Chapter 1: A dream after 4000 years
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In the small town of Ramd near Tingen, Klein watched Fry leave, while he found a relatively clean stone to wipe it, and sat down.
He sat bored for a few minutes, and after several hesitations, he still couldn't help but took down Sealed Artifact 3-0782, rubbing his fingers on its surface.
"Perhaps I can foretell its origin?"
Klein thought for a while, took out the absorbent pen and pen and paper from his chest, and carefully wrote down the divination statement.
"The origin of this sacred sun emblem!"
Klein skillfully closed his eyes and used meditation to pull himself into a dream.
He felt that he was floating in a radiance, and there was endless fog in front of him. After a long time, there was no change.
"Yes, there must have been other diviners in the church who had divined this holy emblem before, and it is estimated that they were like me and found nothing."
Klein thought for a while, and then wanted to exit the dream, but just when his spirituality first touched his body, the radiance and mist that seemed to last forever suddenly boiled.
What's the situation?
Klein was startled by the sudden change, subconsciously aroused his spirituality, and prepared to forcibly escape from the dream.
The boiling fog seemed to have been inspired by an unknown person. The concentration gradually increased, the color deepened, and tentacles formed by rays of light extended.
The newly formed gray fog is actually swallowing the surrounding brilliance!
Klein's spirit body returned to his body, but the tentacles cast by the light had already climbed onto his body and were gradually swimming inwards.
It actually entered into reality with the help of a dream!
Klein's thoughts seemed to be filled with lead, and he felt that he was gradually losing control of his spiritual body.
"No, I have to... pray to the goddess... No, Fu Sheng... Xuan Huang..."
He took a step backwards with difficulty, and then his body froze there, his limbs twisted strangely, like a puppet suspended by a thread that came out of nowhere.
Klein felt like he was submerged in water, and it was difficult to concentrate his thoughts, so he could only stare blankly at the "water surface" in front of him.
The "water surface" composed of gray and white mist mixed with shimmer seemed to ripple, and the twisted "water waves" gradually turned into a moving picture.
In the painting is a man in black with a hood, wandering in the barren land like a lone wolf.
A half-lion half-dragon monster in the distance seemed to be staring at him, lowered his body, and kept making a grunting sound in his throat.
Suddenly, the monster froze for a moment. Like a big cat, it lowered its body again and then lifted it up sharply. The bones made a crackling sound.
As if everything just now was just for stretching.
The picture composed of "Water Wave" is suddenly distorted, and a whole new picture is reconstructed.
The man had already taken off his hood and floated in the air, with the corners of his worn and torn clothes floating casually.
He was covered by a huge shadow, and the space around him twisted strangely, squeezing out clusters of pale flames out of thin air, surrounding the existence in the center.
It was a bird-shaped behemoth with bronze eyeballs covered in feathers woven from pale flames and mysterious patterns!
The giant bird seemed to be aware of the peeping, and a huge light suddenly burst out from its bronze eyeballs.
"what!"
Klein felt pain for the first time in the water. He tried to regain some of his consciousness, but was stabbed by the powerful light and couldn't open his eyes.
"Grass, it hurts!"
"Wait, I seem to be able to move?"
Klein, who was enduring the pain, opened his eyes tentatively. He saw a priest bathed in golden light standing opposite him. He asked in a calm tone:
"Your state is not very good, is it the anchor's problem?"
Anchor?
Klein just wanted to ask what it was, but found that he had opened his mouth, and his voice was gentle and pure.
"No, it's just that He has become active again recently. Since sheltering the elves, my anchor has become sufficient, but you..."
"That's not my voice!"
While terrified, Klein wanted to hear the words behind "himself", but the priest in front of him, bathed in golden light, seemed to have spied on his thoughts and lowered his hand a little.
The ravings he heard when he was promoted to the fortune teller appeared again. It was like a huge steel nail had been inserted into his brain, which was constantly stirring his brain.
Klein couldn't help lowering his body, trying to put his head in his hands to relieve the pain, but found that his body had nearly collapsed into countless squirming maggots.
He stared blankly ahead, no fear in his mind, but calmly thought about the current situation.
"Am I out of control?"
"I wonder if Captain and the others can kill me before I completely turn into a monster?"
"No, I might be able to rescue it, but Captain and Fry are both in the hotel..."
Klein raised his head with his neck made of maggots, and stared blankly at the gap in the woods, only to see several illusory huge pillars appearing out of thin air around him, and the man in the painting just now floating in front of him.
For the first time, he saw the man's face clearly.
It was a soft and delicate face full of elvish characteristics. His eyes were dark and dull, and it seemed that all his emotions had been wiped away, and he was looking down at him indifferently.
Klein's head also gradually collapsed, and his whole body turned into a maggot mass composed of clasped worms, frantically slapping everything around him.
Unknown gazes were cast from the stars, and the entire "dense forest" seemed to be wrapped in a thick "dark flannel", completely blocking the connection with the outside world, and even the roar became silent.
.......
"Depend on!"
Klein suddenly fell to the ground. He didn't care about the pain, he got up immediately, and kept slapping the dust on the windbreaker.
"I fell asleep just now?" Klein turned around and looked suspiciously at the fairly flat stone.
He only remembered that he had divination about the origin of the Sun Sacred Emblem, and then seemed to vaguely see an endless light and a thin mist.
"In the end, there seems to be a man's hand?"
"Not necessarily, that hand is white and thin, maybe it's a lady..."
Klein looked around with a guilty conscience, and found that Captain and Frye were not here before sitting back on the stone.
The time hasn't come yet, the captain probably won't come to me in advance...
What was the situation just now, this is an item bestowed by a certain existence? So there is interference?
What if interference was eliminated?
As soon as this idea appeared, it quickly took over his brain.
