Chapter 14: chapter 12
Chapter 45 The hurricane general wants to return to the sea
No matter what profession, staying up late is not popular. Klein, who returned early from Ramde to Tingen city, rarely continued working and went home to take a nap.
Last night and this morning's "rich and colorful" adventures made him experience the treatment in advance, even before he was 70 or 80 years old, when he stretched out his legs and stared, his vision went dark, and he had to use sleep to soothe his tortured brain.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, under the spiritual reminder, he opened his eyes on time, and the window was still orange. After autumn, not only the residents living in Tingen, but also the sun in the sky seemed to be deliberately avoiding the cold wind, hiding early. After returning to the clouds, only traces of fire stained the sky and the earth red.
Moretti's house was as empty as when Klein returned. Benson was making final handovers at the company, and Melissa didn't leave school.
Mr. Azik should be leading a research course on the customs of ancient villages in the Honakis Mountains at this time, and he is still at Tingen University... After thinking about it, Klein decided not to go to Mr. Azik first, and wait until Going out on patrol tomorrow will be safer and more secure during the day.
Thinking of this, he took a short rest, put on his clothes, picked up his crutches, and walked out of the house. He spent more than ten minutes waiting for the tram and left Daffodil Street.
...
"Old Neil asked for leave?" Klein asked Roxanne in surprise.
The girl sitting at the front desk with her smooth forehead looked around and her voice was not quiet.
"Yes, that's what happened this morning. After the captain and the others came back, Old Neil went to the captain to sign a note of leave. It seems that you were working intensively some time ago and caught a cold when you went out for surveillance at night."
"I see that he looks very bad today and his body is quite cold. At this age, I'm afraid he needs to rest for a while."
Luo Shan rolled up the newspaper in her hand, tapped the rolled newspaper on her palm and said:
"What's more, you still need to control your own state."
According to the data, most "Extraordinaries" cannot live to the moment of death. The average age of most "Nighthawks" is around forty-six years old, and most of them died of loss of control and extraordinary accidents. At Old Neil's age, , you really need a good rest.
Klein quickly accepted this somewhat sudden reality and relaxed a little.
"We can go see him in a few days. We don't have many tasks recently."
"That's right," Luo Shan agreed, nodding vigorously, "It's best to go at night. The captain will definitely not give us any reason to refuse us, and will also change the shift. I've had enough of staying up late every day. Going at night Visiting old Neil, just in time to go home and sleep."
No, girl... Infected by Roxanne's increasingly excited smile, the corners of Klein's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but think about what he would look like if he got sick one day and needed to take leave.
Forget it, I feel now that I am more likely to fall into a coma and pass out a few more times than to take leave due to illness.
He did not continue discussing this issue with Luo Shan. After briefly deciding on a time, he walked towards the data room alone.
The database of "Nighthawk" still has a lot of knowledge that he has not had time to learn. Old Neil has given him most of the extraordinary language, and he now has the confidence to decipher the remaining parts through his own efforts.
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Accompanied by the sound of the whistle, brilliant sparks flew between the wheels and the rails. The wheel hubs under the carriages reflected the light cast from the platform. The long and narrow train with a rough style slowly passed between the platforms, and the milky white mist sprayed out by the whistle Blocking the faces of passengers on the platform.
This "beast", with only the front end made entirely of steel bars sticking out of the fog, roared with a unique sound, announcing the end of a journey.
However, such a big movement only caused a few figures wandering in the crowd to briefly realize it. As for the others, city dwellers who are accustomed to civilization and progress, no matter how much they are worth, are not disturbed by this little bit of industrial microcosm. Shocked, he just hurriedly quickened his pace in unison, not like more steam was being poured into his nose.
This is Backlund, the capital of the most powerful industrial country at the moment.
Hidden in the crowd, Xio looked from the waist of each passerby, indifferently distinguishing the comings and goings. No one noticed the sparkle in her eyes that did not match the green pupils.
Due to the special commission she received this time, she did not wear the white knight uniform as usual today, but dressed up as a newsboy.
The large gray coat and earth-colored octagonal hat can just cover her eye-catching short blond hair, and even her height is extremely suitable.
Like all their colleagues hiding in the train station and the eastern half of Backlund, in the past two days, almost all the bounty hunters in the city have received the same commission from different channels, but with almost the same content.
The unidentified client offered a sky-high price of 1,000 pounds, just to find a pirate with no specific characteristics and no specific itinerary.
What kind of pirate could be offered such a generous price... Cold and inorganic eyes pierced from the corner. Xio, who had just become lazy after a long period of tension, shuddered suddenly and looked slightly confused. His expression instantly turned serious, like a lion with fried hair. He no longer concealed his specialness. He held his head high and looked around the "territory" he was responsible for. His eyes swept over the ladies and gentlemen passing by. Strangely, all of them The people were all ordinary, and they didn't see the bloodlust she imagined.
Illusion?
Xio hugged the newspaper in his arms tighter, and a three-edged thorn appeared in his hand holding the newspaper and satchel.
But one minute, two minutes... Ten minutes passed, and she still didn't wait for the attack from the darkness, nor did she see the expected commotion. Everything was as peaceful as ever, as if everything just now was really just... illusion.
...
Damn beasts, damn Loen, damn the Secret Order!
Who leaked my whereabouts?
Chillinges, who was dressed as a businessman, covered his slightly bald head with a half-high black top hat. He wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his round face and stumbled onto the carriage with his belly sticking out uncomfortably.
