Chapter 16: travelling poet
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"Ace of Hearts...Well, I can single out a 2 and then pick up a straight..." Klein flicked his wrist and flexibly threw out his hand, an Ace of Hearts. Straight into the banned deck.
Luo Yao, who was sitting across from him, suddenly had a smile on his serious and serious expression, and his right hand slowly drew four cards from the deck between his left hand.
Four 6s, bomb!
Klein froze in place and looked to the other side. Leonard, who was also "fighting evil", found that the other party was also surprised. The expression on his face seemed to say:
"Why don't you have a 6?"
Klein twitched the corners of his mouth, just about to look for another chance, but found that Luo Yao had already taken advantage of the victory to pursue, and threw out a group of three with one, and the "evil" won.
"Obviously, I went out for a divination today and said that there will be good luck..." Klein threw his cards forward, leaned against his back, and sighed.
At this moment, Dunn Smith knocked on the door, looked around and said:
"Leonard, there is a problem in Morse Town, you need to deal with it."
Morse town? Klein straightened up, and while tidying up the messy deck in front of him, he asked casually:
"Captain, what happened there?"
Dunn glanced at everyone at the table and explained casually:
"The priest of the local church reported that in recent days, there have been several serious haunting incidents. Although no casualties were caused, several villagers fell ill because of fright. They all claimed to have seen some ancient ghosts. ."
"Dead soul?" Luo Yao, who was packing up the copper pennies, raised his head and asked.
Dunn found a chair at random, his gray eyes were deep and deep:
"Yes, there are knights in black armor, girls in tuxedos, and old and blind men. That's what the local priest's report said."
"Could this be a wraith that was awakened unintentionally? It's just like the time in Ramd Town, but it's just woken up not long ago, and it's still relatively weak?" Klein asked tentatively with his rehearsed tone and expression. road.
Dunn nodded slightly, thought silently for a while, and said:
"There is indeed such a possibility, so Kernley, you go with Leonard and bring some purification bullets..."
Klein heard the captain's addition, the muscles on his face twitched invisibly, he made a contemplative expression, and added:
"Captain, last time we used your 'dreaming' to hold back that resentful spirit, but this time you won't go together... um, I think I might be able to help with this, we If the three of you go together, you can use 3-0782, and you can use this sealed artifact to completely eliminate the ghosts."
Klein said this, adjusted his posture, and said sternly:
"Also, you also said that what I've been lacking has always been experience, and I think this is my chance to gain experience."
The lounge fell silent for a while, Dunn looked at Klein without a glance, his gray eyes were full of inexplicable meanings.
I won't use too much force... Klein thought to himself, adjusted his expression again, looked at Dunn Smith with the most sincere expression possible, and said:
"Captain, what's your opinion?"
Dunn remained silent for two seconds, then let out a long breath:
"You don't need to be so nervous. You can accumulate experience after promotion. It may be safer. But this is indeed an opportunity. You should immediately prepare an application report. After I have signed it, I will discuss with Renner. Let them go to Morse town together."
it is good! Klein cheered inwardly, but he had to maintain a cautious and dignified surface. He could only quickly leave the entertainment room without noticing Leonard's scrutinizing eyes behind him.
"Hey, Captain, I don't need to apply for some purification bullets, right?" Leonard asked with a smile.
Dunn gave him a strange look and responded casually, "Of course not."
Leonard picked up a copper penny with his fingernails, swirled it in his hand at will, and followed Klein's footsteps and left the entertainment room.
After he walked to the corridor and made sure that there was no one at all, he looked at the direction of the door of the clerk's office with a serious expression, and asked in a low voice:
"Old man, did you find something wrong with him just now?"
Then he turned his head sideways, his cheeks were dyed crimson after a while, he muttered softly, turned around and went to the arsenal.
.......
Because Klein has not yet learned to drive a carriage, the three-hour journey from Tingen to the small town of Morse can only be driven by Leonard and Kernley in turns.
"This carriage is still too small." Klein pressed his back against the back cover of the carriage, rubbed the Sealed Artifact 3-0782 in his hand, and complained in his head.
In order to prevent the negative effects of Sealed Artifact 3-0782 from affecting everyone, Klein could only tightly shrink himself to the rear of the carriage, so that Leonard and the others barely escaped the radiation range of "Praise the Sun".
"...The effect of purification won't affect the horses, right?" Kernley asked anxiously.
Leonard, who was beside him, suddenly smiled, put his arms around Kernley's neck, and said in a low voice:
"Of course not. Only creatures with high intelligence will be affected. In other words, as long as they become stupid, they will no longer be affected by this sealed artifact."
"That means I'm pretty smart..." Kernli's tense spirit eased slightly, and he even made a joke.
Seeing that he had successfully relieved Kernli's nervousness, Leonard let go of his left arm hanging from Kernli's neck, and then joked:
"Perhaps among all Beyonders, only the madmen of the Aurora Society are not afraid of this negative effect. After all, they have listened to the ravings of the true creator for a long time, their brains have degenerated, and their IQs will not be much higher than that of horses."
Klein listened to the conversation between Kernli and Leonard in the corner of the carriage, thinking about his aggrieved posture now, and thought maliciously:
"Perhaps the poet classmates have been unable to write poetry and their brains will degenerate."
At lunchtime, they finally reached the town of Morse.
To avoid the negative effects of 3-0782, Leonard and Kernli could sit in the front to distance themselves from the others when it was their turn, and the other would go to the back and squat like Klein, while Klein could only keep Squatted in the corner of the carriage for three hours.
Keenli found that Klein hadn't gotten out of the car, so he opened the front curtain of the carriage and found that Klein was holding the inner wall of the carriage with a painful face, his legs were trembling, and he wanted to do his best to overcome the twitching of his legs. and pain.
With the help of Kernli, Klein carefully stepped out of the carriage, only to find that Leonard was already standing in front of him, and gave a knightly salute with a playful smile.
