Chapter 6: chapter 6
Chapter 21 The 2nd time
The probability of an Extraordinary from the Southern Continent appearing in the Fortune Teller Club is 50/50... Klein stood outside the second-floor bungalow where the Fortune Teller Club was located, hesitating and spinning around.
As a "magician" who aspires to become a true "divinationist", he has tried to integrate the habit of divination into his life, and naturally he will not forget to use divination as a double insurance for such important events.
Generally speaking, there are only two results for pendulum divination and coin divination. The former can vaguely show the different degrees of the two results, while the latter is more concise.
But why might there be an Extraordinary from the Southern Continent in my divination club? The answer I got was that there might be, there might not be. What is the operation of the coin standing on the ground?
If it was simply a lack of information, the divination should have simply failed... Klein looked up again and looked at the rows of glass windows on the second floor. The curtains behind the windows stood quietly, the same as he did last time. Same as it came.
"Mr. Moretti, won't you go up?"
A somewhat familiar voice came from behind, and Klein was startled. He only relied on the ability of the "Joker" to keep himself from losing his composure.
"Mr. Brenton?" He calmed down a little and said a little surprised.
However, this surprise soon turned into suspicion. Klein cautiously and covertly touched his armpit and said uncertainly:
"Mr. Brunton, do you know my name?"
Brenton, who changed into a burgundy formal suit today and looked quite avant-garde in Loen, chuckled.
"You have signed the interview form, and I have only encountered such strange divination three times as last time."
"I tried to do a divination today, and the divination result said that a minute ago, I would get a surprise." Klein removed his hand from his armpit, took out his pocket watch, and pretended, "It seems that I The divination is not much different."
"Really?" Brenton playfully glanced at Klein's armpits and the left side of his coat, but this emotion was well hidden under his well-controlled facial expression and did not show it at all.
He took the initiative to invite, "Then I think this surprise should guide you to do another divination, otherwise you wouldn't come and wait below the club."
"Actually, I want to join the club this time." Seeing that he couldn't avoid the enthusiastic Brenton, Klein had no choice but to confess.
He raised his cane and tapped the ground, and walked up the stairs side by side with Brenton. Taking advantage of the rarely illuminated corner, Klein quickly turned on his spiritual vision and then turned it off immediately. His gaze only stayed on Brenton for less than a second. .
Strange, is it really a coincidence?
Everything about Brenton's spiritual brilliance is normal. There are no traces of being controlled by someone's hypnosis, and there is no trace of any spiritual dispersion or excessive spiritual concentration that only extraordinary people have. He has never come into contact with truly extraordinary ordinary people. Performance as it should be.
However, his behavior and immigration status... Klein decided to take another look and not make a conclusion.
"Good afternoon, Angelica." Brenton's smile was completely different from the reservedness of the Loen people, and he warmly took off his hat and greeted the beautiful brown-haired lady sitting behind the front desk.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Brenton." Angelica looked a little flustered in her movements, either because she was shy or because she saw Klein behind Brenton.
A faint blush quickly appeared on her face, she avoided Brenton's sight as if running away, and nodded to Klein.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti."
"Are you here for divination today too?"
"I..."
"Mr. Moretti wants to join our club," Brenton answered Angelica's question for Klein first.
The last time I came here, I didn't see this guy being so enthusiastic and unrestrained... Klein rolled his eyes by taking off his hat, but he didn't suspect that Brenton had become a "faceless man".
After all, even judging from Angelica's performance just now, it can be determined that this middle-aged gentleman who is suspected of immigrating to Intis is not usually a man who can take time off.
Not to mention the beautiful waitress and the senior member of the club, this is simply a classic theme... Holding his hat in one hand, Klein took the initiative and took out the membership fee he had prepared in advance.
"Mr. Brunton's divination last time shocked me completely. It was completely different from the various charlatans I had come into contact with before, so I wanted to join the club and really get in touch with this mysterious art."
"Then I believe you won't be disappointed." Angelica showed a look of surprise at the right time and briefly introduced the payment rules and benefits of becoming a club member to Klein.
With her help, Klein easily completed the form filled with basic information.
Fortune Teller... Klein looked at the membership badge of the Tingen Fortune Teller Club, pinned the dark gold cuff pin to his cuff, and nodded with satisfaction.
...
"It seems that our relationship will be closer in the future?" Brenton pointed to a touch of dark gold on his left sleeve.
The club's payment receipts require a specialized financial department to develop and collect them, so Angelica could only ask Klein to follow Brenton to learn about the courses open to members of the club, as well as other shared facilities.
"Generally, the divination courses in the club will be taught by Mr. Vincent." Brenton stopped outside a room with the door ajar, and could hear fragments of Hermes speaking with a strong Ahowa County accent. In Rune language.
"It seems that today we are talking about astrolabe divination," Brenton seemed to introduce, and seemed to be talking to himself, "If it is just tarot and coin divination, these are officially allowed, but once it involves astrology, If you don't have plates and mirrors, you need to apply for a special license from the church, and only if you pass regular reviews can you continue to teach."
"Periodic review?" Klein whispered in surprise.
As a "Nighthawk", he had never heard that he had such a business.
Brenton glanced at him quickly, indicating to continue moving forward, and unconsciously used a preaching tone:
"Of course it needs to be reviewed. You should know about the evil witchcraft and curses that are popular in the southern continent, right?"
I have heard of this, but the specific content I heard may be different... Klein nodded slightly.
According to his understanding, on the sea and the southern continent, the mystery and extraordinary are not completely unknown to the public, and even some ordinary people know the existence of potions. This is completely opposite to the policies of the countries and churches in the northern continent.
"It's not obvious in the northern part of the kingdom. In the southern coastal areas like the West Coast, many merchants who travel between colonies believe in divination, thinking that it will bring them enlightenment and avoid possible risks." Brenton said from his pocket He took out the key and opened the citrine room.
"If it's just for good luck, why don't they go to the church to pray for God's blessing?" While Brenton was opening the door, Klein deliberately flattered him in return.
"God's blessing?" Brenton was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and smiled bitterly, "If you don't donate, you can only receive blessings at large-scale festivals every year. Everyone is the same; if you donate, just like the bishop of the church will give devout believers who donate large amounts 'If you teach doctrine alone, wouldn't it be more important than whoever donates more to win the favor of the gods?"
He turned on the gas valve on the right side of the door, turned his back to Klein, and bent down very low.
"Although those businessmen doing business in the colonies all made huge profits, compared with the unimaginable profits, they took no more risks. If they just wanted to avoid risks, they would have to pay half of their profits for a year. I think they I will not hesitate to choose to believe in my good luck and take some risks."
"So in order to reduce costs, they chose the so-called witchcraft and curses of the Southern Continent?" Klein gradually became really interested in Brenton.
"It can be understood." Brenton sat in the same position as last time, and so did Klein. "However, the witchcraft and curses in the Southern Continent are not much different from our divination in terms of effect. They are actually the same as the evil cultists. He got involved and then got out of hand, precipitating many horrific and horrific incidents."
"The royal government and the church have always been wary of the infiltration of evil beliefs. Especially after the Church of Storms suffered losses in its colonies on the sea, the government and the church have taken these industries and organizations related to occultism more seriously. They are not as free as they were twenty years ago. It's developing."
But why haven't I, a "Nighthawk", heard of these things and the review? This may be the reason for the review, but I didn't see the review task on the schedule...
"Then is this review for all members of the club, or only the club's courses?" Klein frowned, looking like he didn't want to get into trouble.
"Of course it's a course," Brenton said with relief. "Every three months at an irregular time, the church's bishop will come to review it in person. In fact, it means observing a class and asking the students what they usually teach. They are church personnel. , you are not the police, how can you have the experience to investigate each member one by one?"