Almost as soon as the coachman closed the car door, he was alone again. The frightening fierce light that only belonged to the "Hurricane Admiral" could no longer be blocked by the cloudy brown eyes after the disguise, nakedly venting his emotions. Bloodlust and rage.
Who knows how angry he was when he just got off the train and found that a dozen bounty hunters were sneaking around and staring at the crowd, trying to pull off his head and take it for reward.
These damned, boneless guys had killed countless of their colleagues at sea. In the end, when they returned to land, they still had to hide from these beasts who didn't even have extraordinary power. ..... Qilingos suddenly grabbed his cheek, and his thick-boned hands forcefully pushed back the distorted face, returning the businessman's face to a mediocre and tired state.
He tried to use meditation to eliminate the "storm" path, a characteristic that almost everyone has, and calmly thought about the current situation.
Who betrayed him?
Lord Manuel?
But if that adult betrays him, regardless of the fact that there are not many Beyonders with "storm" paths among the people chasing him, the anger from Pasu Island alone is enough to prevent him from getting ashore, and he will die unprepared from the thunderstorm. .....Besides, with that mysterious party as a guarantee, even Mr. Manuel would not dare to reveal the secret at will.
Qilinges' breathing became much calmer, and then he thought about the second suspect.
Will Alger betray me?
He was a little unsure. According to what I knew about that pretty boy, as long as he could climb up, there was nothing he couldn't sell. Just like back then, if it hadn't been for him, Alger would have given up completely to the bishop after despair.
Hum... Qilingos slightly curled up the corners of his mouth, and kept opening and closing his left hand. The black gloves gradually revealed his true appearance. Rich blood swam on the translucent human skin, and an illusory mouth spat out. Rows of fangs, sniffing out the smell of human flesh coming from the front.
It can't be Alger, report me?
He doesn't have the guts yet, and it's impossible for his boss to completely believe him...
In Qilingos' view, this is a simple question. He holds Alger's unknown secrets and handles. Second-class citizens born of mixed race in the colony are inherently despised by the Church of Storms, not to mention that Alger still has Unclear elf blood, even if it is thin, is an important stain in politics. His words have little weight in the eyes of anyone in the Church of Storms, unless he has no desire to be promoted and seek a higher position. status, otherwise he would have no reason to betray himself.
He has no reason to betray me... After regaining his composure, Chillinges first looked out the window and found that the carriage entered a rarely populated alley just as he planned.
The manic human skin mask reluctantly disguised its fierce appearance at the request of its owner. Qilingos gently knocked on the partition in front of him, and a voice of confusion came from the driver who was slowing down the carriage. UU reading www. uukanshu.net
"gentlemen?"
The churning flesh and blood quickly faded away, and all the fat on his body disappeared completely. The pirate general's arms, whose eyes were completely filled with blood, suddenly bulged, and the bulging muscles stretched the formal suit tightly.
A claw covered in phantom scales penetrated the coachman's chest with the sound of broken boards. The human leather gloves felt the temperature of the blood. He could no longer remain calm and reserved, and ate with sharp teeth.
As Qilingos retracted his arm and yanked him back suddenly, the coachman, who had a big hole in his chest, couldn't help but tilt backwards, knocking the holed wooden board into pieces. After a while, the man who was still alive just now was , and in a blink of an eye, only the messy remains were left.
Qilinges, who had transformed into a coachman, shook his blood-stained left hand with an unhappy look on his face. After hesitating for a few seconds, he actually bent down and used the coachman's hand that was not swallowed by the human leather gloves - "creeping hunger". Several pieces of rag-like clothing collected his bones, carefully gathering the bones except for the blood that could be absorbed by the gloves, and tied them into a package.
After doing all this, Qilinges only felt extremely humiliated.
But he had to do such chores.
He would never collect the bodies of the people he killed at sea. Those damned guys would either be fed to fish by his low-handed pirates, or they would be thrown directly on the deck.
But ever since he landed on land and suffered several losses due to his damn bones at the hands of his pursuers, he no longer dared to continue his old ways.
Lord Manuel always said that the mainland is very beautiful, with wealth and power far more colorful than the sea. As long as you stand firm, you will never want to leave... Qilingos disagrees.
In his opinion, the mainland is indeed very good. If there is a next time, he will never come again.
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Chapter 46 Home
A small river flows under the three-story gray stone building of Hoy University. Klein stood quietly under a sycamore tree with a yellow crown. His brown eyes glanced at the teachers and students coming and going, and he remained silent until he saw a familiar figure. Walk out slowly from the entrance of the gray low building.
Like most professors in the history department, Azik, who had just walked out of the classroom, carried notebooks and reference materials with him, and his coat pockets were bulging.
The professor did not leave in a hurry, but stood at the door, and then walked straight towards a corner that no passerby noticed.
He waved his arm gently, opened a gap in the illusion that Klein had deliberately set, and got in.
"You received my letter," Klein raised the top hat apologetically, "I'm sorry to bother you at this time."
Azik looked at the spiritually colored air with great interest, traced his fingers on the surface of the illusion, and smiled:
"There hasn't been much going on lately, and I welcome past students to come back and visit."
Looking at the teacher who was in a good mood, Klein opened his mouth in confusion, pondered for a long time, thought of many euphemistic words, and gave up on them one by one.
So, he said calmly and directly:
"Mr. Azik, you have helped me with a lot of things. In my opinion, no matter what secrets you have, I think you are a trustworthy gentleman with good qualities. I will also be happy to help you find your The original memory."