Klein glanced at his current posture blankly, and found that he was no different from the lady he had seen in the movie!
No, there is still a difference. I don't have any money... Klein shook his head, forced himself to leave Kernli's support, limped away from the carriage, and whispered in his heart:
"Poet classmate, next time you can't write a poem, I will definitely not show any sympathy, and I will tell Roshan all the details."
Confused by the strange atmosphere, Kernli stood there blankly, not knowing what happened for a while.
At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing a black priest's uniform walked over slowly, and after getting closer, he skillfully drew a crimson moon on his chest.
"Praise the goddess, are you the friends sent by the Church of St. Selena to help us?"
"Yes, Priest Sier, praise the goddess." Leonard put away his stern expression and responded with a smile: "We are here to help deal with this haunted incident."
Sier looked at the handsome man with two buttons on his shirt and messy hair. He nodded suspiciously, and after seeing that the other party had attracted many townspeople to approach, he hurriedly emphasized: "Suspected, suspected ."
The area of this town is not large. Just when Klein and Leonard were joking with each other, most of the townspeople had gathered. They were either tiptoeing or eavesdropping, and they had already surrounded Klein and the others with the carriage. A flooded.
Seeing that the townspeople were almost there, Leonard took out a set of "ghost exorcism" equipment from the pocket of his gray coat, showed it in his hand, and said loudly in an opera-like tone:
"Priest, we brought holy water, silver daggers, garlic, and the dark holy emblem symbolizing the goddess. We were entrusted by the church to solve everyone's worries. We are absolute professionals."
Klein looked at the other party's exaggerated performance with surprise, and then looked at the people who were starting to riot in the distance, and couldn't help but start to panic.
Priest Sier froze in place, looking at the other party's unruly outfits, and began to wonder if the Church of St. Selena had sent a bard.
Then he heard the cheers coming from behind him, UU reading www.uukanshu.com and gratified and relaxed laughter.
Leonard looked at the feedback from the crowd in front of him, smiled with satisfaction, walked over to Priest Sier, and explained in a low voice in his ear:
"They just believe it. The more it is like in folklore stories, the more reassured they will be..."
Immediately, he took two steps back and said with a smile:
"We spent too much energy on the road, why don't we settle for lunch in the church now, and then deal with those scary ghosts."
Priest Sier nodded blankly and turned to lead the way for the three church members from Tingen.
Cornley took this opportunity to get close to Leonard, and asked in a low voice:
"How do you know those people believe this?"
Leonard still had an indifferent smile, and said casually:
"The place where I lived when I was a child was far from the city, well, to be precise, it was far from the city, so I often sneaked to the nearby towns to play. Don't see too many such things, especially old men and old ladies. , they believe it."
Kernli nodded ignorantly, but Klein, who had been following Leonard just now, was thoughtful.
But soon his attention was diverted from this matter, and he looked forward to the opportunity to contact 3-0782 alone at lunch and in the afternoon. If successful, he would gain his greatest support.
I hope everything goes smoothly. As long as I finish dealing with those "spiritual events", that is, when I take turns to guard 3-0782, I can do it.
After all, the effect of the spell in the Sun Domain is the best during the day. If I miss this opportunity, I can only trouble Mr. Azik... Klein quickly followed Priest Sier while looking forward to it. thought.
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Under the leadership of Priest Sier, the three of Klein walked out of the local quaint spire and the main entrance of the black church.
The priests here are actually vegetarian...Are they all so "retro"? A few decades ago, the priests here would have to shave their heads. I remember that on Earth, medieval monks shaved the middle of their heads, right?
Combined with the "immortal cultivation" effect of "The Insomniac", wouldn't this be completely bald? Klein thought to himself.
He secretly glanced at the slightly bald priest Sier, and complained in his heart:
"Fortunately, the times have changed, otherwise, from the state of the captain, he is more suitable for believing in the Great Buddha."
Just when Klein was thinking about it, Leonard leaned over to Priest Sier and asked in a low voice:
"Do you know where those terrifying dead souls usually appear?"
Priest Sier looked around for a week and found that at lunch time, most of the townspeople had already gone home to eat, and no one was paying attention to them, so he also lowered his voice and said:
"Uh, that's beside the cemetery and wasteland on the outskirts of town. Those undead never step out there. They seem to be framed inside and can only scare people. As long as they don't take the initiative to approach, they won't pay attention to passers-by."
Leonard thought for a while, and asked Priest Sier for the specific location, and he entrusted the other party to go to the church to prepare for mass, dragging the residents of the town.
He put on his usual relaxed smile again, and said casually:
"Let's go, the ordinary townspeople have been controlled, and now it's time for professionals to appear."
Is this the night watchman who has served for more than three years? Really professional... Klein nodded and asked:
"Then how do we deal with those undead, if they are really resentful souls, we may not be able to deal with them all at once, and we need to destroy them one by one."
Next to him, Keenli, who was at a lower altitude, also nodded, as if to agree with this statement.
Leonard's gaze first stayed on Klein, then moved to the lower corner of the corner next to him, then turned his gaze back to Klein's face, stood up a little and said:
"Aren't we carrying purification bullets? What is the era, since they can't come out, why don't we use the advantages of modern weapons, shoot them to death outside their operating range, and finally take 3-0782 to eliminate hidden dangers, this is Is there no problem at all?"
Kernli was stunned for a while, and immediately agreed, "Okay."
Isn't this my style? Poet classmate, you are stuck with a bug... Klein shook his head with a smile, and responded:
"I'm fine too."
Just ten minutes later, they had reached the edge of the town and saw the slightly deserted cemetery and the large wasteland surrounding it.
They stood far away at the border of the cemetery. With the good eyesight brought by the potion, they could clearly see three transparent figures wandering aimlessly in the cemetery.
