Chapter 21: goodbye
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Bright sunlight poured into the semi-enclosed Nighthawks Recreation Room through the curved orifice windows, illuminating the slightly shady environment.
The atmosphere in the room was extremely dull today, no one was playing cards, no one was joking, no one was talking, as if everything and all the vitality had been taken away by old Neil.
Although Klein sat on his favorite easy chair as usual, holding the edge of the newspaper with both hands, his eyes were blurred and he couldn't see anything.
Phew... Klein exhaled deeply, as if he wanted to spit out all the negative emotions in his heart.
But he failed. As soon as he calmed down, he would think of the spirit standing in front of him, what Old Neil had done for her, and the pain and reluctance in Old Neil's eyeballs at the end.
Just when he was about to fall silent again, Dunn carefully pushed open the door of the lounge, looked around and said:
"Klein, come out."
Without any unnecessary ups and downs, Klein slowly stood up and followed Dunn out of the entertainment room.
They walked on the spiral staircase quietly like that, until Dunn felt the atmosphere was too heavy, stopped in front of him, turned to look at him and said:
"The people from the church are here."
The people who inspected me are here? At this moment, for the first time, Klein's long-sullen mood had a big ups and downs, and his spirit suddenly became tense.
"Who is the person in charge of examining me?" Klein asked in a low voice.
Dunn pondered for a while, and then said:
"This time you are in charge of the senior deacon directly under the sanctuary, 'Blade of Tranquility' - Ms. Fran Amani, the special application for this place should be in charge of a 'red glove' captain, but what happened to you Too many things, so the church appointed a senior deacon."
"Demigod!" Klein blurted out in shock.
Dunn was silent for a few seconds, then nodded slightly and said:
"Don't panic, you and Ms. Amani should have something in common. She is the youngest demigod who has been promoted in the past ten years, and she is also a genius."
I don't think I'm a genius... Klein fell into silence all of a sudden.
"Heh, I was wondering if the attached report I wrote made your review more difficult..." Dunn made a little joke in order to ease Klein's nervousness.
Hearing the captain's self-joking, Klein shook his head and said with a smile:
"Without the attached report from the captain, I am afraid that the church will arrest me in Chanis Gate. After all, since I joined the Nighthawks, all my teammates have said that our work pressure has increased suddenly, just like me It's like a humanoid Sealed Artifact that can attract extraordinary events."
Seeing that Klein was not as nervous as he thought, Dunn turned around and continued down the spiral staircase.
The two regained their silence in this way, and quickly walked down the spiral staircase to the door of the alchemy room where the potions were prepared.
Klein watched the captain lightly knock on the wall, and then directly pushed open the dark brown secret door. His eyes extended, and he saw secret doors illuminated by elegant gas lamps. In the center of the long table, a beautiful lady in a formal suit and red gloves.
Her dark, silky long hair is like silk, which is naturally scattered behind her back; the dim light reflects on her fair face, and with the shadows, it outlines the beautiful face of her high nose bridge and angular jawline. A pair of light purple eyes are dark and deep, as if they can inhale a person's soul and let them drown voluntarily in peace.
Looking at the cold and beautiful face of the other party, Klein couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. When he looked back, he found that the captain had silently closed the door and locked himself in the door.
Captain, did you leave me and 'run'? The corners of Klein's mouth twitched a few times, forcing himself to turn his head, looking directly at the senior deacon sent by the church, and bending over to give a salute.
"Hello, Your Excellency Amani."
Standing upright in the center of the room, Fran glanced up and down the bookish young man in front of him, and said briefly:
"Klein Moretti, I think we can start."
This is an affirmative sentence... Klein didn't think about Fran's unreasonable words, and replied obediently:
"I have no problem, Your Excellency."
Fran nodded slightly, pointed casually to a high-back chair next to her, and signaled:
"Sit there, and after you are seated, I will check your mastery of the potion."
Klein secretly glanced around Fran curiously, but did not find that the other party was carrying any equipment that might be used for testing. He could only take a few steps forward with doubts, and reached the seat that Fran pointed to earlier. .
Fran saw that Klein was already in place, raised her chin slightly, and the entire alchemy room fell into absolute silence, as if it was isolated from the outside world, and the dark gray ground suddenly became deep, like the surface of a winter lake. end.
Suddenly, a phantom song resounded in the narrow space as if from afar, and illusory arms floated out from the floor as deep as a lake, following the legs of the high-back chair and Klein's ankles, gradually. climbed onto his body.
The ethereal singing voice was incomparable to the Holy Spirit. Under its appeasement, Klein lost all thoughts of resistance, and could only let the arms crawling out of the floor cling to him.
Suddenly, the ethereal song **** suddenly became clear, became high-pitched and sharp, and gradually twisted into a scream under the guidance of the high-pitched voice. An inexplicable fear rushed straight into Klein's heart.
With another scream, Klein was instantly deprived of senselessness, as if he had been exiled into the endless darkness.
Phew... He breathed a long sigh of relief, only the thumping heartbeat left in his ears, and the sense of fear in his heart suddenly climbed to an unprecedented height, and it seemed that the next moment he would continue to be driven by fear. Accelerated heartbeat and violent death.
when!
A crisp bell toll awakened Klein's tense spirit and brought him back to reality.
Under the contrast of the indescribable darkness just now, the dim light in the alchemy room was a little dazzling. Klein had to half-squint his eyes and focus for a long time before he could see the figure of Fran Amani in a formal suit.
"Your mastery is pretty good. In terms of potion mastery, you have surpassed most of the Nighthawks." Fran was the first to break the silence and approved of Klein's review.
"So, can I be promoted?" Klein asked tentatively.
Fran didn't answer his question directly, she just raised her arm slightly and summoned a bulging spirit from her shadow.
It looks like a puffer fish that has lost its spines, with only one eye and a huge cracked mouth on its entire body, as well as a huge bone spur growing on its tail.
It floated in the air and swirled, turned its belly up, let Fran's hand pass through it, and took out a copy of the ingredients and formula corresponding to the "Joker" potion.
Fran controlled the group of objects and flew to the long table beside Klein, and said in a cold voice:
"According to the procedure, you can already mix potions for promotion."
She paused for a while. For the first time, an expression appeared on her indifferent and alienated face. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she said with a wicked smile:
"But because you have mastered the 'acting method', you need another procedure, and you need to swear to the goddess."
"Of course, this is not aimed at you. I will carry out this process one by one to all the Nighthawks in Tingen who know about the existence of the 'playing method'."