The expression on Azik's face gradually changed from friendly to confused, and finally he frowned slightly, as if he noticed something.
Despite this, Klein continued.
"So can you tell me how much you know about your identity now and how much of it you've recalled."
Azik's brows relaxed slightly, he rubbed his brows, sighed and smiled:
"I didn't expect you to ask so directly... Let me think about it, did you find some clues about me in your recent actions, and then those clues gave you your opinion on some things about me. Has there been a change?"
He raised his palm, stopped Klein who wanted to explain, and continued:
"What happened recently in Tingen, and the people with extraordinary power hidden behind this city reminded me a lot, although they are all fragments, they are all bits and pieces of extraordinary knowledge."
"For example, the person I bumped into last time at the 'Evil Dragon Bar' was an Extraordinary of the 'Soothsayer' path, and the witch you were chasing was probably a long time ago when I wouldn't lose my memory again and again. , I have worked with them before."
"Have you ever cooperated with a witch?" Klein looked at Azik in disbelief. It was hard to imagine that such a teacher who was usually kind to his students would ever hang out with a cultist who took pleasure in twisting other people's fates.
Azik took a few steps forward, unwilling to face Klein's gaze.
"You should know about the terrible disaster caused by the 'Pale Disaster', the 'God of Death' and the Original Witch. Just a few days ago, I had several dreams. I dreamed that I was standing in a village infected by the plague, and all the villagers They are all sick, with tumors, mold, and poisonous spots growing on their bodies, with new symptoms appearing every day, but they will not die."
"The person who brought the plague was very skilled. She first poisoned the local priest, and then controlled the disease within a certain limit. She watched the innocent villagers howl in despair." Azik's voice became much lower. "I didn't know she What is the purpose of doing this, but when I came to this village, the villagers who originally believed in the eternal blazing sun rushed over the bone ceremonial guard in front of me, and they prayed to me for relief."
"As they wished, I granted them death, and watched their festering bodies decay rapidly, turning into new white bones, crawling at my feet."
"This is different from my previous dreams." Azik did not look at Klein, but raised his hands and breathed out heavily, "I have been thinking about it during this time. I have always told the students The idea of equality and fraternity taught by them is so ironic coming from my mouth."
Words can deceive, gestures can deceive, but emotions... spiritual aura can't... Klein took the initiative to walk up to Azik and carefully held down the dazed teacher. Even though this action seemed a bit impolite to Luen who advocated reservedness.
"I found some traces of your past in the town of Ramd. I think you can go and take a look. Maybe there is the answer you need there."
He stared at Azik's bitter face, as if he was seeing another person he was familiar with who had experienced a long history.
"A thousand years is a long time, long enough to change a person. Moreover, you have lost your previous memories. Every life is equivalent to a new beginning. At least the Mr. Azik I know and the one you just told People are different."
"After you've seen what's there, you can repent and make amends."
His spiritual intuition told him that this would be a good development, and he wanted to believe it.
Gazing at the student's serious expression, Azik was startled for a moment, hesitated to speak, and a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"you're right."
"Whatever my past is, I have to face it."
He raised his right hand, opened the illusion, and pointed in the direction of the river.
"Lead the way. If we hurry, I think we can be back tonight."
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"How's it going? Have you gained anything today?" In a small apartment in Backlund's Jowood District, Fors sat cross-legged on the sofa, lazily straightening his body slightly and looking at the people who had just returned from outside. Hugh said.
Xio, who had returned to his normal attire, hung the satchel containing the disguise clothes in the hallway, which was only two feet wide, and rubbed the stubborn bunches of frizzy blond hair impatiently.
"No, nothing. I squatted all day today and found nothing. I asked Darkholm, and he didn't see the person on the commission either."
Listening to his friend's complaints, Forsi's mind quickly flashed a portrait of a gang leader who looked kind and always wore a friendly smile, but was cruel and vicious behind his back and controlled many orphan pickpockets in Backlund. :
"Didn't you say that most of Backlund's gang and almost all the bounty hunters accepted that commission?"
"1,000 pounds, such a big sum of money. If someone found a clue, how could he tell others casually?"
"But the problem is that there are no clues now." Xio finally flattened his hair, walked to the sofa where Forsi was sitting in a few steps, and jumped to sit opposite his friend.
No clues?
Forsi, who has been engaged in espionage work for a long time, raised his eyebrows slightly.
In her opinion, the commissions bounty hunters can receive are child's play for real intelligence personnel. As long as they invest resources, they can easily find the target - this is the confidence given to her by the secret cult behind her.
"What exactly is the content of the commission you received?"
"Don't look at me, I'm just curious. Are you still afraid that I will steal your business?"
"Of course that's not what I meant," Xio's eyebrows knitted together on her immature and unopened face. She told her friend the general situation in a few words, and finally said, "Look, the client almost didn't say anything. , If the amount hadn't been so tempting, few people in the circle would have fallen for such a prank."
Ah, it does look mischievous... Forsi's eyes flashed with naked astonishment, and she kept recalling how funny it was for a "curly baboon" gentleman in the office to woo her colleagues, and then she barely controlled it. expression.
Who is looking for Zillinges in this way?
Does His Highness Zaratul know?
Could it be that the "Punisher" had already guessed that Zillinges was about to land?