"Yes." Klein nodded slightly, preparing to ask the captain himself when he went home and passed the church later.
"Okay, there's still some time before Angelica sends the receipt. Let's do another divination?" Brenton pulled out an old deck of tarot cards from under the table and suggested, "It just makes up for the last time I used new ones." It's a pity that card divination is not mysterious enough."
It's not the same deck of cards as last time. Aren't his old cards wet?
"Okay," Klein said calmly, reaching out and gently taking out the tarot cards from Brenton's hand, smiling lightly, "I want to give it a try this time. How about you come and see my divination level?"
...
Brenton has no problem... Klein sat on the tram and looked at the St. Selina Church that was retreating and disappearing, and gave up the idea of getting off the carriage.
After an afternoon of discussions on pure divination, as well as Klein's personal divination of Brenton's recent fate, he can basically confirm that this gentleman is really just an ordinary senior enthusiast of occultism who does not understand the true meaning of divination. Mysterious, on the contrary, he has made great achievements in the study of history and sociology.
Many of his opinions and comments are very sharp, and his way of speaking out the issues is also very sharp. He is completely free of the Loen people's habit of being secretive and fond of using sarcasm and metaphors when talking about their country's politics. Maybe this is more of Intis's habit?
A series of reforms by Emperor Roselle made Intis the first kingdom to get rid of the feudal monarchy and move towards a more advanced social system. It also pushed the country's open-mindedness to a level comparable to that of Lundborg and Maxi.
I have the opportunity to have a little chat with Mr. Brenton while completing the role. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't even know that Luen actually already has a similar civil service system, but I haven't had time to take the first batch of exams... ....Klein thought about it carefully and decided to tell Benson the news, which had been verified to be true or false through divination.
It's just that I really didn't expect that, whether it was a secretive official organization like the "Nighthawks" or public opinion, the Trunsoest Empire promoted by the Northern Continent has always been a symbol of barbarism and ignorance of belief in evil gods, but the civil servants that the kingdom is about to implement The system turned out to be a mature system that the Trunsoest Empire had implemented for nearly twenty years... I have to say that after learning more about it, Klein became even more interested in the Southern Continent.
"The only problem is that the country I am in now has a long-term hostility to the Trunsoest Empire, and the immediate superior of the unit where I work is a mortal enemy of Trunsoest's boss. Extraordinary people are criminals who want to kidnap me."
He complained with barely moving his lips, shook his head, and decided not to think about these things that were destined to have nothing to do with him in a short time.
It is better to first think about how to persuade Benson to take the civil service examination reliably. This is much better than his current job.
...
"Goodbye, Angelica."
"...Goodbye, Mr. Brenton."
The gentleman in a burgundy formal suit looked around and saw that no one was paying attention. He boldly tapped his lips and winked.
My mouth?
Angelica touched her lips with some confusion, and suddenly felt a cold feeling. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net quickly looked at herself in the mirror, and found that she had not noticed that the corner of her mouth had been stained with afternoon tea residue. pastry remnants.
The pretty receptionist immediately blushed, lowered her head and turned away. Brenton looked at this cute little gesture, smiled with satisfaction, and turned towards the less bright stairs.
Really... Angelica, who carefully made sure to wipe her mouth clean, was annoyed and laughed at Brenton's action just now. Her eyes unconsciously glanced at the mirror, and accidentally caught a glimpse of a faint flash of light.
"Could it be that the light in the corridor is broken?"
She hurriedly walked out of the front desk, checked along the stairs, and walked all the way to the first floor.
There were not many pedestrians on the empty street, and the gas lamp in the corridor was dimly lit as usual. Angelica only felt a little strange.
Brenton, who had just come downstairs, could no longer see his back.
...
The orange-red flames expanded and contracted. In one house after another, the residents who were enjoying the relaxation of the night and the warmth of their homes did not notice the surface of their wall lamps, which sometimes dimmed and sometimes brightened, and quickly returned to normal until the adjacent houses became increasingly bright. Sparse, this strange and unnoticed vision gradually disappeared.
The gas street light outside the garden house flickered gently, and the remains of the firewood in the fireplace suddenly rekindled. A gentleman in a burgundy formal suit, with the warmth of the fire remaining in his clothes, walked out slowly.
Jerry Zaratul flicked his wrist and threw out a paper man out of thin air.
As the paper man quickly burned, replacing the occult symbol on his back and completing his mission of interfering with divination, Jerry Zarath moved his eyes away from the burned paper man and faced Mr. A who was kneeling in prayer. , boasting:
"Cline Moretti has taken the bait again, for the second time."
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Chapter 22 The Magician Defends the Fool
Backlund time, Monday at 2:58 pm.
Above the gray mist, in the grand palace, the long bronze table was mottled with ancient patterns. As soon as Klein stood firm through the fierce noise and shouting, he saw the ethereal "Mystery" sitting on top, like a sculpture. Staring at the end of the gray fog.
He ignored the sculpture-like antique for the time being. Instead, he adjusted his breathing briefly, controlled himself through meditation, and gradually calmed down his emotions.
When all the murmurs and whispers subsided like a tide, and Klein had never felt the trouble that a normal extraordinary person should have, he finally spoke:
"I always thought it was because of you, so I didn't hear gibbering or feel like another mind was waking up from the potion."
"My reason?" The figure of the "God of Mystery" disappeared like a mirage, then reappeared at the bottom, looking sideways at Klein, "No one can escape the most basic rules, only you and this gray The connection with the fog gives you a certain illusion."
In other words, the gray mist blocked the adverse reactions caused by the magic potion for me, like cutting off my nerves. It does exist, but I can't feel it. But after I boarded the gray mist, these reactions Only then will it rebound and be noticed by me?
Klein nodded in understanding and sat down at the top very consciously.
"What were you looking at just now?"
He pointed at the endless gray fog behind the "mystery".
"Prayer." After a short silence, "Secret" said truthfully, "Prayers of some poor people from another continent."
Another continent... Klein tapped his fingers on the table rhythmically, frowning slightly.
"Have you ever considered your honorable name?" "Secret" looked at Klein, who had no self-awareness at all, and proactively reminded,
"What do I need to honor my name for?" Klein couldn't understand. To be precise, he felt that it would be too ridiculous for him to think about honoring his name and other things related to gods when he was already in Sequence Seven.
"I said, this gray mist is equivalent to my divine kingdom, but I am just a prisoner here, essentially a tenant," "Secret" considered his words and tried to make his words easy to understand, "Anyone who can board here Everyone is a tenant, and you are no exception."
"And you have to play the role of a god, not to mention that you have spread your existence through one of my followers. Whether it is to confuse the public or deceive a group of helpers, you need a name, which is equivalent to a business card."
He suddenly stopped speaking, his dark eyes became distracted and focused, and he shook his head.
"There are still thirty seconds, you can start your party first."
As His words fell, gray mist surged under the majestic palace, and the gray-white color submerged His figure.
Klein, who took out his pocket watch and checked the time, had no choice but to suspend the topic and construct an invisible connection to touch the three familiar stars.
...
The huge waves as black as mountains carried an ancient sailing ship walking in the sky. Under the control of the abnormal weather, the cold water seemed to have gained life and was roaring on the Sunian Sea.
"Sonia Sea... 'Elf King' Sunia Solem, legend has it that the 'God of Mysteries' first appeared in the form of an elf..."
In the captain's room, Alger finally read the legend he bought from an elf on the Rhoside Islands. While counting the time, he couldn't help but cast his gaze out the window.
