Chapter 412: Salty Fool and Salted Fish

In the west district of Backlund, outside room 254 on the second floor of the Carpentha Hotel.

Fors was about to fetch water with her thermos when she suddenly sensed a not-so-strong spirituality spreading out. She instantly understood Mr. Lawrence's choice: he would rather die than lose control and become a monster.

She couldn't help but feel sad. When she was about to lose control... what would she choose? Would she commit suicide... No, every full moon before, she was struggling to survive...

Haha, it’s been a while since I heard those life-threatening mutterings. After using the “teleportation bracelet” again... it should be soon, right?

Fors's forced mood became depressed again. She stood silently outside the door, waiting for Lawrence's extraordinary characteristics to emerge. These were the old man's last words. The old man asked her to send a palm-sized notebook and his extraordinary characteristics after his death to Dorian Gray in Pritz Harbor.

Hmm...should I also make arrangements for what happens after I die?

Fors put down the thermos, leaned back against the wall, and casually took out a cigarette case from his coat pocket. He skillfully put a slender lady's cigarette in his mouth and thought:

"Write a short novel before the whispers come? Earn some more money... No, I haven't had any expenses recently except for buying potion materials, so I have enough money... Damn it, I'm about to die, and the first thing I think of is to continue writing?! What the hell! Take a rest!"

Fors looked angry. She searched her other pocket but couldn't find any matches. She couldn't help but feel annoyed.
"Just resign when you get home! Whoever wants to be a substitute punisher can do it! Whose serious substitute punisher goes to the newspaper to write articles every day! At least let me fight too... Well, I have a falling technique that can make criminals fall!"

She searched her pockets again, but still couldn't find any matches. She complained helplessly:
"Damn it, why don't you give me the 'Traveler's Bag'? If I had that thing, not to mention matches, even a coffee machine and coffee beans... No, I can carry a bed with me and rest whenever I want! Put the sofa in there too!

"Something like giving it as a wedding gift..."

Fors was startled. She thought of the man she shared the apartment with, the man with a gentle personality, who was careful and cautious, and a good cook. He was the man who had proposed to her twice but she had rejected him both times.

She felt bitter and wronged. The most suitable person had already appeared, but her life... could end at any time due to the reappearance of the full moon whispers...

She suddenly felt weak all over and could only squat along the wall. She supported her cheeks with both hands and stared blankly at the guest room door in front of her.

Gurgle, her stomach made a sound of hunger, which made her even more upset. The fried eggs and bacon she had prepared in the morning had failed again...

As she was clearing her mind, she seemed to hear the sound of matches rubbing and burning:
Swish.

The cigarette she was holding was lit, emitting an intoxicating fragrance, followed by a gentle male voice:

“You’re welcome, beautiful lady.

"You seem to be in trouble. Is there anything I can do to help you? I will do my best to help you."

Fors took a deep breath, and the fragrant smoke entered her lungs, which refreshed her spirits. She raised her head and smiled:
"Thank you... Holy shit! K-Klein?! Why are you here?!"

Her face changed and she wanted to stand up immediately but she suddenly coughed violently a few times. The cigarette she had taken before choked her. She coughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her back and tears came out of her eyes.

"Cough cough!"

She coughed and threw the cigarette on the ground and stamped it out, because she knew that this young man didn't smoke at all, didn't drink much, and had extremely healthy lifestyle habits...

"Cough cough!"

Klein immediately extinguished the match, patted Fors’ back in a panic, and said with concern:
"Are you feeling better? Don't smoke so quickly..."

Fors let out a long sigh, straightened up and said with gritted teeth:

"I want you to take care of it!

"Why are you here? Following me?!"

Klein retracted his right hand and waved it to explain:
"No, no! I'm on vacation today! So I wanted to ask if you were free to go shopping... Well, I was also a little worried that you might run into the lunatic from the Aurora Society, so I used divination to find you..."

Fors's expression changed several times, happy, sweet... sad, confused.

She was puzzled:

"Divination? But I remember I did a counter-divination... Didn't it work?"

Klein touched his nose unconsciously. He was a professional "fortune teller"! He was about to be promoted to a "faceless man" fortune teller! He must be better than Fors's novice "astrologer"... and he also had the blessing of gray fog... He quickly changed the subject and said, "It will work! I promise! No wonder it was so difficult for me to find you...

"But the bond between us is still stronger. The spirit guided me to find you! I'm glad you're okay! I sensed the fluctuation of the spirit before, and I thought you were fighting..."

Fors curled her lips. This man also had a lot of tricks when he spoke!

She did not argue with the "suspicious" man anymore. She just crushed the cigarette on the ground a few more times before walking silently towards room 254.

Squeak.

She pushed open the half-open door and saw that Mr. Lawrence had a pale face and was completely lifeless. Next to the old man was a diamond shining with a dreamy color.

"'Astrologer'..."

Fors murmured to herself. She recognized what it was at a glance, but she had clearly never seen it before.

She walked forward and observed a moment of silence. She first put away the "diamond", then picked up the black coat beside her and covered the deceased's head and face.

"Great goddess of night, may this deceased person be quiet and at peace. Praise the goddess!"

Klein came to his girlfriend's side quietly. His expression was solemn as he recited a chapter of comfort in the tone of a poet. During the simple ceremony, the whole house darkened for a moment, and then it was filled with a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.

Fors glanced at her solemn and dignified boyfriend and immediately felt that this man had become a little more handsome, just a little.

……

Tap, tap.

A young man and woman walked side by side on the street. The man was wearing a Loen suit of fine material and holding a gold-studded cane, but his face still had a scholarly air. The woman wore a beige dress with a brown coat on the outside. Her facial features were delicate and beautiful, but she had a lazy temperament. They were Klein and Fors, who had just finished handling the burial matters.

tap.

Fors deliberately increased the volume of her footsteps. As expected, Klein, who had been silent all the way, responded. He took two quick steps forward, squatted down, and patted himself on the back.

“…What are you going to do?” Fors’s mind froze for a few seconds. Didn’t she hint at the other party to break the silence and say a few words?
"Ah?" Klein tilted his head in surprise.
"Aren't you tired from walking and want me to carry you? Come on up, I'll carry you home. Uh, help me hold the cane."

"..."

Fors licked her lips and unconsciously took the gold-inlaid cane. She wrapped her arms around her boyfriend's neck, letting him hold her thighs and lying safely on her boyfriend's strong back.

call.

A not-so-strong breeze blew by, ruffling her slightly curly brown hair, and before she knew it, a happy smile appeared on her face.

"call……"

Klein took a few steps. He wanted to ask Fors if she had gained weight recently... but he held back. Pah! He was not without emotional intelligence! How could he ask that? He carefully lifted up his girlfriend behind him and asked softly with a smile:

"What do you want to eat for lunch? Your hands and feet are a little cold, how about hot pot? Oh, you know, Old Blue gave me a very special kind of chili, it's super, super delicious!"

"..." Fors's arms suddenly tightened. She was silent for a long time. When she was almost home, she asked:
"Klein, if, I mean if, you only have one day left to live, how would you spend it?"

“Cough!” Klein coughed lightly. He only felt the softness on his back… What if his neck was strangled twice?

"That's a good question,"

He untied his hands and put down the woman behind him, then knelt on one knee, took her right hand and kissed it gently. He smiled brightly and said to his surprised girlfriend:

"If this is the last day of your life, ma'am, how about we go home and have a hot pot together?"

(End of this chapter)