"No problem." Klein thought for a while, and then agreed, "Do you need me to do anything to recite the goddess's honorable name?"
Fran raised her thin eyebrows without concealment, and sorted out the folds of her clothes:
"No, just stand there."
stand right here? Don't you swear to the goddess? Klein couldn't help but wonder.
At this moment, inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind, and his gaze couldn't help but turn to the direction of Fran's eyes.
He just tilted his head slightly, and saw that the young lady's originally light purple deep eyes suddenly tightened into vertical pupils, and the golden streamer escaped from the needle-shaped pupils, like flowing magma, Just looking at it gives a burning sensation.
Standing opposite Klein, Fran, who was using herself as the anchor to describe the ritual, lost control of her expression for a while. The stubby wolf hair faintly appeared on her body, and then quickly disappeared. She seemed to give up something while thinking, and frowned. Wrinkled tightly, and then accelerated the depiction of the ceremony.
, Under the torment of intense burning pain, UU read www.uukanshu. com Klein subconsciously blinked, and when he opened it again, he found himself in a boundless sea of flowers filled with sleeping flowers and night herbs, shrouded in boundless darkness, incomparable. Tranquility, it seems that even breathing will wake up the surrounding sleepers.
Goddess of the Kingdom of God! This idea suddenly popped into Klein's mind. He raised his head subconsciously, only to see a huge figure that seemed to be connected to the sky.
The figure was wearing a layered but uncomplicated long black dress, embellished with countless dazzling lights, as if covering the night.
Just staring at this great figure made Klein feel unprecedented peace, fell into a deep sleep silently, and fell silently into the sea of flowers.
Beside him, a smear of black floated gently, and an elf man with a soft face walked past Klein's sleeping body.
He stopped in front of the huge figure wearing a long and complicated dress, slowly took off his hood, raised his head, and his voice was calm and gentle:
"Long time no see, Amanisis."
For a time, the boundless sea of flowers seemed to shake, and the huge figure standing in the center of the sea of flowers quickly shrank to a normal size.
The huge star curtain that was previously concentrated on Him suddenly floated up and floated to the high sky, lighting up the world shrouded in darkness.
The goddess of the night, Amanesis, stood on the spot, her face still covered by shadows, and the shadows were so vivid that it did not seem real.
But at this time, the man standing opposite him undoubtedly felt the joy from this "Hidden Mother", and felt the emotions emanating from the other party.
The goddess of eternal night, the remnant of the old days, Amanisis looked at the old friend he hadn't seen for a long time, and said softly:
"Long time no see, Zhou."
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"Long time no see, Zhou."
The soft voice of "Goddess of the Evernight" echoes in the tranquil environment, like a sleep song at night.
"I didn't expect you to arrange such an identity for her." Zhou Mingrui asked casually.
"Goddess of the Night" said with a slight smile on her shadow-covered face:
"Compared to passively accepting the influence of believers like before, I hope she can deepen her humanity through the most intuitive feelings. Compared with the appearance of motherhood radiating everywhere before, a little girl like her is more suitable for doing more energetic activities. things."
"For example, working for your 'red gloves'?" Zhou Mingrui raised his eyebrows and joked, "This can indeed limit her to a certain extent. Oh, of course, it is more about your use of 'fear' authority. I don't know what kind of 'nightmare' you weave for her."
The figure of "Goddess of the Evernight" fluctuated a little, and she stood in the quiet, rippling darkness, giving people a very unreal feeling.
"The essence here is still the dreamland unfolding with the help of 'secret'. We shouldn't waste time on this kind of thing."
Zhou Mingrui looked around, and after a few seconds of silence, he said abruptly:
"I'm sorry, I just woke up, and I haven't been able to balance my mental state well."
"Can you manifest a moon?"
Zhou Mingrui could feel the sight of the "Goddess of the Night" cast towards him. He felt the eyes of the other party hidden under the veil of shadows. Under the guidance of spiritual intuition, he raised his head and looked at the brightly decorated night sky.
There are eternal stars, shining and surrounding a huge silver moon, false stars hanging high in the sky, kindly casting down the bright silver light from the past, illuminating the shrouded night sky. , the boundless sea of sleeping flowers and night herbs.
Around Zhou Mingrui, a cold fog appeared, and they quickly dispersed, as if they were shaped by a pair of invisible giant hands in the air, forming a gray-white outline of urban ruins.
Under Zhou Mingrui's manipulation, the rough outline seemed to be combined with the image in his memory, gradually solidifying, turning into a real ruin sitting on a sea of flowers.
He didn't care whether this action was disrespectful in the eyes of others, he found a fairly clean stone for himself, and sat down directly.
"Goddess of the Night" looked at Zhou Mingrui's series of actions, and asked in a calm voice:
"You seem to have regained a lot of humanity. Is this Klein Moretti's influence on you?"
"I prefer this to be a form of pollution." Zhou Mingrui nodded unabashedly, "After all, now I can only control Origin Castle by relying on my connection with him, and the most direct way is the spirit and essence. connection between."
He paused, then said:
"In his dreams, his strong feeling of returning home in the deepest part of his spirit really affected me. Although I will no longer grow up, it still evokes a part that I have gradually forgotten, and in disguise and extreme elevates me. One-sided humanity in a field, this is more of an extreme emotional pollution than a cure, like an evil spirit."
"But it also shows that the experiment we did at the end of the Fourth Epoch was a success, and he is the best proof." The Evernight Goddess, who seemed to have melted into the surrounding environment, said calmly.
There was a sudden silence between the two of them, until Zhou Mingrui saw that the figure of "Night" had faded again, and then he spoke slowly:
"How much do you know about the movements of 'Uncertain Mist' and 'Adam'?"
The figure of "Goddess of the Night" fluctuated slightly, and said indifferently:
"I don't know the real goal of the 'Mist of Uncertainty'. After all, in terms of restoring power, He has too many choices, whether it is 0-02 or 0-05 in Bernadette's hands, or even the current Loen Royal Family. The uniqueness of the 'Dark Emperor' that he has in hand, he has too many possible targets, even if he wants to meddle in a Sequence One feature, I am not surprised, although it is better than nothing for him, but for us, this may be completely locked. The key to a trump card."
"As for 'Adam', his biggest goal in the near future is to become a god, but I suspect that he still holds some of the 'preparations' you researched with him in his heyday."
"I participated in the 'preparations', do you suspect that Saslier is still alive?" Zhou Mingrui asked thoughtfully.