"I just said that saying this kind of thing will only make people irritated." Xiu misunderstood Forsi's astonishment and kept chanting the number "1,000 pounds" as if he was reciting a mantra. Every time he recited it, You can feel the strength growing in your body, as if you can barely maintain yourself in this way and continue to pay attention to the huge bounty that seems to have little hope.
As Xio recited "1,000 pounds" for the tenth time, Forsi finally came out of the shock.
No, no, Your Highness must have known it earlier than I did... She quickly adjusted her posture, her eyes wandered, and finally found the dinner that had been cut by herself but had not yet been cooked. superior.
"I'm hungry." She touched Xio's elbow in a matter-of-fact tone. UU Readingｗww.uukanshu.net
Xio, who was interrupted from accumulating energy, said "hmm", then accepted his friend's request quite calmly, continued to recite the "spell", walked to the kitchen, and did not forget to ask:
"Are you going to stay up late at night to finish the manuscript?"
"No," Forsi waved his hand as he stood up and walked to the study, "I have already finished what I should write today, and the rest is for tomorrow."
She pretended to be calm and pushed her slightly curly brown hair behind her ears. She secretly turned her head to confirm that Xio had already started working on today's dinner. She quickly brushed her palms against the wall and passed through the solid cement wall as if nothing was there. Go straight to your desk.
She must determine the next direction from her superiors.
...
The dilapidated old castle casts its own shadow on the ground, like a tree that has been dead for many years, showing its broken spire to visitors, looking desolate, wild, gloomy and dim.
Under Klein's horrifying gaze, Azik bent down bit by bit, like a werewolf about to become deformed under the full moon, trying hard to fight against the broken, fragmented, and incoherent memories that popped up in his mind.
His body reacted instinctively, and he stumbled forward, as if he wanted to rush into the castle immediately, but his reason stopped him from doing so. In the end, the history teacher, who felt that his soul was almost torn apart, lowered his hands dejectedly.
Klein, who came quickly, took advantage of the moonlight to see Azik's most disgraceful moment.
He looked at the ferocious-looking teacher, activated his spiritual vision, and asked cautiously:
"Mr. Azik, do you remember anything?"
Azik did not answer immediately, but shook his body, forced himself to stand up straight first, and then recalled in a dazed and ethereal tone:
"Home, this was my home."
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Chapter 47 Looking for the murderer in the castle
Although he had done enough mental preparation before coming, when seeing Mr. Azik's reaction, Klein still couldn't help but sigh, "Sure enough, it is so."
Since the Solomon period in the Fourth Age, nobles have liked to bury their ancestors in the family cemetery in the fiefdom, and bury them near the church like common people. This will be regarded as a manifestation of the decline of the family, except for those who served in the church during their lifetime. Almost no one in important positions or those who have been sanctified would do this, and this castle does not have a supporting cemetery. There is only a long-abandoned tomb in the woods behind the castle. The owner of the tomb is a Madam, and it was stolen...
Klein cautiously approached Azik, not intending to tell the news to avoid irritating his teacher again.
This also shows that Mr. Azik has been walking around the world with this body for more than 1,300 years. He is neither reincarnated nor changing his body to extend his life... He did not say anything and followed Azik took a sudden step and stepped over the collapsed outer wall.
They walked all the way to the interior of the castle, and without even needing Klein to introduce the layout and mechanisms, Azik found the steps at the junction of the dining room and the outer hall, and opened the secret door to the underground.
Along the way, the coldness and gloominess that had been expelled by 3-0782 returned again, and became even more piercing. Even when he reached the last part of the passage, Klein could clearly feel a spirit being in the air beside him. Swim, cling to Mr. Azik, and whisper in the ear of the former owner of this castle.
In the not-so-narrow basement, Azik stared at the closed coffin, standing like a sculpture. The noisy spirits also felt the lord's emotions and fell silent.
In this solemn environment, Klein sighed imperceptibly and hid in a corner of the basement.
There was only a few years between the "Pale Disaster" and the founding of Loen. Baron Ramd was considered the first generation of nobles when Loen was founded. In other words, the man lying in the coffin should be the first one after Mr. Azik lost his memory. The first child in his life... Klein shook his head thoughtfully, and used his spiritual vision to watch the emotionally confused Azik stumble and touch the coffin.
Azik stretched out his hand to push the lid of the coffin and reached through a gap.
Klein looked at Azik, who had his back turned to him. He felt that the air was getting duller and the air in his mouth was getting colder. After a long time, with a cry that seemed sad and painful, the suffocating atmosphere finally came to an end. Suddenly disappeared, as if everything was just an illusion.
Azik slowly slid down from the side of the coffin and knelt on the ground, surrounded by sadness, and said in an emotionless tone:
"What happened to him in the end?"
Klein was about to reach out his hand, but after hearing these words, he took it back.
His inspiration told him that Mr. Azik was very scary now. His emotions were completely separated from his body's instinctive reactions. If this symptom appeared in a normal Beyonder, it would often be a precursor to losing control.
It's just that although Mr. Azik is in a strange state, his spirit body is very stable... Klein chooses to believe in Mr. Azik's character.
"We received a report from the local priest. Just this week, a materialized ghost appeared in Ramd Castle, and he was purified with a sealed object."
"That's good, he is also a believer of the goddess." Azik slowly stood up from the ground. Although his appearance did not change, his whole temperament became deeper and more majestic.
He pushed the coffin lid open a little further, just enough for Klein to see what was going on inside.
"Where's his skull?"
