Hairoul's gaze instantly solidified, and he felt something in his mind was expanding rapidly, and he was about to tear the invisible barrier and squirt out.

She instinctively looked away and curled up slightly.

Then, she felt a light rise from the depths of her heart, explode into countless pieces of memory in her mind, roaring back and forth.

She suddenly remembered what she had happened at home that day, remembered the actions of her father, mother, maid, and male servants wearing glasses or pressing their eyes. The indescribable sense of horror was so vivid that it seemed to be engraved into the bone marrow.

The expression on Hairoul's face collapsed, and she shivered and shivered. The maid in the car was stunned for a moment. She quickly stood up, stretched out her hands, and tried to help her lady up.

"No!" Heroul's body trembled and shouted in a nearly sharp voice.

The maid was frightened and frightened, and stood still in place for a moment, not knowing what to do.

After shouting, Hairoul eased a lot, rubbed her and sat up, looking forward with extreme fear, and saw that the postman wearing monocles had entered another street, leaving only his back.

"I, I just felt a little uncomfortable, now it's much better." Heroul turned his head and said to the maid barely.

She found that she was not as frightened as she remembered, and seemed to have been able to accept that situation after a period of adaptation.

Otherwise, I might have lost control just now... Why did I use the word "out of control"... Fortunately, I forgot this memory before. When I saw the postman, I didn't do much eye-catching things. It took me ten seconds to collapse. Otherwise, I might be noticed and something terrible would happen...Helloul's thoughts flashed uncontrollably, and his body still had a slight tremor.

"Miss, do you need to go to the clinic?" the maid asked quickly.

Heroul instinctively shook his head, his mind was in chaos, and he said casually:

"First go to the 'Ruen Charity Scholarship Fund', I remember there is a private clinic nearby."

"Okay." The maid turned around and ordered the coachman to speed up.

Heroul took deep breaths continuously, trying to adjust his tight, panic, and fearful mood.

I have to say that this has a certain effect. She seemed to have calmed down a little more without directly breaking down.

At this time, there was an extra sparrow above the carriage. It squeezed its right eye and spit out human language in a nearly none of its voice:

“She seems to have some unnecessary misunderstandings about me.

"It seems that 'I've had an intersection with her before, ah, she is a resident of Berklund Street, interesting..."

Not long after, the carriage arrived on Pestfield Street. Seeing that the "Ruen Charity Scholarship Fund" was not far away, Heroul suddenly spoke:

“Go to church.

“Go to St. Samuel’s Church first!

"I want to pray."

She wants to tell the bishops what she had happened that day and what she saw today!

In the gap in the carriage, a black ant moved his right tentacle and whispered in a human voice:

"Humans are really uncreative nowadays. They like to go to church when they encounter something. I thought they would find something with her. Next time, next time, I will steal the church in front of them."

While speaking, the ant's other tentacle also moved.

Hairoul suddenly forgot what he said just now, forgot what he remembered before, forgot to meet a postman wearing monocles, she got off the carriage at the door of the "Ruen Charity Scholarship Fund" and walked in with the maid.

Obviously, her maid and her coachman didn't remember the last order either.

In the "Ruen Charity Scholarship Fund", Audrey welcomed Heroul and took the new friend to participate in the aid activities for the injured soldiers on the front line.

Because the "world" German Sparrow expressed the secret sect leader Zarathu and other angels lurked to Beckland, Audrey cautiously gave up the third stage of treatment for Heroul, hoping that the other party would not recall his previous experience for the time being, so as not to have any accidents.

Her current plan is to help others to gradually cheer up by participating in charity activities and enhance her ability to resist psychological shadows.

…………

In the free city of pirates, Fors is drinking high-concentration fruit wine from local specialties, recording today's experiences and experiences.

Suddenly, her inspiration was touched and she instinctively looked to the side.

She immediately saw a figure emerging in the void, quickly outlining it. It was German Sparo, who was wearing a half-tall hat, a black windbreaker and a cold-faced face.