"Goddess of the Night" nodded slightly, and her voice became a little ethereal:
"After all, the existence of the first 'Slate of Blasphemy' restricted the 'The Hanged Man' from entering the depths of the giant's royal court. Saslier may have used a state similar to yours now. Although he maintained his consciousness, he also **** there."
"Moreover, 'Adam''s recent actions reminded me of a fact that was ignored by us at the time. Who is most likely to contact Saslier without being discovered before the Redemption Rose begins?"
"You mean Adam?" Zhou Mingrui raised his voice suddenly, his brows furrowed, "But he should not have awakened at that time. He should have been with Amon and arranged to be far away from the giant royal court."
"Perhaps when he wrote Adam's underlying program, he left a back door, a backup personality clone, this level of awakening will not reveal flaws." "Goddess of the Night" softly put forward his guess.
"This level of avatar can just keep a part of his humanity for him, and it also confirms the attitude of the Hanged Man towards Adam, beware but not hostile." Zhou Mingrui's mouth twitched slightly, as if thinking of something happy , "Adam is the only one who has shown hatred from beginning to end, isn't it?"
It is no wonder that when he briefly woke up in the Fifth Epoch, Roselle, who had joined the Twilight Hermit Society, ignored many of his suspicious behaviors related to him. It turned out that he was not the only one left with a divinity based on the most utilitarian thinking. .....
Heh, if it was me, I would definitely do whatever it takes for the greater benefit. Thinking of this, Zhou Mingrui laughed at himself:
"I think I know the general situation, thank you for your help, Amanisis."
"Goddess of the Night" gently shook her head, her voice soft like a nocturne:
"I have two more questions."
Zhou Mingrui raised his eyebrows and motioned to the old friend in front of him to continue.
"Goddess of the Evernight" is still the soft nocturne-like voice, and said lightly:
"How are you going to deal with the relationship between you and 'him'?"
Zhou Mingrui was stunned when he heard this question, turned his head, and looked at Klein who was 'sleeping' at his feet. He smiled dumbly:
"I thought you would ask me why I deliberately indulged little Zarath to take away the characteristics of the 'Servant of Mysteries'."
He looked at Klein's face with his eyes closed at his feet, and fell into a trance for a while. He was silent for a long time before he said:
"I don't know, he is different from me. Except for the memories we shared in the past, there is nothing similar between us. Even if he gets my memory in the end, it is not the same person anymore, just like I never expected him to be resurrected. Both 'Adam' and 'The Hanged Man' are only part of his personality to him, they are almost another person, and Klein, he is mixed with 'Klein' after all. The new existence of this personality, my memory for him may just be a movie he has seen, that's all."
Zhou Mingrui took a long breath and said in a deep voice:
"Amanisis, if I do anything irrational in the future, please kill me."
The "Goddess of the Night" just quietly looked at the old friend who was sitting on the ruins, until the whole dream shattered and vanished.
Klein raised his head abruptly, as if he had been greatly frightened.
He rubbed his aching eyebrows, and found that his environment had not changed. He was still in the alchemy room of the Nighthawks team, and the opposite was still the one who was wearing a formal suit and had long, smooth black hair. Deacon Ran Amani.
Did I just see the projection of the Goddess Divine Kingdom? This is the process of 'swearing', so that the gods can watch you?
Indeed, if this is the case, under the watchful eyes of the goddess who is the 'Mother of Hidden', it is impossible for me to violate the restrictions placed on me by the church, but the question is, what oath did I swear?
Klein only remembered that the goddess cast her eyes on him, but neither Deacon Amani nor the goddess had told him the content of the oath.
Although I can guess that it is probably not to reveal the existence of the "acting method", and the goddess is unlikely to talk to me... Klein looked at Fran and asked carefully:
"Your Excellency Amani, is this all right?"
Fran stood in the center of the alchemy room, sorted out the wrinkles on her clothes when she was maintaining the ceremony, and said in a cold voice:
"This is a fixed process, mainly to let you enter the sight of the goddess. As for the content of the oath, it has been determined at the beginning of the ceremony."
Then, she carefully examined Klein's current state, nodded, and continued:
"You can go and configure the potion."
Finally... Klein's tense mood finally got a chance to relax, he solemnly walked to the long table where the recipes and ingredients for the 'Joker' potion were placed, and picked up the sheepskin that recorded the potion. Paper.
He glanced at the various materials on the table, there was a whole body of crystal clear, brilliance flowing, and there were vaguely layers of gray slap-sized horns with strange patterns inside; there was also a blue rose with the pattern of a human face.
Adult Hornages Grey Goat One Horn Crystal and Complete Human Face Rose!
He familiarly took out the tools needed to refine the potion, closed his eyes slightly, and recalled in his mind the first time he entered this room, the scene where Old Neil prepared the 'divine' potion for himself.
His eyes were slightly wet, he took a breath, and then slowly exhaled it, restraining his almost dissipating emotions, and prepared the potion according to the requirements of the formula.
"80 milliliters of pure water, five drops of mandala juice..." While meditating on the dosage of various materials, he put them into the crucible in order.
When the main materials blended with each other in the crucible, and the liquid inside was dyed with three colors of gold, yellow, and red, he couldn't help holding his breath, until those colors intertwined with each other, returned to stability, and appeared unusually clear, Klein took a deep breath.
He watched the sight of bubbles in the crucible rolling up and down in the liquid, constantly bulging and breaking, and he couldn't help feeling nervous, excited and looking forward to it.
He transferred the potion to the glass bottle beside him and looked back at Fran Amani, who was still standing in the center of the alchemy room with a cold face.
How is it like a child... Fran pressed the emotions in her heart, pinched a faint smile on her face, and encouraged softly:
"Don't worry, so far, I haven't seen anything wrong with your operation.
As she spoke, she seemed to remember something and added:
"Even if you fail to be promoted, as long as you don't lose control immediately or break into a puddle of meat, I can rescue you."
Madam, you really relieved my anxiety... Klein nodded, skillfully took off the silver chain from the cuff of his left arm, and used the citrine pendant to fortune tell whether he would be in danger.
After getting the confirmed result, Klein no longer hesitated, raised the cup, raised his head slightly, and drank the potion in one gulp.
so bitter!
The instant the potion slid into Klein's throat, it quickly decomposed under the guidance of his own spirituality, transforming into yellow, red, or golden light spots, infiltrating his body~www.mtlnovel. com~ He felt that his spirit seemed to have floated to an infinite height. Seeing his spirit seemed to be subdivided into several parts, absorbed by the countless light spots escaping, and penetrated into every part of his body together. in cells.