Facing the gaze cast by those familiar yet unfamiliar brown eyes, Klein felt an inexplicable panic for a moment, and it almost took all his strength not to bow before him.
"His, your son's skull was taken away." Klein changed his name to the knight lying in the coffin. "It wasn't us. My captain and I speculated that it was a man named Ince Zangwill." The former archbishop of the church, he betrayed the faith of the goddess, absconded with a very dangerous sealed artifact, and then fled to the vicinity of Tingen for unknown reasons. Judging from the recent situation, we think he is the most likely to steal your son's body. people."
"Ince Zangwill?" Azik repeated the name without emotion. His brown eyes blinked, and a trace of apology and regret flashed in his eyes. Klein, who had just been carrying a heavy weight, instantly felt much more relaxed. The spirit is no longer oppressed.
Azik hurriedly turned sideways, slightly turning his back on his student, and scratched his index finger with his suddenly sharp thumb nail.
"I remembered something, even though it was a small part." His voice finally showed normal emotional ups and downs, although to Klein it sounded like it contained a volcano that had erupted, and the anger was almost substantial, "and I also saw that Jean The force of your destiny's incongruity."
"Ah?" Klein didn't expect it to be related to him. He was stunned for a moment and then asked hurriedly, "Can you trace its origin?"
The blood-colored steam that evaporated after the red blood came into contact with the white bones was stained with a layer of gloomy green. Before Klein could continue his surprise, he saw a bronze door replacing the basement wall, and countless twisted faces solidified by black mist squirmed. Extruded from the remaining three walls, covering the steps leading to the ground.
In his horrified eyes, a gap opened in the gate of the underworld, and the pale arms that scrambled to squeeze out lay at Azik's feet, letting the black mist form an unrealistic picture above their heads.
He saw a pair of brand-new leather shoes stepping on the barren grass. The skull of Azik's son was thrown at the feet of the owner of the shoes, rotting into powder in the air with the wind.
It's really Ince Zangwill...Klein recognizes those leather shoes!
But he didn't feel any joy after the truth was revealed. Instead, his heart was beating wildly, and even the movement of his eyes was almost by forcing his neck to move.
"Don't worry, I'm fine." Azik reached out and closed the lid of the coffin, turned around and walked towards Klein. Under the complicated gaze of the students, he gently swept away the dust on Klein's shoulders, "But I'm sorry, the time has passed. It's been too long and I haven't been able to find him..."
"I couldn't find normality. It was a surprise to find it." Klein tugged at his stiff lips and reluctantly expressed relief.
Although Azik failed to confirm the location of Ince Zangwill, he had confirmed Azik's angel identity. He was also thankful that such an angel with the power related to "death" was on his side, at least. Stand on the side of social stability.
It's hard to imagine what terrible things would happen if Azik failed to control himself today and mutated out of control, or if his temperament changed drastically after that and he became like in his dream, able to easily raise an army of the undead.
Today is a complete risk. If those two situations really happen, I will be Tingen's biggest sinner... Klein exhaled, pushed the negative emotions out of his mind, and pretended that nothing happened.
"Are you still going to pursue this matter?"
He seamlessly entered the identity of "Nighthawk" and began to make insinuations about the attitude of this extraordinary person who had already shown great extraordinary power.
"I will continue to pursue it until the murderer pays the due price." Azik extinguished the light source in the basement and walked ahead. The disappeared steps reappeared at this time, and a faint crimson could be seen vaguely.
"This is not only for my children, but also for my selfish reasons."
Azik, who had his back turned to Klein, quickened his pace.
"I think about something like this... If I can retrieve more memories of my wanderings in the Northern Continent, I can at least keep my current personality."
Hearing these words, Klein's spirits perked up and he couldn't help but feel that he was back in a familiar university lecture hall.
"You were right before. A thousand years is too long, long enough to change every aspect of a person. I have experienced dozens of lives in this thousand years, and I can no longer look at the original me from the ideological level. As the same person, I don't like how I look in that dream, and I don't want a cold dead soul to resurrect in my body."
Klein, who was following behind, gradually lost his smile, opened his mouth, and ultimately said nothing.
In a sense, Mr. Azik's experience was very similar to his. They both lost their initial lives and were thrown into another strange land, living in a completely different world.
Azik suffered amnesia again and again, and was deprived of the best part of his life by this hidden torture. While Zhou Mingrui accepted the memory of Klein Moretti, he was also forced to various complex relationships.
Whether it's Zhou Mingrui on Earth or Klein on Loen, their lives in their twenties are not different from each other by a few years at all. The same amount of memories are mixed together. After more than a month of buffering, at least in terms of their family, , it is difficult for Zhou Mingrui to remain indifferent to the beautiful memories and the true feelings in his heart.
He is slowly becoming a new person.
But fortunately, most of Klein Moretti's memories are vague. I only remember the most important part, and I don't doubt myself like Mr. Azik...
Unknowingly, the two of them had walked out of the castle. The road was overgrown with weeds and the night was thick.
"When this matter is resolved, I will resign and leave Tingen." Azik suddenly said, "The course has been going very well recently. I will take a period of leave first and go to Backlund. I have a hunch that there will be There will be clues to this."
The clue is in Backlund?
Although he can't understand it, Klein feels that given Mr. Azik's current mental state, it would be a good thing to go out and see other scenery, as long as there is no conflict...
wrong!
Klein raised his head suddenly and stared at Azik's profile in disbelief.
Mr. Azik is leaving Tingen at this time... Then there will be no more people to restrain Ince Zangwill and the cultists in the Southern Continent?