Their appearance seems to have changed the environment here to a certain extent. Lead-grey dark clouds covered the sun, and only a small amount of sunlight passed through the clouds, allowing these ghosts to move freely during the day.
Klein looked at the most powerful of the three undead, a half-giant whose height was conservatively estimated to exceed two meters, his muscles were swollen, and he was wearing armor. He nodded slightly and said:
"It is indeed a wise choice to directly destroy them with purification bullets."
"Now this distance should not enter their 'territory', we will shoot them here..." Leonard said, raising his arm and raising his gun, aiming at the giant first.
Klein saw that Kernli also raised his gun and aimed at the target, so he symbolically took out his own gun and aimed at the blind man who seemed best to hit.
I don't think my level can reach that far... Klein thought so, but he narrowed one eye and tried his best to aim. Then, he was pleasantly surprised to see that the giant turned around. He got up and ran straight towards himself.
"Damn! Didn't he say he wouldn't walk out of this neighborhood?" Klein cursed secretly, turned to look at his two teammates, and saw Keenli, who was just as flustered as himself, and a calm, calm expression from further away. Leonard in shooting pose.
He watched Leonard skillfully pull the trigger, and rounds of purification bullets dragging the Holy Light quickly shot out from the barrel, hitting the visor of the half-giant who was running towards them. The visor was shattered, and the phantom undead's celestial cover was directly lifted, and half of the helmet flew out backwards.
boom!
The half-giant in armor fell to the ground with a bang, and his body gradually turned into a star, leaving only a neck armor covered with mottled marks.
Klein just wanted to praise Leonard, but found that the other party had left him and Kernli and ran out, shouting while running:
"What are you doing standing still, hurry up and chase!"
"The other two are going to run away!"
When Kernli heard the other party's words, he ran up after realizing it, and Klein quickly followed.
"What was I doing just now, I clearly knew that these were made by Mr. Azik, and it couldn't really pose a threat, but it just looked a little scary, alas, it just seemed that Leonard really had a taste of the protagonist. ..." Klein thought as he fell behind Kernli.
Soon, with the efforts of Leonard and Kernli, they surrounded the two undead who were trying to escape, each fired a bullet, and sent them to the goddess' kingdom of God.
Klein followed behind and picked up the items dropped from the undead, catching up with the two teammates.
"I'm thinking of a rookie who picks up equipment behind the boss. When I played games with my roommates, I was the one who brought them the best score." After spit out, Klein ran to Kernli's side. , the other party kindly helped Klein distribute an item, allowing him to free up his hands.
Leonard looked around the cemetery, tilted his head slightly, and said after being silent for a while:
"Klein, come and divination the reason for the sudden appearance of ghosts here. Most of the corpses here have been purified when they were buried, so it is unlikely that there will be undead."
"No problem." Klein nodded quickly.
Although he knew that it was Mr. Azik who awakened these undead spirits, but he was still very interested in Mr. Azik's identity, especially the other party had contact with the "mysterious" in the past.
Klein immediately squatted down, placed the three items that fell from the undead in front of him, took out the pen and paper he carried with him, and skillfully wrote down the divination statement:
"The reason for the appearance of the undead here."
Then he sat down and directly entered the dream.
In the blurred and hazy dream world, Klein seemed to be held up in the air by something, surrounded by an invisible wind wall surrounding him.
Below him is a dense darkness. If you look closely, you can see a huge black mausoleum.
It is similar to a pyramid, but it is embedded in the ground upside down and is almost buried.
Klein tried his best to widen his eyes, his sight penetrated the exterior of the pyramid, and vaguely saw through the black mist that permeated the interior of the pyramid.
He "heared" the sound of water waves hitting the wall, saw huge wings and dark green scales, and saw a ferryman rowing a boat, quietly "floating" above the black fog in the mausoleum.
Suddenly, his eyes hurt, and the spiritual warning sounded frantically.
Klein suddenly woke up and opened his eyes.
"What did you find?" Kernli asked with concern, looking at Klein's slightly frowning brows.
Klein rubbed his slightly throbbing temple while recalling the scene he just saw.
"The huge wings and dark green scales gave me the same feeling that Mr. Ards showed when he was suspected of losing control that day, but why is there the sound of water waves slapping in the mausoleum, and that strange ferryman? "Klein asked himself in his mind.
After thinking about it, Klein concealed the parts that might be related to Mr. Azik, described most of the contents of the mausoleum state in detail, and added at the end:
"That is definitely not the style of the mausoleum of any country in the Northern Continent, at least not from the Fifth Epoch. I am an expert in this regard."
Leonard still tilted his head and nodded seriously as if thinking:
"That should be the 'inverted pyramid' of the southern continent, which is an important bridge that symbolizes the connection between the mortal world and the kingdom of death - the underworld, and whether it is in the former Balam Empire or the later established Highland Kingdom and other branches, this will be regarded as an important bridge. Because it is a symbol of the blood of the **** of death, only the so-called descendants of the **** of death can build such a tomb."
"In a sense, this is the symbol of death."
"Oh, the necromancer fortune-telling has found the symbol of the **** of death, there is no problem with the result."
Klein didn't care about the joke in Leonard's mouth, instead he paid attention to a detail in his words.
If this kind of mausoleum can really only be built by the descendants of the **** of death, wouldn't Mr. Azik be the descendant of the **** of death? Besides, the image he showed that day was almost the same as the fuzzy wings I saw in my dream.
Or did Mr. Azik make a deal with the **** of death? The one who handed the note to his great being was Death, or his angel?
An angel is enough to be called a great being!
...
After confirming that the cemetery and the nearby wasteland were not polluted by the remains of undead, Klein and his party returned to the quaint, spired black church in Morse Town.
"So we can go back as long as we stay here for more than three hours?" Kernli asked excitedly. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com
Klein suppressed his inner excitement, nodded calmly, and agreed:
"We can even make it to dinner in downtown Tingen."