It was a change that could be felt from the inside out, quickly remodeling Klein's body within seconds.
At the same time, outside Klein's field of vision, a thick gray fog had completely enveloped him, and within that, he once again saw familiar hallucinations and ravings.
Under the hall supported by thick gray and white pillars, a huge stone throne stood in the middle, and in the empty palace, terrifying roars echoed constantly.
"Honakis...Flegora...Honakis...Flegora...Honakis..."
Klein closed his eyes and thought of the layered light spheres in his mind, each of which was different from the previous one, and was nested with fuzzy insects.
In this way, he relied on the most basic meditation to get rid of a small overflow of spirituality and a little uncontrolled situation.
Klein stood at the long table where the "Joker" potion ingredients were once placed, sighed slowly, and opened his eyes.
He has clearly realized that he has almost successfully been promoted to become the "clown" of Sequence Eight.
A crisp applause sounded, attracting Klein's slightly dazed spirit, leading him to turn his head and look at Fran Amani, who seemed to have never moved since he entered the room.
While applauding, the young senior deacon looked at Klein with a strange look.
From her perspective, Klein's eyes were dark and deep, and people would feel inexplicably terrifying just by looking directly at them.
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Klein couldn't help but be surprised when he saw that Ms. Amani's body suddenly became tense and then gradually relaxed.
Just when he wondered about Fran's "sudden" action, a picture quickly popped up in his mind. He saw the state and movements of his entire body, as if he was looking in a mirror.
What's wrong with my eyes? Klein noticed that in the picture reflected in his mind, his eyes had been dyed completely black, gloomy.
Fran looked at Klein, who had been silent, and suddenly said:
"Don't worry, it's just the leakage of the potion just after promotion, which is a normal phenomenon."
"You can now try to stabilize your spirituality first, and use meditation to help yourself control the spillover effects of the potion."
Klein nodded, vaguely understanding, and said vaguely:
"Thank you for your reminder, Your Excellency Amani."
Fran frowned awkwardly, moved her position for the first time, took two steps back, hid herself in the shadow outside the dim light, and said in a low voice:
"Okay, now you go and call other members, other members who know the 'acting method', I need to witness their oath."
Klein stared indifferently at the shadow where Fran Amani was for a few seconds, nodded silently, walked out of the alchemy room carefully, and closed the secret door at the end.
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In the Mass Hall of the Holy Wind Cathedral, Alger was sitting on a bench, with his hands folded, tightly pressing his low head, and praying devoutly.
The bright sunlight reflects the shimmering shattered spots under the stained glass windows with wave patterns. They are refracted on the unique stone-column corridor of the Church of the Storms, which is made of both gold and silver. As a foil, the cherished wonders far away in the Sunya Sea are reproduced.
Alger lowered his eyes and recited several classic chapters in the Book of Storms over and over again under the illumination of the Storm Sacred Emblem, not paying any attention to the comings and goings of ordinary people around him.
It wasn't until evening when the servants in the Cathedral of the Holy Wind were about to replace the candles for the candlesticks everywhere, Alger finished his prayers, stood up straight, and faced the huge storm holy emblem in the depths of the mass hall, as well as the chanting platform. The bishop who was preaching to the believers before, a Sequence Seven navigator, solemnly bowed.
Seeing Alger salute so formally, the bishop who was chanting the scriptures also raised his right arm and beat it **** his chest, expressing his approval of his piety.
Alger nodded invisibly, and then walked out of the mass hall softly.
But he did not choose to leave the church directly. Instead, he first returned to the "punisher" lounge located in the basement of the church, and put on a half-old work clothes that were not too conspicuous. After that, he joined a few believers who left. Exit the Holy Wind Cathedral.
For the sake of privacy, he did not choose to take a public carriage, but took a relatively clean-looking rental carriage at the edge of the Western District.
Sitting in the carriage, Alger concealed his hand to an iron-gray charm in his pocket, and then leaned back against the seat, letting his thoughts fall into a haze.
In the darkness, he "saw" dozens of transparent silk threads that were densely interacting with each other. They were either thin or thick, but there was no exception. They were only faint gray-white rays of light. Only Alger's body extended from his body. A dark blue and black phantom silk thread appeared, which was particularly abrupt.
After several confirmations, Alger quickly got out of the weird and hazy atmosphere, and his consciousness returned to reality.
The reason why he wastes half a day praying in the mass hall today is not only to show his loyalty to the middle and high level of the church, but also to take advantage of this opportunity to avoid being disturbed by other affairs.
Today he is going to try to contact the mysterious angel, Edmund Jason, a self-proclaimed follower of The Fool.
In the Church of Storms, such behavior is absolute. It is blasphemy and betrayal of God. Once found, he will be sent to the sect, and what awaits him will be the pain of the sealed artifact experimenter who is worse than death and has no light. life, so he had to be cautious.
Fortunately, no stalker was found in the investigation just now. Oh, the people of the church have always not trusted us "captains"... Alger slowly exhaled, and he was sitting in the front of the carriage, showing a slight hint of confusion. The old coachman said:
"It's fine to park in a place with more bars in the Backlund Bridge area. You don't need to go to the place just now."
As a person who hides secrets, it is impossible for him to let others know his exact destination.
In the evening, the Backlund Bridge area was full of clerks and senior workers returning home from get off work, or gray or dark blue figures filled the entire street.
Alger got out of the car ahead of schedule at a congested intersection. After paying the fare, he instinctively moved away from the crowded center of the road and went to a relatively remote place.
The bushes mixed with black, green and burnt red swayed slightly, and the dim yellow light of the gas street light pulled Alger's shadow, pulling it very slender, until it reached the noisy and bright street intersection.
"Iron Gate Street..." Alger glanced at the sign on the street sign and said silently.
This is an old street with relatively sparse traffic. Due to the lack of street lights, the lights here are also slightly dim, so a layer of gray filter is shrouded in it.
With his good night vision, Alger found a bar hidden between a back alley and a street corner.
The bar looked very "professional". The most conspicuous features were the heavy black wooden door and a big man with arms around two meters.
Alger didn't hide it, and walked directly to the door of the bar.
Due to his long years of wandering at sea, he has obvious wind and rain, a bronze-colored complexion, and a face with deep features and rough outlines, he was not blocked by the big man, but because With his dark blue hair and sharp, gloomy eyes, the big man who was nearly two meters tall still glanced at Alger with half curiosity and half fear.