Is this also a coincidence?
Is Ince Zangwill using 0-08 to interfere with Mr. Azik's thinking?
But what kind of ability does 0-08 have? He can do it so silently, and he can even attack a being who is suspected of being an angel?
Even though there were many worries in his mind, when faced with Azik's decision, Klein really couldn't find a reason to refute and could only nod stiffly.
As a result, the only high-sequence power I can rely on is 3-0782... Thinking of this, Klein feels a headache.
If he didn't really have no choice, he really wouldn't want to touch the sealed object that almost burned his spirit body to ashes.
The connection between the divine blood and the eternal blazing sun, and the unobtrusive power of lending sealed objects to steal the divine blood, are both gambles that can lead to anger if one is not careful.
"You seem to have something on your mind?" Azik stopped and turned to look at Klein.
Klein nodded slightly, hesitated for a moment, and answered that had nothing to do with the question.
"Mr. Azik, can you block other people's prying eyes?"
"I mean someone with a very high status, comparable to you."
Peeping... Azik frowned slightly and quickly understood the implication of Klein's words.
"limited."
As a gust of cold wind blew by, the darkness in the woods was condensed by invisible power and became airtight. It seemed that the spirits in the entire land had been summoned, using the large amounts of abstract information contained in the spirits to interact with Klein and Azik and the two were covered with a curtain.
Regardless of the exclamation, Klein seized this opportunity and said with a few key words:
"There are many dangerous forces hiding in Tingen recently. You are leaving here soon. I would like to know if there is any way to take out a sealed object in a reasonable and unobtrusive way and secretly derive the power from it."
"You want to take action against the ashes of the saint behind St. Selina's Church?" Azik sounded serious.
"Saint's ashes?" Klein repeated the word blankly and quickly denied it, "No, I meant other sealed objects."
"UUkanshuwww.uukanshu.net It is only level 3 and is related to the solar field, but it has some special features that I think can be exploited."
Azik didn't ask what Klein wanted to use it for, nor why he didn't discuss it with his captain. He thought for a few seconds, glanced at the much thinner spiritual curtain, and said softly:
"It's right here. The extraordinary characteristics of the sequence in the 'Corpse Collector' path can easily cause the transformation of corpses and the formation of resentful spirits. Even if the characteristics are taken away, there may still be some subtle connections left. It shouldn't be a problem to create supernatural events here. It would arouse suspicion."
"Okay." Klein thought for a while and approved the proposal.
If it were in the small town of Ramde, the "Nighthawks" team would only think it was a remnant of the last incident. Some of the residents here had just experienced harassment by the ghosts, and they would not take the initiative to move to the castle or remote woods. It can avoid the intervention of innocent people to the greatest extent.
"Just do as you say."
As Klein's words fell, the spiritual body curtain surrounding the two people seemed to have reached the limit of maintenance and suddenly disintegrated. The spiritual bodies that had originally highlighted their outlines penetrated into the air one by one and disappeared, and the airtight darkness disappeared. Pierced by crimson, the peaceful atmosphere once again covers the earth.
Azik glanced at the sky, his brown eyes narrowed slightly, and he added to his previous decision.
"I will be back from Backlund soon. If something unusual happens during this period, use this to contact me."
As he spoke, he put an antique copper whistle reflecting the metallic luster into Klein's hand.
"Blow it and you can summon my messengers and have them protect you if necessary."
they?
Mr. Azik has more than one messenger? Klein squeezed the cold and soft touch in his palm and nodded secretly.
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Chapter 48 Come to the door
"Captain, is Old Neil still feeling unwell?"
In the office of the captain of the Blackthorn Security Company, Frye suddenly asked as he was about to leave.
Dunn, who was taking the document from Dai Li and picking up a pen to sign, stopped and his face turned serious.
"Are you worried about Old Neil's condition?"
"I remember that Old Neil asked me for a soothing potion before taking leave," Dai Li rarely used words that could easily be misunderstood. "Maybe he is really just too tired."
Since the incident in the Southern Continent, the "Nighthawks" team has basically entered a state of continuous high-intensity work. Overtime and all-nighters are the norm. Even Dai Li often feels that her body is overwhelmed and the dark circles under her eyes are much heavier.
"Today is already the third day." Frye shook his head.
"Yes, people are getting older." Dunn sighed, glanced at the files on the desktop, and then looked at the clock, "After Klein and Luo Yao dealt with the follow-up incidents in Ramde Town yesterday, they were overwhelmed. One last extraordinary event, maybe we can go see Old Neil."
"There are still two hours until lunch time. I remember that there is a good Intis restaurant near Old Neil's house. We can visit Old Neil at noon and have lunch there. It will be just in time to catch up with the afternoon shift. It will delay other things."
Dai Li smiled.
"Intis feast, sounds good, but it's a pity it's not for two people."
Since her relationship with Dunn, they had never had a formal date with just the two of them without any interruptions.
Dunn did not dare to take up this dangerous topic. He looked directly at Frye and had an idea.
"Who is in the company now?"
"Luo Yao, Leonard, Brett, Roxanne and Mrs. Orianna," Frye revealed the movements of his colleagues without even thinking, "Klein and Siga take turns taking the day off today, and Cornley is still recuperating at home. "
This short "Nighthawk" has been recuperating at home since the last operation against the witch. Fortunately, according to the doctor's judgment, given his excellent recovery ability, he will not be able to participate in his own battle in a wheelchair. wedding.