This is reasonable.
After several hesitations, Klein still looked around. After confirming that no one was there, he picked up 3-0782, passed through the layered roar again, and entered above the gray fog.
In the majestic and majestic palace, Klein sat at the top of the ancient long table, showing the mutated holy emblem of the sun.
He weighed the thin piece of gold in his hands, as skilled as he had done it many times before.
As if he didn't notice anything, he took the pen and paper and wrote down the divination statement. After reading it seven times, he leaned back in the chair and entered the dream.
The gray fog cut off the sky, and a drop of golden, bright, warm illusory liquid floated on the altar.
A man in a white robe beside the altar frantically held the holy symbol of the sun, and his vitality was drawn out bit by bit, turning it into a bridge linking the mysterious liquid and the holy symbol.
Finally, he lost all the breath of life and fell down on the altar. The drop of bright golden liquid also slowly merged into the holy emblem. UU reading www.uukanshu.com outlined an incomplete fuzzy symbol.
"A ritual of self-sacrifice?"
This question just popped into Klein's mind, and the picture of the dream quickly changed the picture as if to answer it.
The shattered brilliance once again formed the drop of illusory liquid, but this time it became huge, hanging in the fragmented sky and the deep starry sky behind it blocked by the gray-white fog, like a sun wheel.
Suddenly, power from out of nowhere filled that drop of liquid, and the false sun instantly filled up, becoming bright and hot.
Accompanied by a humming sound coming from the boundless void, the pure and pure flame instantly ignited everything, and the hot golden waves swept outward frantically.
Boom!
Klein was thrown out of the dream at once, and lost his normal perception, leaving only the endless burning pain on his body.
The immeasurable flames caused a drastic change in the gray fog. The fog around Klein instantly wrapped the golden sun wheel, and the dream that had already collapsed reappeared.
The golden sun was filled once again, and the flames that had spread before got rid of His control, and under the influence of time, it actively went back.
The sun was firmly nailed into the false starry sky, and this time He actually showed the emotion of fear!
He tried his best to expand, and the sun that broke through the limitations of its shape was now more like a human-shaped phantom made of brilliance.
His body twisted uncontrollably, his hands were raised heavily, and he put on a blue-black cloak for himself with difficulty.
Suddenly, his movements became relaxed.
He pulled up his hood, seemed to be in a happy mood, bowed forward slightly, and then disappeared directly into the gray fog, leaving only Klein still burning and a dilapidated palace.
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"what!"
Originally sitting at the head of the long bronze table, Klein, whose whole body was dyed with golden flames, suddenly regained consciousness, screamed and rolled to the side, his body trembling and twitching involuntarily.
He hunched his waist, rolled back and forth, screaming, trying to put out the golden flames on his body.
The originally solidified gray fog seemed to hear his screams. The gray fog rose like a "tide" and partially "drowned" Klein's body. He began to extinguish the golden flames on his body, and slowly repaired the terrifying Burns; parts quickly gathered, holding up the collapsed palace dome and giant pillars.
Klein fell on the ground, his hands clasped on the ground, trying to regain the consciousness he had initially recovered.
After a long time, he held on to the armrest of the high-back chair and climbed up with difficulty, terrified and dazed by the experience just now.
He didn't expect that just divination would cause such a consequence!
Klein looked around subconsciously and found that although the towering palace and long bronze table that seemed to have remained unchanged from time to time had been repaired by the gray-white "tide water", the charred burn marks and scattered holes were enough to show the huge size just now. The power of destruction.
He slowly slid down, slumped on the high-back chair, patted the burnt marks on his body, and thought in a trance.
"I didn't directly divination to the eternal blazing sun just now, did I?"
"If it wasn't for this gray fog that restricted the activity of the huge sun in time and blocked the projection of His power at the last minute, I might have evaporated directly..."
"That's the divine blood of Eternal Blazing Sun? But how could it be made into a Sealed Artifact? If it is really the divine blood lost by Eternal Blazing Sun, it can't be just a Level 3 Sealed Artifact. The believers of "Sun" are even more so. It is impossible to give this holy emblem, which is enough to be called a holy relic, to someone else!"
"And I always feel like I've forgotten something. Is it the last piece of knowledge that was suddenly squeezed into my head that impacted my memory?"
Klein wondered about what happened just now, and the more he thought about it, the more afraid he became.
"Not only did I almost explain it just now... This gray fog is not right, it actually moved when I lost consciousness!"
"Is this thing alive?"
"Forget it, I can't use everything for divination in the future. If there is another similar operation or two, I don't think the ashes will be left..."
Klein's body was no longer scorched black. He stared at the gray fog in front of him, tapping his fingers on the top of the long bronze table, and staring at the place where the gray-white "tide" had just receded.
That was the deeper part of the gray fog. No matter how Klein looked at it, it was as blurry as ever, making it impossible for people to see clearly.
"Forget it, the divine blood divination just now aroused unnecessary connections, so I can't do it anymore."
"Tsk, it's not all bad, at least it made me discover the weirdness of this gray fog space." Klein stopped his movements a little, "Uh, I also figured out its potential, which can be compared with the power of gods. Confrontation, but at least until the Angel level can really find the hidden secret, and only then can it truly become its master."
As Klein thought, he conjured up a piece of paper and a pen. He wanted to write down the piece of knowledge that blew his mind just now. It was at the cost of his own life!
He used dream divination to sort out the chaotic memories in his mind, and wrote them down one by one.
"1. The sun."
"2. Don't look directly at God."
"3. Pure white angel."
"4. Redemption Rose."
"5. The main material of ancient scholars is the heart of the demon wolf of fog..."
"6. The production skills of the Sun Flame Talisman without the Dark Talisman..."
"7. Singer's potion formula..."
