Mystery: The Extraordinary Journey Starting from an Angel

Audrey exhaled slowly, and smiled elegantly. Accompanied by her father and mother, she walked out of the lounge and entered the party hall.

She walked all the way to the front platform, and in the amazed eyes, she handed her hand wearing elbow-length white gauze gloves to the queen.

The queen took her by the hand and walked to the edge of the platform, facing all the guests.

After a slight pause, the queen smiled and said:

"Although this is a dark period in Backlund's history, we still have a gem that can illuminate the entire city. Her wisdom, her beauty, her character, and her etiquette are impeccable.

"Today, I will formally introduce her to you.

"Miss Audrey Hall."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Outside the French window, fireworks rose into the sky, exploding one piece of dreamy light after another.

Looking at the fireworks outside the window, Audrey fell into deep thought. Too many things happened this year.

First, she joined the Tarot Club, and then met the teacher.

Speaking of the teacher, Audrey couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth.

The teacher still remembered her coming-of-age ceremony. Just now, she asked the messenger to bring her a gift.

A Level 1 sealed item.

On the last night of 1349, Audrey officially became an adult in social terms.

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The crimson moonlight slowly shone on the streets of Tingen.

Benson, wearing a black gown and a hat, walked quickly to a house and knocked on the door four times.

Two long and two short.

This was the agreement between Benson and the mysterious lady:

Two long and two short - means Benson has something urgent to say.

Three long and one short - means the mission is completed.

One long and three short - means the mission failed.

Four short - means you are in danger.

In addition, there is another one: if you see a pot of roses in the yard from outside, it means the owner is not there.

However, there were no roses placed today, so Benson came. He wanted to tell the mysterious lady that he was going to Backlund, otherwise he might lose his hope of promotion if he went to Backlund alone.

The door opened, and Benson walked in.

"What's the matter?"

"Olvia" looked at Benson, not knowing why he came at this time.

"I'm going to Backlund."

Benson said respectfully.

"Yes! I know, I will make adjustments."

"Olvia" said expressionlessly.

"What else?"

"What should I call you?"

Benson asked carefully, he still didn't know the name of the person in front of him for so long!

"You can call me Lady Olvia."

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Olvia and Azik walked in from that exit, and she was instantly shocked by the scene in front of her.

There was a huge inverted pyramid in front of them.

It is about 150 meters high and 250 meters long. It is built with at least 3 million stones, each weighing about 3 tons, and covers an area of ​​60,000 square meters.

There is no adhesive between the stones. They are built by overlapping and biting each other. In front of King Khafre's pyramid, there is a sphinx that symbolizes the king's power and dignity.

In front of the pyramid, there is a sphinx that symbolizes the king's power and dignity.

Needless to say, everything around it is piled up in this cave that seems to have been hollowed out of a whole mountain, like a small mountain.

This...

"Let's go!"

Azik didn't even look at the treasures and walked straight towards the inverted pyramid. Olivia looked at the treasures a few times with some nostalgia, and hurriedly followed Azik into the inverted pyramid.

In the new year, Olivia is destined to get the blasphemous card of "Death".

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Afternoon of January 3, 1350.

In a newly opened cemetery on the outskirts of the East District.

Klein used divination to find the graves of Kohler and Liv.

This was not a real grave, but a cabinet for storing urns, one after another, row after row, one layer after another.

Klein stood there and saw that not only was there no portrait or epitaph on Kohler's cabinet, but even his name was missing.

Similar situations are not uncommon. There are too many unclaimed ashes of relatives and friends who cannot be found here. No one knows what their names were before they died, what they looked like, and what experiences they had. No one is interested. Only the numbers on the cabinets can distinguish them.

Klein closed his eyes, pulled out a piece of notepaper, shook it into a piece of iron, and carved a word on the cabinet door:

"Kohler."

Then, he added another line of epitaph:

"He was a good worker. He once had a wife and a pair of children. He worked hard to live."

He retracted his wrist and shook it. Klein, who had black hair, brown eyes and a thin face, let the paper burn in his hand, as if he was paying tribute to all the souls here.

For Daisy, who lost her mother and sister, he did not directly come forward to help. Instead, he wrote an anonymous letter to reporter Mike Joseph, describing the girl's plight in detail, so as not to implicate the other party because of his own affairs.

Reporter Mike had met Daisy, knew her story, and enthusiastically promoted the establishment of a corresponding charity fund. Therefore, Klein believed that he would help Daisy get more assistance so that she could complete her basic education and find a stable job that could support herself.

Stepping back, Klein looked around and took in the victims whose names and photos were all they had left.

He raised his head, slowly exhaled a breath of white air, turned around, and left the cemetery.

On the steam train to Backlund, Melissa was concentrating on her textbook, while Benson quickly started chatting with the passengers around her.

"It's too expensive, too expensive, a full 10 soles, half a pound!"

A middle-aged man under 30 sighed from the bottom of his heart,

"If I hadn't been unable to buy third-class seats and boat tickets recently, I wouldn't have spent this money at all. This is equivalent to my salary for most of the week!"

"Indeed, too many people went to Backlund after the New Year." Benson echoed.

The middle-aged man put away his distressed expression and said expectantly:

"Because they promised 21 soles a week and promised to work no more than 12 hours a day, we signed the contract!

"When I rent a house and get the first salary, I will let my wife go to Backlund. She should be able to find a good job, 12 or 13 soles a week. Backlund is said to be very short of people! By then, ah, our combined weekly salary will be more than 1 and a half pounds, and we can eat meat often!"

"Your wish will definitely come true. The king has signed an order to allow the law that stipulates minimum wages and working hours to be implemented."

Benson gave a sincere blessing and smiled, "It's the 'land of hope'. "

Woo!

The steam train arrived in Backlund with countless hopeful people. It was still light, the fog in the air was much thinner, and the gas lamps hanging above the platform were no longer lit early.

Benson experiencedly protected his sister and wallet, carried his suitcase, and followed the crowd out of the station.

Suddenly, they felt a line of sight sweeping over them at the same time.

Following the trail, Benson and Melissa saw a young gentleman with neat black hair and dark brown eyes.

The gentleman with gold-rimmed glasses pressed his hat, his eyes passed them and looked into the distance.