1230 Meeting Again (2/2)
”If the war continues, Backlund will definitely suffer more attacks. Are you really not going to evacuate your mother and brother to the surrounding villages?”
Xio's short, light-blonde hair was parted in an asymmetrical fashion and was neatly combed. Compared to last year, she looked more serious and had the bearing of an adjudicator. She was like a high-ranking knight leading an order of knights.
She hesitantly said, ”The population in the surrounding villages has reached its limit. Besides, I can still get enough food from MI9 now.”
Having said that, she paused and said, ”If the flames of war really reach Backlund, take them 'Traveling' to Intis and Feynapotter…”
”It seems that's the only way…” Just as Fors was about to mention the matter of her buying food in Intis a few days ago, she suddenly heard the alarm ring.
She shivered and suddenly sat up straight. She stretched out her right hand, which was wearing a red string, and grabbed into the air.
Her arm sank as she pulled out Gehrman Sparrow, who was wearing a silk top hat and a black trench coat without glasses.
The cold adventurer's eyes rolled and gained consciousness, reducing the amount of spirituality that Miss Magician had to expend.
He nodded gently as he made the glove on his left hand become transparent.
In less than a second, Gehrman Sparrow ”Teleported” away and disappeared from Fors and Xio's rented apartment.
”…” Fors was stunned for a moment before the corners of her mouth twitched slightly. She turned to Xio and said, ”I think I'm just a tool…”
…
The sky was already dark, but the street lamps weren't lit up. Only the crimson moon illuminated the entire city.
When Klein arrived at the agreed-upon place, he looked around and saw the unusually cold streets, the burning marks on the walls, and the collapsed buildings not far away for a few seconds.
Just based on what he saw, Backlund was desolate and dilapidated. It even had the smell of gunpowder wafting through the city.
At this moment, Emlyn White walked out of an alley and nodded at the crazy adventurer.
According to Gehrman Sparrow's instructions, he didn't say a word or bow. To prevent any delay in whatever precious time Gehrman Sparrow had, he led him to a nearby house and knocked on the door rhythmically.
With a creak, the door opened automatically, revealing a dark environment blanketed with faint moonlight.
The moment Emlyn and Klein entered, they saw the white-shirt and black-vested Maric sitting on the sofa. The door behind them seemed to have a life of its own as it slammed to a close.
After taking a glance at him, Emlyn smiled and pointed at him.
”This is my partner, Mr. Gehrman Sparrow.”
Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly realized that the way Maric looked at him was even odder, as though he was examining an idiot.
”Long time no see.” Maric immediately stood up, pressed his hand to his chest, and bowed at Sherlock Moriarty.
Since the other party didn't appear in the image of Sherlock Moriarty, he definitely wouldn't take the initiative to mention such matters.
”Long time no see.” Klein took off his hat and surveyed the area. ”Miss Sharron, please come out for the discussion. I have limited time.”
As he spoke, he took out a silver adventurer's harmonica and blew into it.
A figure wearing a dark and complicated long dress holding four blonde, red-eyed heads walked out from the void.
The messenger summoned by the harmonica's historical projection was an objective existence. It didn't increase the spirituality burden of Fors.
At the same time, Maric nodded and said, ”Alright.”
He cast his gaze on the high stool on the other side of the room.
Emlyn looked at the Wraith in a daze, then at Gehrman Sparrow and the spirit world creature he summoned. For some reason, he felt like he had been ostracized and didn't belong here.
And on that high stool, a figure quickly outlined itself. Her skin was fair like a doll, and she wore an exquisite black regal dress and a small bonnet of the same color. Her blonde hair and blue eyes were slightly pale in color.