Chapter 6: breakthrough
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When Dunn heard Klein's words, he nodded slightly and asked in a low voice:
"Is there any extraordinary event?"
Klein looked at the serious Dunn Smith and suddenly smiled:
"No, there is nothing extraordinary, it's just that I figured out one thing yesterday."
Dunn was stunned for a while, put down the clothes in his hand, leaned back slightly against the back of the chair, and relaxed slightly.
"What's the matter?" He repeated the question just now.
Klein found a chair at random and sat down, deliberately making his movements look more casual.
"Actually, I went to see Dr. Duster at the madhouse yesterday, the 'audience' of the Psychology Alchemy Society," Klein recalled the belly draft he had thought of before.
"When he was reporting to me, he mentioned a Beyonder disguised as a patient in the madhouse. Well, he was a 'psychiatrist'."
"The 'psychiatrist' was recently trying to treat the patients in the insane asylum, and the potion was digested to a certain extent. Moreover, according to that person's suggestion, Dr. Duster also mastered the 'audience' potion in a relatively short period of time. ."
"I also summed up my own experience at home yesterday. I think that we can use the name of the potion to 'play', which seems to speed up the speed at which we can control the potion."
"It's like we're trying to master a newly mastered skill, and we can only master this skill better if we keep practicing."
"However, 'acting' is not just a mechanical exercise of extraordinary abilities. I think there is also a hidden rule that can avoid negative effects. This rule can help us better understand the sequence we are in, and recognize our current situation. Achieving 'digestion', not just mechanical mastery."
"I myself summed up the 'Fortuneteller's Code' during the fortune-telling club, and shortly after that, the ravings and hallucinations that plagued me also disappeared."
"If it's just mechanical mastery instead of 'digestion', then it's very likely to become lost in the influence of potions like that 'psychiatrist'..."
Before Klein could finish speaking, Dunn raised his head, which had been half-bowed because he listened carefully:
"Is there something wrong with that 'psychiatrist'?"
Klein twitched the corners of his mouth, almost covering his face with his hands... Captain, isn't the point of "acting"?
He exhaled and smiled:
"Dr. Duster has been observing him for a while. He was just too obsessed with treating those patients, which affected his thinking. I think since he still has the energy to imitate some 'Intis customs', he should not question."
Hearing this, Dunn nodded, but he didn't say anything about the "Intis Customs", he just lowered his head again, sat in the chair and meditated quietly, his gray eyes became deeper.
He was silent for more than ten seconds, and in a rare case, he completely relaxed his body, leaned back in the chair, raised his head, stared blankly at the ceiling, and seemed to have forgotten Klein's existence.
After a long time, he came back to his senses and remembered Klein's existence.
Dunn rubbed his brows, as if he had forgotten the internal rules of the Nighthawks. He took out a match, lit his pipe, took a breath, and said in a somber tone:
"I'm sorry, but I forgot that you don't smoke. I think things are a little lost."
"Smoking is bad for your health," Klein replied solemnly.
Dunn held his pipe, stared at the letter on the table, and thought for a while:
"I seem to have figured out some things too."
"Daly said something similar before, but I didn't understand it at the time. I just practiced my extraordinary abilities as usual."
"Daly was promoted and left shortly after that." Dunn took a deep breath of his pipe, highlighted the mint-flavored smoke, and joked in a complicated tone:
"Perhaps, it doesn't take long for you to submit a special application and be promoted to Sequence Eight."
Klein didn't know the atmosphere and asked the captain when he could submit it. He just took out his pocket watch and looked at it. On the pretext of going to Old Neil to learn about the mysticism, he turned around and left the office, leaving the time to himself. team leader.
.......
Xia Lu Tamara Treville panted low, and half leaned against a wall of the sewer in the Western District of Backlund.
All around her was a ceremonial pattern made up of broken limbs of people of all ages, and the air was filled with a peculiar scent of **** and enticing scents.
Irregularly shaped, dense and light white mist wrapped around her body, moving one by one, like the lungs of a giant beast when it was breathing.
On her neck, the blue-purple gemstone lying impartially between the collarbones reflected the faint light, and the silver chain connected with the gemstones had also melted, and together with the blue-purple gemstone, it was branded into the girl's snow-white, silky ground. in the skin.
Xia Lu kept scratching her body, and light red marks continued to grow on her body. With the broken and messy clothes, she showed an indescribable sense of charm.
She stretched her slender, white neck, her eyes were tightly closed, her face was flushed unnaturally, and her breathing rate gradually synchronized with the surrounding white mist that seemed to be breathing.
At this moment, the broken bodies scattered around suddenly ignited black flames, which decomposed into countless scarlet light spots.
The blue-purple gemstone between Xia Lu's collarbone also suddenly burst into a huge light, which suddenly broke her body into pieces, but under the shackles of the white mist, it didn't burst into blood and splashed all over the floor.
The white mist that was shrinking and squirming irregularly suddenly shrank, and the countless light spots floating around were thrown into the white mist, connecting with each other. With the blue-purple gem as the core, it turned into a mass of flesh scattered around. The blood-colored chains pulled the blood clot back little by little, and re-condensed into the appearance of Xia Lu Tamara Treville.
Xia Lu, who has re-consolidated her figure, is no longer surrounded by white mist, but has a white dress woven with plain yarn on her body, and a blue-purple one is also branded on her collarbone, mixed with a long sword, a crown, and a snake head. , doors and many other symbols of the elements.
Just as he took a step forward, he suddenly knelt to the ground due to weakness in his limbs. When he looked back, he found that his legs had collapsed into strange worms with snake heads that seemed to be cast from stars.
He tumbled on the ground in pain, wisps of "smoke" composed of spirituality were squeezed out of him and scattered into the air, and a beautiful, pure girl's face could be vaguely seen, crying bitterly.
