Mystery: The Stars Returner

"Klein, look, this is the steam train leading to Backlund. The discovery of steam is definitely the greatest invention of this era!"

Leonard enthusiastically began to act as a tour guide, giving an introduction to Klein, from the invention of steam to the discovery of steam trains, to the laying of tracks and putting them into civilian use.

Klein kept a polite smile, but he was thinking in his heart, if Leonard knew that there would be an electric age in the future, how would he react?

When he sees a car driving on the street, he will definitely be amazed that this iron beetle with four wheels can travel so fast.

When he saw the plane in the sky, he would be completely shocked. When did humans conquer the sky?

The look on his face must have been even better when he was given a smartphone.

As he thought about it, the corners of Klein's mouth slightly raised. Why didn't he know how to enjoy it more before?

After waiting for about half an hour, the two people successfully boarded the steam train to Backlund. As a whistle echoed in every corner of the platform, the huge monster-like steam train locomotive dragged more than twenty carriages. Start heading to Backlund, the city of hope.

……

When another whistle sounded, the steam train arrived at Backlund dragging its heavy body.

Klein, who was wearing a formal tuxedo and a half-high silk top hat, and Leonard, who was very active next to him, followed the crowd out of the train door and outside the platform.

Leonard stared at the gray sky for a long time, and finally complained: "Klein, the sky in Backlund is simply worse than what was described in the newspapers. When I thought about living in a place like this in the future, I was originally happy. My mood was poured cold water on."

"In addition to the gray sky, the air quality here has always been very bad. Apart from advanced technology and population, everything here cannot be compared with Tingen."

"Alas, in such a gloomy world, pastoral poetry has gone further and further away from me. If one day I can no longer write moving poems, it must be Backlund's fault."

"Hey, this sentence just now is quite poetic. I must write it down. Maybe I can use it when I write new poems in the future."

With Leonard as his nagging substitute, Klein, who originally wanted to complain, chose to shut up silently and took out his pocket watch to check the time.

It's half past four in the afternoon, but it's already very late now. Gas lamps are lit everywhere, and the dim light dispels the gloom and darkness here.

He suddenly remembered a joke in the "Tasok News": "A gentleman who had just arrived in Backlund was lost in the thick fog, so he had to ask a wet gentleman who passed by him about his tower. How to go along the Sauk River? The gentleman kindly replied: Go straight, don’t stop, I just swam up from there.”

Every time they saw a newspaper about Backlund, the reporters and editors spared no effort to ridicule the air pollution here. Now it seems that they have taken good care of the face of the powerful.

"Come on, we need to report to St. Samuel's Church."

"Kline, why don't you choose to join the Red Gloves with me?"

"I prefer to be a Nighthawk."

"Well, I hope we see each other more often in the future."

"Yes. After all, you have just joined the Red Gloves and it will take some time to get used to it."

Leonard thought the same thing, so he and Klein looked at the map and started to find the way, and soon boarded the steam train heading to the North District.

After reporting to St. Samuel's Church, Klein was assigned to the Nighthawks team responsible for managing the West District.

In Backlund, there are three Nighthawk teams in total, one is stationed in the Queens District, one is in the West District, and the other is in the Dock District.

Klein can be sent directly to the West Division, which is already a very good starting point.

Although the positions of the three Nighthawk teams are the same, the Queens District is the area where the nobles and the royal family are located. The Nighthawk team here has the best location, and the invisibility conditions for joining are higher.

Klein didn't pay too much attention to these things. He only cared about how much his weekly salary had increased since he was transferred to Backlund this time.

There is also whether the Nighthawks team is responsible for arranging food and accommodation.

If you are looking for a house by yourself and are living on your own terms, should you get housing and meal subsidies?

After all, this is Backlund, and the daily expenses are definitely much higher than those in Tingen.

Leonard, who wanted to stay in Red Gloves for a period of training, was lamenting the strength of the goddess.

Backlund divided so many districts, and the Church of the Goddess of the Night suddenly occupied three important districts: Queens District, West District, and North District.

Although when dealing with things on a daily basis, each is responsible for managing its own believers, and it is not such a simple division, but mixed management.

But this does not prevent Leonard from thinking that the goddess is the most powerful. After all, a qualified believer can always find every place where he can praise the gods.

