Chapter 374 George III's Speech Day

Chapter 374 George III's Speech Day

"Klein, you are still in such trouble after death." Leonard smiled bitterly, "Since you still remember me as your friend, I won't bother you about the dream this time. Just don't be so scary next time."

After taking a bath and changing clothes, Leonard saw that it was still a little early, so he returned to bed again and began to call the old man in his heart.

This time, the dream incident, maybe the old man can give him an answer.

"Dream? How can I know what you encounter in your dream? I am not interested in peeping into your messy dream." The old man's disdainful voice sounded.

"But I always feel that this dream is too real. How should I put it? Do you think Klein's undead spirit really returned to Backlund from the sea?"

"Hehe, the undead spirits near St. Samuel Church have been sleeping deep underground for a long time. Can they come to you?"

Leonard sighed and said, "I think so too, but I just think this dream is unusual."

After a while, the old man just uttered the word fate.

"Is dreaming a kind of destiny?" Leonard was even more puzzled.

The old man chuckled and did not explain the meaning of the word destiny. Instead, he said, "In the extraordinary world, the dead can speak. It is normal to dream. Even if they come back to life, it is not something worth making a fuss about."

"Alas, I also hope that Klein is still alive."

"I said that you are very lucky. Maybe your wish will come true."

Wish come true?

The image of Klein's tragic death in the dream immediately appeared in Leonard's mind. He refused repeatedly, saying, "I don't want this kind of wish to come true."

This time the old man did not answer Leonard again, but sighed at the end, as if he was sighing about something.

Leonard sat on the bed alone, unable to sleep until more than six in the morning. He simply tidied his hair, left the room, stopped a carriage, and rushed to the South Bridge District, Klein's former home.

When Klein died, the church paid to buy the house so that Benson and Melissa could live here in peace, and also gave a death pension.

Knock, knock, knock.

Leonard knocked on the door, and Benson opened it after a while.

Benson, who had not much expression, had a more lively look on his face at this moment.

"Excuse me."

Leonard walked into the house. This was his second visit.

Last time, he came here in person to inform Benson and Melissa about Klein's death.

"What's the matter?" Benson poured Leonard a cup of hot tea and said straight to the point: "I have to go to work later, so I don't have time to talk too long."

Leonard looked around the house and didn't find anything different. He retracted his gaze and smiled: "I just want to see if you need any help in your life."

"No, we are fine, really fine." Benson said, but his eyes looked at a photo frame placed in the center of the living room. It was a photo of Klein, him, and Melissa during the Chinese New Year.

"It's like this, I dreamed that Klein came to me last night, and he asked me to take good care of you." Leonard still chose to say it.

Benson's eyes suddenly turned red, and even Melissa, who was eavesdropping in the inner room, opened the door and walked out.

"He, Klein, did he really come to you in your dream?" Melissa sat on the sofa opposite Leonard with Benson in disbelief, her eyes slightly red.

"Yeah." Leonard nodded.

Benson lowered his head in silence and did not speak. Melissa reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes and asked carefully: "Is he okay?"

"He is fine. He asked you to take care of yourself and not be too sad because of his departure." Leonard pulled the corner of his mouth slightly after saying that. He did not dare to describe the miserable situation in Klein's dream, which was equivalent to stabbing Benson and Melissa in the heart.

"We will be fine and will live well forever." Benson said in a heavy tone.

After a long time, Benson suggested: "I miss him a little. Do you want to go with us to see him?"

"Okay."

Leonard agreed to this matter. After last night's dream, he also wanted to visit Klein's grave.

After tidying up a bit, Leonard and the other two closed the door, went downstairs, and hailed a car to the cemetery where Klein died.

While waiting for the car, Leonard caught a glimpse of a familiar figure on the street side of a restaurant.

It was not until he got on the carriage and passed the restaurant that he saw clearly that the man was the one he and Hastur met at the Brave Bar that night.

The carriage quickly passed by the window. Through the glass, Klein looked at the direction where the carriage was leaving, retracted his gaze, and calmly tasted today's breakfast.