After the "smoke" completely dissipated, "Xia Lu"'s limbs had returned to their original state, and she got up from the ground.
He turned his head to look at the wall of the sewer behind him, his line of sight seemed to penetrate the barrier, and then he looked at what was hidden behind it.
"Roussell's little toy...'mother's nest' is really bad fun." He smiled lightly, his figure flickered, and quietly disappeared in place.
.......
Klein just got off the carriage, and under the guidance of the house number, he came to the door of Azik's house.
"Sure enough, no matter what era or world you are in, a university lecturer is a decent enough profession." Klein looked at the decoration of Azik's house and thought to himself.
when! when! when!
Klein gently pulled the rope at the door and rang the bell in the house.
After more than ten seconds, a gentleman with bronze skin, black hair and brown eyes, soft facial features, and a face with obvious Balam characteristics, Azik Eggers, a professor of history at Horn University, opened the door.
Since he was at home, Mr. Azik just casually wore a white shirt, brown vest and brown trousers.
"Klein, I was just about to write you a letter saying that I have returned home." Azik said in surprise, filled with obvious enthusiasm.
Klein took a deep look at the small black mole under Mr. Azik's right ear, and said in a calm tone:
"Mr. Azik, I think I have found a clue about your past."
"Really." Azik's calm and soft face rarely fluctuated, and his eyes that contained the vicissitudes of life lost their indifference. He glanced outside the door and said hurriedly:
"Let's go in and talk."
Azik stepped aside, led Klein into the living room on the first floor, and greeted Klein to sit on the soft sofa together.
"What did you find?" he asked impatiently.
Klein originally thought that he was just leaving a note today, so he could only think while organizing his words and said:
"I accepted a commission before to deal with a grievance in an ancient castle outside the town of Ramd."
When Azik heard this place name, he seemed to recall something, and frowned a little:
"What kind of old castle did you solve for that resentful spirit?"
"Is it the one in Baron Ramd's domain?"
Klein looked at the other party's expression. After hearing this sudden question, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com had a bad premonition.
I won't kill the "people" that the "big guy" knows... Klein guessed in horror, and gradually slowed down his speech:
"Uh, in a small town, a villager sold me one. It is said that it was a portrait of the first Baron Ramd."
"I found that the person on the portrait was very similar to you, so I went to the castle to look for more clues. During the exploration, I accidentally bumped into the resentful spirit wandering there. In order to protect myself, I purified him. ."
After hearing this, Azik frowned even more. Suddenly, some voices sounded in his mind as if from afar, stabbing his thoughts like sharp needles. Those voices were calling him, Dad, Sir, Your Excellency...
He couldn't help leaning forward, his fingers crossed in front of his nose, like a statue, he was silent for a long time before he said:
"Then, maybe it's someone I once knew."
"Although I don't know why he became a resentful spirit, it is a good thing to be able to be purified and free from pain."
"Klein, can you take me there?"
Sure enough, it was someone Mr. Azik knew... Klein saw that the "big guy" didn't take anger at him, and replied:
"Yes, but I need to go home now, otherwise my brother and sister will worry about me."
Azik stood up with a swipe, "No problem."
The two immediately took the carriage to Daffodil Street. After Klein briefly explained to Melissa, they sat in the hired carriage with Azik and spent nearly three hours arriving at Ramd Town at night.
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Azik got off the carriage, stepped on the cold, hard dirt road, looked around the surroundings, his expression became more and more solemn, he seemed to be looking for something.
Suddenly, he didn't say a word, and walked straight to the road leading to Baron Ramder's castle, which forced Klein, who was instructing the driver to wait behind him, to quickly pay the money and turn around to follow.
Along the way, Azik resisted the obstruction of darkness, and only relied on the crimson moon that occasionally penetrated the clouds and the faint light of trivial stars to identify the road. He walked faster and faster, forcing Klein behind him to trot to catch up.
Klein even suspects that Mr. Ards is now relying on the guidance of memory to identify the direction, and he doesn't even need light to illuminate the road.
Finally, at the entrance of the castle, Klein caught up with Azik. He wanted to say something, but after looking at the other party's silent face and tightly pursed lips, he wisely swallowed the words back in his stomach.
Azik stared at the ancient castle in front of him that had collapsed, more than half of it was destroyed, and was almost in ruins.
His eyes were sometimes deep and sometimes blurred, until he seemed to find something.
His eyes kept moving with the target that didn't exist in the air, passing over the barren lawn, over the front hall of the old castle full of weeds, and over the tower that had collapsed into a floor of broken bricks.
Suddenly, he groaned in pain, his footsteps could not help but retreat, and the muscles on his face were twisted to the point of hideousness.
There were several pale flames all around him, the clothes on his back bulged high, and a pair of pure white wings broke out. The pale flame burns out.
In just a few seconds, Azik had turned into a half-human, half-snake monster covered with dark green snake scales and carrying huge wings.
A thick gray-white mist rose from the ground out of thin air, covering Azik's figure.
Klein instinctively wanted to escape in front of this sudden change, but found himself surrounded by spirits around him. The spirits in the entire castle territory were trembling, crawling on the ground, as if welcoming the returning lord.
"This is too exaggerated, Mr. Azik is at least a Sequence Five or above, he won't lose control!"
I can't even take four steps backward... Klein tentatively looked at the magnificent scene in front of him and couldn't help thinking.
As the last feather was burnt away by the pale flames, Azik gradually returned to normal, his face was covered with tears, as if he had just experienced a very sad dream.
He looked at Klein, who was held in the distance by many spirit bodies, and raised his hand to drive away the nearby spirits.
Although Klein regained his freedom, the limbs that were bound by the spirit were still cold and weak, and he couldn't even drive his legs to escape. He could only activate his spirit vision and asked carefully:
"Mr. Azik, are you all right?"