Kernli is going back to see his fiancée. What are you doing, picking up your sister from school? Leonard curled his lips helplessly and glanced at Klein.
I want to see what you are looking forward to... Leonard smiled and said to Klein:
"We have wasted a long time in the cemetery just now, and everyone is holding on for at most 2 hours. My suggestion is to be safe, two people guard 3-0782 together to ensure that no night watchman will praise the sun."
Klein looked at each other, the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily. After thinking for a while, he immediately smiled:
"It's really a good suggestion, then we can first calculate how long each person should be guarded, how long to rest, and formulate a reasonable rotation method. It would be bad if any night watchman changed his letter because of this, we can't do it. Sinners of the Church."
Leonard froze in place for a while, while Kernli, who was beside him, meditated and calculated in earnest, as if he really wanted to figure out the right time.
Leonard turned to look at his teammate who had fallen into a math cycle, his green eyes were full of horror, as if recalling some bad memory, and immediately said:
"Oh, I think it's good to rotate one by one. Of course, we have to clear people in the church in advance, and we can't involve innocent people. I'll go to Priest Sier!"
After speaking, Leonard pulled up Kernley, who was also suffering from math headaches, and "escaped" the church hall together, leaving only Klein who was "dazed" still standing there.
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The colorful glass windows reflected a charming streamer, and hit the holy emblem on the opposite wall, adding a mysterious color to the crimson moon with a deep black background and bright embellishments.
On the wall behind the holy emblem, dozens of holes are scattered and arranged. The sunlight from the outside flows in from the gaps, passes through the holes, and condenses into pure and miniature light spots, which turn into abstract stars, which are the background of the surrounding almost night-like environment. Under the sky, a projection of the sublime starry sky is constructed.
Klein looked at this sacred and mysterious scene realized by the use of ancient architectural art, and looked at the huge sacred emblem symbolizing the goddess of the night, and his heart was filled with unexplainable emotions.
In the silence of the early dusk, Klein felt that his original excitement seemed to disappear with the sunset, and it seemed that it would disappear with the premature dimming of the sun today.
He suddenly came back to his senses, took out the silver pocket watch with a branch pattern in his arms, snapped it open, and glanced at it.
In the extremely quiet atmosphere, the sound of the second hand crossing the surface was incomparably clear, and the passage of time recalled Klein's spirit.
No one has come for half an hour... He lowered his head, whispered in a silent voice, left the center of the church, and found a random corner to sit down.
Klein didn't pay attention. In silence, a trace of gold had climbed up his pupils, and his temperament seemed to have undergone some subtle changes at this moment.
He turned his body, facing the holy emblem of the night, skillfully arranged the dualistic ritual method that can connect with the higher existence, and centered on the candle that symbolized himself and 3-0782 placed on the ground, holding The silver dagger sprayed spirituality for a week, creating an invisible, sealed wall.
...
Outside the church, Leonard was leaning on the carriage of the carriage, looking at the sky that had darkened prematurely today, he couldn't help but have a little doubt.
Just when he turned his head to the side and was about to open his mouth, he seemed to have thought of something, stood up straight, left the shadow created by the carriage, and prepared to cross the gravel road full of fine weeds and enter the church. .
He wanted to see what Klein wanted to do when he only drove himself and Kernli, and hid in an empty church!
Just when Leonard put his hands on the door of the church full of simple patterns, Kernli, who had also rested by the carriage, suddenly ran over with Priest Sier.
"East, east of the town, a villager found a strange mirror." Kernli said panting.
"Strange mirror?" Leonard said as he moved his hand away from the door. "What kind of mirror?"
Kernli looked at Priest Sier next to him, and the other party immediately said:
"That's a mirror that Lao Hua picked up in the woods a few days ago. It's a silver mirror. It looks like the kind used by an ancient nobleman. He even brags about it everywhere."
"But at noon, he noticed that the shape of the mirror had changed. He even saw a ghost in the mirror just now, which almost scared him to death."
Priest Sier thought for a while, then added:
"His legs and feet have been bad all the time. He was frightened just now and didn't stand firm. He bumped into a big charr-shaped lock."
The Charr lock is a very useful old-fashioned lock that appeared at the beginning of the Fifth Epoch. It is famous because its maker is a jazz.
The muscles on Leonard's face twitched, grabbing his long flowing hair, he could only helplessly answer:
"Then let's go and see, this is our duty, Priest Sier, can you lead the way?"
Priest Sier nodded solemnly, turned around and pointed the way for the two night watchmen.
Leonard took one last look at the thick and quaint gate, but quickly followed.
...
Inside the church, Klein was facing the door with his back facing the sun and heat that came out of thin air. Holding a carving knife, he carefully carved the magic logo on the surface of the gold sheet.
The strong and dazzling sunlight gradually dimmed, and Klein also grasped the movement of carving. When the sudden sunlight in the church at night was completely extinguished, Klein finally carved the last stroke.
With the completion of the magic logo symbolizing "light" on the surface of the gold sheet, the spirituality of its front and back suddenly became a whole, and it was embedded into the innermost part of the metal.
Klein couldn't help but take a step back, slumped on the chair, and the gold in his eyes disappeared.
He felt the coolness that he had not seen for a long time, and he gulped in exchange for the hot, scorching turbid air that was still lingering in his lungs.
After a few breaths, Klein finally regained his sobriety, and he had enough energy to cast his eyes and examine the two spells in his hand.
The gold color on one surface has become dull, and the simple and complex patterns are intertwined into an abstract pattern of a sun; the other one still maintains the dazzling color of gold, the patterns on the metal surface are densely arranged, and one can faintly be seen. Long gun logo.
Feeling the warm and moist feeling brought by the spell, Klein smiled and sighed silently:
"As expected of the power stolen from the blood of God, whether it's 'Yang Yan' or 'Spear of No Darkness', this far exceeds all the mysterious power I've seen, um, except for the gray fog."