"The elves and their descendants have always believed that the queen of the Elf King has never died..." Alger stared at the waves traveling with the ship in a daze, his eyes piercing through the red halo that exploded in front of his eyes, as if watching To hallucination.
In the sea now ruled by the God of Storms, is this unforeseen huge wave the queen's futile hatred?
...
Backlund, Northern District, Cromwell Press.
Forsi locked the door of the editing room, and the wings with dreamy colors unfolded from behind her shoulder blades, as if a consciousness thousands of miles away was about to arrive and was awakening.
She stood tremblingly, staring at herself in the mirror, not daring to move at all, until a crimson brilliance erupted from her eyes.
...
Three crimson rays of light erupted on different high-backed chairs. Klein, who was at the top, scanned it roughly and found that on the back of the chair behind "Justice", an illusory constellation that did not belong to reality was being reorganized, and the bright stars were moving rapidly. , and slowly finalized, outlining the dragon's head and eyes.
He paused for a moment and saw, as expected, that the colors deep in the "Justice" aura blended into one, becoming pure and quiet, like a lake reflecting things clearly.
She has indeed become an Extraordinary... Klein nodded imperceptibly and tapped his fingers on the long table three times to calm the emotions of the three of them.
"Congratulations, Miss Justice, you will be an excellent 'audience'."
Audrey was not surprised after being seen through, and said with genuine joy:
"This is all thanks to you, Mr. Fool, and of course, thanks to Mr. 'The Hanged Man'."
Alger Wilson, who was sitting across from him, nodded in greeting, then looked expectantly at the table in front of him, his head lowered.
Since Mr. "Fool" convened the gathering again as scheduled, it means that the "mysterious god" believed in in the southern continent, for whatever reason, has recognized the value they can bring to him, and will inevitably reveal more. information, or resources.
As for why a god who existed before the Fourth Age would be interested in these low-sequences, Alger had already found the answer for himself.
"Gods don't need reasons."
Klein glanced at the "Magician" who was still as silent and fearful as last time, smiled and said:
"What you talked about last time was very helpful for me to re-understand the world."
He tapped his fingers on the table and gently pressed down, speaking in a controlled tone:
"But a thousand years can change too many things. This era is developing all the time. Even for me, it is quite difficult to understand everything about it. For example, Roselle you mentioned before, he and His inventions and creations are like a fog blocking my eyes. I heard that he left some notes, does any of you know?"
Alger, who was bowing his head to listen, became energetic. He glanced at his side with his peripheral vision and found that the "magician" who was a believer of the "God of Mystery" was about to make a move. He simply said first:
"Dear Mr. Fool, I can present you with Emperor Roselle's notes..."
He did not mention that no one could decipher Roselle's notes, but deliberately lowered his head that he raised in response to "The Fool's" question, as if he was hesitating.
Are you worried that I won't be able to decipher the notes after I get them, or do you want to use the notes to pray for blessings?
Klein's eyebrows hidden behind the thick gray fog slightly raised, and he decided to take a gamble.
"I believe in the principle of equal exchange. If you give me notes, I can answer a question of equal value to you."
Of course, whether or not to answer this question as to what constitutes equal value must definitely belong to Mr. "The Fool" with the final right of interpretation.
Alger swallowed, and his hands hidden under the table trembled slightly. He thought for a while before continuing:
"Thank you Mr. Fool for your kindness and generosity. I will try my best to collect the notes you need."
"I will too." Audrey, who had been watching the transaction independently from the conversation, said briskly.
She used to be obsessed with occultism. Even if she didn't keep documents like Roselle's notes, the noble children who shared her hobby would always collect them.
I remember Gray Linte mentioned that Miss Hunter has a lot of precious historical information. Maybe I can ask her?
Audrey had a deep impression on that young lady who was always cold, different, and as delicate as a doll.
Viscount Hunter will have a banquet in just two days. I can ask my father to take me... She decided secretly.
"Very good." Klein looked at the two members who had responded to him. He did not let his joy show on the surface. Instead, he turned his attention to the most critical one among the three. The only one who in reality was related to the "God of Mystery" A "magician" with connections.
Forsi, who had been uneasy since he boarded the gray mist, suddenly felt a chill in his back, but this time he didn't eject and jumped up from the chair.
"Lord, I mean, Mr. Fool," she stammered, "If you need it, I can apply to access the church's collection in the Backlund stronghold database and offer it directly to you."
Retrieve... database?
Klein was stunned by the "Magician"'s words for a second. Then he came to his senses and found that not only himself, but also "Justice" and "The Hanged Man" were also stunned, and "The Hanged Man" His gaze even went to the "Magician"'s face, with complex emotions in his eyes.
"There is no need to make it public," Klein first suppressed the other party's overly proactive thoughts, "There is no need to deliberately publicize my awakening."
Miss "Magician" probably hasn't revealed my existence to the Southern Continent yet, right?
He had previously ignored the status of the gods of this world in the hearts of believers, and couldn't help but feel afraid. After all, there were only two days between Klein Moretti's survival in the divine descending ceremony and the appearance of "The Fool". Even if the Beyonders of the Trunsoest Empire arranged multiple divine descending rituals in the northern continent, he believed that someone like him would There are probably only a few special (unlucky) ones, and they are easy to associate.
"But..." Forsi, who looked like a devout believer just now, was stunned for a moment, his mouth closed but unable to make a sound, "But, I have already reported your awakening to His Highness Zaratul... ...."
Her voice became softer and softer, and finally she shut her mouth completely. Alger, who was staring at the "Magician", also lowered his head in an instant, not daring to breathe. Only Audrey, from the perspective of a bystander, still maintained her attitude. Calm, but not sure what happened.
Zaratul...isn't this surname an ancient nobleman of the Trunsoest Empire? Audrey was deeply confused, and the entire gray fog fell into a deathly silence.
Zaratul...Klein couldn't help but take a breath when he heard this last name. If it weren't for his "Joker" ability, he might have slapped his face and buried his head under the table. .
Even though he had just become an Extraordinary and had only joined the "Nighthawks" for a few days, he had already seen this name appearing countless times with surnames such as Antigonus and Medici in the documents and warning materials issued by the church. Surname.
They represent not only the most powerful fallen families in the Southern Continent, but also angels, living angels!
"I know about this." He almost tried his best to keep his worry and panic out of his voice, and said in an attempt to hide it, "You don't need to tell Him about the rest of the matter."
"good."
Seeing that Mr. Fool had no intention of blaming himself, Fors felt relieved and simply stopped mentioning the incident where His Highness Ambrosius had blessed him and had a spiritual manifestation just now.
Anyway, His Highness the "Planeswalker" who even had his own son printed behind his name in the Holy Scriptures must be closer to the Lord than His Highness Zaratul, and there was no reason for Him to be unclear about things that His Highness Zaratul knew. Maybe even His blessing is a hint from Mr. Fool.
"I will present the notes you need at the next gathering." Forsi hurriedly bowed, sat back on the chair, and said nothing.
He actually stabbed the "secret" angel... Klein only felt a headache.
He wasn't worried about whether he would be burned on the rack by these angels for pretending to be gods. Anyway, he still needed the "secret". When it really got to the point where he couldn't explain it, there must be a way.
But now he really doesn't want to have a relationship with the Southern Continent anymore, especially since the Southern Continent always wants to kidnap him, which is far less loving than the "Nighthawk".
"You can continue to communicate." His thoughts were in a mess, and after achieving his goal, Klein simply stopped hosting and started reading www. uukanshu.net threw the initiative of the party to the three participants and leaned on the back of his chair.
He just happened to want to hear something else to change his mind.
