Chapter 110: Passionate Leonard

"Captain, I'm taking a day off today..."

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"Old man, Lanevus lives here, right?" Leonard, wearing camouflage clothing, stared at an apartment building in the Jinwutong District in front of him.

"of course."

"That's good." Leonard hunched over and walked carefully in the night.

"How are you going to solve the problem?"

"Old man." Leonard stopped and looked up at the bright moon.

"Lanevers must die!"

"You're so uncool."

"I can't calm down!"

Thinking back to the daytime archival research and the field investigation at Iron Cross Street, Leonard's heart was filled with anger.

Lanevus must die!
Even though this is reckless, this matter must come to an end!
"Have you ever thought about the consequences of Lanevus's death?"

The old man did not try to persuade him, but asked Leonard if he knew everything about it.

"I know that the tragedy caused by Lanevus must be stopped. I understand what he is going to do. It is unimaginable what evil consequences a businessman who makes money by fraud will commit in the future!"

A hero of justice?
Maybe, but in the old man's opinion, Leonard is more like a knight who is full of passion and is committed to upholding justice for those injustices and mistakes.

"I...personally, I think you shouldn't kill him." The old man said calmly.

"This kind of thing has been going on since... the beginning. It's a problem that cannot be solved."

"Even God cannot create the world you want."

"Can we just give up just because it's impossible?" Leonard clenched his fists.

“Even if this thing is impossible, I am willing to do it.”

"you……"

The old man was silent.

Leonard's transformation made the old man feel very "strange".

Everyone does this, everyone thinks this way, this is how the world is, and all of this is “as it should be”…

But Leonard told the old man that even if a wrong thing is repeated countless times, even if too many people emphasize it again and again, the mistake is still a mistake, and a mistake will never become right!

"You are affected by this force."

The old man spoke calmly.

"The occult symbol on the back of your right hand is affecting your personal thoughts."

"Really?" Leonard raised his right hand slightly. On the back of his hand, under the glove, was the symbol of Master Boshizun.

"Maybe."

“But that’s the price.”

Leonard said to himself in a relaxed tone: "Equivalent exchange is one of the common senses in the mysticism of the extraordinary world. Don't try to get it at an unreasonable price.

I understand the mistake in this matter, and growth naturally requires a price to be paid.”

"Old man, the Iron Cross Street District is a living hell in the Kingdom of Loen and the Northern Continent. How long has it been since it changed?"

"It has probably not changed since I was born."

"is it?"

"It seems that you still understand the situation. You have also grown up and know this cruel reality."

"I understand. I will not use this power."

Without continuing to talk about this topic, Leonard put on camouflage clothes and sneaked outside the apartment.

At this moment, Leonard was only a few steps away from the apartment.

Gazing at the towering apartment, he suddenly turned his head and looked behind him, saying, "Come out, the captain should let you stop me."

"Leonard." Not knowing how to face his teammates, Klein felt an irrepressible emotion in his heart when he looked into Leonard's eyes.

It is as hot as the sun, bright and shining.

This spirit, like an unquenchable flame, made Klein seem to see the history in his memory.

Hero, great man, or something else?

It's just a kind thought that makes me willing to step forward for it!
'Perhaps this is the greatness of the Buddha. He has always been trying to save others, but in the end he accomplished the impossible task of saving himself.'

With a myriad of emotions in his heart, in reality, Klein pulled out the pistol from his waist pocket.

The revolver was the Nighthawk weapon Leonard recommended to Klein.

Seeing Klein pointing his gun at the ground in front of him, Leonard laughed, a happy laugh.

"Klein, you're not wrong." Leonard looked at the revolver he raised calmly.

"You have your own life. Your brother and sister... they all need you. They can't bear Lanevus's revenge. There is no reason for you to do this."

"You are different from me. I am a loner, haha..."

——Except you, old man. After mumbling to himself, Leonard continued: "So, we..."

Are we enemies?
Maybe not.

Right and wrong?
That's the contradiction.

Leonard knew everything Lanevus had done and was willing to go alone to kill him, take responsibility for everything, and change these mistakes.

But Captain Dunn and Klein wanted a better way to solve this problem safely!
Both of them were right, and both wanted to deal with Lanevus, but they found themselves on opposite sides without realizing it.

At this moment, the two righteous warriors had to draw their swords and point them at each other.

Although they are all preparing to defeat the "Devil", the different routes lead to completely different results!

"Stop!" On one side of the street, a blond man carrying a silver briefcase looked at the two people in front of him with a serious expression.

One of the nine senior deacons of the Nighthawks, Creste Sesima, the wielder of the Sword of the Goddess.

He was wearing a black windbreaker and a white shirt, and looked to be in his thirties.

His golden brown hair was shaved short, and his dark green eyes were like a moonless lake in the middle of the night. The collars of his shirt and windbreaker were turned up high, hiding his entire chin in the shadows.

Cecima stepped between the two of them, carrying her suitcase.

"Leonard."

"Lord Cecima." Leonard put down the revolver in his hand, his face tense.

"Your idea is great, I salute you!"

"But, can you really bear all this?"

"Of course, I believe in my ability." Leonard looked very proud.

The "extraordinary knowledge" on the back of his hand told Leonard what to do.

But unfortunately, Cecima was not the same old man as Leonard, so he expressed his doubts without any reservation.

"But I don't trust your ability."

"You said you can do it, go and prove your ability."

"Yes!" Leonard reached out and touched his chest, performing the ritual of the Goddess Church.

Then, Cecima looked at Klein again.

"I understand your situation. It's excellent."

"No, no, no, this is Captain Dunn's..."

"It's not this matter, but the digestion of your potion." Cecima pointed to her suitcase.

"What I just released was also a test for you in a sense. Your potion really was fully digested."

After saying these two things, Cecima finally got to the point.

"Backlund is about to face a major crisis. I came to Tingen City this time to inform the Nighthawks to prepare in case of sabotage by the cultists."

"Sir Cecima, Lanevus is a follower of the Aurora Society."

"I know." Hearing Leonard's words, Cecima simply brushed it off.

"The Church is currently dealing with the high-level Beyonders of the Aurora Society in other cities. There is no rush to deal with peripheral members like Lanevus."

"Also, Nighthawks should never point their guns at their teammates."

"Even if something like this happens today!"

"I understand." Leonard and Klein said at the same time.

"Okay, let's go back."

Leonard had just taken a few steps when he turned around and asked nervously, "Captain Dunn...he..."

"Don't worry, Dunn really praises your courage."

"is it?"

"But Dunn is also troubled by your impulsiveness and recklessness."

Leonard felt a little embarrassed when he heard this.

He couldn't tell anyone about his cheating old man and the extraordinary mark of mysticism on the back of his hand.

“By the way, Lord Cecima,” Klein suddenly asked.

"The Polymath Society..."

"The Institute of Knowledge?" Cecima looked at Klein with a puzzled look.

"What's wrong with the Erudite Society?"

“Um… no problem.” Thinking of Melissa and the Stigmata War, Klein had no choice but to lie against his will.

Leonard recalled the knowledge given on the back of his hand, and he also chose to keep silent.

"I know you may find this kind of society strange, but in Lenburg, it is perfectly normal for such academic organizations to conduct research." Cecima recounted the experience of her predecessors.

Um, you... are right.

Klein and Leonard were in perfect harmony at this moment.

(End of this chapter)