Ards didn't answer immediately. Instead, he looked at Klein carefully with suppressed sadness. After realizing that he had found something familiar and fortunate, he forced a smile and wiped his face. tears, and replied in a dreamy tone:
"I have recovered some of my memories, and I have also seen some recent events. Well, this is what a nearby spirit told me."
"Klein, thank you very much for helping Horako get out of trouble. It is a better destination for him to return to the kingdom of God after being purified than to become a resentful spirit and endure malicious torture. "
Horako? Klein wondered, is this the name of the Wraith Knight?
Seeing Klein's puzzled face and a little wary, Azik explained in a calm tone:
"Horako is my son. He is a brave boy who has been determined to become a knight since he was seven or eight years old, and runs around dragging a giant sword."
"Here, this is the territory when I was Baron Rummd. It was the original home of my wife and I, and I still remember it in its entirety."
"Although I have already remembered something, in the deepest part of the castle, what happened to the resting place of Horako seems to be interfered by something. I want to confirm it myself."
"You can wait for me where you are, and of course you can follow." After that, Mr. Azik turned and walked towards the depths of the castle.
Klein looked at the color of Azik's aura. He had been using his spiritual vision to observe the other party's emotional changes. He could be sure that Mr. Azik had really recovered his memory and was not interested in people. feel sad.
However, he was still afraid of the sudden change just now, and he couldn't believe the other party's words. What if Mr. Azik was out of control?
In case he is tempting... No, just based on the strength that Mr. Azik showed just now, it would be no more difficult for him to kill me than to crush a bug...
After thinking for a while, Klein still caught up with the other party's footsteps, passed through the gate together, watched the other party skillfully found the mechanism, and walked into the basement.
Klein held his cane, and just after he caught up with Mr. Azik and entered the basement, he saw that he was slowly pushing open the lid of the coffin in the center of the basement.
He just pushed open a gap, and through the gap, Azik saw the headless white bone, his expression suddenly twisted, his eyes were tightly closed, and he let out a whimper that seemed to be sad and painful.
Klein can clearly feel that Mr. Azik is very angry now, and this basement has become even colder than when the Wraith Knight was there before!
In just over an hour since he came to the small town of Ramd, he has been shocked too many times by what happened to Mr. Azik.
Azik slowly opened his eyes, still staring at the corpse of his child in the coffin, his tone was as cold as ice:
"I found the force that made your fate uncoordinated, and he was also the murderer who desecrated Horako's body."
"Then, can it be traced back to the murderer?" Klein asked cautiously.
The murderer who lived in the red chimney house not only secretly made a coincidence, but also found the place where Mr. Azik once lived and took the head of the corpse of his blood relatives.
What exactly does he want to do? What is there to achieve at the risk of offending a terrifying Beyonder?
"It's been too long. It's easy to fail if you rely solely on the relationship of blood, but there are other things that can be used here." Azik's deep voice seemed to contain a volcano that was about to erupt.
"Something else?" Klein asked curiously.
Azik walked to a corner of the basement, turned his back to Klein, blocking his vision, stretched out his right hand, and pressed it directly on an ordinary brick.
The environment in the basement suddenly became extremely cold and cold. The surface of his right palm was instantly corroded, and the seeped blood turned into a pool of purple-black sludge. The entire arm was also injured, and it was spontaneously covered with dark green, Snake scales covered with mysterious patterns.
Azik's expression became extremely indifferent, and his aura also became gloomy and majestic, as if he was gradually sliding towards another personality.
The unremarkable wall brick seemed to have absorbed enough blood, as if it was erased by an eraser, and the traces quickly faded away, leaving only the evaporating sludge and a notebook hidden in the wall .
Azik took out the note from the wall with his intact left hand, and an illusory orchid flame floated on the surface of his right hand, which quickly healed his wound.
He took the notebook and walked to the coffin, mobilizing the spirituality left in his child's corpse in the coffin.
Wow! Wow! Wow! Klein suddenly heard the cry of the baby, and felt indescribable gazes from all directions.
He turned around abruptly, pulled out the revolver, raised his gun on the spot and looked around, and found that Azik was still standing very calmly in front of the coffin, but the surrounding space seemed to have lost the concept of up, down, left and right, and everywhere was filled with incomprehensible Abstract symbols, seven auras blocked the sky, and the basement at this time was like the spiritual world described in the Nighthawks data!
Suddenly, Klein saw a cloud of fog emerging around him, and it seemed that there were countless huge beasts with flame-like eyes hiding in it.
At this time, Azik held up the note, the note was automatically opened, golden flames rose from the page, and several streams of information glowing green gathered together, attached to the page, and condensed into paragraphs. Written in Elvish language.
Seeing this, Azik closed his notes, and all the abnormalities around him disappeared instantly, and the basement returned to what it was when he and Klein first came in.
He looked at the extra words in the note, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh, and handed the note to Klein.
"Because it involves a level 0 sealed artifact, there are only some vague clues recorded on it. I can't get an accurate conclusion. I can only guess based on some intuition."
"Oh, this notebook has a certain relationship with the fortune-tellers, so it may help you, but you must be careful not to read out the contents at will." Azik explained in a low voice as he turned and closed the lid of the coffin.
Klein curiously glanced at the cover of the note. After finding nothing unusual, he immediately comforted the other party:
"Don't worry, it's normal not to find it."
After looking down at his son's coffin for a while, Azik turned around slowly and led Klein away from the castle, walking in the direction of a carriage.
On the road, his mood was still low, and when he saw the carriage still parked in the dark, he said in a low voice:
"When this matter passes, I think I will resign and leave Tingen, and go to a familiar place in my memory to find my past."
Klein couldn't hide the curiosity in his heart. He didn't feel like he grasped the note in his hand, and asked:
"Mr. Azik, do you know what happened to you?"
Azik stopped abruptly, and the surroundings became quiet, only Ye Xiao's cry and crisp insect chirping still echoed on the barren road, he was silent for a few seconds road:
"I, I may be someone who has lived a long time."