Just as Alger pushed the heavy black wooden door open a crack, he heard cheers and toasts coming from it, which made both himself and the big man squirm and swallow.
Immediately afterwards, he pushed open the heavy door and squeezed in. After swinging the wooden door a few times, Alger's figure completely disappeared behind the darkness.
At this time, it was the peak of the bar business. As soon as Alger entered, he felt the heat wave blowing towards his face. Stimulated by the strong aroma of malt wine, he suddenly felt that he had returned to the sea, and he could no longer need to wait any longer. At any moment, he was afraid, worried that Qilingos would be caught and confessed himself, and that he had been killed.
Feeling the noisy atmosphere, he glanced sharply across the bar, and saw two tables in the center of the bar. One was performing a dog catching a mouse, and the other had two medium-sized, muscular men. Boxers are fighting each other to attract the attention of the surrounding audience.
There is a large degree of performance in it... Just a few casual glances, Alger can distinguish the essence of the lively game being played on the stage, and the corners of his mouth can't help but curl up.
Then he stopped observing, protected his pockets and purse, squeezed through the excited crowd, walked to the bar, and said in habit:
"A glass of Lie Langzi."
The bartender raised his head and glanced at him, put down the popular picture album in his hand, and groped for the wine barrel instead, and replied in a muttered voice:
"Eightpence."
"Is there a separate room here?" Alger put down the coins he had prepared in advance and asked casually after taking the barrel cup.
The bartender regained his spirits a little, looked at him a few times, and a schadenfreude crept onto his face:
"Unfortunately, several of our billiard rooms have been reserved."
"Heh, our boss occupied one by himself. You can only try to find him now. If he is happy, he might give you that room."
Alger frowned and quickly asked:
"Where is he?"
The bartender patted his hands soaked with the drink, wiped it on the towel, raised his arm and pointed to the side.
"In the pool room No. 3, hey, be careful, he has a bad temper."
"Did someone say you talk a lot?" Alger drank the half-cup of Lie Langzi in one gulp, pushed the cup to the other direction of the bar, and walked straight to the pool outside No. 3.
He didn't directly raise his hand to knock on the door, but tapped the wooden door with his toes. The seemingly solid door opened up automatically, revealing the scene of the billiards room.
The two men with pool cues inside settled on their movements, stood up straight, and looked at the door in unison.
"Who is the boss here?" Alger broke the silence and asked directly.
Hearing these words, a half-hundred-year-old man in a linen shirt and a big nose looked at Alger a few times, and after seeing his appearance, he smiled lowly:
"I am, are you here to erect the pole?"
"I just want to borrow this room." Alger shook his head and closed the door.
The half-hundred-year-old man sat down at once, slowly took out a cigarette from the pocket of his linen shirt, lit it, and smoked it.
There is a huge scar on his face that is turned upside down. The scar seems to have been cut by some kind of semi-blunt knife. One of the scars stretches from the corner of the right eye to the right side of the mouth, lining his almost completely red wine trough. The nose is more pronounced.
Alger walked towards the other side of the billiard table with familiarity, with both hands supported on the billiard table, his voice calmly said:
"I have something. How much is this room for two hours?"
The old man was stunned for a moment, choked on the smoke twice, hehe laughed, and after a few seconds, he turned his head to look at the other man beside him with a billiard cue, looked at each other and laughed again. It took a while to relax, as if a mouthful of thick phlegm was stuck in his throat:
"Hehe, are you from outside?"
"People who come here often know that this is usually a place for me and my friends to spend time, and it will not be rented to outsiders. If you really have any secrets, or you want to be alone for a while, I suggest you go to the hotel in the narrator, there It will be easy to get a single room."
The man next to him looked at Alger's indifferent expression, suddenly patted the old man, and said in a low voice:
"Hey, Caspers!"
Caspars waved his hand unconcernedly, touched his nose with his hand, took a deep breath and said:
"Don't worry about it, it's okay to rent, just be a friend."
"How much?" Alger's voice was still very calm.
"10 soles, after all, this room is not often used, is it normal that it is more expensive?" Kaspars responded by clearing his throat.
"It's more fair." Alger nodded slightly, took out a few banknotes while answering, counted two five-soul banknotes, and handed them out.
Kaspers smiled and accepted the money that Alger handed over, patted the relatively young man beside him, and walked out of the pool room with him by the shoulders.
After the wooden door of the billiard room No. 3 was completely closed, and after confirming that it had been tightly closed from the inside, Kaspers lowered his smile and said to the man beside him:
"Pierre, why did you shoot me just now?"
In Caspars' impression, Pierre is a very bold person, and it is said that the boss behind him is a person with special abilities.
Pierre pursed his lips and said thoughtfully:
"Caspers, that guy is probably from the sea, it's very dangerous."
"Well, it makes me feel more powerful than the boss."
Kaspars nodded solemnly, took a deep breath of cigarette, then slowly exhaled it, and quickly walked to the bar, away from the pool room No. 3 behind him.
Behind the wooden door of the billiard room, after Alger carefully determined that there was no hidden danger of being eavesdropped in the room, he softly walked to a chair, sat down slowly, and put his hands on the tip of his nose.
After a few breaths, as if he had made up his mind, he recited word by word the honorable name given to him by the angel, Edmund Jason:
"The embodiment of ancient legends."
"A symbol of mystery and rebirth."
"The immortal butterfly that walks with Jingguang under the mysterious seat."
"The great Edmund Jason the Corruptor."
Accompanied by the chanting in a low voice, the light and shadow in the entire billiard room were instantly closed by the gas lamp opposite Alger. It seemed that except for the dim light and Alger who was lying low in prayer, everything in this room was completely changed. Lost of color, it becomes a depressing, pure, fuzzy gray.
The deprived colors condensed in the only remaining light source in the house, interweaving into a colorful cocoon.
Click!
There seemed to be a crack on the surface of the illusory heavy cocoon, and it re-diffused into a dark purple light in the shape of a butterfly, which was very illusory and shadowy.
The illusory light and shadow reflected Alger's figure, silently suspended in mid-air without making a sound.
Feeling the changes in the house, Argel gathered up his courage and raised his head. He cast his eyes on the butterfly-shaped light and shadow in the air with trepidation in his heart.
The pure light-like phantom flickered a few times, and the place corresponding to the face was strangely reflected along the line, and the outline of Alger's face was outlined.
After the last stroke fell, the peculiar clear light was twisted for a while, and the entire billiard room returned to its original state.