Unfortunately, the aftermath of the oolong just now was still affecting everyone in the palace. After a while, Audrey tried to break the deadlock and took the initiative:
"Mr. 'The Hanged Man', as you can see, I have become a 'spectator', but how should I be promoted next? Is there anything I need to pay attention to?"
Alger's eyes swept over and he thought for a few seconds.
"Generally speaking, newly promoted Beyonders need to be in a stable state to avoid the babble that comes with magic potions and other psychological problems. During this process, you need to meditate frequently, otherwise your thoughts will be subtly influenced by the magic. The medicine changes, and by the time you find out, it may have been replaced by another personality dominated by the medicine."
He asked, "Have you ever heard gibbering?"
This determines what he says next.
"Very few," Audrey answered truthfully, her beautiful eyebrows bunched together, "But I can feel that I am not quite natural when using my extraordinary abilities, as if something is hindering me."
Moreover, Susie is a dog. She is already using the ability of "audience" unconsciously, but even if she hears gibbering, she can't tell me or express it... Audrey is a little worried that she accidentally ate her first She was given a potion as a pet dog. This foxhound that came to her as a gift was one of the few friends she could talk to. She didn't want Susie to lose control silently and become the next noble child. Great conversation piece at parties.
Ps: Roman Ambrosius and Edmund Jason are both original characters in the previous book, they are "Planeswalker" and "Sage" respectively, and their background stories are basically the same.
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Chapter 23 Roman
"This is a normal reaction." Alger did not rush to continue.
"I can exchange the equivalent of gold pounds for this knowledge." Audrey decisively proposed the reward, and at the same time looked at the "magician" beside her who also had a large amount of extraordinary knowledge.
"No, you misunderstood me," Alger shook his head, as if the silence just now was entirely out of embarrassment. "To master the extraordinary power brought by potions, in most cases there are no shortcuts, and there are only very few ways. Ease that burden."
"That means there is still a way?" Audrey asked.
This time Alger nodded, but did not speak. Instead, he cast his gaze on "The Fool", as if he was also waiting for an answer.
In fact, he has a certain understanding of the so-called method. At least he can be sure that such a method does exist. Otherwise, it is impossible for all the extraordinary people in the southern continent to be promoted so fast, far exceeding the normal cycle promoted by the church. There will not be an endless supply of pirates supported by power.
There are very few ways... "The Hanged Man" is meant to mean "acting"?
Klein tapped the edge of the long table with his fingers and said in a relaxed tone:
"It's not about mastering the potion, it's about acting, it's about digesting."
Then, he looked at the "magician" intentionally and nodded slightly.
Instead of trying to save face and explain his "acting" that he doesn't even understand, it would be better to prostitute his "own" believers for free.
Lord...Mr. "Fool" wants me to introduce the acting method to them?
But is this a mission or a simple communication and transaction?
Do you charge money or not? It seems too vulgar to talk about money before God's council, but isn't the rule of the church that every penny counts... She said with some tangle:
"What Mr. Fool means is that each path and each potion corresponding to the sequence has its own corresponding core, and these cores are often expressed in general terms as the name of the sequence. The so-called acting is to combine the sequence name with the sequence The motto summed up by the characteristics can be used as a clue to get closer to the core of the potion, thereby deceiving the spiritual residue contained in the potion. It is like entering a forged invitation into a forged castle, but you must do it and invite it. The appearance, characteristics and corresponding temperament of the guest on the letter match."
Mental remnants... Alger had some vague guesses about what the "magician" shared, but he still couldn't help but frown.
"Are there also mental residues in the low-sequences?"
"Of course," Fors affirmed, "and the low-sequence potion residues are not that intelligent, I mean more dull."
Looking at the two members who suddenly showed doubtful expressions, Forsi suddenly realized that he had subconsciously used a borrowed word invented in the Southern Continent, so he had to stop, recall the time when the teacher was teaching him, and thought about it for a few seconds. Changed to a more popular language and said:
"That is to say, the potions themselves contain spiritual residues, some of which come from unknown pollution, and some of which are the consciousness of the original owner. But just like high-sequences are more bizarre and changeable, while low-sequences are often not mysterious enough, in terms of spiritual residues, low-sequences are Sequences bear more of the influence of high positions corresponding to this pathway, so it is difficult to deceive, and high sequences can avoid risks through screening."
Forsi snapped his fingers and said, "For example, you can inherit the characteristics of an elder in your family, or someone who has a personality similar to yours. It will be more convenient to act this way."
Inheriting his predecessor with a similar personality... Alger's frown almost knitted together.
The so-called "acting" and "magician" explanations allowed him to solve his doubts and have new doubts at the same time.
It seems that the demigods of the Church of Storms are all carved from the same mold except for Mr. Lurmi. Isn't this very convenient for inheritance?
"I seem to understand." Audrey was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and felt that her concern just now was all in vain.
Susie is already instinctively playing the role of the audience!
She probably has a better handle on potions than I do!
If it hadn't been above the gray fog, before she became an "audience", Audrey might have puffed up her cheeks angrily, but now, after a brief period of confusion and shame, she analyzed Su in a rational and emotion-free way. Akane's green eyes lit up again due to her behavior.
"Your answer is very valuable." Alger said simply and calmly.
"Of course," Forsi was not modest and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "After all, this is a gift from God. The knowledge generously given by Mr. Fool, and what Mr. Fool signaled me to impart to you, must be of immeasurable value. "
As he said that, Fors deliberately bowed to the top man. He had just completed the "acting method" for free. Klein, who was in a happy mood, was also willing to watch the show. He nodded slightly and nodded teasingly at "The Hanged Man". .
The acquiescence of the gods blocked all the words that Alger "The Hanged Man" was going to say, and all the words that the veteran pirate captain was going to say in terms of compliments and evasion of repayment were blocked in his throat.
A gift from Mr. Fool... Alger took a deep breath and exhaled the turbid air in his lungs. He expertly drew a few messy lines on his chest, which made Forsight feel friendly.
"Praise Mr. Fool."
"So according to the principle of equivalence, what can I help you with?" he said regretfully and sadly.
"Yes, Miss Magician," Audrey, who was not on their channel, followed suit and raised her hand, "What kind of exchange do you need?"
"Do you still remember my commission from the last meeting?" Forsi put away his unserious look and quickly got into the mood.
"Collect the powerful nobles of Loen - give priority to the conservative party, and the political trends of the Church of Storms and the top military leaders?" Alger quickly recalled.
The latest high-level changes were only a few days ago. The Iron Armored Fleet service replaced the defense lines responsible for several archbishops and high-ranking deacons. At the same time, the church made concessions to the military, making the storm within the navy and the demigod of the "arbitrator" path reached for the first time. Balanced.
Alger thought of this and shook his head imperceptibly.
These are the most superficial information. Even he can know it. There is no reason why the intelligence agency of the Southern Continent does not know more in-depth.
But there was one... He looked up again.
"What have you gained?" Forsi looked at the "Hanged Man" and added, "If you have two or more messages, I will pay as usual in the future, and the method is up to you.
"Unfortunately, I only have one message." When it came to Mr. Fool's interests, Alger did not use his usual methods.
He organized the language a little.
"'Vice Admiral Hurricane' Qilingos and the Church of Storms—to be precise, he should have been secretly in contact with a demigod in charge of naval affairs."
"Hurricane Lieutenant General" Zillinges?
One of the seven pirate generals?
This kind of person is actually still connected with the Church of Storms?
I remember that he defected to the Church of Storms and stole his boss's extraordinary characteristics. He should be of the same nature as Ince Zangwill... Klein's eyes narrowed and he cheered up a little.