After browsing the floor, Fors stood up with a wine glass and a pen, and subconsciously spoke:

"Good afternoon, uh, Mr. Sparo."

While speaking, she hurriedly put the items in her hand on the table.

Klein pressed his hat and looked around and said:

"Do you want to leave?"

Forsi's eyes moved left and right and said:

"OK."

In the past few days, she has initially recorded the characteristics of this city different from other places.

Klein didn't speak, pointed at the items on the desk with his chin, signaling Miss "Magic" to clean up quickly.

Without any hesitation, Fors quickly sorted out the manuscript, as if he had heard the order.

Klein stood there, watching the other person be busy, and suddenly spoke:

"How is that thriller story written?"

Forsy's body trembled slightly, and then replied:

"It's soon, it's soon."

Klein nodded slightly:

"How long will it take?"

"One week, no, five days, up to five days." Fors replied quickly.

Klein didn't say anything more. When Forth packed up the manuscript, pen, half a bottle of wine and other souvenirs, he stepped forward and grabbed the other person's shoulder.

Countless figures that were difficult to describe their bodies passed by, Fors was a little more relaxed than last time, and was even trying to "record" this "travel".

Not long after, she returned to Beckland, to the alley where she had disappeared before, and heard the "world" German Sparo said:

"Let's go on a few days off and then set off.

"Pay attention to the reply, and ask your teacher again if there is any information related to the 'Blood Emperor' Tuduo, mainly from various relics."

"Okay." Fors quickly agreed and thanked him.

After separating from German Sparrow, she returned to a street in the East District and entered the room she shared with Hugh.

Don't put down the newspaper and look at your friend and said:

“Is it effective?”

"The effect is good. I went to a free city that belongs to pirates this time..." Before Fors finished speaking, his face changed slightly, "Give me my coffee beans and cigarettes."

"Why? Isn't there?" Xiu asked back in confusion.

Fors kept heading straight to the room inside, sat at the desk, spread out the manuscript, picked up the pen, and said without looking back:

“For the new book!

"Remember to make my coffee!"

Xiu followed him to the bedroom door, opened his mouth when he heard this, but said nothing.

…………

Another place in the East District, a rental house with similar layout.

Since Zaratho had arrived in Beckland, Amon would be "fished" at some point, and the evil spirit of the "Red Angel" was unknown. He also planned to prevent George III from becoming the "Black Emperor". On the one hand, Klein is stepping up digesting the "wizard" and on the other hand, he is also making various preparations.

At this moment, he had handled the "magic" matters and spread out the letter paper and wrote:

“Dear Mr. Azke:

"I have learned a lot of ancient history during this period. I believe you should be very interested, otherwise you would not choose to be a history teacher after losing your memory.

"These history involves secrets and is not convenient to tell in the letter. When you wake up, I will share it with you in person...

“Also, I can now make a spell called ‘Yesterday Reappearance’, and once used, you can find your past self from the pores of history and borrow power from Him.

"This is not worth caring about for you. The most important thing is that it can directly retrieve your memory from your past self, and you don't need to wake up a little bit with decades. I think you should like...

"I have two letters with you. If you wake up, you can try the effect...

"I am currently in an environment full of undercurrents. If you come here, please be sure to pay attention and observe the good situation in advance...

“…I will try to do something about George III’s promotion to ‘Black Emperor’, but the chances of success are slim…

"Finally, I wish you good luck and I wish you a quick wake-up, your eternal student, Klein Moretti."

Fold the letter paper, Klein stuffed it into the envelope along with two "Yesterday Reappearance" spells.

Then he took out the Azk bronze whistle and blew it.

The huge messenger of bones immediately emerged from the floor and took the letter in a lower position than Klein.

Klein nodded gently, watching the messenger disintegrate into bones and disappear.

After doing all this, he raised Will Ansetin's folded paper crane from his wallet with two fingers, and wrote on it with a pencil:

"I want to ask for something."
To be continued...