"This is my biggest trump card recently." Klein stood up and began to endure fatigue to clean up the altar left by the binary ceremony.
Finally picking up the silver dagger on the ground, Klein couldn't help but glance at the two spells, and couldn't help but tease:
"Even if I haven't had a chance to use it in reality, I can still get it at the Tarot Club and use it to maintain the Fool's image, and I won't lose anything."
After he was busy with everything, Klein sat back on the bench of the church, completely relaxed his tired body, and fell asleep before he could take back the two spells lying in the palm of his hand.
Da da da
The sound of approaching footsteps awakened Klein. He subconsciously took back the spells in his hands and wanted to put them in his pocket, but found that the spells in his hands had suddenly become the sleeping spells corresponding to "night". !
"You won't touch the spell by mistake and make yourself dizzy, right?" Leonard, who entered the church, glanced at the spell in Klein's hand and asked.
Klein rubbed his foreheads on both sides, and touched his hidden hands to the pocket where he had placed the "Sleeping" spell, and said with a smile:
"No, I'm just too tired, I'm approaching the limit."
Then he pretended to take out a silver pocket watch, looked at the time, and stuffed the "Night"-related spell into the lined pocket, and said casually:
"Exactly, now it's your turn to guard 3-0782."
Leonard watched him naturally take off the "mutated sun emblem" on his chest and hand it over to him, and said with a smile:
"By the way, Kernli and I found a sealed item just now, which is suspected to be Level 3."
Klein was a little surprised: "Is it just now?"
Leonard nodded irrefutably, and then added:
"After going out for a while, you can divination the origin of the mirror, and if you can divination to find out his seal method, you can also try."
Klein didn't say anything, just agreed and walked out of the church quickly. He had just found two newly made spells in the pocket where he had put the "Sleeping" spell earlier.
When did I put them in, I don't remember... Klein walked up to the simple and heavy door of the church with questions.
boom!
Leonard looked at the door that was slowly closing, and looked around the church, which seemed to be in harmony for a week, but found nothing for a while.
He found a bench at random and sat down, hiding himself in the darkness, and asked in a low voice:
"Old man, can you detect what just happened in the church?
An old voice sounded in Leonard's head, and said slowly:
"What can I find? You were so close to the gate just now. What is there, you have found it yourself."
Leonard frowned tightly and asked:
"But when he went out just now, it was as if he had just run a few kilometers, and he was sweating! How could he have done nothing?"
"It's impossible for him to hold the spell in his hand for no reason!"
The old voice was still in a nonchalant tone, he said:
"Do you know what stress disorder is, what if your colleague just keeps a psychological shadow over that extraordinary event before?"
"He may have just had some hallucinations and wanted to rely on 'sleeping' to stabilize his mind, but he fell asleep because he was too tired."
"It's not impossible."
"You mean, he has a mental disorder?" Leonard's thoughts were successfully drawn to this, and he said to himself: "If he still has such symptoms, should I report it to the captain and be promoted like this? The danger is too great..."
After hearing Leonard's murmur, the old voice stopped speaking, leaving all the time for thinking to the other party.
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After Klein walked out of the church, he went straight to the carriage where Kern Li was, and saw the mirror that the other party was holding and covered with black flannel.
Seeing Klein approaching, Kernli quickly explained to Klein the strangeness that he and Leonard encountered when they took away the silver mirror.
As long as someone is watching, a real "ghost" will appear in it... Klein lifted the velvet cloth covering the surface of the mirror, and he saw a translucent figure, a dead fish-head-like spirit world creature.
The "ghost" twitched a few times after seeing Klein again, as if he wanted to try to get closer, and after swimming a couple more times, as if he was intimidated or intimidated by something, he was suddenly startled and quickly got back behind him. in the deep darkness.
Klein looked at everything in the mirror, and the corner of his mouth twitched twice.
Kernli looked at Klein's expression and asked tentatively:
"Can this be used for divination?"
Klein carefully examined the silver mirror in front of him again, raised his head and said to Kernli:
"I try my best."
Immediately, he took out the paper and pen on his body, and wrote down the corresponding divination sentences familiarly:
"The origin of this silver mirror?"
Suddenly, the boundless darkness occupied Klein's field of vision. He entered the dream world in an instant and saw the picture presented by the divination.
A city is suspended above the waves, surrounded by violent, turbulent waves and violent, howling hurricanes.
It was bathed in lightning, and its vague outlines flickered, not seeming real.
Sea of Fury... Klein escaped from the dream, and his mind was full of doubts.
He organized the language and said:
"It may come from the Furious Sea, I don't know about the others. The result of the divination only showed me the image of a city on the Furious Sea."
Afterwards, Klein tried to divination about its danger and seal method. The result was that the mirror would actively suppress the surrounding undead, and as long as he didn't watch it for a long time, there would be no danger... .
"Kenli, where did you find this?" Klein asked while looking at the silver mirror.
Kernli didn't think about it, and replied directly:
"This was picked up by a villager in the wild a few days ago. He regarded it as an ordinary antique."
A few days ago... Could it be that Mr. Azik threw it here? Klein thought for a while, looked away, and said with a smile:
"Anyway, this should be counted as a contribution."
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"So you stumbled upon this near Morse town?"
After listening to Klein's remarks, Dunn's gray eyes looked at the simple silver mirror on the table, and asked in a mellow voice.
Klein, who was sitting at the table, yawned and replied:
"Ha, yes, this was found in the home of a small town resident."
Because they found this mirror yesterday, they stayed in the local area to do some investigation. It was almost midnight when they returned to Tingen. Klein, who was not the "sleepless", went home after filling out the report. Only in the morning did I have the energy to make a detailed report to the captain.
Dunn took a sip of the still steaming Filmer coffee and said calmly:
"I will finally report this matter to the church, which will be counted as the common merit of the three of you."