Edmund Jason, who came through some kind of mysterious magic, raised the corners of his mouth, looked at Alger who bowed his head and saluted, and said with a smile:
"Wise choice."
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"I thought you would be struggling for a while?" Edmund said with a slight smile.
Alger still held his head down, his eyes fixed on the slightly greasy floor, and he did not dare to float anywhere else, and solemnly replied:
"I just followed my inner thoughts."
Edmund didn't make a statement when he heard this answer. He just dragged a chair from the side and sat on it gently. The whole person seemed to be hanging on it, as if he was just a projection, not with the wooden seat. The chair makes a real touch.
In the strange silence, Alger was still half-kneeling on the ground without saying a word, patiently waiting for Edmund's inquiry, only through the pair of black trouser legs he could see from the corner of his eye, he could confirm that His Royal Highness did not leave, and was still stuck in the inside this house.
"What price are you willing to pay for what you want?"
"What's your dream?" Edmund, still in that nonchalant and cynical tone, put one leg on the other and asked casually.
Alger opened his mouth, but did not spit out a single syllable. After thinking carefully for a few seconds, he said:
"I am a mixed-race child born in a small town on the sea. I have always been in an under-appreciated position in the Church of Storms, and I have always been marginalized by the church, so in my heart, I always wanted to be a high-ranking church executive. "
"But I think, I shouldn't be able to realize this dream anymore, right?" After speaking, Alger's facial muscles twitched slightly, and a bitter taste appeared at the corners of his mouth.
Edmund did not directly reply to his question, but asked another question:
"Do you think that the high-level church members of the 'tyrant' will mix in what you say, believers of the evil god?"
"'Tyrant' is the name of Path Sequence Zero where the 'Lord of the Storm' is located."
Sequence zero? What does it mean?
Is the sequence corresponding to the gods?
Is this implying that there are spies who believe in evil gods in the church?
Several questions quickly passed through his mind, Alger opened his eyes unconsciously, and thought carefully along these words.
The upper echelons of the church are all members of the former council of God who need to face the Lord on a regular basis, and according to my experience when I became a "captain" and met the Pope on Pasu Island, the fear of the Lord will only become stronger. Under psychological torture, no one should be able to hide the secret in their hearts.
So, His Royal Highness Edmund is implying that the spies are in the middle and high levels of the church? After all, they are not qualified to face the gods directly. If they are only hiding secrets under the fear and oppression of the Pope, they may be able to do it by relying on the blessing of the corresponding angel level.
If I stubbornly want to stay in the church in the end, maybe I can only stay at the level of the Captain of the "Punisher"... After several thoughts, Alger restrained the urge to take a long breath and lowered the pressure. The voice said in a low voice:
"I'm willing to fully obey your arrangements."
Hearing Alger's reply, Edmund nodded slightly, controlled a kind of transparent spirit that he usually used as a servant, lifted a wooden chair in the corner of the room, placed it behind Alger, and reminded:
"You don't have to kneel on the ground all the time, you can sit on the stool."
Alger was stunned for a while. He felt the vibration of the chair behind him, and hesitantly raised his body. He slowly sat on the chair behind him, feeling like he was sitting on a ball of cotton, and his whole body was soft. Yes, I suspect that I have been silently dragged into a dream.
Edmund looked at Alger with satisfaction, and said in a light tone that was as relaxing as possible:
"Actually, you don't need to do some dangerous things now. I'm very satisfied with your current state. A ghost ship is enough to complete tasks that most ships can't do. What you need now is to use some merits to improve yourself. The status within the church, get rid of the current state of being excluded."
"I will provide you with several suitable opportunities, as well as the potion formula corresponding to Sequence Six, if you can quickly win the attention of the church through the opportunities I provide - you can take this as a trial, and I will give it to you directly. A potion you need."
"When your strength increases to a certain level, I hope you can find an opportunity by yourself to stay in Bayam for a while. At that time, you will know your real mission."
These conditions, which could be called generous, almost washed away Alger's sanity and made him agree immediately.
But it doesn't say what kind of task I will be responsible for in the end, I can't judge the danger behind it... Alger's mouth is slightly open, just want to use the words he has cultivated for a long time to get more When the message came, Edmund suddenly said again:
"By the way, I can also clean up everything you worried about before."
Alger, who was sitting across from him in a tangle, suddenly lost his mind, and his thoughts fell into a blank space.
Edmund looked at the other party's expression with satisfaction, and said with a slight smile:
"Qilingus will be killed, the primitive island you discovered with him, hehe, I will tell you some secrets about that island, which can help you better explore that island."
"Also, am I being too friendly, and you seem to have forgotten my identity?"
As he spoke, Edmund shifted the positions of his overlapping legs.
The last time we met, Roman Ambrosius had made it clear that he would secretly deal with Qilingus at the right time, and was going to use this to find out some of the peripheral members of the "Twilight Hermit Society".
"No, please forgive my arrogance, Your Highness Edmund." Alger regained his senses and replied in horror.
Just now, when he was facing an angel's gesture, he had the thought of rejecting it. Does he have any qualifications to reject it?
What happened to me just now? That way of thinking is not my style?
Edmund ignored Alger's apology, but took out a sterling silver-embellished fossil tooth pendant from the pocket of his gorgeous suit, and casually threw it to Alger who was sitting opposite him.
With his good neural response ability, Alger accurately caught the pendant thrown by Edmund and looked at it subconsciously.
It was the tooth fossil of an unknown creature. It was a bit like the shape of some potion materials. It was like a direct miniature of the teeth of some kind of large beast, and it was crystal clear.
Its surface, where it connects with the silver chain, is embellished with slightly dull silver patterns and reliefs, depicting vivid butterflies, and even the twisted patterns on the wings of the butterflies are clearly carved. Like some expensive artwork.
Alger was holding the delicate, quaint fossil pendant in his hand, and Edmund's calm voice lingered in his ears:
"This is equivalent to a symbolic badge that solidifies power. It can give you some abilities in prophecy. If you want to contact me in the future, you can also go through this directly. You no longer need to recite my honorable name, just silently recite the elvish language. The word 'rotten' is good."
"There are also some maps instilled in it. They need to be explored by yourself. They are some opportunities to help you complete the task. The things buried there are the merits that I have prepared for you."
After glancing at the pendant again, he quickly untied the silver chain, hung the pendant around his neck, and tucked it into the innermost layer of the clothes with his hands, so that the slightly cold fossilized tooth clinged to his chest. Layered garments conceal slightly prominent silver chains.