"How do you ensure the authenticity of the news?" Forsi couldn't believe this almost impossible statement and asked.
"The commissioning ceremony of the ironclad ship," Alger quickly replied, "Qilingos is on board the Loen sailing battleship fleet, and..."
"And?" Forsi stood up slightly, imitating his live-in friend, placing his hands on both sides of the table and pressing him with his body.
Apart from ironclads, Loen is all sailing battleships. There are several such fleets, and it is impossible to confirm who is in contact with Qilingos, let alone the demigod in charge of overseas bases...
And... Alger watched the scrutiny from the "Magician", watched the curiosity of "Justice", and finally met the indifference of Mr. "Fool".
He was suddenly discouraged.
"I need you to swear to Mr. Fool to keep what I say next secret."
Although no one except Mr. Fool knew his true identity and true face, Alger still added a layer of insurance for himself.
As the two ladies vowed never to leak the secret under the witness of "The Fool", Alger continued:
"Zillinges met with me and he had some leverage over me."
"What did he ask you to do?" Forsi was sitting in a high-backed chair, with blue light rippling in his eyes, and he was using his extraordinary ability to help record the information about "The Hanged Man".
"He wanted me to take him away."
"Take him away?" Forsi felt that the logic of this matter was somewhat contradictory.
If Qilingos really still keeps in touch with the demigod in charge of the navy, he can take the battleship to anywhere, even to the former site of the Storm Lord's Kingdom and the place where the ironclad ship's commissioning ceremony was held - Pasu Island.
Speaking from experience, even His Highness Antigonus and His Highness Zaratul, according to the teacher, would not put too much effort into identifying every participant in a large event. This is unrealistic and thankless.
From this point of view, Qilingers could have gone and come back as easily as he wanted, so why did he go to the trouble of taking the boat of Mr. "The Hanged Man"?
He is a Sequence Seven...
Forsi wanted to look upwards and get inspiration from Mr. Fool, but the god hidden behind the gray mist showed no sign.
The God she believed in was right in front of her, but she couldn't get any help... She had to face what she thought was the most impossible guess.
"Have any Storm demigods been transferred or dismissed recently?"
Only if something went wrong with the demigod in charge of the sailing battleship fleet, Qilingos would take the risk.
"Yes." Alger said calmly, "Deacon Manuel stayed on Pasu Island to report his duties after the ceremony, and Archbishop Lurmi temporarily took over his position, as well as Archbishop Molson. He is old. Also left on Pasu Island."
"Okay," Fors wrote down the three names, "I will confirm the news."
She digested it for a moment, then looked to her side and said in a relaxed tone:
"Miss Justice, is there anything you would like to share?"
She has different ways of dealing with different people.
The daughter of one of the most powerful nobles in Loen shook her head.
"I'm sorry, I can't betray my family and my country. I'm willing to pay you the equivalent of gold pounds, Miss Magician."
Audrey's green eyes were half determined and half apologetic, and she seemed unlikely to be convinced, at least in the short term.
"Okay," Forsi didn't force it. He skipped the topic very naturally and his tone became more relaxed. "For 100 pounds, you can send it to this address."
She skillfully asked "The Fool" for instructions, presented a pen and paper, wrote down the address, and handed it to "Justice" who was sitting next to her.
This scene suddenly felt familiar to Klein. The corners of his eyes twitched slightly and he felt embarrassed at the same time.
The way Miss "Magician" looked just now seemed to be quite similar to the way she defrauded the captain of "reimbursement"...
And she seemed to have this tendency from the beginning. Are all believers of "Mysterious" like this?
If you don't force yourself to work, will you repay the hard work of the church?
Klein counted the time, smiled and sighed.
"That's it for today."
...
Backlund, Northern District, Cromwell Press.
In the editing room, Forsi slowly opened her eyes. The psychedelic crimson color disappeared, but the layers of wings on her back were still stretched out. The feathers flowing with dreamy brilliance dragged on the ground, making the whole room dyed. The colors are unreal.
Forsi didn't dare to turn on her spiritual vision or even use any extraordinary power, but her intuition told her that some force had sealed the room where she was.
"It's not closed, it's just keeping a secret."
The wings coiled behind Forsi suddenly came to life and explained the method of wrapping this house.
"His Royal Highness Ambrosius?" Forsi felt like he was about to faint.
It's so pitiful that she is only a Sequence 8 person, but in just one week, she has met her immediate boss, the boss of the company, and the manager of the next department. This huge impact must be too early for her. !
"I am."
Ambrosius openly admitted his identity, and the matching gemstone necklace on Forsi's chest flew up. The amber stone was stained with a layer of light blue, like an eye, and floated to the opposite side of Forsi. .
"You just boarded Origin Castle, the Lord's Kingdom of God?"
"Yes." Forsi nodded stiffly, but for a moment he didn't realize that there was some conflict between Ambrosius's question and the explanation given by "UU Reading www.uukanshu.net The Fool" just now.
If the "Fool"...the "God of Mysteries" had really contacted his own angel, how could Ambrosius ask such a meaningless question.
"Has the Lord given you any revelation?"
"The Lord has just woken up from his deep sleep and wants to understand the world again." Forsi answered truthfully.
"Get to know each other again?"
The gem dyed light blue sank and floated in the air, and Forsi felt as if he saw His Highness frowning and thinking.
"The Lord is very interested in Emperor Roselle and his notes." Upon seeing this, Forsi took the initiative to continue speaking.
"Roselle?" The gem floating in the air stopped, no longer moving erratically.
Roman Ambrosius, who was sitting in the city of St. Aarons, withdrew his gaze, hesitated for a moment, reached to the side, rummaged through the twisted air, and finally pulled out an old-looking notebook. .
The amber gem dyed blue moved again, casting its gaze towards Forsi's arms.
The bright stars flashed gently, and a simple notebook with only a few pages fell into Forsi's hands.
"Next time, find a way to bring this notebook to the Lord. As for Roselle's diary, you can retrieve it from the database collection at will without reporting it."
The illusory wings disappeared, and the amber returned to honey color. Forsi, who had not yet calmed down, looked down, and his eyes fell on the notes.
This is indeed a very old notebook, but the strange thing is that it is so well-preserved without the protection of any extraordinary power. Compared with the powerful sealed objects collected by the church, the only thing that can be mentioned about it is perhaps the cover. Names barely legible.
"Roman."
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Chapter 24 Azik
"Everything doesn't go as expected..."
When all the crimson color subsided, Klein, who was sitting alone under the gray mist palace, sighed softly.
He looked to his side with feeling, watching as the deep colors in the mottled gray fog suddenly intensified, outlining a slender black figure.
"The honorable name you mentioned before..." Klein smiled awkwardly, crossing his hands for a while and then placing them on his knees.
"Secret" quietly sat on the seat where Forsi had just sat, and spoke first.
"My angels are aware of your presence."
He looked at Klein as if the pause button had been pressed, his eyes flashing with fear, and a smile that could hardly go unnoticed on his face covered by thick gray fog.
"But His sight can't see through here, so don't worry. It's just that you have to come up with a suitable honorary name as soon as possible."
A suitable honorific name... After being prompted by "Secret", Klein's downed brain started to work again. He moved his butt restlessly and frowned.
"But the honorable name..."
The honorary name is a description of the authority and identity of the gods. In addition to being used for the two most basic purposes of preaching and contact, in terms of deeper mystical connections, it is more like an identification code. Extraordinaries who know enough secrets can pass through a Due to the bias in the words used in the title, even if you have never heard the name of this god, you can still vaguely infer his authority and domain.
Perhaps as "Secret" said, he, who is also a "tenant," has the ability to use this gray mist to receive prayers, but in terms of authority, Klein, who is only Sequence Seven, is powerless.
