it that the music and food are not to your taste? Don't waste this beautiful night. It's my fault as the host to see a guest standing alone."

She addressed him as Viscount, so Edward nodded in a flat and perfunctory manner: "No, everything is fine," and then he did not intend to say anything else.

Adela was not surprised by this alienation. She covered her face with a feather fan and continued with a smile: "I want to talk to you. Is it convenient for you now? Perhaps a little girl like me can help you in some way."

"No." Edward responded simply.

Adela was prepared. She took a deep breath and lowered her voice to a level that only they could hear. She went to the long table to get some wine to cover up the conversation: "If you want to play a demon who learns about human nature, there is still something missing, and I am willing to help you make it up."

Edward shrugged, "Family? It doesn't necessarily have to be you."

"No, it's 'love'." Adela smiled, and with her fingers in wine-red tulle hollow gloves, she lightly picked up a glass of champagne and invited Edward to toast with her. Edward was silent for a second, and gently touched the glass with hers, waiting for her to continue, "If you want people to think you are human, you must imitate love. No matter what kind of love it is, I can help you cover it up, disguise your indifference as bad words, and weaken your inhumanity. I do all this voluntarily, and there will be no flaws."

"Are you negotiating terms with me?" Edward asked her, taking a sip of golden sparkling wine. "I may not need it, and even if I do, it may not be you. Why are you doing all this? To help the Soran family win me over? You know that marriage has no constraints or special meaning to me. It's as common as breathing."

"Because I like you." Adela brushed the hair around her ears, adjusted the small crown on her head, and smiled brightly. "I like you and I love you, so since it's a marriage, why not choose someone I like? You need a family and a wife you 'love', and I need a free home and someone I like. This is a win-win situation."

"You've convinced me a little bit."

Edward replied: "Where are you going to start?"

Adela's face immediately showed joy. She snapped shut the feather fan, stepped back a few steps, and then walked back to Edward with reserved and elegant straight steps, bowed slightly, and put the hand holding the feather fan behind her back. She raised her other hand and said in a voice that was obviously full of laughter:
"This handsome and noble... no, this gentleman with a cold face who doesn't want to talk to anyone, please dance with me?"

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West District, outside Green Cemetery.

Klein accompanied Dr. Allen and walked for a long time in the nearby woods, and the falling gray dust made him cough from time to time.

"Maybe there is no such tree. Things in dreams cannot be completely reflected in reality." After finding the last word, Alan himself became a little uncertain.

Fortunately, I’m good at finding things… Klein pointed in a direction with his cane and said, “Let’s take a look over there and make a final effort.”

"Okay." Alan breathed.

After they walked for a while, Allen suddenly stopped and pointed diagonally in front of him and said, "There, there!"

A dozen meters away, a birch tree with its bark peeled off at the waist stood there quietly, as if waiting for the two of them.

"It's exactly the same as in my dream." Alan was very sure.

Klein smiled with a little caution and said, "But there is no Will Auceptin."

Allen approached the birch tree, frowned and looked at it for a while, then suddenly pointed to the root of the tree and said, "Will Auceptin was sitting here at the time, and he had one hand pointing at the soil below!"

Pointing at the soil below? Klein stood beside him and looked down at the area with almost no dead grass. "You want to dig it up?"

Alan nodded: "We have found this place, we have to confirm what is there, Sherlock, go to the cemetery and borrow two shovels."

“I should stay here and you go to the cemetery. I’m worried something might happen.” Klein said cautiously.

"Okay." Alan did not refuse and left the woods immediately.

After a while, he returned with three shovels and a gravekeeper, and began to try to dig.

As Klein dug, he suddenly smelled a familiar smell. As the surface soil separated, the things underneath gradually became exposed.

It was a severely decomposed body of a child!

His skin and flesh seemed to be melting, and many bugs were crawling in and out of his nose and mouth.

when!
The shovel in Allen's hand fell and hit a stone. He pointed at the legs of the corpse, his mouth moving wildly but unable to speak. Klein suppressed his nausea and looked carefully, and found that the left leg of the child's body was obviously missing the lower half. At the same time, Allen took two steps back, fell to the ground, and shouted in a shrill voice: "Will Auceptin! Will Auceptin!"

That's Will Ausignyne's body!
died?

Will Auceptin is dead?

And it seems that he has been dead for some time!

Could this be fake?
Klein looked at the child's body in surprise and suspicion, and many thoughts suddenly popped up in his mind. In his understanding, Will Auceptin was a child with special characteristics, and might have some connection with Sequence 1 "Mercury Snake" of the "Monster" pathway.

The divination game he played, his casual remark "Doctor, your luck will get worse", made Allen unlucky for a long time; the paper cranes he folded could locate Allen's astral body in the spirit world and instill artificial revelations into him; his whereabouts, even Klein could only glimpse a little bit above the gray fog, and it was difficult to draw effective conclusions... How could such a child die inexplicably? Died before Doctor Allen had a dream? What about his relatives?

Klein narrowed his eyes slightly, suppressed his strong nausea, and carefully examined the highly decomposed corpse. He found some torn tarot cards in the surrounding soil.

His spiritual intuition told him that the body in front of him was most likely Will Auceptin.

It's really shocking and puzzling... Let's go back above the gray fog to confirm whether Will Auceptin is faking his death... Wait, what does this have to do with me? I've already decided not to get involved in this matter, lest I get entangled by some "mercury snake", which may be more terrifying than the sealed item "0-08"... Klein suddenly came back to his senses and said to the terrified gravekeeper and the frightened Dr. Allen, who was about to collapse: "Call the police!"