He pressed his right hand on his chest very sincerely, lowered his chin slightly, and said in a deep voice:
"Thank you for your gift."
Edmund's unreal figure suddenly fluctuated, gradually faded, and merged with the surrounding colors. Even his entire body began to tremble with his smile:
"Your mission will begin when you return to sea. Before that, you can fully participate in the pursuit of Qilingus and witness his death."
"Of course, what is more important than all of this, including tasks, is to adhere to the devotion to my Lord and serve him with heart. It is an opportunity for my Lord to allow you to join the council before God that He presides over. In the future, if my Lord serves you If any task is promulgated, its priority will exceed the current task, and everything will be headed by the will of the Lord."
Under Alger's gaze, Edmund's figure finally faded to the point of blending in with the surrounding colors, leaving only a slightly ethereal voice still echoing in the not-so-empty pool room.
"Huh." Alger let out a long breath. After a few seconds of silence, he slowly stood up and put back the two wooden chairs that were suddenly placed in the center of the room.
He looked around for a week, and after confirming that Edmund Jason had left, he carefully took out the fossil pendant embellished with sterling silver from under his layers of clothing. Imbued with spirituality, after confirming that he had obtained some methods on how to use the pendant to complete the prophecy, as well as the illusory notes that recorded several treasures and a lot of information, he carefully hid the pendant under his clothes in the same way as before. .
With slightly heavy steps, he walked to the wooden door of the billiard room, put his right hand on the handle, exerted a little force, and pushed open the wooden door that had been locked by himself.
Squeak.
The wooden door stained with oil stains and traces of time slowly opened outward. The warm heat wave, the noisy sound, and the strong aroma of wine rushed into Alger's nerves at once, bringing him from the nervousness just now. The environment brought back a familiar reality.
Sitting at the bar, Caspars, who had been staring at billiard room No. 3, saw Alger coming. He casually asked the bartender for Lie Langzi, who was full of wooden barrels, and walked over with it.
He laughed, got close to Alger, lowered his voice and said:
"This is for you, so it's just to quench your thirst."
Alger didn't shirk, he directly took the cup of Lie Langqi that was in the wooden barrel cup, and poured it into his mouth. On the skin with obvious traces of wind and rain, there is a clear reflection.
He handed the empty wine glass back to Caspars, walked out of the "Brave Bar" without saying a word.
Alger stood on the bleak and cold Tiemen Street, took a deep breath of the pale yellow mist mixed with an obvious pungent smell, and cursed in a hoarse voice:
"Damn Eastside, **** factory."
PS: Because of Edmund's intervention, Alger came to Backlund two days ahead of schedule
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Klein gently buttoned the dark brown wooden door that separated the captain's office. After hearing Dunn's response, he pushed open the wooden door familiarly and walked into the captain's office.
He saw Dunn Smith leaning back on the back of the chair, holding a briar pipe, and sniffing lightly with blurred eyes.
Captain, if I hadn't understood you, I'd probably think you were taking drugs... Klein twitched the corner of his mouth, and then said:
"I've been promoted to 'Joker'."
Dunn listened to Klein's words, closed his eyes hard, sat up straight, looked at Klein for a while, and said:
"You're in good shape. What you need now is rest and exercise, and you need to strengthen your control over the potion."
Klein nodded in agreement, closed the door tightly, pulled out the chair and sat down.
After thinking for a while, he said slowly:
"Captain, have you accepted the review from Lord Amani?"
He suspects that everything he encounters when he swears to the goddess is not the normal state of swearing to keep the "acting method" secret. You must know that most of the night watchers will not get a response from the "Goddess of the Night" in the ritual magic. Get any feedback from the goddess.
Dunn was silent for a few seconds, then took a sip of the coffee next to him:
"Of course, I'm also an insider of the 'acting method'."
Klein thought for a while, deliberately relaxed his tense throat, and said with a pretense of ease:
"Then did you have anything related to taking an oath just now?"
"Do you have any special feelings?"
"Are you worried about the effect of that fear on you?" Dunn seemed to recall something, pondered for a few seconds and said, "Well, strong emotions will affect the Beyonder's control of potions, so you really need to pay attention."
Fear?
The captain didn't mention the goddess's gaze. Generally speaking, for a night watchman, getting the god's gaze is the most memorable and commendable thing. No, it should be said that it is the same for any believer of a god.
In order to prevent the captain from discovering that something was wrong with him, Klein thought quickly, and quickly picked up the topic just now:
"That Deacon Amani gave me a different feeling than Ms. Daly, who was also promoted quickly."
Dunn was suddenly silent for a while, took another sip of the coffee in his hand, and said slowly:
"After all, he is a senior deacon who has mastered sacred objects. Oh, it is said that His Excellency Amani is promoted faster than Daly."
"Like Leonard, she was born in the church's orphanage. In just three years, she changed from an ordinary night watchman to a senior deacon. She is a veritable genius."
Holy Artifact... That is to say, when the captain swore an oath directly to the Holy Artifact, did he establish a connection with the goddess? Then this should be essentially different from the ritual magic used on weekdays, and it should be another specialization in the ritual magic.
I can also write to Ms. Daly when I get home. She is also a member of the Nighthawks who knows the "acting method" and should have gone through a similar process.
For a while, the two people in the room suddenly fell into a strange silence, no one said a word, only Dunn's grunting sound when he was drinking coffee.
Suddenly, Dunn put down the coffee cup. Klein followed the sound and found that there was only a little residue left, while Dunn stood up straight, leaning on the armrest of the chair.
He looked at Klein who was still sitting on the chair, and explained in a deep voice:
"Deacon Amani should have completed the testimony of the oath to the other members. I will accompany her to take away Old Neil's legacy."
"Old Neil's legacy, those red eyes?" Klein was stunned for a moment, and then asked back in surprise and daze.
Dunn sorted out the folds on his formal jacket and was silent for a long time:
"Yes, you and I both know that for some parts of extraordinary creatures, they will become carriers of extraordinary power after they die. After these things have been identified and tested, those that are dangerous and still have side effects will be accepted as sealed objects. , like 3-0611 Quiet Hair is the legacy of a Nighthawk captain, and the other, less dangerous..."
Dunn paused, his throat slid, and he said calmly:
"In short, such items are one of the sources of the Nighthawks' sealed items, and the internal regulations also take into account the emotions of surviving teammates. All similar items should be stored in different places to avoid stimulating his teammates before his death."