"Can I hear your honorable name?" Klein lowered his posture without hesitation, and there was also some insinuation in it.
Ha... The corners of "Secret's" raised mouth trembled stiffly. He opened his lips slightly and thought for a while. After all, he didn't pronounce the honorary name himself. Instead, he tapped the high key that flashed with the mark of "Apprentice". The armrests of the back chairs suddenly swelled with countless crimson stars dotted in the dome of the Milky Way.
"A fool who does not belong to this era."
"The great master who is farther than the distance."
"Rooted in the ancient mystical gods."
Voices from multiple objects rang out from within the Crimson Star. They were either old or young, and immediately made Klein's mind picture of countless believers praying of different ages and origins, but holding the same faith. Their faces cannot be seen clearly in the picture, but their voices are intertwined, sometimes interfering, sometimes canceling, sometimes overlapping, sometimes resonating, and without exception, they are all calling out a name.
Gradually, this voice becomes clearer in Klein's mind, especially when it resonates. Even if the complicated prayer does not contain any mysterious power, it is enough to destroy a person's spirit. The "mystery" slowly chokes, and thousands of stars dim together. , return to tranquility under the dome.
"It clearly does not contain extraordinary power..."
Klein, who looked ferocious and had facial features squeezed together, covered his head, half complaining and half in pain.
"This is the second lesson," "Secret" remained unmoved, sitting upright on the seat like a clay sculpture. "Once you choose your honorable name, don't think about spreading it widely, otherwise even just praying can destroy your sanity. ."
"You mean, my created honorary name can only be spread on a small scale in gatherings?" Klein rubbed his temples and his facial features gradually relaxed.
Regarding Klein's question, "Mysterious" only glanced at it lightly.
"look at yourself."
...
"A fool who does not belong to this era."
The next morning, at the dining table of the Moretti family, Klein was chewing bread dipped in jam while looking out the window, looking at the rare blue sky, and thinking about his honorable name.
After his attempts and research last night, he found that the "mysterious" first line of the name "The Fool who does not belong to this era" is extremely directional, and at the same time very contradictory. It has strong generality, but its The general applicability is limited to "mysteries" or people who are separated from their own world and time, trapped in the present and unable to return.
As for the second sentence, although Klein has an idea, he is still a little hesitant and has not yet decided.
In fact, the most trouble-free thing is to translate the honorable name of Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun in the "Qin and Han Secret Alchemy Notes" into Luen language, Hermes language and other extraordinary languages, but there are too many uncertain factors in this. , such as the "secret" attitude, such as whether the Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun still exists, and whether such a name will have any bad effects.
Anyway, my divination can't help me at this point... Klein picked up the bowl and took a sip of milk. While swallowing the bread in his mouth, he tentatively kept the "Xindaya plagiarizing Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" plan as the first draft. .
Give it a try first, don't talk about whoring in vain.
"Is there someone knocking on the door?"
At the dining table, Benson, who had finished eating early and was reading the newspaper, suddenly raised his head and looked toward the entrance with some confusion.
Melissa, who was carrying her schoolbag and about to go out, was equally puzzled. She frowned slightly and opened the closed door halfway.
But soon, her expression changed from displeasure and confusion to surprise. She leaned slightly behind her and ran back to the living room, waving to Klein from a distance.
"Klein, this is your teacher, Teacher Azik."
Klein, who still had half a bowl of milk left to drink, couldn't help but be startled. Information about Azik quickly popped into his mind. With the help of his spiritual spirit, he sketched a simple sketch with notes.
Azik Eggers, a faculty member in the history department of Hoy University, has a good personal relationship with Klein's mentor, senior associate professor Quentin Cohen. He is a gentleman with a rigorous academic attitude and a friendly personality.
But few of my classmates at Hoy University knew my address, let alone that I had moved once. How did Azik Eggers find me?
Thinking of this, he didn't have time to finish breakfast and rushed to the entrance. After using his spiritual vision to make a distinction, he brought Azik in. Benson, who was sitting at the dining table, also wisely packed up the dining room and walked into the kitchen. .
"I'm sorry that I'm visiting you at this time," Azik briefly walked around the Moretti family's new house, his words apologetic, "it seems to have disturbed you."
Klein did not show his troubles or confusion, he just shook his head and said:
"No need to be sorry, Mr. Azik, if you really want to talk about it, I missed the interview before and haven't told you and Tutor Quentin yet. I am..."
After being rescued by the "Nighthawks" from the Extraordinaries of the Southern Continent, he experienced so many things that he indeed forgot to return to Hoy University.
But before Klein could finish speaking, Azik, whose eyes revealed a strong sense of vicissitudes of life, shook his head, nodded silently in front of his chest, and said in a deep voice:
"This is not your fault. We heard that you, Welch and Naya encountered misfortune. They... our two students even returned to the embrace of God first."
Klein opened and closed his mouth, and finally said calmly:
"Yes."
"Welch and Naya were killed by terrorists in the Southern Continent. I'm just luckier." There was not much sadness in his tone, but if you look carefully behind your eyelashes, you can still see a deep sadness, "Praise the goddess, praise Gods of steam and machinery, may they rest in peace in the kingdom of their respective gods."
"May they rest in peace in the kingdom of their respective gods." Azik once again drew the crimson moon on his chest piously.
The gentleman with bronzed skin and soft features sighed softly.
"I heard before that Welch got a notebook from the Fourth Age, and I wanted to see if Welch would be willing to lend it to me after you have achieved certain results. I didn't expect that this would happen... .."
It is said that? Klein was immediately alert:
"Mr. Azik, how did you know about the notes?"
When Klein suddenly asked, Azik was stunned at first, then took a breath and recalled for a while.
"I saw Welch at the Dragon Bar that day. He was wrapped up tightly, but he seemed to have forgotten that in addition to his disguised face, his body shape was also very distinctive, so I recognized him without much effort, and then I asked the boss who sold him some notes."
"Have you met the boss?"
"Do you remember what he looked like?"
"Where do you sell things?" Klein spoke quickly, with anticipation in his eyes.
"I can't remember clearly..." Azik's brown eyes, similar to Klein's, flashed with pain for a moment, seeming to say to himself.
That's right, the "faceless man" has the ability to change his appearance. It doesn't matter even if Mr. Azik remembers what he looks like. Besides, they definitely won't stay in the same place. I'm afraid they have already evacuated or hidden... ...Klein sat back with some disappointment, and his body that had just been leaning forward relaxed again.
"But I felt a similar atmosphere again in the Dragon Bar two hours ago."
Klein raised his butt again, as if facing a formidable enemy.
He noticed that Azik used the word "breath". How could ordinary people talk about breath.
"Mr. Azik, what do you mean?" Klein asked dryly.
Azik continued to talk to himself as if he was unaware of his gaffe.
"I feel the same aura as that boss. Even if it's not him, he is someone with the same specialness as him."
The teacher, who was of medium height but gave off a tall impression, cast a searching gaze and said softly:
"Kline, just like you."
...
The orange-red flames expanded and extinguished wildly and erratically in all places that could be ignited. Even every time the flames rose, a paper figure would turn into ashes.
The "faceless man" was hiding in the flames and jumping back and forth, squandering his spirituality as if he was desperate for his life, until...
The giant sword formed by condensation and solidification of shadows carved out a rugged area. The illusory sunlight held the scorching sunlight. Mr. A's eyes shone golden and warm. The armor on his body was filled with blackness. He held the sword in both hands to block the ground. The "Faceless Man" on the run.
"what happens?"
Jerry Zaratul staggered out of the flames and wanted to answer, but his body's instinct overcame his will and he fell to the ground, holding his hands on the ground and retching.