"I only remember that at the end of the fourth era, I escaped a very dangerous existence with the help of a friend, and of course I paid the price for it, just like now."
"I lost most of my memory and can only be resurrected again and again, living a different life... No, maybe it wasn't a friend, but..."
Azik suddenly fell into silence. He seemed to recall something, and it seemed that it was difficult to think about the important part. His thoughts suddenly slipped to the edge of time and space.
After a long time, it was not until the coachman rang the bell impatiently that he came back to his senses:
"That seems to be another great being. It's getting late today. Thank you for coming here with me."
Seeing that Azik's thoughts were no longer entangled in the past, Klein hurriedly took the opportunity to mention:
"Mr. Azik, I wonder if I could ask you to do me a trivial favor?"
Azik nodded lightly and said:
"What do you need me to do?"
Klein said it while organizing the language, asking the other party to help him create a chance to take out 3-0782.
Azik looked into Klein's eyes, suddenly smiled, turned around quickly, and said:
"No problem, I will tell you the location and time in advance, enough for you to prepare."
Klein listened to this kind of response, the corner of his mouth twitched, he immediately got into the carriage and left the town of Ramd.
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At half past eleven at night, Klein returned home.
Fighting against fatigue and hunger, he tried his best to suppress the sound of his actions, for fear of waking up Benson and Melissa, who were already asleep.
But as soon as he entered the living room to find something to eat, he found Benson's back slightly lonely under the elegant gas lamp.
Benson was sitting alone on the sofa, covered in the soft, warm light from a gas lamp, reading a grammar-related book in ecstasy.
He seemed to have sensed the footsteps behind him, and just as he was about to turn his head to look, he couldn't help but yawned:
"Ha, Klein, have you finished helping that teacher?
"Mr. Ards found some cultural relics in his hometown, and he asked me to do related exploration and protection work together." After speaking, Klein waved the notes on his hand, "This is an unimportant book. Note, Mr. Azik gave it to me when he found it was of little value."
Anyway, the territory where you lived for decades can be considered your hometown, right?
He took Melissa's dinner from the kitchen and ate it.
Benson obviously didn't care, and yawned again:
"I have to go to bed. Since I started studying grammar and reading those classics, my sleep quality has become very good. Now I can fall asleep as soon as I touch the bed."
Klein remembered the civil service exam, he tried his best to swallow the meal he just ate, took a sip of water and said:
"There is a reward for hard work, uh, you know, our company has some relationship with the National Police Agency, I heard some inside information, the big guys above seem to be tired of the procrastination and inefficient government, and are planning to reform the employment mechanism, Recruiting by public examination. Picking the capable ones and replacing the officials who are unable to fill the current jobs."
Benson's originally blurred eyes suddenly became energetic, lowered his voice, and asked excitedly:
"Is it a public exam, like the university lecturer exam?"
Seeing that Benson had taken the bait, Klein briefly introduced Benson to the possible content of the civil service exam in the future, and finally reminded him:
"Of course you shouldn't have too much hope in this matter, after all, no one knows whether he will be passed."
With a smile on Benson's face, he yawned again:
"But if I can pass, then this will be a good opportunity. Of course, even if I can't pass, the knowledge I have learned is enough to help me find a better job. You are a living example in front of me."
Seeing that Benson had understood, Klein let him go upstairs with the other party, while he quickly finished the dinner on the plate, and went straight back to the bedroom after packing, locking the door behind him.
He stood in front of the window, looking at the street scene bathed in the crimson moonlight outside the window. The street was empty and silent, only the slight sound of his own breathing could be heard.
He closed the curtains all at once, looked at the notes in his hand, forced himself up, pulled out the ritual silver dagger, and created a wall of spirituality to seal the entire room.
After taking four steps backwards, Klein once again came above the gray fog.
The gray and hazy mist filled the air as if it had never changed, and the crimson illusory stars and the constellations formed by them occupied the entire sky. Klein sat in the majestic palace like the residence of a giant. After examining it carefully, he withdrew his gaze. Prepare to divination the summoning ritual that you got from Ms. Daly.
He skillfully embodied the banknotes and wrote down the incantations and divination sentences for the summoning ceremony:
"It would be dangerous for me to use the above ritual to summon myself."
The citrine he held in his left hand slowly turned counterclockwise, denying the danger of performing the summoning ceremony.
Klein didn't try directly, but tried to embody the note that Mr. Azik gave him just now.
Under his attempt, a vague outline floated above the long bronze table. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't solidify it until he was about to give up, and when he was ready to wave away the vague outline, one book was the same as the one in reality. Identical notes fell out of blurry outlines.
The notebook that Klein looked at in amazement, his feeling just now told him that he seemed to have escaped the notebook directly from the void!
He didn't immediately flip through the notes to check the contents. Instead, he summoned a pen and paper again, and said, "The origin of this note."
Mr. Azik didn't find anything, so he should be fine. Klein thought.
Randomly, he recited it silently seven times, leaned back on the back of the chair, and entered a dream state.
The dream this time was very clear, and Klein could clearly see the details of the surrounding buildings.
It's a quaint but sophisticated city built on a reef that sprawls along the beach, full of primitive frescoes and Baker's patchwork.
In normal times, this must have been a beautiful city, but now, it is covered with scratches of giant dragons and traces of flames, and the ground is littered with the stumps and arms of dead elves, and even a complete corpse is hard to see. .
With a clatter, a blue cracked face, a gentle and beautiful man pushed away the rubble and climbed out of the rubble.
He looked crazy and indifferent, holding a blood-stained notebook tightly in his hand.
In Klein's sight, the blood on the notebook was slowly fading, and a vague and eerie symbol protruded from the cover.
At this point, the picture in front of him suddenly shattered, and Klein's consciousness was dragged into the next scene.