While talking, he smiled not so serious:
"To be honest, even I myself am a little jealous of you. In the past, we would not necessarily encounter a sealed artifact that strayed abroad in a year. Your luck is really good, this will make you censored in the church. It is easy to pass, and it is more conducive to your subsequent promotion."
But I don't want to be noticed by the church... Although Klein thought so, he still smiled and nodded:
"I also hope that the review will be easier."
After a few words of greetings, Klein took the initiative to bid farewell to Dunn, left the captain's office, and walked out of the cross section.
"Klein, are you going to visit Old Neil with me later?" Roshan, who was sitting at the front desk, put down the newspaper, raised her voice, and asked lively.
Klein rubbed his aching eyebrows and asked with some concern:
"What's wrong with old Neil, didn't he come today?"
He was worried that after knowing the "acting method", Old Neil had difficulty accepting it for a while, because of psychological reasons, he suddenly got sick. After all, the elderly are mentally fragile, which will always cause a chain reaction.
Luo Shan listened, and said in a slightly worried tone:
"He sent someone to ask the captain for leave this morning. He said he was sick."
Klein nodded when he heard this, and sighed involuntarily:
"He suffered some blows before, but he didn't expect to be really sick. Sigh, we went to see him at noon. After all, he has been lonely for so many years, and his wife left early again..."
"What did you say!" Roshan widened her eyes and asked in surprise, "When did old Neil get married?"
Klein immediately raised his head, and his face was also full of surprise. He looked at Roshan, who was talking to himself in the distance, and asked:
"Has old Neil never been married?"
Luo Shan was stunned for a moment, then changed into an expression of sudden realization, nodded and said:
"By the way, Klein joined the team relatively late. I heard from my father when I was relatively young that they always wanted to persuade Old Neil to find a wife, but he was always fooled by Old Neil using various reasons. …"
Klein froze in place, listening to Roshan's self-talk, and quickly flashed many fragmentary memory pictures in his mind. Some of those pictures were connected in series, some were superimposed on each other, and gradually pieced together a terrifying fact.
Klein swallowed, lubricating his dry throat, interrupting Roshan's self-talk, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Roshan, I'll go to the bathroom first, and I'll come back later."
Afterwards, he ignored Luo Shan's surprise, took fast and stiff steps, sneaked into the bathroom, and locked the door.
Klein shrank in the narrow space and took four steps in the opposite direction. He quickly passed through the roars and ravings, and entered above the gray fog.
He was familiar with the realization of the pen and paper, and quickly wrote the divination statement in his mind:
"Old Neil's current state is not right?"
Then Klein leaned back, leaned on the high-back chair, and entered a dream state.
In the turbid darkness, Klein saw the only light, and saw Old Neil with only one head hanging in the air, looking at the piano he had seen with a happy face.
His eyes were mixed with nostalgia, intoxication, and deep love, and he stared deeply at the young "lady" who was sitting in front of the piano and playing music, a spirit that was no different from a real person.
Behind him, a pair of eyelashesless, indifferent, estranged eyes are watching all this, examining, as if trying to parse and read something from it.
Klein silently exited the dream, staring blankly at the gray fog in front of him that seemed to last forever. After being silent for a long time, he sighed, extending his spiritual envelope and returning to reality.
With a creak, Klein with gloomy eyes walked out of the bathroom and walked firmly towards the captain's office in Hengduan.
He knocked lightly on the half-closed door, didn't listen to Dunn's invitation to sit down, just stood there dumbfounded by the door frame, and said in a low voice:
"Captain, old Neil is out of control."
.......
"Captain, that pirate seems to be out of control!"
A rough man dressed as a sailor shouted to Alger.
Alger glanced at the pale green figure with fins growing out of its back in the distance, and immediately ordered:
"You stayed to see the pirate who had lost his ability to move, and I went to get him back."
"Captain, are you alone?" the man dressed as a sailor asked in a loud voice.
Alger broke a pirate's neck and explained calmly:
"He is at least Sequence Eight, are you going to die if you catch up?"
"And these people on the ground are also meritorious deeds. We usually don't have the opportunity to make meritorious deeds while floating at sea. Do you want to give those who are delivered to the door to the 'punishers' on the shore?"
Looking at the sailor who was caught in a tangle in front of him, Alger patted the other party's shoulder, quickly left the group, and quickly chased after him.
He clenched the pirate who had completely lost control and turned into a "Murman", kept a few steps away from the other party, and from time to time made some water bombs and threw them at the other party, forcing the other party to change the direction of escape according to his own thoughts.
Suddenly, the murloc seemed to smell something, and gave up running away for a while, baring his teeth and running in the opposite direction from the coast.
Seeing that the murlocs suddenly changed their escape route, Alger couldn't help but evoke a smile.
He quickly adjusted his body while running and leaped to the roof next to him.
Anyway, the murlocs have attracted most of the attention, no one will pay attention to a normal-looking middle-aged man, right?
Although the murloc was attracted by the smell of strange art floating in the distance, he did not lose his mind completely. He glanced back and found that the figure who had been chasing him disappeared. The frightened female worker tore off one of the other's arms and stuffed it into her mouth, as if she wanted to relieve her sudden hunger.
He filled his mouth hastily, stopped the continuous flow of saliva, and continued to run forward until he reached the spot where the strange fragrance wafted out.
The azure-blue murloc leaped vigorously, turned in the air, and turned into a small closed box.
He saw a box of fully roasted fat meat, golden oil droplets hanging on the surface of the roast meat, charred traces scattered scatteredly.
His Adam's apple wriggled obviously, spit out the stump that he had not swallowed, and strode towards the wooden box containing the barbecue.
when, when, when
Just as he was about to touch the barbecue on the top of the box, bullets from steam rifles instantly penetrated the barbecue and rushed deeper into the wooden box, making a strange metal collision sound.
Just as the pale green murloc was about to get angry, his jaws were wide open, but he found that the wooden box beside him burst open strangely, and a huge cloud of black smoke quickly covered his figure.