"8. The people who pray for the light..."
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"The main material of Sequence Four 'No Dark One' is..."
"This is not right!" Klein couldn't help but knocked on the edge of the long bronze table again. The ancient scholar didn't look like the formula of the sun sequence.
"Could this be the knowledge related to this gray fog?"
"Then how much of the knowledge I got just now is about the sun and how much is about the gray fog?"
In fact, for him, he was lucky enough to avoid most of the damage just now, and gaining a lot of knowledge can be said to be profitable, but this mixed knowledge has to make people think more.
This is the real potion formula, and there are even two incomplete formulas of high sequence. No matter which organization it is placed in, this is a real merit, and even if it is sold, it is a huge amount of property.
"You can't think blindly, you can't kill yourself, at least Little Sun's potion formula is available."
"But what is a pure white angel? Sequence 1 or Sequence 2 of the solar sequence?"
"The content of the main material of the Dark One proves that the drop of golden liquid is the divine blood of the eternal blazing sun. 3-0782 is definitely a Level 1 Sealed Artifact that was wrongly rated because it was sufficiently secretive."
"And that rose of redemption..." Thinking of this, Klein suddenly felt a sharp pain and emptiness in his brain, and he had stayed in the gray fog for too long. Coupled with the successive shocks just now, his mental state It's gotten to the extreme.
While worrying about his body outside, Klein quickly wrapped himself in spirituality and plunged down. He was afraid that as soon as he went out, he would find that the Sun Sacred Emblem had been damaged, or caused some too obvious changes, and he would not be able to explain it at that time. !
Klein opened his eyes carefully. The crimson moonlight passed through the dense canopy, showing mottled traces on the ground. Weeds and shrubs not far away swayed gently, and Frye's blurry figure in the distance was among them. , There seemed to be only his slight footsteps left in the silent woods.
Klein looked down at the intact 3-0782, and felt an unprecedented peace of mind.
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In the dark and dark cave, huge, slender stalactite columns spread down from the top of the cave and plunged straight into the darker and deeper depths.
A rough spiral staircase follows the irregular side walls of the cave, winding down and extending downwards. Not far away, there are half a milky white candle exuding a strange aroma and a simple and gorgeous full-length mirror.
It was a very smooth silver mirror that was polished, but the strange thing was that the entire mirror surface did not reflect even a trace of light, as if the entire picture in the mirror was in a strange secret state.
In the unchanging silence, a pale, slender hand broke the strange state of the silver mirror. It stretched out from the mirror, grasping the simple and exquisite frame, as if to forcefully drag the rest of the body out.
The white candles on the spiral staircase ignited quickly, and clusters of black flames were like torches. The aftermath of the flames instantly shattered the surrounding silver mirrors, leaving only the side with the pale arm emerging. The mysterious elements of the entire cave seemed At this moment, it has been twisted and attached to the only remaining mirror, all of which are helping the owner of that hand out of trouble!
The other equally pale arm also stretched out the mirror. Driven by the two arms, a weak, pure and beautiful girl squeezed out of the mirror.
The purple snake-head tentacles attached to her back suddenly snapped, leaving only broken hair scattered all over the floor.
Before the weak and pure girl could react, the broken hair on the ground quickly ignited an illusory black flame, directly destroying her own traces.
The girl lifted the bangs on her forehead that were glued together due to sweat, and directly tore off the plain white dress that was disfigured on her body, revealing a fair and slender naked body. A gemstone silver necklace surrounded by several tiny diamonds.
The girl was holding the huge blue-purple gemstone, the black and smooth hair on the back was divided into several strands, clinging to the graceful curve of the body, covering the privacy of the body little by little, and the tight restraint was stretched out on her body. There is a red mark that is enough to be called a crime.
The tightly entwined long hair suddenly spread out, and a bodysuit made of spider silk had already covered the girl's body. With the girl's beautiful curves and the still exposed large and white patches, it was enough to evoke people's hearts. pity and love, or extreme sadistic desires.
Of course, there was no audience in the deep cave, and the girl didn't care about it. She still held the blue-purple gemstone on the necklace obsessively and asked softly:
"Did you just burn the Black Maiden's hair? Where is this?"
A thin white fog suddenly gathered around her. The fog was erratic and had no specific shape. It seemed to collapse at any time, and it seemed to be extremely close.
"This is the ruins of the altar built for me by the Tamara family in the Fourth Epoch. If you were decisive just now, I could even leave that Disaster Witch behind instead of letting her detect the danger in time and burn her hair to escape."
"Obviously there is a sealed artifact of a planeswalker, but it can't win the duel in the space. I'm starting to regret giving you a 'blessing'."
The girl puffed up her cheeks in dissatisfaction, and she couldn't help raising her voice, and said a little angrily:
"I was suppressed in terms of personality, and most of the abilities of UU Reading www.uukanshu.com have failed. Besides, I have escaped, haven't I?"
"Isn't this your altar? Even if someone comes again, as long as Yuan Chu doesn't come in person, I'll be sure to keep him."
Speaking of which, she seemed to think of something happy, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.
"Besides, you said that your personality is even higher than that of a god, right? Then can I have a good rest?"
At this moment, the mist around the girl seemed to sense something, and tightened all of a sudden, forming a three-dimensional symbol with a mixture of scales and crown patterns, which gave a feeling of being both regular and distorted.
The space around the girl was quickly cut and separated into special areas intermingled with the spiritual world. Together with the sudden appearance of seven auras, all the girl's escape routes were blocked.
At the junction of the spiral staircase, the remaining light and dust around him were intertwined into a man in a white gold robe.
He looked pitifully at the lovable and lovable girl who exposed a large area of fair skin below. The space behind him was suddenly dyed with a strong color, revealing a sky covered with gray fog and crimson stars dotted in it. .