Captain, you don't actually need to pause deliberately. Those that are not too dangerous should be the same as the parts that are rich in extraordinary power left by normal extraordinary creatures. They are all...
Thinking of this, Klein thought of a possibility later, and that is that if these legacy are controllable enough, it should also become the potion material used for Beyonder promotion.
This, the reason why I ignored this possibility at the beginning should be what is said in psychology, the self-protection of the brain... Klein couldn't help but cocked the corners of his mouth, smiled bitterly, and immediately swelled in his throat With a burst of impulse, I couldn't help but retched a few times, and my vision became blurred.
Seeing his violent performance, Dunn suddenly smiled, turned around and turned his back. His voice was no longer as calm as usual, with a slight tremor, and said softly:
"This may be a good thing. They still leave their traces in this world, and they can still stay by our side in a special way, fighting against madness and danger with us, just like before."
Klein remained silent as he climbed up on his hair with both hands and messed up the hair that was relatively close to him.
Dunn felt the depressed atmosphere in the room and didn't say anything. The right arm on the dark brown wooden door handle exerted a little force, pushed the door and walked out of the captain's office. After a squeak, the open wooden door was gently hidden by the door frame. up, blocking Klein in the room.
.......
After the captain sent Deacon Amani away, Klein found a reason to say that he wanted to go out to practice tracking and monitoring skills, so he left the Blackthorn Security Company, took a trackless carriage, and headed to Mr. Azik's house beside Daffodil Street. Family.
Klein stood in front of the door of Azik's house with fine carvings. He hesitated for a while, but raised his arm and rang the lanyard of the bell outside the door.
After a while, a blurry picture suddenly appeared in Klein's mind, and he vaguely "saw" Mr. Azik striding towards the entrance.
Sure enough, in the crisp ringtone, Azik Eggers in a white shirt and a black vest opened the door.
He is still dressed more casually, with long straight black hair hanging down naturally, and the small black mole on the earlobe is hidden by the broken hair, which is not very obvious.
"Is your company's management so loose?" Azik glanced at the sky and teased with a smile.
Klein was stunned for a moment, then responded with a smile:
"We have a special rotation mechanism, and today just happened to arrange my rotation."
Azik nodded, glanced up and down at Klein, moved away, and walked with Klein to the living room.
He casually said something so that Klein didn't need to pay too much attention to the placement of the canes, while he searched the multi-compartment cabinet built into the wall on the fireplace, and picked up a jar.
Klein looked at Mr. Ards with his back turned to his figure, looked at the living room, which had not changed from his previous visit, and sat down familiarly in his usual seat—a softer sofa.
Azik turned around, saw where Klein was sitting, smiled even more, shook the jar in his hand, and said easily:
"Southern Continent, do you need two hard candies from the Xingxing Plateau?"
The expression on Klein's face changed. After struggling for a while, he said softly:
"It's not really necessary now."
Azik smiled and put the jar of candy cane on the coffee table in front of Klein. He reached the opposite side of him, cut a cigar very skillfully, and lit it with a long match to warm it up. stand up.
"Has the matter in Morse Town been settled?"
Klein smelled the smell of the cigar, his nose moved slightly, and said as usual:
"Thank you for your help, I've done that."
Azik picked up the cigar that had not been preheated enough, and pressed his fingers slightly, as if it had exerted some influence, then took a light breath, and asked in a mellow voice:
"What have you been through recently and you don't look very happy?"
Is my performance so obvious? Klein was a little surprised for a while, but he thought that Mr. Ards was also a Beyonder, and he could also use his spiritual vision to check other people's emotions, then he was relieved, and he let out a sigh of relief:
"I have a colleague who had previously taught me that he was out of control, and his relic was taken elsewhere by the senior deacon of the church. I don't know how this relic will be treated."
Then he was silent for two seconds. Just when he was about to explain to Mr. Azik, who might have forgotten the corresponding content due to amnesia, Azik put down the cigar in his hand, looked at Klein, and said solemnly:
"Do you know the existence of Beyonder characteristics?"
Seeing Klein shaking his head dazedly, Azik was silent for a few seconds, and said after deliberation:
"Extraordinary will condense some special items after death, which are called Extraordinary characteristics, and can be directly used as the main material of potions. Of course, for out-of-control Beyonders, most of the items they leave behind are items with certain negative effects. , which could be just some items, or some body parts to which they correspond."
Klein opened his mouth slightly, and the nausea from the captain's office just now climbed up his throat again, almost retching again.
He slowed down, buried his head in silence, and didn't speak.
Seeing his depressed performance, Azik took another sip of the cigar. After a few seconds of pause, he said in a calm voice:
"This is the normal state of the extraordinary world. I was shocked when I first recalled these contents. Oh, I am going to leave Tingen."
"Where are you going?" Klein raised his head abruptly and asked, and immediately regretted it. Such behavior is too rude!
Azik smiled indifferently, leaning against the back of the sofa, his eyes wandering slightly.
"The last time I lost my memory was near Backlund, at Backlund University, I think there might be some clues there."
Klein stared blankly at Mr. Azik~www.mtlnovel.com~ and didn't know what to say for a while.
In the end, he did not ask why he gave up looking for the mastermind behind the scenes, but expressed his concern in a calm tone as possible, and then mentioned at the end:
"I saw a mirror in the town of Morse. According to the description of the townspeople, the mirror should have appeared after you left, and whether it was divination or the source of the local haunted incident, I have divination related to the **** of death. screen."
Afterwards, Klein described in more detail the two pictures he saw at the time.
Azik, who was leaning on the sofa, gradually sat up, frowned slightly, and asked in a muffled voice:
"You said that mirror was left in your company?"
Mr. Azik, you wouldn't want to forcefully break into Chanis Gate, would you? Klein nodded hesitantly.
Azik then asked:
"Do you still have a chance to touch it?"
Klein thought for a while, and replied softly, "If there is a mission required."
Azik took a deep breath of the cigar, thought for more than ten seconds, took a breath, took off a piece of jewelry from his left wrist, and threw it at Klein.
After Klein accurately caught the jewelry, he cleared his throat and explained:
"This is a copper whistle that can summon a messenger that belongs to me. If you find anything abnormal on that mirror, you can tell me the situation through the messenger. Of course, normal letters are also acceptable."
Listening to Mr. Azik's words, Klein lowered his head and glanced at the copper whistle carefully.
It was a delicate and old copper whistle, with mysterious and peculiar patterns all over it. It made Klein feel a little cold but very soft, just like its owner.
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