At this moment, a figure fell from the sky—it was Alger who suddenly disappeared during the pursuit just now!
The muscles of his arms burst out, and dark blue illusory scales emerged, and two ferocious and sharp arm blades condensed on the sides of his forearms.
He slashed sideways with one hand, and with his good night vision ability, he accurately slashed the murloc who was stunned on the spot, and directly slashed the opponent's huge half-triangular head.
"Ow!"
The murloc roared in pain and regained consciousness all of a sudden. He held the half of his head in his hands with a few strands of meat attached, and jumped out of the black mist dispersed by the explosion.
He roared, rudely stuffed the severed half of the head back, relying on his own strong resilience, and stuck it to his neck indiscriminately.
Alger didn't give him time to buffer. Taking advantage of the moment when the opponent was incompetent and furious, he lowered his back, exerted force on his legs, and shot out at once, heading straight for the murloc's chest.
He put his hands into palms, his sturdy body instantly stopped in front of the fish man with huge inertia, and nimbly avoided the opponent's thick right arm with several bone spurs, twisted his waist slightly, and instantly adjusted his posture .
He took a step back with his left foot, moved his arm with the belt, and swollen the muscles of his right hand.
Immediately afterwards, he quickly turned his palms into fists, followed the cut wound, punched into the murloc's fragile throat, and forcibly pulled out the spine bones that were hidden in it, sticking with various colors of mucus.
The murloc that had just glued his head~www.mtlnovel.com~ twitched all of a sudden, frantically waving his arms, scratching his broken throat with one hand, while shaking his semi-paralyzed upper body , after struggling a few times, he fell straight to the ground.
Alger was not careless, he cautiously approached the fallen murloc, and quickly threw his hand at the opponent's rough spliced head and smashed it down.
boom!
The pale blue "shell" burst open, white, red, yellow, and sticky all over the ground.
Alger waited for a while, and after confirming that there was no corpse transformation, he scratched at the other party for a while, and pulled out a piece of parchment with some oil stains from the broken and dirty clothes.
He opened it and glanced at it casually, a smile appeared on the originally tense and rough face, nodded, and quickly and carefully tightened the parchment into his arms.
He withdrew his gaze from the broken corpse of the murloc and raised his head.
Suddenly, Alger's body trembled, his whole body stiffened to the ground, and his whole body kept shivering.
An earthly angel, Edmund Jason was standing in front of him, watching him silently and silently.
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Klein stood quietly in the living room of Old Neil's house. Old Neil's scattered, eroded and crimson "corpse" was reflected in his dark brown pupils, reflecting the painful pain that was also watching him. , dark red, crystal clear eyes.
He felt incomparably peaceful, he felt that he had lost his ability to think, and that he had left everything.
Klein remained silent until Dunn's sullen, lost voice broke the silence. He watched the captain gather up the old friend's corpse, and his tall figure was slightly hunched.
"We are the guardians and a group of poor creatures who are always fighting against danger and madness."
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"We are guardians, and we are also a group of poor creatures who are always fighting against danger and madness." Klein murmured.
It's not the first time he has seen Beyonders die out of control, he has seen Riel Bieber, and he has seen out-of-control substitute punishments, but this is the first time he has encountered the loss of control of his teammates and executed him himself.
There has never been a moment before, when he could understand this sentence so deeply.
He saw that the captain had turned around, his face was expressionless, his gray eyes were no longer deep, but seemed to be closed, becoming dull.
In the heavy and depressing silence, the captain commanded in a deep voice:
"You guys carefully search for Old Neil's house, and try to find possible clues."
"Okay." Klein's voice became gentle and calm, as if there were many stories buried under his emotions, and he didn't even notice the sudden change.
In the distance, Luo Yao, who had dark, long soft hair, nodded stiffly, dragged his heavy steps, walked to Klein's side, bypassed Sealed Artifact 3-0611, and walked straight into the living room.
Looking at the back of his teammates, Klein couldn't help clenching the cane in his hand, and followed with steps.
He mechanically searched every room, like a programmed puppet, stubbornly executing the commands at the bottom of his memory.
Finally, Klein discovered an abnormality in front of Old Neil's bedroom.
He saw a young "woman" in a red dress, trembling and stubbornly standing in front of the bedroom door.
Her figure is transparent and vague, not real enough, but Klein can actually read various emotions, whether it is fear or firmness, from her eyes.
Klein seemed to realize something, opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. He just lowered his body and silently put down the cane in his hand.
The eyes of the young "woman" guarding the door flickered several times, and finally she put down her raised arm, relying on the forcibly condensed figure to evaporate quickly, gradually become invisible, and completely disappeared from Klein's eyes.
In the room behind him, there were only some notes scattered on the desk. The notes on it were very scribbled and recorded a strange and strange ritual:
"Life is made."
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"An angel?"
Alger was trembling all over. As Beyonders of the "Sailor" pathway, they were naturally sensitive to high-level existences—this stemmed from the fear of strong personality differences.
He is very clear that the existence in front of him is stronger than all the powerhouses he has seen, even stronger than the "King of the Five Seas" who has been galloping in the ocean for nearly a hundred years!
At this moment, in this dark, hidden alley, he feels that everything he has has become worthless, his experience, his precise plan, all of these, in the face of absolute disparity, can no longer save himself .
Suddenly, he saw the existence in front of him in a gorgeous formal suit pressing down his wrist, an inexplicable courage flooded into his heart, and his mobility actually recovered!
"Why do you want to track down the whereabouts of the Tyrant Card?" Edmund looked at Alger in front of him and asked casually.
'Tyrant Card'? Alger subconsciously repeated the term in his mind.