It was still the man with the blue crack on his face. Half of his body collapsed and twisted into a huge tentacle that was extended from countless transparent worms.
The tentacles were entwined with bursting thunder, and he was surrounded by the wind, laughed wildly in the air, waved his tentacles, and hit the bird-shaped behemoth in front of him with all his strength.
This picture was extremely blurry, and before Klein could see it clearly, it changed into a new scene.
The soft-faced man's face is no longer covered with cracks, and he is confronting a huge figure sitting on a coral throne.
The figure was indistinct, as if it was covered by a pool of paint, while the gentle-faced man had gloomy eyes and a frosty face.
The figure on the Coral Throne suddenly became furious, and struck the man with several thick lightning bolts.
Klein's eyes flashed, only to see one hand handing over the note, Mr. Azik, who was wearing the ancient lord costume, was instantly thrown out of the dream.
He rubbed his brows, which were aching from fatigue, and recalled the few pictures he had just seen.
Is this the relic of an ancient elf powerhouse?
He survived by relying on this item in the dragon's attack. Later, he provoked a certain existence. After successfully escaping, his body was seriously injured and there was no hope of recovery, so he gave the note to Mr. Azik?
Heh, the rest is all my guesswork. After all, in the end, I didn't show the state of the strong man at all, and I didn't even show who the hand really belonged to.
Maybe he was killed by the huge figure that split the lightning, and the owner of the huge figure gave the note to Mr. Azik.
After all, Mr. Azik also mentioned that he got out of the crisis with the help of a great being.
Alas, the boss didn't finish his words at that time. Besides, the great existence who masters thunder and lightning, is it the "Lord of the Storm"?
Klein thought hard for a long time, and found no results, so he decisively skipped the exploration of the notes, and he had no idea of in-depth divination. Since the last time he accidentally divination "Eternal Blazing Sun", after the fire was burned, Klein has Understand a truth, don't die!
He turned to research on another matter, extended his spirituality to wrap himself around, simulated the feeling of falling sharply, and returned to the real world.
After returning to the bedroom, Klein quickly arranged the summoning ceremony, stepped back to the center of the room, looked at the candle that symbolized him, and whispered in giant language:
"I!"
Then he immediately switched to Hermes language and continued to recite:
"I call in my name!"
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Klein endured the dual torture of lack of spirituality and mental fatigue, and looked at the candlelight that had swelled and spread out and was dyed with a gray sheen, but there was no change, and he felt a little dazed.
Immediately, he pinched his stinging forehead and silently said to himself:
"I'm calling myself, and I'm still standing here. If someone really responded to me, it would be really scary."
He slowed down for more than ten seconds, then took four steps against the gray fog again, and saw that the top of the long bronze table where he usually sat was swinging in circles of light patterns that spread continuously.
In the center of the light pattern was a strange symbol composed of crimson rays of light—that was the strange symbol composed of "eyes without pupils" and "twisted lines" on the back of Klein's high-back chair.
He just stretched out his hand and touched the circle of light patterns, and the scene of himself chanting the incantation just now appeared in front of him. door.
Klein gave him the instruction to open the door, and the crimson stars and boundless mist on the gray fog also seemed to be pulled.
The ripples generated by the surging gray fog kept rushing towards the illusory gate, pounding one after another, as if trying to fill in the other side.
But no matter how it fluctuated, the gate was always in an unformed state, and it seemed that all the influx of power had been strangely grafted to another place.
Klein felt the pain in his brain becoming more and more unbearable, so he could only give up the attempt and withdraw his thoughts.
"Is it because of my own lack of spirituality that I can't make the 'Gate of Summoning' really take shape?" He looked ahead suspiciously, 'Gate of Summoning' was the name he just gave.
"Perhaps when I get promoted to Sequence Eight, I can mobilize more spirituality, and I can try to build a complete 'Summoning Gate' after I get it."
"Well, I can't try it during the dangerous period of my promotion. If I mobilize too much spirituality in the dangerous period of the early promotion stage, I may lose control. I have to wait until I can't hear the ravings at all before I can try." Ke After Ryan finished thinking about the plan, he nodded slightly.
Holding the excitement that he had just discovered a new secret, he quickly wrapped himself in spirituality and returned to reality.
After all, no matter how excited you are because of the discovery, people still have to sleep, especially the "dagong workers" who have to go to work tomorrow morning!
As soon as Klein tightened the quilt, his thoughts completely sank into the dream state, and he immediately regained consciousness passively in a daze.
The captain won't come again, will he?
He was dumbfounded and found himself paralyzed on the sofa in the living room, while Dunn had crossed the hallway, walked in with a cane, sat opposite him, smoking a cigarette like that, looking straight at him. follow him.
Captain, I need a rest... Klein has no love for life.
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Backlund West District, behind the Philips Department Store, back door.
Several carriages used to pull goods were neatly parked in a straight line, tall brown or black horses buried their heads in the manger, eating the forage that the coachman had just put in.
Because it is the most high-end department store in the Loen Kingdom, and it is also a well-known social place for the nobles and the rich, the Philips Department Store's staff treatment is also much higher than other companies.
Take the delivery coachman as an example, compared to the most common hired coachman in Backlund City, they only need to work eight hours a day, on duty every day according to the schedule, and also arrange shifts on weekends to ensure that each employee can work within a month. Taking a break within the house, of course, the recruitment requirements are also much higher.
It is now 12:30 a.m. in Backlund. The hot sun rarely pierces the thick fog that has accumulated in Backlund all the year round, dispelling the cold and dampness that plagued most citizens. This is the lunch break for most employees of Philips Company. At the time, only a small number of people were on duty to ensure the operation of the store, and in the stables behind the store, there was only one hapless man sleeping in the lounge and eating dry bread.
Suddenly, a petite, shoulder-length blond girl in a knight's uniform took advantage of her body and slipped out of a parabolic tube that was obediently attached to the back wall of the department store building.