"Klein, we will say goodbye now. After I decide where to live, remember to write and chat with me if you have nothing to do."

"Well, I'm also going to learn how to summon a messenger from Ms. Dai Li."

"Summon a messenger from the spirit world. If I have time, I will get one too. Only then will I be considered a qualified Beyonder." Leonard looked a little excited.

Klein just shook his head secretly. He just thought that if he had to communicate and chat with Leonard all the time, it would be a waste of postage, so it would be more economical to send the letter by courier.

After parting ways with Leonard, Klein went to report to the Nighthawks team in the West District alone.

……

"I don't know how things are going in Tingen. Has the original story changed? Did Klein rewrite the ending, or did he still die in that disaster?"

Hastur was counting the time at home, and the incident in Tingen was almost over.

He did not send anyone to Tingen, so he had no idea what exactly happened in Tingen.

However, a few days ago, I read a little bit of records about Tingen in a newspaper called "Lun Briefing".

The newspaper said that there had been a small disturbance in Tingen, but it was quickly dealt with.

With such brief information, it is impossible to guess what exactly happened in Tingen.

In this regard, Hasta can only analyze Tingen's affairs through speculation.

This prevented him from continuing to forge Russell's diary during this period of time. He could only explain to Audrey that there was no new Russell's diary for the time being, and he missed the opportunity to make a fortune.

"Lord Baron, the Harley manager sent someone to deliver the factory's earnings this month."

While Hastur was meditating in the study, Butler Neil's arrival interrupted his temporary thoughts.

"How many are there in total?"

"3400 gold pounds."

"It's not bad. Prepare one for me and send it to Gray Lint's house."

"The Harley manager has already determined the share ratio in advance. 3400 is the Baron's net profit this month. The Harley manager said that it can increase by at least % next month."

This time, Hastur was really moved. He originally thought that his own interests were only about 2000 gold pounds, but he didn't expect there to be so much.

If this continues, I can earn back at least 50,000 gold pounds this year.

This is quite a huge amount of money.

"Keep 3000 gold pounds of it and keep the other 400 gold pounds for your family."

Hastur quickly put the wealth to good use, and Butler Neil left to deal with the matter.

"Now, it can be considered that I really have my own industry, although it is still far behind a bank tycoon like Earl Hall."

Hasta thought for a while and decided to continue investing the 3000 gold pounds. He planned to acquire some industries with more promising prospects in the future.

With his current financial resources, he can only acquire some small and micro enterprises, which is far from the threshold of industries such as steel and banking.

At night, it was the fifteenth full moon.

Forsi was lying on the bed, preparing to greet the full moon whispers from the fifteenth day.

With the previous experiences, she is not panic at all now.

The only thing he was more afraid of was that Hugh would learn his secret.

Although she believed that Xio would never tell others that she was a believer in the stars, if one more person knew about this kind of thing, it would be even more dangerous.

Especially now that the Backlund Extraordinaries are in danger.

Therefore, for the sake of Xio's safety, Forsi would take Xio out every time when the full moon came, and at the same time lock the doors and windows, leaving him alone in the room.

After waiting for about twenty minutes, the full moon murmured and the familiar pain came. Forsi felt that she would never forget it in this life.

She knelt down on the sheets in the standard posture of a devout believer, clasped her hands together and began to pray to the stars.

The main reason is that she doesn't know what the particularities of the faith of the stars are, such as what postures need to be used to pray, what Bibles need to be recited, what gestures should be used to represent the stars, etc.

When the ceiling above the head was marked with a bright starry sky, the starlight shrouded down, and the murmur from the full moon disappeared in an instant.

All that was left for Forsi was peace and tranquility, without any pain.

Whenever this happens, she will be very firm in her beliefs.

No matter how turbulent the current situation in Backlund is, she does not regret her belief in the stars.

Well, she felt like she was already a firm believer in the stars.

After the duration of the full moon's ravings passed, Forsi devoutly expressed his piety and gratitude to the stars.

At this time in the past, the stars would disperse and everything would return to calm.

But this time, Forsi saw the bright stars in the starry sky converging into pieces of text, which were ancient Hermes text.

"A fool who does not belong to this age;"

"The mysterious master above the gray fog;"

"The King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck."

“Every few days, look for opportunities to pray.”