Chapter 362 Klein Returns to Backlund

Chapter 362 Klein Returns to Backlund

At Backlund's steam train station, as the steam train whistled, another steam train from South Wales arrived at the station.

As the doors opened, passengers who had been sitting on the steam train for a long time rushed out of the carriage, and Klein was one of them.

Setting foot on Backlund's land again, his face showed the same trance and excitement of returning home as other passengers.

In order not to be discovered by Backlund's acquaintances, Klein had used the faceless man's extraordinary ability to give himself a new identity and appearance.

He was a tall and thin man with a slightly sickly pale face and a thin body, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

His new identity was a sick young man who returned to Backlund from the seaside to recuperate.

This was to differentiate himself from Gehrman on the sea.

After leaving the station, Klein naturally stopped a carriage at the station gate and spent 1 soli and 2 pence to go to the South Bridge District.

The price was a little expensive, but Klein wasn't short of money right now, and although the other party treated him as a foreigner, they didn't charge him too much, so he didn't bargain.

He opened the curtain, held a golden pocket watch in his right hand and gently stroked it, looking at the street flashing outside the car window, feeling inexplicably heavy and depressed.

If he hadn't pretended to be dead and changed his identity, he could now go home openly to reunite with Benson and Melissa, and he could also ask Leonard out for a drink and chat.

But there weren't so many ifs. When he decided to fake his death, he had already anticipated that his future life would be a journey alone.

"I have to go back and see them anyway. If I don't see them in person, I'll always feel relieved."

Klein sighed in his heart and decided to rent a house on a street not far from the house he originally rented.

He didn't choose a long-term lease, but a short-term monthly lease, for which he paid a little extra rent.

When he cleaned his new house and was ready to move in, it was completely dark.

It was impossible for Klein to cook at home alone. He went out and ate at a restaurant on the street below the house he had rented.

He sat along the street. From here, he could see the lights of his original house.

As the sky got darker, the lights of other houses gradually lit up.

The lights in the house where Benson and Melissa lived were only on for a short while before they fell into complete darkness again.

Klein ate the tasteless meal and wondered who would wash the dishes at home tonight.

It should be Benson. Melissa always came back later because of her classes. Now that he was not at home, Benson would definitely love Melissa, his only relative, more.

He would definitely say this: "You should spend your time studying. Learn more knowledge so that you won't become a curly-haired baboon."

If Melissa wanted to refute, Benson would let her go back to her room to fiddle with her favorite mechanical items.

As Klein thought about it, a smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He did not choose to meet Benson and Melissa. Tomorrow, he would come here to stroll around under the pretext of taking an early morning walk.

Benson has passed the civil service exam and has fixed working hours. Melissa is the same, except for the weekend when she doesn't have to go to school or work.

It was past nine o'clock at night.

Klein came to the Brave Bar that Leonard had always liked to go to before, ordered a glass of Southwell beer, and sat in the corner to drink slowly.

Sure enough, Leonard walked in from the door around ten o'clock.

He was obviously a regular here. As soon as the waiter saw him, he was very enthusiastic to entertain him.

Leonard ordered three cocktails in one breath and sat in front of the more conspicuous bar, drinking alone in silence.

After not seeing him for a while, Leonard looked a little thin, his beard began to be untidy, and his brows were always frowning.

This image is not like the poet Leonard in the past. In the past, he cared most about his appearance and even combed his hair neatly.

Now Leonard really looks like a frustrated and downtrodden poet.

Perhaps sensing Klein's prying, Leonard glanced in this direction, but soon shifted his gaze and took a big sip of the wine.

Klein retracted his gaze and prepared to finish this glass of Southwell beer and leave. He came here just to see Leonard.

But before he left, another familiar person walked in at the door of the Brave Bar, Count Hasta Campbell.

He did not stay in Southwell County, but returned to Backlund.

Klein sat patiently in his seat again, occasionally his eyes inadvertently swept over the figures of Leonard and Hasta talking happily.