The girl in the spider silk blouse had a nervous expression, subconsciously arousing the blue-purple gemstone in her hand, and the surrounding environment suddenly distorted and stopped abruptly, returning to normal.
The roaming that should have been successful failed!
The mist around the girl changed shape again, condensing into a gray palace skirt, completely wrapping the beautiful curve.
Her eyes were dyed with a hint of gold, and her tense expression suddenly relaxed, revealing a strange smile.
"Mysterious believers?"
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"A 'secret' believer?"
The "girl" wrapped in a gray and complicated palace skirt had a strange smile on her face, raised the skirt corners with both hands, raised her hands and lowered her hands, and performed a nondescript court ceremony.
The man in the white gold-trimmed robe did not change his expression. He continued to strengthen the blockade of the spiritual world and space. He put his right hand on his chest and answered the question posed by the "girl" just now.
"I am the tracer under my lord, Roman Ambrosius."
"The great 'Mist of Uncertainty', you are not slowly corrupting and waiting to die in the valley of Hornakis, why are you interested in being a thief?"
The "girl"'s expression did not change, she still had a standard smile, she looked up and down at Ambrosius, avoided the question, and joked:
"Is it because 'Mystery' lost too much energy when it sealed the 'City of Calamities' and lost himself in it?"
"Why do you bugs hiding in the gaps in time and space all have the face of a 'hunter'?"
As she spoke, she looked around at the irregular marks on the walls of the surrounding caves, which seemed to be slashed by knives and axes, and changed the subject abruptly, with a hint of mockery in her tone:
"Speaking of which, after all, you are mortals who steal the authority of the gods, and you just imitate the behavior of the gods in a foolish way, imagining that you will truly gain authority through this, and put on a gorgeous coat to accept the worship of even humbler mortals."
Ambrosius stared blankly at the neurotic one-man show of the "girl" opposite, gradually tightening the space around her and accelerating the cutting of them.
The "girl" at the moment is like a specimen embedded in a diamond!
But she was still calm, facing this huge cave, and said to herself:
"The clown of Solomon, his understanding of order and distortion has only touched the worst side."
"In the vast starry sky, I have seen many thieves who want to touch the authority of order, but only he is so despicable." At this moment, the voice of the "girl" suddenly rose, and the pattern of the gray and complicated palace skirt also followed suit. The distortion seems to be connected with the distortion traces of the surrounding cut space.
"This child-like asymmetrical aesthetic is just as ridiculous as your poor spatial arrangement."
"Although the 'mysterious' guy is shameless, he is still unmatched on the road of a liar. You have too much bottom line."
Ambrosius frowned. He just wanted to adjust the arrangement of the surrounding space and make another segmentation, but he was surprised to find that he was locked in his own trap!
Immediately, his eyes shattered and bleed as he looked directly at the witch demigod who had been completely manipulated by the "Uncertain Mist".
The essence of this altar is the storage for the Tamara family to summon and solidify the power of the "Uncertain Mist". The performance of "Uncertain Mist" in front of Ambrosius just now was not a groaning insanity. Part of him would not have had mental problems because of this!
Everything He did just now was to delay time and take the opportunity to transfer the power within the bodies of those Tamara family members that he had deposited on the ground!
And the existence in front of me that uses the witch demigod as a container is not a "mist of uncertainty" in the true sense.
She is more like a mental suture that accepts part of the fog of uncertainty and part of consciousness!
While trying to simulate "fraud" and throwing himself out of the ruins, Ambrosius closed his eyes and asked carefully:
"You manipulated her to accommodate that planeswalker trait?"
"The Mist of Uncertainty" raised his eyebrows indifferently, and while tightening the manipulation of space, he played with his hair like a little girl, wrapping it around his fingertips bit by bit, Spread out a little.
"Actually, my goal at the beginning was you, and I had no choice but to choose her as the container."
"Oh, this body is a naive and stupid fool. The only thing she can praise is to be fooled."
"Unfortunately, you have the aura of Sefirah Castle on you."
"Although I am very interested in the authority of 'mystery', I don't want to be put into a lamp like another self."
"You are indeed very smart. You have deliberately avoided communicating with me from the very beginning, but at the beginning, because of 'bribery', I distorted my mind and answered my question."
"To be honest, I don't think my 'distortion' is more worth guarding against than your 'fraud'."
"Also, you really have a bottom line, and your moral standard is quite high!"
"Obviously, as long as I kill all the remnants of Tamara, I can eliminate the hidden danger of my quick accumulation of strength."
"You should really learn from your master on this point. It is always the stupidest choice to leave risks to yourself. You are far worse than another mysterious angel-the 'sage' in this regard."
"I have been in contact with him so many times, how could I not know how many angels he has. Your response is my best key to unlocking the shadow of order."
The words of "Uncertain Mist" were deliberately compressed into crazy syllables. These superimposed sounds tore apart Ambrosius' thoughts, and the invisible words turned into tangible soldering irons, stinging His soul caused substantial expansion and contraction of his body, and endless fragmented light spots and worm heads made of starlight appeared, which seemed to collapse into a mass of scattered worms in the next moment.
He couldn't help speeding up the "fraud" of the rules and space, completely abandoning the blockade of the surrounding, just hoped that he could stay away from the terrifying existence in front of him.
In the next second, everything returned to calm. Ambrosius, who should have used "fraud" to escape the ruins, remained in place, while the "mist of uncertainty" opposite him disappeared!
He seemed to have noticed something, distorted the target at the moment when the "fraud" took effect, and took the opportunity to "chaos" the layout of the space, giving up the idea of using space cutting to kill Ambrosius, and directly broke away from the original. It should be the remains of the altar of his own home.