Leonard is on duty at Chanis Gate, and the weapons depot and data room also need to be managed by Bright... Dunn nodded slightly and made a decision in his mind.
"That's it, we'll leave at ten o'clock."
...
Backlund time, Friday, 9:30.
Klein was walking on the stairs of the "Soothsayer Club" and his eyes were attracted by the current political news about Backlund in the newspaper.
Duke Negan, a representative figure of conservatives, will hold a dinner at his mansion in Queens, where he will invite many of the country's top figures to discuss issues of factory reform and agricultural land allocation that have attracted widespread social attention recently.
The wording was very official... Klein frowned a little as he looked at these few sentences and the black and white pictures next to the words.
This seems to be the time when Qilingos arrived in Backlund... "Vice Admiral Hurricane" infiltrated Backlund. He was a pirate general who was active at sea and took risks to land on a land with strong official extraordinary power. Just in time for such a large-scale event, it's hard not to think of it...
However, as long as the pirate general is in his right mind, he will not target Duke Negan or a certain big shot who can appear at Duke Negan's banquet. A social event of this size will definitely be attended by church members. Duke Gen is also very close to the cathedral of the Church of Night and Storm. If he commits a crime here, the police will be dispatched at the speed of light waiting for him...
"It would be fun if Qilingos bumped into Mr. Azik." Klein muttered in a low voice, quickly wiped away the corners of his amused mouth, took three steps at a time, and grabbed the last few steps.
As soon as he entered the familiar club hall, Klein habitually looked around.
Maybe because of the rest day, there were many unfamiliar faces in the club today, and the beautiful front desk girl Angelica was very busy.
Klein's eyes glanced at the golden cuffs on the cuffs of these unfamiliar faces, and he couldn't help but feel a little strange.
Are they all members of the club?
Are they going to do divination or waiting for class? Why are they gathering here? Wouldn't it be better to go to the lounge and stay there?
Klein instinctively walked in the direction with fewer people, wanting to avoid these people, and later ask Miss Angelica to help him introduce the divination target.
"Mr. Moretti?"
Klein stopped, smiled, and looked towards the front desk with some surprise.
"Good morning, Miss Angelica."
He didn't expect that with such a busy schedule, the front desk lady would notice him, whom she didn't know very well.
Angelica, who was surrounded by people, moved a little away, apologized several times, and hurried to Klein.
"Mr. Brenton has been looking forward to your visit recently. He said that your last divination helped him a lot, and he wanted to thank you personally."
Sure enough... Klein maintained his cracked smile and laughed sarcastically.
"Okay, then I'll go to the citrine room and wait for him."
The few times I've been to the club, I seem to have been with Mr. Brunton... He took one last look at the hall full of strangers and turned into the corridor with familiarity.
...
The bright and warm sunshine was blocked by dark clouds, and the carriage of the "Nighthawks" team slowly stopped in front of Old Neil's single-family house.
After the coachman Cesare stopped the carriage, Rosanne, who was carrying the carefully packaged South Wales coffee, jumped out of the carriage first. Leaving the people who were getting off the carriage one after another, she ran to the door of Old Neil's house first and rang the bell. A rope connected to a bell inside the house.
She looked back at her colleagues who were walking together, curled her lips and complained in a low voice:
"It's a pity that Klein didn't come."
If she had thought about it, she and Klein should have waited until the evening shift before visiting Old Neil, just in time to escape the evening shift and take a vacation in vain.
But as soon as I thought about the Intis feast, this little unpleasantness was forgotten.
Nothing can be perfect.
Ding-ding-ding-ding!
The sweet and clear ringtone echoed in the room, breaking the heavy silence, but no one responded.
Dunn, who was holding Dai Li, tilted his head, a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face.
"Maybe Old Neil went to the doctor."
He really hadn't considered this possibility and didn't confirm it before coming.
As usual, he forgot about such small details.
But before Rosanne could say anything with her rounded mouth, Dunn felt Daley's hand on his arm being pulled out.
Dai Li, who specializes in removing gorgeous makeup, reached out and slapped her nose a few times, her eyes suddenly solidified.
She turned to look at Frye and found that the expressionless face of the "Grave Digger" who was one rank below her was now even stiffer, with slightly pale lips pursed tightly.
"Blood, it smells like blood."
Fry stood in front of two ordinary people, Cesare and Mrs. Orianna, and touched his waist with his right hand.
Upon hearing this, Dunn almost immediately picked up his cane, took a few strides, pulled Rosanne who was still standing at the door, and cautiously stepped back to a safe distance.
He first whispered a few words softly to Roxanne, who had not yet figured out the situation, and asked her to accompany Mrs. Orianna back to the carriage. He turned on his spiritual vision and carefully inspected the house before confirming:
"I don't see anything unusual."
In his field of vision, Old Neil's house was the same as the surrounding single-family houses. It only had inorganic and dull colors, without the complicated and evil brilliance of spiritual activity.
"Me neither," Dai Li's green eyes were filled with a dreamy light blue, and her tone was filled with worry, "But it does smell of blood, although it's not obvious."
"Maybe it's just a misunderstanding." Although Frye said this, his heart sank to the bottom.
He really couldn't think of any reason why he could smell the smell of blood near private houses.
The "Corpse Collector" is very sensitive in this regard, so he and Dai Li can easily confirm that the smell of blood in the air is definitely not the smell of livestock, but human blood, which is the favorite of the undead.