Am I not tracking down Qilingus' whereabouts? Looking at the existence of the suspected angel in front of him, encouraged by the courage that came from nowhere in his heart, he slowly said all his intentions:
"I was tracking the whereabouts of Qilingus, and I heard news that the captain of the Black Shark Pirates was serving Qilingus and sending messages for him, so I designed this trap to force him out of control. Then, use the murloc's meat and deep-sea spices to lure him here, and prepare to deal with him secretly."
Edmund seemed to be intrigued and asked:
"After that, how are you going to deal with the Church of the Storm's inquiry?"
Alger frowned, and was quickly wiped out, and said without hesitation:
"I will use the explosion to cover up everything, there is no one around here, after I hide his Beyonder characteristics, I will throw his body into the underground drainage pipe, leaving only the fragments of the skull, the punisher will not waste it Resources to thoroughly investigate this little person."
Didn't the Lord tell him anything... After Edmund secretly determined that what Alger said was the truth, he dismissed the "guidance" of Alger at will, and a pleasant thought appeared in his mind. idea.
A strange smile appeared on his soft, handsome face, and he whispered softly:
"The last question, after answering it, I can let you go."
Alger, who was wondering why he would say all his true thoughts, heard these words, he suddenly regained his senses, tried his best to suppress his inner anxiety, and asked carefully:
"Your Highness, what do you want to know?"
Edmund's smile grew wider. His deep voice was like a devil's whisper, and it plunged straight into Alger's mind:
"Have you heard of an existence called 'Mystery', or rather, 'The Fool'?"
Alger's thoughts didn't explode. For a while, he wanted to run away desperately. This was a gaffe when someone saw the deepest secrets.
Is he the enemy of Mister Fool? Or did he just happen to be looking for Mr. Fool? A few questions quickly flashed through Alger's mind.
Previously, he had searched for the name 'The Fool' in all the documents he could access, but found that he could not find even a trace of that existence.
So the existence of this suspected angel in front of me must have discovered the connection between himself and Mr. Fool. Is it the mark left by that climate bottle on me?
After thinking for a while, he finally did not make any move. His long-term survival experience made him give up his impulse. After struggling for a while, he said in a hoarse voice:
"I heard it before."
"Oh, hehe." Edmund in front of him suddenly laughed a few times, then tightened his expression immediately, and said with a little emotion, "It's really honest, where did you hear about this?"
Alger buried his head deeply, his voice was inaudible:
"I was summoned to a mysterious gray fog by that existence through an item not long ago, and He established a gathering, and since then, I have climbed the gray fog every Monday every week under the watchful eye of that person. , communicate and gather with several other members."
Is the Lord trying to use this method to increase his hidden influence in reality? Edmund nodded silently, thoughtfully.
After roughly clarifying his thoughts, Edmund stopped pretending and introduced himself succinctly:
"I am the 'corrupt' under the seat of my lord 'The Fool', you can call me Edmund Jason."
Mister Fool's angel! I thought he was just a demigod before... Argel's heart turned violent for a while - only gods can have angels to serve!
He immediately knelt down on one knee and said in a very respectful tone:
"His Royal Highness Edmund, Alger Wilson, please punish him for his blasphemy just now."
Edmund looked at Alger who was saluting respectfully in front of him, put away his previous frivolity, and nodded lightly:
"Even to betray the gods before a life-threatening danger is undoubtedly blasphemy, but now you have a chance to make amends for this offense."
"I need a spy who can be buried deep within the Church of the Storm. This will not conflict with the mission the Lord has entrusted to you, but you may face the wrath of the 'natural disaster', and you will also get my support to step into the demigods. A door to opportunity."
"Of course, it all depends on what you think. After all, it is impossible for me to rashly punish a person marked by my lord."
"If you are willing to make up for this mistake, you can recite my honorable name after making up your mind, and I will tell you the specific method at that time."
"My honorable name is..."
Alger's body was constantly trembling as he knelt down, and his heartfelt excitement made him want to agree to this great opportunity, but in the end, his long-standing reason prevailed over the impulse. Not a single syllable was uttered.
Suddenly, a cluttered sound of footsteps entered Argel's ears. He looked up subconsciously, but found that there was no one in front of him, except for the murloc who had been plotted out of control and killed by himself. The corpse was lying there quietly.
He hesitated to get up just now, when several small wind blades that came from unknown sources instantly cut several not deep and not shallow wounds on Alger's body. At a glance, it looked like it had been scratched by the dorsal fin of a sea creature. Same.
At this moment, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Led by a penalty person with an anchor-shaped cyan tattoo on his neck, a team of strong men in sea-blue robes quickly rushed into the dark alley where Alger was located. .
The man with the anchor tattoo glanced casually, his eyes paused on the "Murloc" corpse on the ground, then turned his head again, looked at the injured Alger, and asked a little angrily:
"You killed him directly?"
Alger adjusted his standing posture and responded calmly:
"In order to prevent him from hurting innocents, I suffered too many injuries in the process of chasing. In order to protect myself, I had to deal with him directly."
The expression on the punisher's face changed several times, but in the end he could only suppress his anger and cursed:
"Bastard, he hides a clue to find Qilingus!"
"Originally, we could pry open his head and catch the **** who was hiding in Backlund earlier. As a result, you guys at sea forced him out of control in order to grab the credit. Now, do you want me to ask about a corpse? "
Alger ignored the other party's rebuke, but just sighed, saying that he had suffered a lot of injuries and needed to stop the bleeding as soon as possible, and then went straight through the team of punishers that had begun to collect the pirate's corpse, and walked out quickly The dark alley, never looked back again.
When he returned to the port, stood on the shore, and looked at the "Blue Avenger" half-hidden in the dock from a distance, he was a little dazed for a while.
The sea breeze gently blew his dark blue hair as messy as seaweed, and the rough edges and corners of his face softened in the sun. He seemed to be back in his childhood, back to every evening when he looked at the pirate ship from the boulder next to the church. , once again heard Qilingers' slightly hoarse voice:
"Hey, little white face, what are you waiting for?"
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