The carriage drove along the muddy road, and the bumps along the way didn't stop the Einstad family from wanting to get back to their old place.Eugene Einstada had never been to the legendary city that Herman said was miraculous, and he couldn't help but look out of the carriage window along the way, while boredly biting on a piece of toffee made by Veronica.He chewed on it, the thick sweetness of which set off his anticipatory mood.The mood of the other people in the car was heavy.Herman and Kirk still remember the memories of their frenzied escape, and the indescribable oppressive force coming from their backs still fresh in their minds.Herman remembered his gentlemanly friend, Alphes.Since the turmoil in Mooney, the friend with whom he had lived in um has not been heard from, as if he had disappeared from the world.The once enthusiastic Provent and the slightly youthful but brilliant boy Philip did not know if there was still that shabby grocery store on that street.Is Mr.
Yudekaw, who is a skilled but somewhat obscene man, still a fugitive on the wanted list at this time?
A person's name came to mind, but their figures had become blurred, and even their specific appearance could not be remembered clearly.Looking out the carriage window, the only thing that remained unchanged was the picturesque fields of rape flowers and the never-ending but silent Danube.The church's spire slowly rises from the horizon, and it was their first time seeing Ummlminster Abbey in its entirety.The renovated Omminster Abbey looks even more solemn and sacred than ever, and if it weren't for the tombstones not far away, you might have been moved by the gorgeous and divine Gothic style.Although some of the buildings were restored after the collapse of the complex, the bricks that were later repaired were significantly different from the materials originally shipped, but this also added a mysterious touch to the tallest cathedral in Germany.Several priests led a choir of young children in the open space outside the church, singing songs of praise to the light in the scorching sun.The words praising the Light seemed to have a faint magic after being sung from the mouths of innocent children, which could soothe the sadness in the hearts of everyone present.If Jobtrand had been here at this time, he would have recognized the little girl with a ponytail standing in the middle of the choir.It was the man who Chobuterrand and the others saved from the bloody jaws of the high-ranking race Royger, a believer of Hasta, with the lives of the entire security team.The charming woman stood not far away with a proud smile on her daughter's face, quietly enjoying her daughter's performance after a long practice.If you want to talk about acquaintances, the only one Herman recognizes is Mills, the owner of the Black Pepper Bar.His bald head and tall figure were very eye-catching in the crowd, but today he was holding a bouquet of pure white flowers.His face seemed to be blank, but there was a trace of sadness and nostalgia in his eyes, and he placed the flowers in front of the huge monument engraved with his name.A lot of flowers have been placed in front of the monument to mourn, and people can only commemorate the past in this way."
Whew."
The horse came to a halt under the control of the steward Baird.Hayden, who had become accustomed to his status as an entourage, jumped out of the carriage and stepped forward to open the door of the carriage.The fact that this lavishly decorated carriage was parked here naturally attracted the attention of many people, who were very curious about who the people in the carriage were, and why they had come to Umur, which belonged to the poor countryside.But when Herman showed himself from the carriage, people remembered this rich Jewish businessman who was once famous all over the world, but there was no one who came forward to greet him.Mills, the owner of the Black Pepper Bar, only nodded at Herman from a distance.They both knew in their hearts that they could never have much in touch with the Herman family again, and that this was not a good occasion for conversation.The silence of the present moment belongs to the deceased, to the remembrance of the widow.Behind Herman, Kirk got out of the carriage with little Albert, who was now three years old and able to walk independently, while little Albert looked around curiously.Although this place is unfamiliar, it has an inexplicable sense of intimacy to little Albert.It was as if he belonged here, and there was a power calling to him.He broke free from Kirk's arms and walked in the direction of the church with small and lovely steps.Kirk just stood behind Herman, letting little Albert, who had recently liked to walk alone, take his own time.Seeing this, the clever Veronica saluted Kirk, and walked briskly forward to take little Albert's little hand to prevent him from falling.Several adults did not say a word in front of the stone monument, but bowed their heads in silence.Little Albert, on the other hand, pricked up his ears to listen to the voice that only he could hear, and that only he could understand."
Come here, you who should be lucky."
The closer you go, the softer that call becomes."
Kaka, let's go."
Little Albert gently took Veronica's fingers and said in a childish voice.Veronica, on the other hand, simply thought that little Albert just wanted to look around, and didn't notice that little Albert was strange at this time.This child grows up showing things that are different from other children.While the other children were already able to speak in full sentences, little Albert was still like a babbling baby.He will unconsciously repeat what he wants to say softly, and will not say it out loud until it is correct.The other children were particularly interested in some children's playthings, but little Albert was dismissive of them.He would often stare at the stars at night, giggling from time to time, talking to himself as if he was giggling at the stars.From time to time after he learned to crawl and walk, he would occasionally slip into the studio of his father, Hermann, and his uncle, Eugende, and watch them tinker with the delicate instruments.Those shiny light bulbs and circuits seemed to be more interesting to him than those silly dolls.Compared to Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales, which every child loves, little Albert prefers to listen to Cartesian functions as bedtime stories.This child has shown something different from other children of the same age since he was a child.