Following her inertia, she put her hands on the ground, tightened her body, and rolled into the manger one by one.
The horse that was concentrating on grazing was frightened by the girl who suddenly rolled over. It looked at the girl's rough, half-long hair that was difficult to obey. After thinking about it, it lowered its head again, ready to take a bite!
The girl felt the sudden heat on her head, and when she looked up suddenly, she saw that the horse who wanted to bite her was staring, as if she saw something surprising enough and was about to neigh.
Before the horse could scream, he felt a huge and invisible pressure, suddenly became extremely gentle, lowered his head again, and ate the grass obediently, as if nothing had happened.
That girl was the famous "arbiter" in the Eastern District of Backlund, Hugh Dilcha.
She looked at the horse "pacified" by the "deterrence" she had just released, and without tidying up her clothes, she rushed out of the backstreet of Philip's store and quickly got on the stagecoach to Hillston. .
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Xio pushed open the wooden door of the apartment, looked familiarly at the corridor behind him, and closed it after confirming that no one was there.
As soon as she entered the living room, she saw her roommate Fors Wall was half paralyzed on the easy chair, her lips were slightly open, her eyes were blank, her right hand was drooping weakly, and a round belly was hanging on her index and middle fingers to absorb water. pen.
Forsi seemed to hear the creaking sound of the door, but she didn't get up to check, but continued to slump on the easy chair, making a rotten sound:
"Hugh, meal, I'm so hungry..."
"I remember that I left enough bread." Hugh ignored his roommate and his indecent appearance, walked straight to the closed curtain, and pulled it open.
The huge movement of the curtains caused a burst of dust, and the dazzling sunlight quickly occupied the entire apartment, "killing" the lazy "rice bug" hidden in the shadows.
"Ah, why are you pulling the curtains!" Forsi jumped up from the easy chair, "I just fell into a bottleneck period, I need inspiration, and inspiration doesn't need sunlight."
Xio took off his knight uniform, pulled Forsi, who was going to the kitchen to find food, and sat on the sofa together. He unfolded what had been hidden on his body before, which Miss Audrey gave to him, "Lieutenant General Hurricane" A sketch of Zilingers.
Fors picked up the sketch suspiciously and studied it carefully.
"What is this?" Fors asked.
As Xio adjusted his sitting posture and relaxed his tired body from "sneaking out" of the Philips store, he replied:
"This is given to me by Miss Audrey, saying that she is looking for the person above, er, the great pirate Qilingus, his bounty in Loen is 10,000 pounds."
The unique wide chin, the ancient knight's bun, the eyes with a cold smile... Such a special hairstyle, in Backlund, is like a firefly in the night.
"Is this really 10,000 pounds?" Forsi couldn't help but said, and then she read the additional description below, and saw that the target has the ability to transform into other people's appearance, and the duration is unknown... .
Then what is the use of this sketch like! Forsi raised his head in confusion, looked at Xio who was concentrating on him, and said to himself:
"It's impossible to find a foreigner who can become someone else. There are countless foreigners in Backlund."
Forsi suddenly became discouraged, changed back to the way Xio was before returning home, and went back paralyzed.
Xio looked at the lazy and depraved look of her roommate in front of her, as if she was used to it. She just took the sketch in her hand that recorded the information, and didn't even mean to blame her.
She read it carefully and found that there are many additional descriptions, so she read it out in a low voice:
"1. There is a very evil item on Qilingus' body, which devours the flesh and soul of a living person every other day."
"2. It is recommended to collect information about Qilingus in detail. Although he can change his appearance, he has not done disguise training, so he will always behave like himself, and there will be problems in some behavioral habits."
Forsi seemed to want to say something when she heard this. She was trying hard to support her body, intending to pull out her body that was stuck in the sofa. She tried two or three times, and then gave up the struggle and adjusted wriggly. Try to make yourself look less decadent with your own "sitting position".
She took out the cigarette case pressed under her buttocks, nodded slightly and said:
"Miss Audrey doesn't seem to be as naive and simple as rumored, she has enough delicate heart and calm observation."
Xio glared at Forsi, who was about to take out cigarettes from the cigarette case, and asked:
"Really, I never found out."
"Since you're so keen, it's better for me to be in charge of finding it, and you're in charge of collecting and summarizing the pile of gold lists. No, what are the hobbies and characteristics of that pirate general?"
Forsi's eyes widened, he calmly put down the cigarette in his hand, and asked:
"How can you bear it? Look at my recent state. I'm already very busy with the new book. The requirements of readers are getting stricter and stricter. I have to come up with more complicated and interesting plots. How can you bear to let the present I'm in a state of dilapidation to undertake such a heavy task again?"
Xio glanced at her friend, and unconsciously revealed convincing majesty:
"I only saw you being lazy at home recently. This is an opportunity for us to make money. Isn't there a very good reasoning in your "Storm House"?"
Forsi tightened her body, buried her head in her arms, and muttered:
"You have no idea how much hair I lost for that reasoning when you went out..."
"Readers are sending letters every day, and editors have repeatedly threatened to come to check my progress. You don't know how many nights I stayed up. We slept together..."
Xio looked at the pitiful appearance of her roommate huddled into a ball on the sofa, she felt a little distressed for a while, and was almost fooled to give comfort.
She lowered her voice deliberately, and her tender voice became low, trying to highlight the majesty of the "arbiter":
"Then do you have any other way?"
Forsi saw that he no longer had to deal with it by himself. After thinking for ten seconds, he raised his head abruptly and said:
"We can hire professionals to do it! All we need to do is gather information about the 'Lieutenant General Hurricane', then erase the name and hand it over to a detective who is good at summarizing, which not only requires the necessary consulting fees, but also saves time !"
