Lord of the Mysteries

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No... Is Mr. Azick the so-called first Baron Ramd? This is the character of 14,000 years ago... No, how sure the person on the portrait is the first Baron Ramd... Klein stared at the painting, and there was a chaos in his mind, like suddenly discovering all the people around him. Become a monster, or the whole world is just a dream of the gods.

He jerked his head up, staring at the yellow-haired middle-aged man in front of him, reaching out and taking the revolver from his armpit, and said:

"This is not an antique. If you don't make it clear, I will arrest you for fraud and sue you!"

He only cares whether the prosecution belongs to the police department. The only purpose is to intimidate the other party and get information!

At the same time, Klein scorned the left teeth twice, turning on the vision and monitoring the emotional color changes of the target.

Huang Fa was shocked in middle age and replied in horror:

"No, I don't know if it's antique. No, I heard it's antique, but I don't understand it. I really don't understand. I don't even know how many words."

His eyes turned and looked around, as if he wanted to call for help.

But at this time, he saw Klein adjust the runner and the trigger and put on a look to kill the suspect in the rebellion.

He brushed his back straight and never dared to look around.

"Where did you get this painting?" Klein asked in a deep heart.

Huang Fa middle-aged lips swayed, pleased to smile:

"Police officer, this is what my grandfather found from the old fort. More than 40 years ago, the outer wall and the second floor room collapsed, and there were some items that were not found by the previous people. Among them, this painting No, no, no, this painting, the original oil painting has been very ruined, and there is no way to save it. My grandfather asked someone to imitate a painting. Well, that is the one you just saw, I have not Lie to you, oil paintings more than 40 years ago can really count as antiques..."

"Then you are sure this is the portrait of the first Baron Ramde?" Kleinbruck slammed the trigger so that the other's eyes did not dare to move.

Huang Fa middle-aged laughed and said: "I am not sure, but I guess it is."

"Reason?" Klein was almost laughed at by the other person's shamelessness.

"Because there is no name on the oil painting." Huang Fa replied in a serious middle age. "Like I was called a rogue, my father was called a curly hair, and only my grandfather was the real Gree."

Klein breathed a sigh of relief:

"What about your grandfather?"

"In the cemetery, he has been buried there for almost twenty years. He is next to my father and was buried three years ago." Huang Fa answered very honestly in middle age.

After asking for a while from another angle, Klein adjusted the pistol wheel in the middle of the yellow hair and put it back into the gun pocket.

Collapsed the police officer's ID, he turned his body in a black thin windbreaker, walked into the hotel with his hands, and silently walked through the faint light in the houses on both sides.

"I don't know if the portrait belongs to the first Baron Ramd... I don't know if the town has the exact history of the castle..."

"But no matter what, the gentleman on the portrait must be an ancient person, at least an ancient man a thousand years ago..."

"He and Mr. Azke are almost identical except for their hairstyles. Is this the so-called reincarnation?"

"In the beginning, Mr. Azick gave up the position of other universities in Bekland and came to Tingen. Perhaps there is a remnant instinct to drive..."

"Well, there is another possibility. For example, the one on the portrait is Mr. Azick, and Mr. Azke is him!"

Thinking of this, Klein was shocked and almost stumbled by the steps ahead.

He took a few steps back and forth under the destroyed gas streetlights, combined with the insights of the information big bang era, and made further analysis based on the previous guess:

"Mr. Azick has become an undead for some reason, such as a vampire, so lived from ancient times to the present?"

"No, there is a vampire with bronze skin..."

"And when I shook hands with Mr. Azick, I could clearly feel his body temperature and felt blood flowing in his body."

"Although he hates the heat of the South, he is not afraid of the sun. He used to be in the hot sun and teamed up with other teachers..."

"Well, there is such a possibility that Mr. Azick’s sequence of potions or other factors has brought him a long life, and the price is to lose his memory! Oh, considering his completely different dreams. Can you assume that his memory loss is cyclical? Every few decades, he will forget the past and get a new life, and that dream is the real life he once experienced... Oh, I seem to see A similar novel..."

"To verify this, you can't do it by divination. You must find the traces of Mr. Azick's life, no childhood, no trace of adulthood!"