Dunn, who had deep gray eyes, said nothing. He looked at Cizer who had returned to the coachman's position, and his hands unconsciously touched his waist.
The "Nighthawk" captain took cautious steps, walked to the door of the house with his three Beyonder companions, and rang the doorbell again.
...
Strange, it's been more than half an hour, why hasn't Mr. Brenton come yet?
In the citrine room, Klein, who was playing tarot cards, couldn't help but feel a little confused. He took out the pocket watch on his chest and looked at it.
Judging from the few contacts he has had, Mr. Brenton does not seem to be the kind of person who is not punctual. On the contrary, he is very rigorous in doing things. When I chatted with students in the astrolabe course before, they all said that this gentleman has a habit of arriving early. He prepares lessons in the classroom and never makes students wait for him.
Maybe something is stuck?
There were many strangers outside. Klein didn't want to disturb Angelica who was working, so he changed his sitting position and reached out to touch the exquisite astrolabe on his desk.
At this moment, the door of the Citrine Room was finally pushed open.
"Mr. Moretti?"
To Klein's surprise, the person who came was not Brenton or Angelica, but another front desk lady whom he was unfamiliar with.
This young lady wore her hair in a traditional bun and stood behind the door with only half of her body exposed. She had light freckles on both sides of her nose and her appearance was ordinary.
"Hello, what's the matter?" Klein looked at the other party curiously.
The young lady who was sure that she had found the wrong room took out a letter and put it on the table in front of Klein with some restraint.
"This is the letter Mr. Brenton asked me to give you."
"He said he was sorry that he couldn't accompany you for divination today, and he left a letter for you."
Mr. Brenton was here just now?
Klein took the letter in surprise and couldn't help but find it funny.
I didn't expect that Mr. Brenton, who was born in Intis, would be as serious as the stern-faced gentleman from Loen.
He opened the seal of the letter with his fingernail and asked casually.
"Where's Miss Angelica, are you still busy?"
He has not given up the idea of asking Angelica to recommend him and digesting the potion through divination.
"Angelica?" The old-fashioned receptionist who was just about to leave stopped and frowned, his tone suddenly a little unhappy, "She was still there just now, and I wanted to find her, but she suddenly disappeared. Maybe she went to Find Mr. Brenton and leave together."
And Mr. Brenton?
Alas, after all, they are French...Intis people...Klein's original desire to pursue the question disappeared instantly. His eyes turned to the letter in his hand, and the teasing smile at the corner of his mouth gradually turned serious.
"Dear Mr. Moretti, I'm sorry that I let you down, but I hope you can understand. After all, there are some things that I think are not suitable for negotiation in such a noisy environment, especially for people like us who work together." The fateful friendship that escaped from the hands of the Punisher, you deserve to be treated with the best red wine."
It's indeed Brenton's handwriting, but...
A fateful friendship that escaped from the hands of the "Punisher"... The person who left this letter was the clown, the "faceless man"!
Klein felt his head suddenly buzzing, and the back of his neck felt cold and wet.
He hurriedly continued reading.
"You should already know that I invited Miss Angelica to be my guest. I think such a beautiful lady should be worthy of the topic we will discuss in a while."
"If you are willing to admire such beauty, I hope you can come to No. 302 Howell Street within ten minutes. This house is not very big, so I don't want you to bring other guests here to avoid poor hospitality."
Your most loyal Brenton... Klein quickly stood up, holding a pocket watch in his hand.
There are now less than ten minutes left before the time marked at the bottom of the letter. It takes at least twenty minutes to get to Howell Street from here, even by horse-drawn carriage.
Brenton...that "faceless man" wants me to use "fire jump" to rush on in broad daylight?
I can't notify others, hehe, he didn't leave me any time to call for reinforcements!
Klein anxiously paced back and forth in the citrine room.
Although there are still many details uncertain, UU Reading www. uukanshu.net But the cultists in the Southern Continent probably won't kill me. The key is Miss Angelica's life.
He rubbed his fingers to light the letter, pushed open the door and walked out, walked through the corridor with clear purpose, and went straight to the gas-lit steps in front of the hall.
In the club hall, many unfamiliar faces were still gathered near the front desk, but this time, they all turned their heads towards Klein.
These people took off the golden pockets on their sleeves, and their dull eyes flashed with spiritual light. The leading stranger held a well-made leather bag in his hand and bowed slightly towards Klein.
Klein, who was almost about to run, paused for a moment when he saw this scene, but immediately moved faster. He only glanced at the old-fashioned woman sitting behind the front desk who was completely unaware of this strange scene, and flew into the bed. Inside the gas lamp he lit.
Klein's face was twisted as he jumped in the flames, and he clenched his hands tightly.
No wonder he didn't notice anything unusual today. The "magician" of the Secret Order actually used a sealed artifact from the "audience" path. Those people in the hall were all ordinary people who were hypnotized!
When did they plan this?
Since it was broad daylight, Klein could not continue to use his extraordinary ability to ignite the flames. At a crowded intersection, he could only run as fast as possible, ignoring the surprised looks of others, and wait until he reached a deserted alley before looking for anyone who could. Borrowed fire source.
It was also thanks to the "Magician"'s physical strengthening that he was able to run more than two kilometers in five minutes.
At the door of No. 302 Howell Block, Jerry Zaratul looked at Klein who appeared at the bottom of the steps and clapped gently with both hands.
"Congratulations, Mr. Moretti, Miss Angelica will thank you for your efforts."
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