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On the street, Klein pulled Elizabeth under the awning to avoid the recent rain. What surprised Elizabeth was that the rain had a hint of fragrance and tranquility, as well as a bit of vitality and life.
"That's weird. Does Backlund always do this?"
"No, maybe it's because you came today that the gods are happy for you."
"Praise the goddess, I hope we can be together forever under your witness."
Elizabeth pulled Klein up and made a simple wish. She originally wanted to open her arms and hug him, but considering her age, she decided not to pretend to be a girl.
Klein lifted her up, spun her around, and quickly ran away with her. The people around him looked at the two of them as if they were idiots.
When they stopped, a young man wearing a dark long coat, a beret, and holding a pipe walked out. He had a full beard and looked somewhat like Klein.
Elizabeth compared the differences between the two. Klein nodded to the man and passed by. He was accompanied by a blonde woman in a Gothic-style long dress, a veil, and a hat. Her face was delicate and beautiful, as if she were not human but a doll.
"That's Backlund's famous Detective Sherlock, and his assistant Sharon."
"No wonder the aura is so similar. It turns out everything in the book is true. I thought it was fiction. It's a pity that the book is about to end."
Klein comforted the depressed Elizabeth, "Don't worry, there will be a sequel. Don't forget my identity. Next time I meet Sherlock, tell him not to retire so quickly."
"That's great, thank you Klein."
Sharon, who was standing behind him, grabbed the corner of Sherlock's clothes and said expressionlessly,
"I don't care about your other identities, but you'd better explain why the teacher slept naked in your bed this morning. I saw you guys did it."
"It was your teacher, Miss Renette, who slept with me. Do you believe it?"
"Damn teacher, I knew she had a crush on you too. Why didn't she find another alias for you? Instead, she had to compete with me for you. I won't admit defeat. Where are the others?"
"The last time you were about to go out, she came after me. I'm just a detective and I can't resist her."
"Did you hang out together for the half month I was away?"
"That's about right." Sherlock said with a guilty conscience. Sharon's hand, which had been gripping the hem of his shirt, had already been placed on her waist and twisted. His icy aura caused passersby to fold their arms.
"I am better, or my teacher is better."
"Hello."
"And before that."
"The last time you went to the Southern Continent...
After hearing Sherlock's words, Sharon sighed and did not make things difficult for him because he was honest.
"Are you using that small room and those props in your house to play games?"
"Mostly Miss Renette is playing."
"Teacher likes to watch me and do it secretly with you?"
"It seems that the sight of you makes her orgasm more sensitive."
"Help me capture the teacher and undo all that happened before. Use all her treasures."
"I'll follow your instructions."
Sherlock bowed to Sharon very politely, but was pulled away by Sharon who looked at him with disgust.
At the entrance of the Backlund University Affiliated Kindergarten behind Backlund University, a man wearing ordinary monocles, with a broad forehead and short black hair spread out on both sides, was pushing a bicycle and waiting for someone.
He looked ordinary, wearing a green coat and clothes, and his bicycle had seats for children on the front and back.
The new mayor of Backlund advocated for education from the very beginning, uniting prominent families to establish a kindergarten, elementary school, and middle school affiliated with Backlund University, standardizing education. People marveled at his systematic and standardized ideas and expressed their support, saving their families a significant burden.
Schools in the surrounding areas followed suit, and schools of various sizes sprang up like mushrooms after rain, greatly promoting the modernization of Loen.
Two children, one boy and one girl, came out with backpacks on their backs and blond hair and red eyes. Their eyes were clear and their light blond hair seemed to radiate light. They were wearing the same school uniform. They were two adorable children. They saw the black-haired man pushing a bicycle and quickly extended their hands and ran towards him.
"Brother, are you here again today?"
"Where is Brother Bai?"
The black-haired man placed one in front and one in the back, fixed them in place, and quickly rode away.
"He went to a daze and won't be back for a while."
"When can we go see Mom and Dad?"
"We've only seen them in dreams."
"No need. It's too dangerous for you there. I don't even dare to get too close."
He rode his bicycle quickly to an old and somewhat dilapidated palace, pushed open the door and took the children to a clean, tidy and complete small courtyard.
The little boy jumped down and turned around inside for a few times, and the little girl directly controlled the growing plants and ran to the roof.
Seeing this, the black-haired man lifted her up into his arms. "Messiah, if you keep doing this, I'll throw you back to your Aunt Red."
"Brother, I know I was wrong. I'm going to play with Peter. Don't leave me with Aunt Red."
After watching the little girl go over and play with the little boy, the black-haired man took out a chair and sat down. His father wrapped the crazy crimson in the form of a sea of chaos, eliminating the biggest disaster.
The struggle between the two has been protracted. The turmoil below can be seen in Chernobyl. They are both children who were thrown out one day.
He found it amusing that he had a younger sibling, so he took them in and raised them. Only then did he understand his father's hardships.
(Azao suffered for everyone else, which made sense. The twins were the product of their entanglement, the father of all people, the mother of all things, which made sense.)
Klein took Elizabeth back to his brother Benson's home. He also bought a quiet single-family house on a street behind him, but he spent most of his time at his brother's, except for sleeping.
Melissa, the younger sister, had been living with her brother. After they bought the yard, they asked her to move there as well, so that her brother and his family of four would have more space.
Pushing the door open, I saw Benson, who had very little hair on his head, sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper. He was now in his late middle age and had gained some weight.
Seeing his brother return with his men was something he had expected. Klein also knew that Melissa and sister-in-law Ruth were busy in the kitchen.
Little niece Ceria is holding her unsteady nephew Enderit's toy steam train, and the living room is covered with tiny railroad tracks.
"You must be Elizabeth, it's great to see you again, it's been so long."
"Yes, it's been a long time. It's nice to see you, Mr. Benson."
The two shook hands, and Melissa came out wearing an apron, her face filled with happiness.
"I thought you guys weren't coming back."
She said this and went back to her work. Klein, who was about to complain about her, was choked. Finally, the three of them returned to the sofa and sat down.
The niece came over with a steam locomotive, babbling, and hugged Klein, then bowed and greeted Elizabeth. Enderlet, who was staggering behind her, followed her sister's example.
Elizabeth held Catherine and Enderlet in her arms, and she loved them both very much.
Seeing this, Benson also understood and looked at his younger brother Klein.
"Klein, you and Elizabeth can get married as soon as possible. There's still time."
"I understand, Benson. I went back to Tingen to talk to Elizabeth's parents."
"It's good that you have your own plans. After all, Elizabeth has been waiting for you for so many years."
Hearing this, Elizabeth let Ceria and Enderlit go back to playing. She snuggled up to Klein with a smile, and Klein held her hand.
Benson was very satisfied with their current performance. After dealing with the younger brother, the only one left was the younger sister. She was also not young anymore, and none of the suitors were interested in her.
"It would be best if you had your own opinions. Melissa's can't be delayed any longer."
"We can't force her. She's a university professor and doesn't have to worry about retirement."
"We all have families now, and Melissa will be the only one left. I have to worry about her."
Klein fell silent. Yes, he and his brother both had significant others who needed companionship, so who would be there for his lonely sister? Elizabeth held his hand with her other hand, offering him encouragement.
"Melissa won't be alone. She's my best sister too."
"Don't be too pessimistic. I'll go observe and look for it when I have time."
Klein looked at the two men, who had grown more serious, and quickly adjusted their mood. He still held onto the modern concept of free choice in life, lacking much consideration.