Ambrosius stared blankly at the silent and empty spiral staircase in front of him. He found that the pollution he had just caught by looking directly at the "Uncertain Mist" was gone!
He hurriedly lowered his head, and silently recited the honorable name "Mystery":
"A fool who does not belong to this era."
"A great ruler farther than far away."
"Rooted in the ancient **** of mystery."
"I beg your attention..."
The dazzling and dazzling stars flickered again, quickly changing their arrangement in front of the whispered prayer to Ambrosius.
He is trying to use his corresponding crimson star symbol on Sefirah Castle to divination the whereabouts of the "uncertain fog" container.
After a while, Ambrosius suddenly raised his head, his brows were tightly closed, and his expression was unprecedentedly heavy.
He did fortune tell the information of that container.
Xia Lu Tamara Treville, this is her new name, and her next target seems to be Backlund, who is enriched by the Inquisitor pathway.
But this is the feedback from Seimen Castle, and the Lord did not respond to his request.
Although the Lord has hardly answered prayers since he fell asleep, this time, He can clearly feel that the Lord's honorable name is invalid!
Under normal circumstances, even if a deity falls or is downgraded, the honorable name will still point to that god. Only when the gods themselves give up the honorable name and block prayers can the honorable name become invalid.
Ambrosius frowned, and "roamed" himself into the depths of the spiritual world. Looking at the seven rays of pure light in the high place, he couldn't help but wonder:
"'Lord', are you awake?"
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Klein stood beside the typewriter, carefully watching Frye write yesterday's mission report and the reimbursement application for the corresponding consumption. It was not until he saw that all the materials he had used had been included in the list, he nodded with satisfaction, and stood on tiptoe. The foot quietly left the typewriter, like a big cat eating cheese.
Because he spent too much energy and spirituality in the divination last night, he quickly fell asleep as soon as he returned to the Nighthawks lounge, and only now did he have the energy to determine whether he could reimburse the materials.
After saying goodbye to Dunn and Roshan, Klein left the Blackthorn Security Company. He had made an appointment with Dr. Duster from the lunatic asylum to meet at one o'clock in the afternoon.
"Speaking of the knowledge I gained last night, I can report it carefully in the future. This should increase my 'contribution' and help me to be promoted to the clown faster."
"I can't forget the fact that the gray fog seems to have life."
"Tsk, my Sequence is still too low, even if it really hurts me one day, I don't have any countermeasures..."
Klein has already walked to the "Shooting Club" at 33 Zoetland Street, UU Reading www. uukanshu.com He didn't go directly to the shooting range dedicated to the night watchman. Instead, he found a place in the hall to sit down, took a newspaper from the small table next to him, read it leisurely, and pretended to wait for someone.
In fact, he is really waiting for someone. He wrote to Dr. Duster before to meet here.
After nearly ten minutes, Klein heard heavy footsteps approaching him. He put away the newspaper and saw that Dr. Duster, who was quite gentle, was already standing in front of the club's front desk.
Klein looked at Dust, who was paying by the front desk, wearing a black silk top hat, a fitted tuxedo, and gold-rimmed eyes.
He put the newspaper back, also went to the front desk to pay the fee, and followed Duster into the small shooting range No. 7.
After confirming that there was no one behind him, Klein softly locked the door, turned to look at Dr. Duster, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he joked:
"You seem to have a lot of experience in underground joints, Mr. Duster."
As if being stabbed by something, Duster turned his head sharply and looked around, until he used the ability of the "spectator" to confirm that there was no one hiding around, and then said a little reproachfully:
"Officer Moretti, deliberately scaring people is not a gentleman's behavior."
This is humor... Klein shrugged, carefully took out a 10-souler note from his wallet, and handed it to the other party, "I just think Loen's life lacks too much humor."
"This is your action cost. We will not let peripheral members bear the task cost."
Seeing that Dust was stunned, he still accepted the 10 soli note, Klein immediately said sternly:
"That 'mental patient', has Hood Eugen behaved abnormally recently?"
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"That 'mental patient', has Hood Eugen behaved abnormally recently?" Klein asked seriously.
Dust did not immediately answer Klein's question. Instead, he carefully examined his eyes, expressions, and actions, with some hesitation in his words:
"He has recently been similar to before, and is still using his abilities to try to treat patients. Although he has successfully cured some patients to a certain extent, he has also been suspected by other doctors and nurses because of this."
Speaking of which, Dr. Duster paused and began to recall while saying:
"In order to get rid of doubts, uh, he has recently started to claim that he is a descendant of some noble Intis."
"To be honest, this crazy talk is very useful, at least no one has suspected him recently. Cough, he, he imitated some customs of Intis in his behavior..." Dr. Duster said this, it is rare out of the "spectator" state.
"Intis's customs? Wouldn't it be Emperor Roselle's 'characteristic behavior'?" Klein couldn't help slandering in his mind.
However, after treating many mentally ill patients, is it the Sequence Seven corresponding to "Audience", "Psychiatrist"?
Then it seems that his "acting method" is not well mastered...
Or maybe he figured out the "acting method" by himself, but it was relatively incomplete and only grasped a part of the essence?
Tsk, it is most likely that he was unconsciously exercising his extraordinary abilities, and by the way, he completed the role.
Although according to Dr. Duster's report, Hood Eugen's condition is very stable. But it's still not reassuring, why did he call himself a noble of Intis?
If it is just to divert the attention of other staff, then he has too many choices as a spiritual Extraordinary. And if he wanted to, there was no way he would be noticed by the rest of the asylum.
"So he had a problem when he was acting unconsciously?" Klein thought to himself, his brows could not help tightening, he suddenly thought of a fact that had been ignored before!
Among the secret organizations he knew, only the Secret Order had mastered the act of acting, while other secret organizations with less seniority, including the Heart Alchemy Association, did not propose the content of the "acting method".
