The carriage was moving forward on the muddy road, and the bumps along the way could not affect the Einsta family's desire to return to their old place.
Eugene Einstar had never been to this legendary city that Hermann had described as so magical. He could not help but look out from the window of the carriage along the way, while boredly biting a piece of toffee made by Veronica.
He chewed with a smacking sound, and the rich sweetness set off his expectant mood.
The other people in the car were in a heavy mood.
Herman and Kirk still remembered the memories of their frantic escape, and the indescribable pressure from their backs was still fresh in their memory.
Hermann thought of his gentlemanly friend, Elphis.
Since the turmoil in Munihe, there has been no news from this friend who once lived with him in Umr, as if he had disappeared from the world.
I don't know whether the once enthusiastic Purvant and the slightly immature but extremely intelligent boy Philip are still running that shabby grocery store on that street.
Mr. Youdekao, who is a skilled doctor but a little bit mean, is nowhere to be found now. Is he still a fugitive on the wanted list
Names appeared in my mind one by one, but their figures had become blurry, and even their specific appearances could no longer be remembered clearly.
Looking at the road outside the carriage window, the only things that remain unchanged are the picturesque rapeseed fields and the Danube River that never stops flowing but silently nourishes everything.
The spire of the church slowly emerged from the horizon, and it was their first sight of Ulmerminster Abbey in its entirety.
The rebuilt Ulmerminster Abbey looks even more solemn and sacred than ever before. If it weren't for the tombstones not far away, one might be moved by the gorgeous and divine Gothic style.
There are still many traces of patching on the walls of the church. Although it was repaired after part of the building complex collapsed, the bricks that were later added had a significant color difference from the original materials. However, this also adds a mysterious color to this tallest cathedral in Germany.
Several unfamiliar priests led a choir composed of young children, standing in the open space outside the church, singing songs praising the holy light under the scorching sun.
Those sentences praising the Holy Light seemed to have a faint magical power when sung by those innocent children, which could soothe the sadness in the hearts of everyone present.
If Jobtran were here at this moment, he would certainly recognize the little girl with a ponytail standing gracefully in the middle of the choir.
That was the person that Jobtran and his men had saved at the cost of the lives of an entire team of security personnel from the bloody jaws of the Lloiger, a superior race and a follower of Hastur.
The still charming woman stood not far away with a proud smile on her daughter's face, quietly admiring her daughter's long-practiced performance.
As for acquaintances, the only one Herman recognized was Mills, the owner of the Black Pepper Bar.
His bald head and tall stature made him stand out in the crowd, but today he was holding a bouquet of pure white flowers.
His face seemed expressionless, but his eyes showed a trace of sadness and remembrance. He placed the flowers in front of the huge monument engraved with names.
A lot of flowers have been placed in front of the monument as a memorial, and people can only commemorate the past in this way.
"Sigh."
The horse stopped under the control of Butler Baird.
Hayden, who had already adapted to his role as a follower, jumped off the carriage and took the initiative to step forward and open the door.
This luxuriously decorated carriage parked here naturally attracted a lot of people's attention. They were all very curious about who was in the carriage and why he came to Umr, a remote place.
But when Hermann showed himself from the carriage, people remembered this once world-famous Jewish businessman, but no one came forward to greet him.
Mills, the owner of the Black Pepper Bar, just nodded to Herman from a distance as a gesture.
They all knew that they would never have much interaction with the Hermann family again, and now was not a suitable occasion for conversation.
The moment of silence now belongs to the tranquility of the dead and the remembrance of the widow.
Kirk, who was behind Herman, got off the carriage holding little Albert, who was now three years old and could walk independently, while little Albert looked around curiously.
Although this place is unfamiliar, it has an inexplicable sense of familiarity to little Albert.
It was as if he belonged here and there was a force calling him.
He broke free from Kirk's arms and walked towards the church, taking small, cute steps.
Kirk just stood behind Herman and let little Albert, who liked to walk alone recently, take a slow walk.
Seeing this, Veronica saluted Kirk, walked quickly forward and held little Albert's hand to prevent him from falling.
Several adults stood in front of the stone tablet without saying a word, but just bowed their heads in silence.
Little Albert pricked up his ears, listening to the sound that only he could hear and understand.
"The one who is destined to succeed, come here."
The closer you get, the softer the call becomes.
"Kaka, let's go."
Little Albert gently held Veronica's finger and spoke in a childish voice.
Veronica simply thought that little Albert just wanted to look around and did not notice anything unusual about little Albert at this time.
This child will continue to behave differently from other children as he grows up.
While other children were already able to speak in complete sentences, little Albert was still babbling like a baby.
Does he unconsciously repeat what he wants to say quietly until the right moment comes before he says it out loud.
Other children would be particularly interested in some children's toys, but little Albert just disdained those things.
He often stares at the starry sky at night, grinning foolishly from time to time. He talks to himself, giggling as if he is communicating with the stars.
After he learned to crawl and walk, he would occasionally sneak into the studios of his father Hermann and uncle Eugene to watch them tinker with those sophisticated instruments.
Those shiny light bulbs and circuits seemed to be more interesting to him than those silly dolls.
Compared to Andersen's fairy tales that every child likes, little Albert prefers to listen to Descartes' function as a bedtime story.
This child has shown differences from other children of the same age since he was young.