"Okay, okay!" The gravekeeper was stunned at first, then answered repeatedly.

He took the shovel and turned to run out of the woods, so fast that it seemed as if a zombie was chasing him. Klein sighed, took a deep breath, walked to Dr. Allen, lowered his head, pressed his shoulder and comforted him, "There's nothing to be afraid of. He's already dead."

"…It's because of death that it's more terrifying." Doctor Allen calmed down a little and climbed up. He looked at Klein and was about to say something when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a crow wearing a black hat standing on a tree with most of its leaves lost in the distance behind Klein. It tilted its head and looked at them. When it saw Allen looking over, it flapped its wings and flew to another tree with denser leaves, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Alan?" Klein saw that the other party was in a daze. He looked behind him in confusion and vigilance. "Is there something behind me?"

"What? No, I think I was distracted just now."

The part about the crow was completely taken away, and Allen did not notice that he had lost more than ten seconds of memory, and even forgot about the nervousness and uneasiness just now. He quickly recalled what he wanted to say just now, and hurriedly said to Klein: "Thank you, Sherlock, I feel much better now. If you hadn't been with me, I would not know what to do now."

Seeing that he had adjusted his mood and was no longer pursuing the matter, Klein also let go of his anxiety and smiled relaxedly, "But before that, we may have to receive another summons from the Sivella Field."

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A barefoot teenager deliberately bumped into Richard. Richard reached out and lifted him up by the clothesline, smiling and saying to him, "Children are not allowed to steal things, okay?"

The nearly two-meter height was very oppressive. The child, whose feet were more than one meter off the ground, struggled violently for a few times. Seeing that he couldn't get free, he just fluttered his limbs and cried loudly. Richard didn't get angry, and continued to teach him kindly: "Don't steal. If someone forces you to steal, run away, buy something to eat, and then have a good sleep. Go to work at the docks, or be an apprentice to others. You can live on your own. Don't learn bad things. You are still very young..."

Richard patiently explained the concepts of moderation and discipline, planting the initial seeds of goodness in the child's confused mind.

Alger beside him clicked his tongue and said, "Mr. Ernst, it's almost noon. Don't waste time on these kids. They have probably been pickpockets for longer than any other pickpocket we have ever seen. There is no way to change them."

"But you can't pretend you don't see it. You're still a child."

"I'm not blaming you, but there's no point in reasoning with them. They won't listen..." Alger continued to frown, even though the child in Richard's arms had gradually turned to sobbing and no longer cried loudly, as if Richard's preaching really had some strange power. Could it be that the Ernst family was the "audience"? Alger guessed in his mind, and then he saw Richard put the child down and wiped the dirt and tears off the child's face with a piece of virgin cloth, revealing a malnourished, skinny little face.

"Okay, let's go, and don't steal anything anymore."

He saw Richard's dirty hands become brand new immediately, as if by magic. Alger also saw him secretly fold a five-pound note into his handkerchief and put it into the child's hand.

"If you really can't survive, go find the Ernst Foundation. We will help you survive to adulthood."

The child clutched a handkerchief and banknotes, and looked at Richard with a vigilant and uneasy look like a little animal. No one taught him to say thank you, so he hurriedly nodded to Richard and squeezed into the crowd.

Alger looked at Richard with a complicated expression, and he understood a little bit why the Ernst family was the most financially strapped among so many charities. Just a moment ago, he even thought of charging a few dozen pounds less, but for the sake of his own future and magic potions, Alger suppressed this idea. He walked up and reminded him in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "It's time to continue purchasing supplies."

"Okay. Thank you for waiting here for so long."

Richard replied with a smile, followed Alger, and watched with interest as he selected dried seafood, dry bread, and some easy-to-store fruits. Sailors can filter salt and make clean water by themselves, and can also go to sea to fish in the waves, which basically solves the biggest problem of ordinary people's sailing: fresh water. Therefore, there is not much to buy, just some dry food that can be stored for a long time, and necessary change of clothes.

The items on the list were crossed out one by one. Bayam's commercial street was bustling with people, adventurers, merchants, pirates, and sailors mixed together. Richard followed Alger, keeping an eye on everything and listening to everything. He heard a pirate say that he was about to rob a passenger ship and do something big... inform Garland De, a merchant was talking about human trafficking in jargon... inform Garland De.

A group of people were coming towards him. Richard heard someone shouting, "Two pounds for ten pounds of red clay!" and someone else laughed, "Frank, you're doing those evil experiments again!"

So the voice just now defended itself, "Hybridization... is not a cult experiment! Let cows grow like wheat, and let milk grow in fruits on trees like coconut milk..." Then many people in front laughed, "I saw you doing those experiments with my own eyes last time, and then your captain threw everything into the sea along with the dirt!" Frank's face turned red, and he tried hard to explain what "mother", "hybridization", "for more people", all difficult to understand words, and the market was filled with a happy atmosphere.

Alger pulled down the brim of his hat uncomfortably to hide his blue hair, not wanting others to know from any clues that he was going out to sea.

Richard frowned slightly and listened to all this quietly, feeling confused and suddenly enlightened. Finally, he nodded and said something shocking:

"It turns out that this is possible. What a genius idea."

TBC
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Someone asked Decline before whether he found Mushroom King pleasing to the eye. The answer is yes.

Garland De, the head of the Pilgrim Cult at sea, Death Path Sequence 5, a Balam man, who jumped over from the Spirit Cult.

He refused the offer to serve as "Admiral of Hell" because of seasickness.

(End of this chapter)