Is it because the Secret Order has existed for longer?
If it is said that other secret organizations cannot master the "acting method" because of their short history, how could the Church of the Evernight Goddess not master the "acting method"?
No matter which Orthodox Church has been passed down for at least a thousand years.
But now he seems to have found the answer. According to Hood Eugen's situation, it seems that it is not correct, or that the biased "playing" will lead the Beyonder to the edge of losing control.
For the high-risk groups who are most likely to suffer from mental problems - Beyonders, any strange behavior that is different from usual may be a precursor to loss of control!
Klein was distracted by the newly discovered problem. Looking at his gradually worsening face, Dust couldn't help but ask nervously:
"Officer Moretti, is there something wrong with Hood Eugen?"
"Cough, no, I just thought of something else." Klein suppressed his doubts, and used a smile to cover up Dust's worries.
However, after thinking about it carefully, he still warned:
"There is no problem with Hood Eugen at least now, but you have to step up your observation of him. Once his 'playing crazy' behavior has intensified, you must report it immediately and ensure your own safety. We don't want to lose a An excellent perimeter member."
Dust opened his mouth and quickly returned to the calm expression he had just met with Klein. He just murmured in his heart:
"Officer, are you serious? My experience tells me that your expression is saying that there is definitely something wrong with Hood Eugen's 'playing crazy'!"
Klein found that he seemed a little embarrassed, and quickly changed the subject: "You can tell me about the recent activities of the Psychology Alchemy Club, or your own state."
When Dust heard this, he immediately turned serious, and his face became a little heavier:
"The Psychological Alchemy Society has only carried out minimal daily activities recently. And myself, I have recently heard some incomprehensible babble, well, to be precise, it can no longer be called babble, more like the roar of a large creature. …"
The roar of the large creature... Klein was hooked all of a sudden,
After all, according to the symbol behind Miss Justice's high-back chair, the "audience" should correspond to a giant dragon... Then, the so-called roar of large creatures is not the dragon's roar... ...
Klein pretended to smile easily, trying to fool Dust over:
"Don't worry, it's just a normal situation, as long as you don't pay attention, you won't have mental problems, and, as our valuable peripheral members, we won't let you run the risk of losing control."
"Officer, you are lying!"
"You didn't look calm when you first heard my words." Dust's voice, which had been raised because of the questioning, suddenly dropped, "Please tell me, what exactly is the roar I heard?"
As expected of the "audience"... Klein thought about it and replied:
"Heh, according to some folklore, the giant dragon is the leader in the spiritual realm." Klein tried his best to make a reasonable nonsense, "If you're willing to make some 'contributions', I can share with you some free tips to avoid getting out of control. "
When Dust heard this, he sighed with relief:
"The so-called 'contribution' is something substantive, which can reassure me more than those high-sounding rhetoric."
"Officer, what do you want me to pay?"
This is all for Miss Justice's "Mind Reader" formula, and it is also for Nighthawks to better monitor wild Beyonders...
Klein suppressed his shame and said solemnly:
"Let's talk about the method first. In daily life, as long as you keep your behavior close to the name of the sequence you are in and play it, you can avoid most of the dangers."
"For example, the acting technique of the 'audience' is to try to keep itself out of the way, but it must not be over-acted. I guess Hood Eugen has some problems because of this."
"As for 'contribution', don't worry about it, you can share something that is relatively easy to obtain, such as the activity report of the Psychology Alchemy Association, internal information, or the recipe of 'Mind Reader'."
Dust chewed these words and nodded slowly;
"Okay, I'll try to get the 'Mind Reader' formula..."
Klein looked at the thoughtful Doctor Dust before him and nodded with satisfaction.
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"Huh, I'm so busy, I'm really not suitable for dealing with young women, Elizabeth is too enthusiastic..."
"My boss of a secret organization is busy like a social animal..."
"Although my current 'main business' is not fundamentally different from social animals."
"Judging from the previous information, the church should indeed be deliberately suppressing the Extraordinary of the 'divine expert' pathway, no, it should be that all the churches of the righteous God are suppressing the Extraordinary of the unofficial pathway, this will indeed help reduce the number of Extraordinary the frequency of events."
Klein leaned back on the chair in the bedroom, relaxed his limbs, and pondered similar questions. It was not until the pointer on the watch reached 2:50 that he took four steps in the opposite direction and came to the top of the gray fog.
Klein sat at the top of the long bronze table. After taking a careful look around, he breathed a sigh of relief and began to divination about the things he had always cared about.
Gray Mist didn't suddenly "come alive", and he really couldn't scare himself... Klein thought as he untied the citrine pendulum wrapped around his left wrist and let it hover above the divination statement.
"I can successfully be promoted to 'Joker' through the proper channels of the Nighthawks."
The spiritual pendulum in Klein's hand slowly began to shake, and after a pause, it turned clockwise.
Sure, but not completely sure, or not so sure?
Klein didn't believe in evil, so he divination again, but the result was the same.
He was trying to tell me that there was a certain risk... Couldn't there be a better way? This idea suddenly appeared in Klein's mind, and he couldn't help but sort out the recent events again.
"Huh, you can't stud. After all, as long as you seek promotion, you can't be without risk, and risk means the possibility of failure."
Klein quickly put his worries aside, he couldn't let himself think too much. In short, the divination still points to regular promotion in the Nighthawks.
He stretched out his hand to the crimson star symbolizing the "sun", summoned the other party in advance, and after confirming that he had not been exposed to the "six-member council", he taught the other party his honorable name, and then summoned "justice" " and "The Hanged Man"
On the gray fog, the Fool sat at the head of the long table, his voice as steady as usual, and introduced to the two old members:
"This is a new member, Sun."