Brian, who assumed a careful testimony, began to lean toward his own guess, but the "reincarnation" may not be ruled out for the time being.

He converges on the mess, seriously considering whether to inform the team leader Dunn:

"If Mr. Azick is an ancient extraordinary who has lived for more than a thousand years, his strength will be stronger than I thought..."

"He reminded me that it was goodwill, but after I found his past clues, it would be hard to say whether he would keep goodwill..."

"But Mr. Azick has always been very good to me, and it is not too small to rush to introduce him to the night."

"Call, go to the fog to eliminate the divination once, this is the most important choice for the diviners!"

Klein made a decision and accelerated back to the hotel.

When Dunn and Frye had not returned, he spent 1 Sule and reopened a room.

Entering the room, Klein used the "night powder" to create a spiritual wall, then went four steps backwards, piercing crazy slang and coming to the fog.

The magnificent palace stands quietly, with no changes in the old and mottled bronze long tables and twenty-two high-back chairs.

Klein sat at the top, letting a yellow-brown parchment and a black round belly pen appear in front of him.

He picked up the pen and wrote it carefully:

"You should tell Mr. Azick about Dunn Smith."

Then, he untied the citrine pendant in the left cuff and made a divination.

The answer to this divination is to turn counterclockwise, "should not tell"!

Putting down the citrine pendant, Klein, who has always been thinking from the heart, thought for a few seconds, and decided to change the "dream divination" to try it out.

This time, his divination statement became "the consequence of concealing the relevant things of Mr. Azick inside the night."

Holding the parchment and meditation seven times, Klein leaned back and used meditation to enter the sleep.

He saw himself in the illusory, sly, and detached world, and saw himself struggling to sink in a **** sea.

At this time, one hand reached over and pulled him from the sea of ​​blood, and the master of this palm was the skin color bronze, Azick with tiny black eyes near his ears.

The picture was broken and reorganized. Klein saw himself in a dark, cold tomb, and the surrounding coffins were open.

Azick stood by his side, staring at the forefront, seemingly looking for something.

At this moment, Klein withdrew from the dream and re-visited the illusory, gray, and innocent fog.

"The symbolic meaning of the dream is that if I hide the relevant things for Mr. Azick, I will get his help when I fall into a crisis in the future. Oh, this crisis may be due to the help of concealment... What do you mean by the last picture? I will explore somewhere in the mausoleum with Mr. Azick? Well, the mausoleum may have another symbolic meaning...” Klein crossed his hands and pressed against his chin, interpreting the “dream divination” just now. content.

Combined with the results of the previous spelling method, he has decided not to report his guess to the captain, only to mention that a townsman took out a portrait of the first-born Baron Ramde, which is a history teacher with Hoy University. Zick is quite similar - Klein can't be sure that Dunn will hear about it from somewhere else, so he has to explain it.

Of course, without Azick’s remarks, I don’t know his strange dreams. It’s hard to think of Dunn, who is not familiar with the other party. Klein even suspects that the captain has not remembered the appearance of the Azick instructor. .

Thinking of this, he converged his thoughts and planned to leave the fog, but at this time, he found that the quiet, long-lasting dark red star once again showed a slight contraction and expansion.

Klein was interested in extending the spirituality, and he saw the previous boy who said the giant language and saw him kneeling in front of a pure crystal ball.

The boy still wears a black tights that are different from the styles of the North Continents. His face is vague and distorted, and only the brown hair is faintly present.

He was there, his voice was so painfully and constantly praying.

Klein listened to her ears and, with the help of the giants who finally got started, understood what the other party was saying:

"Great gods, please revisit your eyes to this abandoned place."

"Great God, please let us the dark people get rid of the curse of fate."

"I am willing to dedicate my life to you and please you with my blood."

......

The abandoned place...the dark people...the great gods...Klein silently recited these key words, and suddenly remembered a place that was mentioned by the "downside man":

"Abandoned land!"

Russell’s diary has also been mentioned! He also sent a fleet to look for, but did not gain... Klein's eyes were awkward and he didn't know if his guess was correct.

He tapped the edge of the bronze long table, and after three times, he made a decision, extended his right hand, and touched the illusory dark red star.

The crimson burst out immediately, and the light was flowing.

PS: There is one more after a few minutes.