The expressionless Mr. A looked at his feet and repeated:
"What happened to you?"
"Huh...huh, vomit!" Jerry Zaratul grabbed his own throat, forced himself to swallow the cold air that was blocking his throat, and said inarticulately, "Eggs, I saw it. An Eggers!"
"One, 'immortal'?" Mr. A's face, which was more beautiful than a woman's, was frowning. The sunlight behind him swelled obviously, covering up the creeping shadows nearby.
"No." Jerry Zaratul staggered up from the ground, freed his left hand and roughly pulled the wrist of his right hand, and threw an amulet engraved with a wolf head pattern to the ground.
He watched his best sealed item sink into the shadow at Mr. A's feet. The hot amulet was swallowed up by the cold shadow, leaving only wisps of white smoke, and he exhaled in fear.
"I'm afraid not."
"He doesn't seem to be aware of his identity. If it hadn't been for the 'Dream Eater Tapir' that burned my right hand to almost ripeness, I would have reported to the spirit world." He hammered his thigh remorsefully, feeling that he was trying to kidnap the man who was watching. The behavior of a university teacher who seems harmless to humans and animals is simply stupid. "Thank you, Master, for His blessing..."
Mr. A calmly glanced at his almost-dead companion. He did not intend to help calm his emotions. Instead, he faded away the shadow armor and giant sword. Even the sunlight behind him quickly dimmed and disappeared without a trace.
He bit off his thumb and contacted the "Dark Saint" on the spot, trying to contact the only angel he could contact now.
As for why he didn't leave Jerry Zaratul, who might have been exposed, and didn't do counter-divination... Facing an angel, these were all in vain.
About forty seconds later, without warning, a large amount of thick blood gushed out from the section of Mr. A's right thumb, spelling out a line of small letters on the muddy sewer floor. UU read books www.uukｋnshu.net
"Keep a respectful distance, don't worry."
"This is?"
Jerry Zaratul, who had just taken two normal breaths, before he could finish his words, his whole body suddenly convulsed like an electric shock, and he collapsed to the ground again.
With his eyes distracted, he listened to the rushing water in the sewer and murmured:
"It seems that the master of the house wants..."
...
"Mr. Azik, are you saying that you went to the police station and asked for my current address?"
Klein looked in disbelief, but his spiritual intuition told him that this was the truth.
He never thought that Mr. Azik would admit the fact that he was an extraordinary person so easily when faced with his inquiry, but judging from his previous memories, Mr. Azik did not show anything strange.
It was like becoming an Extraordinary overnight just like me... Klein was still a little confused as he tried to digest the information he had just received.
"Wait a minute, Mr. Azik, you said you knew the relationship between the Nighthawks and the police, so you came up with this idea. You want to remind me, remind the Nighthawks?"
In fact, Azik, who had no idea about the relationship between "Nighthawks" and the police, and relied entirely on intuition, did not correct Klein.
"I've noticed some abnormalities happening to me recently," Azik looked at Klein with an erratic voice. "I saw your story in the newspaper and thought it might be related to these abnormalities, so I tried to find a way. I asked for your address and want to see you..."
"It turns out that my guess was right."
He paused, looked directly into Klein's eyes, and conveyed the sadness.
"You, like me, have had your destiny disrupted."
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Chapter 25 Dragon Bar
"You, like me, have had your destiny disrupted."
Azik's worry really affected Klein. He tried hard to control his expression and body, and quietly glanced in the direction of the kitchen. He stopped when he found that Benson had still packed up the table and chairs and was wearing formal clothes, preparing to go out. The topic was changed and he made a pause gesture.
After his unremitting efforts, Benson has agreed to try the upcoming civil service examination. However, this brother, who is quite flexible in worldly matters, also has his own stubbornness and must finish the important work at hand.
Benson, who was neatly dressed, passed by the living room. He raised his top hat unskillfully and nodded slightly. Without interrupting the conversation between the teacher and the student, he walked out gently.
The sound of the door leaf colliding with the door frame came from the entrance. Klein, who kept a smile on his face, instantly collapsed and turned his head worriedly.
"Mr. Azik, what does this mean?"
"What did you see?"
His destiny does not belong here. He replaced the original identity of "Cline Moretti" and walked towards the dangerous single-plank bridge with no way back under the intervention of "Secret". This is something he knows very well.
But listening to what Azik meant, Azik seemed to have discovered the inconsistency in his destiny, and there was also something wrong with his own destiny.
"Maybe I didn't express it clearly," Azik smiled bitterly, "Klein, I can't answer your question, because all I can see now is the difference in your destiny. Extraordinary doors, even some distance away, while I myself..."
"I don't know what happened to me..."
Azik shook his head heavily, his eyes lowered, as if he was lying.
"Have you forgotten, or haven't you seen it?" Klein asked cautiously.
This sentence hit Azik at once. He raised his head and then lowered it in confusion. The corners of his mouth curled up in an imperceptible arc without a smile.
"I forgot, I keep forgetting."
"Actually, before I entered the History Department of Backlund University, I had already forgotten who I was, where I came from, and where I was going," Azik counted the patterns on the floor tiles and said infatuatedly, "Fortunately, I With the admission certificate and identity certificate I have obtained, I will not become a homeless person, but in the years since then, from Backlund to Tingen, I have been trying to find my past and found nothing."
"Out of the instinct left by my body, I like to be close to sunny coasts, cold castles, ancient ruins with a strong historical atmosphere, bookstores, candies... I often go to these places to explore the past, Then as I went out again and again, I slowly discovered that I was different from ordinary people and had some extraordinary powers."
Azik sighed silently, and the smile on his lips finally became more genuine.
"But it's not like there's no progress. At least now I've confirmed similar changes in you."
Forgetting the past is not a good change... Klein touched his back and felt wet.
For him, the most important thing at the moment is the memory of home.
"So..." Klein paused and considered, "Mr. Azik, is there any sign of your forgetfulness?"
"I mean, you have seen similar changes in me, so have you discovered anything, such as how to lose memory?"
Azik's smile dimmed again and he shook his head heavily.
"No, the only thing I can think of is that every time I lose my memory, I am no longer young."
every time? Klein grasped the other party's words keenly.
"Every time..." Azik looked at the sunshine outside the window and squinted his eyes slightly, "Every time I start to dream, I think of the past, which also symbolizes the step towards forgetting the present. journey."
When the professional content was mentioned, Klein quickly looked around, found paper and pen from the living room, and immediately asked:
"What kind of dream was it?"
Azik didn't pay attention to Klein's movements. His slightly squinted eyes were almost completely closed, leaving only warm sunlight in his field of vision.
"Many, many different dreams, dreams from different perspectives, from looking down at the endless corpses and coffins from inside the mausoleum in the dark, to charging at such undead with a three-meter-long lance. Sometimes I am the commander of the undead. , sometimes I am a living person."
"Further a little later, I seemed to have become a lord, and the world was relatively peaceful. I had a rich manor, a beautiful wife and three lovely children. We lived together in the old castle, until the dream suddenly interrupted and I became The homeless people were driven out of the city and walked in the wilderness on a rainy day, cold and hungry."
"Sometimes I dream that I have a daughter. She is the cutest child I have ever dreamed of. She is different from the previous children. She never thinks about extraordinary things and fighting. She has smooth black hair and fair skin, like Her mother always likes to sit on the swing I made, sitting there and asking me for candy..."
Azik's hand was spinning in the air, his fingertips touching the sunlight, gently stroking the particles in the air, as if stroking the long hair of his daughter in his dream.