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A man with a scruffy beard and a worn brown worker's uniform was dragging himself with a half-empty wine bottle in his hand, wandering aimlessly along the banks of the Tussock River.
He was looking for a less slippery place to relieve the pressure in his lower abdomen.
As a worker who lived to be 40, he knew all too well how many hapless people slipped into the Tussock River each year and became part of that stinky slush.
Fortunately, he could have a good grasp of how drunk he was, just like now, he could stand firmly on the shore, unbuttoned his pants, and relieved the burden of suffocating people.
He looked at the filthy surface of the Tussock River, and found that bubbles were emerging from the water surface, as if there was a large fish hidden under it.
The drunk worker half-squinted his eyes, feeling very relieved, thinking radiantly:
"I don't know if there will be any fish in this damned river, uh, last time that kid Downey fell into it, swallowed a lot of water and didn't die... tsk, if there are fish, Take it out and wash it well, it's not that you can't eat it."
"Kuisi just gave birth to that little unlucky egg... Fish is good for children, right?"
"Who said Backlund workers don't have grandchildren!"
Thinking of this, the drunk and sloppy worker from UU Reading www.uukanshu.com smiled happily and was about to put on his pants and leave.
At this time, the originally filthy river surface suddenly burst open, and a figure with phantom scales on both hands and water plants wrapped around his body jumped out of the river surface.
The figure was like a shark that smelled blood. With a quick and flexible swing, the worker who was frightened on the shore threw himself into the water.
"Plop!"
The "shark" plunged into the water, and huge water waves remained on the river surface, and bubbles emerged one after another. After a while, the river surface was dyed with a layer of dark red.
The surface of the river swayed again, and the worker who had just been thrown into the river climbed up from the river. His eyes were no longer blurred, and he walked firmly towards the direction of the factory area.
In the river behind him, there was a mutilated corpse half-floating in the water with the same face as "him".
.......
Audrey recalled the information about the Aurora Society just given by "The Hanged Man", and said in a painful way:
"Mr. Hanged Man, you don't need to pay that reward anymore."
Alger shook his head indifferently, and said in a deep voice:
"Actually, I would rather use the answer just now and the extra payment to entrust you to investigate something."
"What are you busy with?" Audrey asked suspiciously.
"I received information that Lieutenant Admiral Hurricane Qilingus may have infiltrated Backlund. He is a Sequence Six 'Wind Blessed' and has a sealed artifact that uses the ability of other pathways."
Alger's expression suddenly became very solemn:
"Once he enters the East District, the investigation activities will be impossible to start!"
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"Lieutenant Admiral Hurricane Qilingus, one of those seven pirate generals?"
Not only Audrey, but even Klein, who was sitting at the head of the long bronze table, almost did not keep his expression. ", and the rest of the people, more or less, have heard similar names.
According to the internal intelligence of the Nighthawks, every pirate general is an extremely dangerous existence. But now, The Hanged Man says that he has infiltrated Backlund!
How did he sneak in? It is impossible for the whereabouts of such a dangerous person not to be noticed by the authorities? Klein thought to himself.
If it's true, I can't even report this information to the captain. As a night watchman in an inland city, how can I accurately grasp the information of the "Pirate General"!
"Forget it, let it be, I don't have to worry about everything..." Klein decided to give up his own thoughts on this matter, and instead wanted to see the "justice" response.
Audrey has recovered from the slight gaffe just now, and has returned to the "audience" state. Although she is curious about what the sealed artifact is, she doesn't want to reveal her attitude quickly.
After becoming an Extraordinary and participating in various "gatherings" and activities as an "audience", she already knew how stupid her naive behavior in front of "The Hanged Man" was.
Seeing that "Justice" didn't answer, the whole party was a little cold for a while, and immediately turned his head to look at Klein and said:
"Mr. Fool, can I ask your favored person to provide the necessary help? I will pay you a remuneration equivalent to this."
Blessed person, how can I have any favored person... Klein used the spit to ease his own embarrassment, while slightly shaking his head and smiling perfunctoryly said:
"My Blessed One is hunting down another more dangerous target recently. I will spread this quest. If any Blessed One happens to be in Backlund, your wish may come true."
"Follow your will." Seeing that there was no progress, Alger could only withdraw his gaze half disappointed and half expected.
Audrey looked at the "Hanged Man" who had been praying to Mr. Fool to no avail, and asked eagerly:
"What's so special about Qilingus' sealed artifact that can use other pathway abilities?"
Just now, she carefully weighed the pros and cons and her own resources and abilities, and found that she has a good investigation ability in Backlund.
First of all, she can use her father's power and her own reputation to use a lot of resources in the upper circle.
Secondly, the two Beyonder friends she met recently also have their own circles. As a former doctor and now a well-known writer, Fors knows a lot of people in the middle class; and Hugh Dilcha, an "arbiter", is a well-known mediator in the eastern part of Backlund. Both the working class and the gang are able to speak out, and they can get some easily overlooked information from secret channels.
In this way, she alone can touch the news source of almost all classes of people in Backlund. Coupled with the other Beyonders that Hugh and Fors knew and the "party" they had joined, she might not be able to give it a try, and took over the request of "The Hanged Man" to investigate Qilingus.
"The Hanged Man" saw that "Justice" suddenly became positive, the corners of his mouth could not help slightly tilt, and he answered her question without any hesitation:
"It is a **** and evil Sealed Artifact. Because it combines the abilities of multiple sequences, it is impossible to determine which path it belongs to, but those who are familiar with Qilingos know that he is called 'Wriggling Hunger'. A glove-shaped Sealed Artifact that feeds on living people."