It seems that Leonard is not lonely alone, so it's good.

Klein smiled and stood up to leave.

But he saw Hasta and Leonard each holding a glass of wine and walking towards his position.

Did they see through his identity?

Probably not. If Leonard knew, he would definitely rush over.

"Sir, do you mind sharing a table?" The person who spoke was Hasta. Before Klein could say anything, he waved to the waiter to bring a few more glasses of wine.

Klein glanced around and saw that the other tables were indeed full.

He smiled and said, "Of course, I was just thinking about going back."

Leonard looked at him and said teasingly: "Are you already married? If not, what's the point of going back alone? You might as well stay here and chat."

“Give this gentleman a glass of a true man’s drink and it will be credited to my account.”

Leonard was very considerate and gave Klein a glass of wine. Klein wanted to refuse, but Hastur chuckled and said, "It's a kind of fate to meet here. Let's have a drink together and see you tomorrow. No one knows each other."

Klein felt that there was a profound meaning in this sentence, but he did not think that the other party could see through his disguise so easily. "

"Thank you gentlemen for the wine." Klein sat patiently again, with no panic on his face.

"Hey, Hastur, you have to stay in Backlund for a few more days this time, otherwise I will never be able to find a drinking partner. Drinking alone will be too boring." Leonard's tone was already tinged with drunkenness.

Hasta brushed his fingers over the edge of the wine glass and asked curiously: "Isn't Mr. Klein also in Backlund?"

"He went to a far away place and probably won't come back again."

The look on Leonard's face was visibly lonely. He picked up the wine glass and took a big sip.

"That's it." Hasta whispered, picked up the wine glass and clinked it with Leonard, and added: "There are no absolutes in this world. Maybe he will come back when he wants to come back."

return?

Leonard opened his mouth, trying to explain the true meaning of what he just said, but in the end he said nothing, but his eyes were a little bitter.

Klein looked at this scene and was touched in his heart, but there was still no unnecessary expression on his face.

"Do you think what I just said is right?" Hastur suddenly turned the topic to Klein.

This made Klein stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted and said with a smile: "I also think your friend will come back after he handles his own affairs."

"You guys." Leonard wanted to laugh, but he still didn't say that Klein was dead.

At this time, the waiter brought the wine that Hasta and Leonard asked for.

Hastur held the wine glass, looked at Klein and said, "You don't look like a Backlund person?"

"Well, I just came back from overseas." Klein answered calmly.

Leonard stared at him for a while and said, "You don't look very good. Can you really drink?"

Using these words, Klein declined the wine Leonard gave him and said, "I can only have a small drink, I really can't drink too much."

"What a pity." Leonard did not force it.

Hastur glanced at Klein again, and deliberately raised the topic to ask about Klein's current situation. Faced with such a temptation, Klein also felt a little more confused.

Could it be that Mr. Hastur saw his disguised identity and there was a flaw in him?

No, he was just testing and not sure of his true identity.

It seems that I can't stay here any longer, otherwise my disguise at this moment will definitely be exposed.

When Klein had this idea, Hastur had completely stopped probing and focused on talking to Leonard.

From talking about Backlund's current situation to the Kingdom of Loen's declaration of all-out war on the Feysac Empire, to Leonard's personal relationship issues.

"Oh, love, I won't believe this illusory emotion." Leonard resisted.

"That's a pity. Miss Serafina just asked me about your current situation last time."

"What!"

Leonard's body froze for an instant, and his tone also became much louder.

"As expected, you still care about Miss Serafina?"

"..." Leonard was silent for a moment and said in a painful tone: "This is not a matter of not caring, but another reason."

Hastur smiled and patted his shoulder and said, "It's okay, I just made that sentence up."

"...Hasta!"

Leonard was so angry that he wanted to sever ties with Hastur. Klein couldn't help but feel happy when he caught a glimpse of this scene. But when he raised his eyes, he found that Hastur, who was supposed to be fighting with Leonard, had a serious look in his eyes. Suo Si looked at himself.