Xio looked at the roommate who suddenly became energetic in front of him, froze in place, and Forsi looked at each other, the air was full of speechless embarrassment.
"Cough, yes." Xio cleared his throat, "Just as you said, consult the detective."
"Of course, you will pay for the cost."
Forsi, who was originally happy because he didn't have to stay up all night to sort out the data, heard this, and the smile on his face solidified.
"You forgot to say when you came in just now that you have a few ears of wheat growing on your head."
After speaking, Fors quickly stood up, jumped up, and fled to the bedroom, leaving only Hugh, who was stunned, with a few ears of wheat stuck in his head.
.......
Klein pushed open the door of No. 36 Zoetland Street while recalling the contents of Mr. Azik's letter:
"I will go to Morse Town on Sunday and return on Wednesday..."
He and Roshan skillfully greeted him and saw that the door to the captain's office was open at the partition position, so the corners of his mouth evoked an inconspicuous smile, and he deliberately let go of the volume and said:
"Yesterday at the divination club, I met a girl who is very similar to you."
This topic really aroused Luo Shan's interest, she put down the "Tingen City Honest News" in her hand, and asked back:
"real?"
Klein nodded insincerely, and when he answered, he turned to pay attention to the direction of the captain's office:
"Really, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com I thought she was your sister, and your personalities are very similar."
"That disappoints you. I have no sisters, only a distant brother." Roshan replied with a smile.
Maybe it's your brother. If I really saw such a "girl"... Klein thought of Tris before, and thought maliciously in his mind.
"By the way, is Klein's divination club fun?" Roshan asked casually.
"That's work, ma'am. It's my usual job to master potions and get more information." Klein chuckled, "However, I do encounter a lot of interesting things."
Luo Shan suddenly became interested and asked curiously:
"What is it? You know, compared to the job where you can walk every day, I can only sit here bored."
The captain's door is still open. Complaining about work at work is a taboo in the workplace... Klein briefly told Roshan about some interesting things he encountered during the divination, then ended the topic, waved goodbye, and walked towards the partition Inside the Captain's Office.
Dong Dong Dong, he knocked lightly on the open door, attracting the attention of Dunn, who was tossing coffee.
Dunn looked up at him, quickly put down the coffee in his hand, and corrected his posture.
"Please come in."
Klein has used his personal experience in the past few days. He has confirmed that the captain is trying to "act as a method", and the other party has not reported it to the top of the church. Obviously, he has some scruples.
He closed the door casually, and said with a little excitement in his solemn expression:
"Captain, I have completely digested the Diviner potion."
"I want to submit a special application."
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Dunn was not as surprised as Klein had imagined. He just looked at him like that quietly, his eyes were blank. After waiting for a long time, he took a breath, leaned back on the back of the chair, and said slowly:
"At that time, Dai Li also found me in the same way and said that she would submit an application..."
"Oh, to be honest, I wasn't too surprised this time. You have given me too much foreshadowing and hints in advance."
Dunn looked at Klein calmly, but the expression on his face showed some vicissitudes that could not be concealed. His vision was blurred, as if he was looking for traces of the past.
"I won't stop you, but out of the captain's responsibility, I still have to make sure."
"Klein, are you sure you want to submit a special application?" Dunn's eyes regained focus and asked solemnly.
Looking at the captain's reaction in front of him, Klein deliberately put away the joy that came from his heart, but his tone was still a little uncontrollable, rising slightly:
"I'm sure, Captain, I have already felt the feeling of the potion being completely digested, and I can be sure that I have the conditions for promotion."
Dunn, who was originally silent and quietly watched Klein, suddenly asked in a low voice:
"Is this the result of what you call 'digestion'?"
Seeing that the captain took the initiative to ask a question, Klein immediately replied:
"Yes, when the potion was completely digested, I felt like something shattered in my mind. From then on, I can be sure that I have completely mastered the potion."
"It feels like something is broken..." Dunn chewed this sentence in a low voice, frowning slowly.
Seeing that the captain was lost in thought, Klein did not disturb the other party, but stood quietly in the same place, allowing the other party to think.
Perhaps the captain is not just thinking about the feeling of "digestion". It is very likely that he was promoted without complete digestion in the first few promotions. There is no "acting method" to guide him, and he only relies on self-adaptation, which also limits the big picture. Difficulties for some Beyonders.
Captain, now, he should be thinking more about the opportunities he missed...
After nearly a minute, Dunn left the back of the chair and straightened his body. Klein's figure was reflected in his dark gray eyes again, and he spoke slowly:
"If it was before, I might persuade you to wait another year. After all, your background is special and you have such a speed of 'digestion'. It would be too outstanding to submit a special application directly."
"But now..." Dunn let out a sigh of relief, just now he also used the word "digestion" unconsciously, "I think it may not be a bad thing to be noticed by the church, I will do it for you Write a brochure to prove that you are in good shape, and maybe, maybe you can get further hope like Daly."
Suddenly, he was no longer as serious as usual, and the corners of his mouth twitched:
"Young people, you should seize the opportunity, you can write a special application."
"Okay." Klein also returned a slightly playful smile.
He took two steps back softly, turned around and prepared to go out. Not surprisingly, when he just touched the doorknob, he heard a familiar addition.
"Wait a minute." Dunn stopped the young man who was about to go out, looked at the joy on his face, and said carefully:
"You are not the only young man here."
"Also, pay attention to the words you use when writing."
The captain wants me to share the "acting method"? Klein was a little stunned for a while, and then nodded with a smile. He had planned to reveal some privately.
.......
Klein was sitting in the office of the civilian staff, in front of an Akerson 1346 typewriter, thinking about his words while typing on the typewriter.
Suddenly, he noticed that there was a shadow in front of him, blocking the sunlight, so he quickly looked up and found that it was Leonard Mitchell with messy long hair and the top two buttons of his shirt were casually open.