Suddenly, he withdrew his hand as if he was electrocuted, his slightly narrowed eyes suddenly opened, and he stared fearfully out of the window where the sun was still shining, and then reached out to grab it tremblingly.
"...I remembered that dream. At the end of the dream, I was pushing the swing as usual, but a voice suddenly spoke in my ear. I let go of my hand and opened my eyes again. All they saw was me standing next to the gallows, looking up coldly at the corpses floating above."
Klein, who had given up interpreting the contradictory dreams told by Azik, opened his mouth but could not say anything.
He used his spiritual vision to watch the changes in Azik's spiritual body throughout the whole process, and he could naturally distinguish the other party's sincere and strong emotions, and he could see sadness and reluctance.
The huge contrast in the last dream really caused a big impact on this gentleman.
"I think you may be a person who can be resurrected repeatedly. What you call forgetfulness and dreams are probably the reset of memory after each resurrection and the reluctance to let go of the past life."
Klein tried to express his understanding, but subconsciously he always felt that something was wrong.
"Maybe," Azik raised his palm, revealing Klein's thoughts, "Do you have any other questions?"
Yes... Klein scratched his upper lip in embarrassment, looking very shy.
"I want to know why you went to the Dragon Bar and what exactly you do there. Are you looking for a circle with magical powers?"
He looked at Azik's expression and added quickly.
"Don't worry, I won't tell the Nighthawks, I won't tell the captain about this!"
"No, I'm not doubting you," Azik frowned strangely and then relaxed, "I'm just a little surprised that as a 'Nighthawk', you don't know that the Evil Dragon Bar is an extraordinary material transaction supervised by official extraordinary people. place."
Klein was down for a few seconds, which was a bit unbelievable.
"Officially allowed...extraordinary material trading place?"
Don't the officials least want to see extraordinary things circulating among the unofficial crowd?
Why do you still acquiesce in the existence of such underground trading venues?
Azik cleared his throat and regained the feeling of class again.
"Klein, except for the official who has extraordinary power, doesn't anyone else have it?"
"Sometimes appropriate liberalization coupled with supervision is much better than complete closure and ban."
"As for myself," Azik looked into Klein's eyes and laughed at himself, "I'm afraid of death, and I don't want to provoke those dangerous beings until I find the answer. I went to the Dragon Bar to buy the things I can use. Miraculous potions and materials help me find the whereabouts of my past."
"So you met the person who may have kidnapped me." Klein lowered his body and looked at Azik from below.
"That's right."
"Then you..." He paused.
The reason why Mr. Azik came to find him was because he did not want to expose his own specialness, and he would definitely not bring the "Nighthawk" to identify him.
Seeing Klein's troubled expression, Azik shook his head and smiled.
"I can write down everything I know, or I can draw a picture of that person's appearance. If there's anything you still don't understand, you can come to my house and ask me."
"Remember, just come alone."
...
"Is there only one person?" Dunn carefully browsed the highly restored black and white portrait on the paper, raised his head and asked.
"Yes, according to my informant, he only found one person." Klein looked at Dunn and confirmed again.
Dunn, who was sitting behind his desk, took a breath, put the portrait aside, picked up his coffee and took a sip.
"Our actions that night destroyed the strongholds in the Southern Continent and eliminated most of almost all low-sequences. The only ones who could escape were either 'magicians' like you, higher 'faceless men', and only One by one, they are 'shepherds', who are the envoys of the true Creator. Each of them is a powerful mid-order, and they are also experts in disguise, and your friends can discover their clues..."
Dunn gently put down the coffee cup, glanced at the closed door, and rarely smoked his pipe.
"I believe in your loyalty to the goddess, Klein, and I am willing to believe you and investigate the Dragon Bar, but after this time, you must be responsible for monitoring the status of any of your friends."
"This is the most basic requirement," Dunn slowly exhaled the smoke. "Every Extraordinary is a walking time bomb, including us."
"I will." Klein nodded solemnly.
But soon, he couldn't help but smile, and he didn't know where to put his hands.
"So, Captain, you agree?"
Dunn nodded slightly, stood up and put on the black windbreaker hanging on the hanger. He reached for the pistol with one hand and extinguished the pipe with the other.
"Daly is on duty at Chanis Gate. Go and call Frye and Leonard."
"Okay." Klein turned around and opened the door, then deliberately paused at the door for two seconds.
"By the way, let's inform Luo Yao." Dunn, who was opening the window for ventilation behind him, added.
Klein wrote it down silently, and the corners of his mouth curled up.
"Any more?"
"I'll go get 3-0782 in person." Dunn finally finished all the arrangements.
...
At the edge of the dock area, the carriage was completely dark. The carriage belonging to the "Nighthawk" slowly stopped on the side of the road. Dunn, who was not wearing any disguise, lined up and got out of the car. Several men were covered with signs of being squeezed. , only Luo Yao's coat was wrinkle-free.
"There shouldn't be so many people here..." Leonard complained softly as he took out the shirt that he had finally put away in his pants.
"Sequence Six who are good at disguise and escape," Frye observed the surrounding environment with a low voice, "This number is just right."
Most of the people who come to the Evil Dragon Bar are fans of the occult or simply people related to the extraordinary. The appearance of the "Nighthawk" can easily cause panic, so there must be extra manpower left to maintain order.
"It's a pity that we don't have any means or items that can be used for disguise." Klein adjusted the pistol under his arm and received a slap on his back.
Leonard smiled and said, "Isn't this you?"
"When you are promoted, we will become a team with 'faceless men'. This is rare in the entire church. I envy them to death."
"Maybe we can even steal the captain's position." Luo Yao, who was not very joking, also smiled lightly.
"So we should pay more attention to this operation." Dunn interrupted the joking team members and divided the five people into three groups according to the pre-arranged plan.
He and Frye were responsible for the blockade, Klein and Leonard were responsible for finding the target, and Luo Yao went to notify Swain, the person in charge of the Dragon Bar, to temporarily block the bar.
After re-emphasizing the division of labor, everyone quickly set off. Under Dunn's "face recognition", UU Reading www.uukanshu.net passed the gate guarded by a steam rifle unimpeded and went straight to the trading market.
As expected of an officially controlled trading market, it even has such regulated firearms... Klein's eyes focused on the steam rifle carried by the tall man at the door for two more seconds, and he reluctantly looked through the complicated silver-colored Remove the mechanical mechanism.
In Loen, all guns, including large-caliber shotguns, are legal guns that can be possessed as long as they have a license. Steam rifles are completely exclusive to the military. There are generally only two channels for civilian dissemination, the southern continent or the archipelago colonial garrison. smuggling.
Entering the underground, unlike the "Sleepless Man" and Frye who had adapted to the cemetery environment, Klein unconsciously squinted his eyes and took a few seconds to adapt before returning to normal.
He glanced at the decoration on the ground floor of the bar, from the boxing ring in the middle to the bottles and cans covering the floor.
Beside the various stalls, some people walked around curiously, some looked at them, and some gathered together to communicate and compare prices.
"All the profits here will be given to Swain - one-twentieth of the old guy just now." Leonard, who was separated from the main force, dragged Klein and pretended to be a customer, with a pair of brown glasses on the bridge of his nose. It somewhat helped to cover half of his striking face.
"This is a big deal, and you only need to collect money. The three major churches are really responsible for public security, not just the Church of Storms."
"A hugely profitable industry." Klein agreed, and at the same time, his eyes couldn't help but pass through the crowd, trying to find a spirit with the same aura as his own.
As for the portrait provided by Mr. Azik, although the painting is very realistic and the details are rich enough, for a professional "faceless man", unless it is for digestion, using a face more than once is an insult to his sequence. .
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