"If you want to investigate, you can try to pay attention to the case of Backlund's disappearance." Speaking of this, Alger seemed to have thought of something, with a familiar sarcasm in his words, "If he has entered the East District, then This information will be meaningless, after all, it is hard for you to imagine how many people die every day in such a factory area."
When Audrey heard this, she couldn't help frowning and opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't say anything.
She turned to thinking that if Creeping Hunger had to be used at the cost of human life, then she would have no interest in it. She had a natural discomfort with this evil thing that craved the blood and soul of living people, and was very disgusted. .
Audrey paused, ignoring the sarcasm from The Hanged Man just now. Just when she was about to ask for more details, she heard the little Sun, who had been excluded due to geographical factors from the beginning of the discussion, suddenly exclaimed. A sentence:
"Shepherd!"
"Shepherd?"
"Justice" and "The Hanged Man" turned their heads to the "Sun" at the same time. They were very surprised that the little "Sun" seemed to be able to guess which sequence "Wriggling Hunger" belonged to, but was completely curious compared to "Justice" , "The Hanged Man" is more like having heard a similar name, and at this moment has a great interest and wants to dig out more information.
Although "Sun" couldn't help but panic because of everyone's reaction, he still told in detail all the information he knew about "Shepherd".
After several discussions, although Alger had given up hope, he still provided Qilingus' portrait to Justice.
Seeing that the discussion and sharing had come to an end, Klein quickly ended the meeting and cut off contact with everyone's salute.
It has been determined that "Sun" can contact his Klein normally through prayer. At this time, he has already changed into his formal clothes. He will go to Henry's Private Investigative Office to check the progress of the investigation on "Red Chimney" that he had entrusted before.
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East District, a neighborhood controlled by the Huili Party, outside a pale yellow building populated by watchmakers.
Ambrosius hid himself under the broken street sign, and was looking at the crystal ball reflecting the crimson moonlight in his hand according to the traces left by the "Container of Uncertain Mist" on the ground, divination her. whereabouts.
Generally speaking, a demigod would never leave very obvious traces when moving, not to mention that she has a Level 0 Sealed Artifact of the "Apprentice" pathway.
But judging from the traces left on the ground, she is obviously injured now, and her means of "roaming" have also been deprived, so she can barely escape by relying on the "assassin"'s own invisibility, combined with the powerful "distortion".
The only one who can restrain a demigod with a level 0 sealed item in Backlund is Loen's "Founder", the sequence one "Hand of Order" of the "Judge" pathway, William Augustus can do!
Thinking of this, Ambrosius couldn't help but feel annoyed. If it wasn't for the "Wind Blessed" who used the "Shepherd"'s corresponding sealed item yesterday to make too many murders, the "Mist of Uncertainty" distorted his divination results. , led himself in the completely opposite direction, and he could join forces with Augustus to kill that "container".
"However, why does the divination result tell me that not killing the 'Wind Blessed' is the best choice?"
Ambrosius put away the crystal ball in his hand while recalling the results of yesterday's divination.
He didn't get any feedback, he could only confirm that she was still in Backlund, and she was lurking somewhere.
He raised his head and looked towards the direction of Sodrak Palace, like a swarm of flaming worms. The bright city lights shimmering in the haze of Backlund seemed to be struggling with something.
After a few struggles, Ambrosius whispered the honorable name of a certain existence as if resigning his fate:
"The embodiment of ancient legends."
"A symbol of mystery and rebirth."
"The immortal butterfly that walks with Jingguang under the mysterious seat."
"The great Edmund Jason the Corruptor."
Along with the whispered prayers in the silent night sky, the nearly solidified sludge on the ground in the Eastern District suddenly bubbled up, like cocoons embedded in the mud, they absorbed the filth around them and kept expanding.
Suddenly, the cocoons in the mud burst one after another, and illusory butterflies of blue and purple flew out. They were bathed in the dim red light of the red moon, flapping their wings and rolled up the remaining mud on the ground, combining with the light in the air. , intertwined into a mixed figure.
He is composed of Moonlight and Night Butterfly, and there is thick black mud hanging on his body. The strange thing is that the black mud can't soak and contaminate him even a little.
Ambrosius looked at the "childish" trick of the colleague in front of him, and said angrily:
"Do you have to be so 'official' every time?"
Following His sarcasm, the illusory butterflies on the hybrid humanoid body scattered and flew in all directions, leaving only one smiling, dressed in gorgeous formal clothes, with a half-length light gray color. Men with curly hair.
Edmund Jason smiled and said carelessly:
"It's just my style. I thought you've gotten used to it for over a thousand years."
"Tell me, what's the matter? You won't contact me if you don't encounter a big problem."
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The next morning, Klein walked down Zoetland Road with his head down, recalling Ms. Daly's late-night visit last night,
Maybe I can really summon myself according to the method taught by Ms. Daly?
But if the gray fog is really alive, who is it that I summoned?
But after so long, it hasn't changed much since the "Eternal Blazing Sun" divination. It was probably just a stress reaction before. I can gather some knowledge about summoning, and then I will summon myself when I am sure. .....
"Oh, it's like Yu-Gi-Oh!"
Klein couldn't help laughing, and immediately turned serious, returning to his serious expression. He had already reached the door of No. 36 Zoetland Street.
Yesterday, he promised Ms. Daly that he would secretly hand over the "acting method" to the captain. Klein took a deep breath and gently opened the door. After greeting Roshan, he walked directly to the partition and knocked on the door of the captain's office.
"Come in." Dunn's mellow voice came out.
As soon as Klein walked in, he saw that the captain had already sat up straight, picked up the jacket in his hand, and looked like he was about to solve the problem.
Seeing this, Klein couldn't help but startled, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
I'm not a "smart person"...he complained in Chinese in his heart and immediately started talking about the business:
"Captain, I have something to report to you."
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