He leaned against the door frame of the office, with his hands in his pockets, his messy long hair hung down, covering his green left eye, giving him an uninhibited beauty.
Klein ignored the gaze of the other party, and quickly lowered his head, preparing to complete the end of the special application.
After typing the last character and punctuation, he got up and asked:
"What are you doing here?"
Leonard smiled, and his green eyes looked at Klein with interest:
"I just saw you writing something when I was passing by. You are not responsible for submitting the report today. I want to know what you are doing?"
Gay was gay. Klein quickly browsed through the application he had written. After confirming that it was correct, he explained casually:
"Write a special application for promotion sequence eight."
Leonard's originally lazy and unruly posture could not be maintained at once. He coughed violently. He couldn't help but prop up the door frame with his right hand. It took a long time for Leonard to return to normal. He hurriedly asked:
"Have you finished digesting the Diviner potion?"
Digestion? Poet classmate, let's reveal the secret in a hurry... Klein picked up the special application, missed Leonard, walked out of the office, then stopped outside the door, turned to look at Leonard, eyebrows raised , said jokingly:
"right."
"Also, I remember someone once told me that there are always some special people in this world who can accomplish things that others can't do."
"Like me."
"Like you, too."
Leonard was stunned to the spot, his words were gagged in his mouth, his face flushed red, he adjusted his posture awkwardly, and put his arms around his chest.
He opened his mouth, swallowed the invisible blockage in his throat, finally organized the language, and asked in a deep voice:
"Don't you think this is too risky?"
Since he understands the meaning of "digestion", he should understand that there is no risk factor for my promotion. He is watching out for the top of the church?
Klein thought for a while, and went back with a question:
"Don't you think we have encountered too many coincidences recently?"
coincide? Leonard recalled the recent encounter, nodded thoughtfully, and muttered to himself:
"Maybe, I should try it too..."
Seeing that he was lost in thought, Klein turned around and prepared to submit a report to the captain.
He just took two steps when he felt his right hand sink suddenly. Turning to look, he found Leonard holding his hand with a big smile, he said with a smile:
"As a 'special' person, you should help others, right?"
"Aren't all the protagonists of Emperor Roselle's novels like this?"
"Aren't you going to share your experience with us? You know, sharing and reminding now may save us a teammate who is out of control in the future!"
This is too high for me to come down... and I originally planned to share it, but I just didn't want Tingen to have multiple "special applications" appear in a row.
Klein helplessly shook his head and smiled, "I'm happy to share."
"Then now!" Leonard's eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't wait to pull Klein to the night watcher's recreation room.
He pushed open the half-closed door with force, let go of Klein's arm, opened his arms, and recited like a real poet:
"Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to solemnly introduce to you that the gentleman next to me has completely mastered the potion in just one and a half months, and is about to hit Mr. Klein Moretti of Sequence Eight!"
I'm about to die of embarrassment... This blunt exaggeration... Klein can't wait to escape from here and hide in the cracks in the ground.
"Leonard, you don't need to pull Klein to do such a blunt performance. He's about to smash his head." Senior writer Miss Sika Teon smiled helplessly, ignoring what the other party said just now.
Kernli glanced at the cards played on the table, and slowly folded his hand, "Leonard, stop joking."
Frye took the card, glanced at Klein carefully, and said silently for a few seconds:
"Are you sure you have mastered the potion?"
"Yes, I've finished digesting it." Klein felt the other party's concern and nodded affirmatively, "I feel a clear sign."
Boom!
Kernli stood up abruptly, brought down the stool beside him, and asked loudly:
"What? Really!"
Leonard shook the paper in Klein's hand with his fingers, and said mysteriously:
"Hey, this is the special application he just wrote, the special application for promotion to Sequence Eight!"
Sika Teon, who was usually the most quiet and elegant, could not control her emotions at this time. She took a deep breath and relieved the dryness of her throat, and asked the question she cared about most:
"This, uh, how did this happen?"
Klein looked around for a week, looking at the familiar lounge and his teammates full of expectations, he pulled a chair and sat down slowly.
.......
Klein knocked on the door of Dunn's office again, walked in directly, signed his name at the end of the application document, and pressed his handprint.
He finally swept aside the "special application", held it in both hands, and handed it to Dunn.
Dunn took a careful look, put down the application in his hand, and said:
"I'll attach a separate note. You should also be prepared to be reviewed by the sanctuary. Maybe it won't be too slow, maybe next week."
"Okay." Klein nodded solemnly, slowly exited the captain's office, and concealed the door.
He walked quickly on the spiral staircase, and for some reason there was a kind of panic in his heart.
He remembered the gossip that Roshan talked about the first time he walked through the ladder, and the joy when he became an Beyonder... Klein shook his head violently, throwing these distracting thoughts out of his mind.
"I'm just about to be promoted, why does it seem like I'm saying goodbye to my previous life?"
As he whispered to himself, he knocked on the guard's open door.
He stood at the door and watched Luo Yao Laiting, who had already packed his personal belongings, get up and walk towards the door. Klein nodded in greeting, and then said abruptly:
"I just discussed with Fry and the others about the digestion of potions, you can go to them to share."
Luo Yao, who has slender eyebrows and hair that is as black and silky as silk, moved his lips a few times, but still said in a low voice:
"it is good."
Klein looked at the surprised look of the other party and smiled. He was very much looking forward to the other party's reaction for a while.
Unfortunately, I couldn't see it with my own eyes... Klein skillfully picked up Dunn's silver-inlaid tin can and made himself a cup of fragrant Filmer coffee.
He looked at the untreated and peculiar patterns on the coffee, felt the temperature that accompanied the overflow of the water mist, and thought about the taste he was about to taste.
boom!
Klein was startled by the sound, almost spilled coffee on him, and couldn't help but look up.
He saw Old Neil dressed in a black robe and holding a felt hat of the same color at the door, gasping for breath, staring straight at him.
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