Everything was fine.

…

As the day of George III's national speech gradually approached, Backlund's chaotic situation suddenly quieted down.

Everything was quiet, and the last three days passed without any waves.

It was just past midnight on this day, and the starry sky was shining brightly, but Backlund once again set off a huge wave of chaos.

There were people everywhere in Backlund disrupting the situation.

From small things like setting fire to big things like shooting people in the street, or suddenly holding some evil sacrificial ceremony, or someone being so bold as to assassinate important officials and dignitaries of the Kingdom of Loen.

In this case, the three major churches only sent a small number of personnel to maintain a certain order, and more manpower and material resources were watching the movements of the Loen royal family.

Hasta stood silently on the balcony, watching the chaos and madness of Backlund tonight.

When this night is over, George III will come out of his palace, and then walk onto the podium he had already arranged, and give his speech to the people of the Kingdom of Loen, a speech about a full-scale declaration of war.

Perhaps knowing what Hasta wanted to do, Sharon came back to help him take care of Azsara.

At this moment, Azsara was lying comfortably in her arms, tasting the delicious dried fish.

"How can you just wait on such a night."

Hasta retracted his gaze, came to the small table next to Sharon and sat down, and then asked the maids who had not yet slept to prepare some wine and food.

"You have a lot of free time?" Sharon was a little confused about Hasta's thoughts.

Hasta smiled and said, "You don't think I want to assassinate George III in the street, do you?"

Sharon just looked at him quietly, and the meaning was very clear. If it were him, he might really do such a risky and bold behavior.

"Alas, how could you think I was so stupid? Assassination is what Azshara does."

"Meow?" Azshara, who was named, made a dissatisfied cry.

"I have a feeling that you will do something." Sharon glanced at the chaotic events happening in the distance, "Is this what you expect?"

"Creating chaos and guiding chaos are indeed what I need to play."

"You are making great progress." Sharon sincerely admires Hastur's improvement in strength.

At this rate, Hastur will soon surpass her.

Perhaps, he has already surpassed her in many other aspects.

Hastur sighed: "This is not a good thing."

Promoting too fast is definitely not a good thing. For details, please refer to Klein.

He has always been worried that he will take the same path as Klein.

So he is still thinking about whether to cross the sequence when promoting to Sequence 4, whether to choose the Judgment Path or the Extraordinary Path left by the Yellow King, or the Star Path.

He is afraid that if he is not careful, he will be promoted one after another, from Sequence 4 to Sequence 0, and then a certain existence will wake up in his body.

Sharon said nothing. She agreed with Hasta's statement. This was not a good thing.

The night passed quickly. No matter how chaotic the night was, the sun would rise as usual.

When George III's carriage came out of the open palace gate, the chaos had been suppressed by order.

People on both sides of the street gathered and watched George III go to the prepared podium under the solemn and orderly guard of honor.

The nobles and ministers of the Kingdom of Loen had already been waiting there to listen to George III's speech.

As an earl, Hasta was also among the nobles. He sat on both sides of the podium with other nobles, watching George III get off the carriage and walk step by step.

Unlike other nobles, they wanted to witness how George III brought the Kingdom of Loen to the top. Hasta wanted to witness with their own eyes how George III went to destruction step by step.

Yes, Hastur had no intention of destroying George III's mausoleum himself from the beginning. They targeted four mausoleums in total, of which Mr. Fool took two, and the remaining two mausoleums were given to Bernadette and Madam Lisa.

If Klein had not come to seek cooperation, Hastur would have sent the Star Container here, and even Gray Carrie and Sharon's teacher could have taken action, and could have asked Ouroboros to help participate in this matter, and could even sit in the Hall of Stars and use the authority of divine revelation to make the people of the Witch Cult turn against him.

He had too many choices, and he didn't need to take risks himself.

He only needed to sit in the audience and wait for how George III fell.

"It's time to start your performance, Mr. Fool." Hastur looked at George III, who was already standing in front of the microphone and ready to start his speech, and whispered silently in his heart.