Lord of the Mysteries

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Klein turned to the captain's office and saw the door open, and Dunn Smith leaned back against the back of the chair and sniffed the pipe.

Ashes swept, Dunn changed his posture:

"Your state is very good, not like taking a potion."

"This may be the benefit of a thorough digestion and promotion." Klein closed the door and opened the chair to sit down.

Both he and Dunn knew that "playing the law" could not be constrained by the oath and communicated the relevant issues normally, but at this time both of them tacitly did not mention this matter, and they fell silent after one question and one answer.

Klein thought about it and asked:

"Is Lord Sesima left?"

"Yes, as a senior deacon, he has other things." Dunn sighed for a few seconds. "Well, he took away the pair of red eyes left by the old Neil."

Klein asked again and again in amazement:

"why?"

Dunn took the coffee and took a sip, silently for a long time:

"We can't deceive ourselves. The out-of-control team has actually become a monster, and I told you that after the monster dies, there will be some things that are enriched with extraordinary power. If these things are uncontrollable and have various problems, then they must be Seal, um, this is one of the sources of seals, and the rule inside the night is that the items left by the out-of-control team are kept off-site, avoiding stimuli to his companions."

"Understandable rules." Klein took a slightly heavy head.

Suddenly, he was keenly aware that the captain had just missed a possibility, so he asked:

“If the ‘monster’’s death is left behind, the things that enrich the extraordinary power are controllable?”

Dunn looked at him, and the gray eyes were as quiet as the night.

He sighed a bit:

"You don't want to know the answer."

... Klein stunned and suddenly realized a possibility:

Normal monsters will leave extraordinary materials and be used to modulate the corresponding potions.

What is the monster that the loser becomes?

If the things they left behind are controllable, will they be treated as extraordinary materials...

Thinking of this, Klein suddenly had a strong disgust, and couldn't help but retching a few times, and the line of sight became blurred.

This is really a chilly speculation... but it is very likely to be close to the real answer! In a flash, he had a deeper understanding of the words "in order to resist the abyss, must bear the corrosion of the abyss" "is the guardian, but also a group of poor pests against the dangers and madness."

Is this one of the reasons why the church conceals "playing the law"? A certain degree of recycling? But this will make the high-level itself also deviate from the church... Kline’s heart clearly reflects his changing face.

Seeing his reaction, Dunn suddenly smiled and smiled and some of the light flashed in the ashes:

"You can think about it in a good way, and our companions have changed the way to accompany us."

"They are always with us."

As soon as the voice fell, Dunn bowed his head and took the coffee and made it to his lips.

It was another ten seconds of silence. He leaned back and raised his head:

"And you can rest assured that as long as we can collect extraordinary materials from normal sources, we will not do the things you want."

"Well, according to the regulations, you can get a day off when you are promoted, and you should not practice fighting in the afternoon. It is up to you to decide, but you must find someone to tell Gao Wen."

Klein nodded lightly, took a deep breath, and straightened his back:

"Captain, I have finished the mystery course, I want to use the next morning time to learn the skills of tracking, monitoring and so on."

He paused and added a serious expression:

"I want to fulfill the duty of the night as soon as possible."

Dunn gave him a deep look and said:

"You are tougher than I thought, then do what you want."

"Yes, Captain!" Klein got up and drew a red moon on his chest.

............

After leaving the Black Thorns Security Company, Klein did not go home directly to rest, but took the opportunity to take the trackless public carriage to the Azick teacher's home.

Dangdang, Dangdang.

In the crisp bells, Azke in a white shirt and black vest opened the door.

The button of his vest has a gold bracelet with a slanted slant and a pocket watch.

"You don't have to work?" Azick looked at the sky and found that the sun had not climbed to the top.

"Because of some special circumstances, I was scheduled to take a break," Klein explained slightly.

Azke glanced at him, as if he had seen something, nodded and let the road open.

Entering the foyer, Klein put his cane, took off his hat, and followed Azk all the way to his living room.

The living room was decorated with a fireplace, rocking chair, sofa and coffee table, and Klein sat in a familiar position.

Opposite Azke smiled and pointed to the cigar on the coffee table:

"Would you like one?"

"No." Klein resolutely shook his head.

Azke did not persuade him to take care of himself and pick up a cigar to warm up, while asking casually:

"Is things handled in the town of Morse?"

"This must be thank you," Klein said earnestly.

At the same time, he silently spit in his heart:

Mr. Azick, before you lose your memory, you must have left a lot of wealth for yourself. Otherwise, a faculty member who is not even an associate professor can enjoy cigars often?

When the other party focused on the opportunity to play with the cigar, he volunteered:

"Mr. Azick, I have one thing I want to ask you."

"What?" Azk asked without looking up.

Klein slowed down and organized the language:

“One of my colleagues lost control and became a monster. I want to know if his soul is also polluted?”

He did not know whether Mr. Azke understood the meaning of losing control, so he prepared the corresponding explanation and description and waited for the other party to ask questions.

Azick stopped his movements, raised his head, and looked at Klein.

"There is no doubt about this."

"In a similar situation, you have to discern carefully. If the direct cause of his loss of control is the temptation of a demon or a demon, try to avoid psychic, which is likely to bring you a fatal danger."

"I understand." Klein gave a sigh of relief.

When he was at the old Neil's house, he was not stable enough, he forgot the psychic, and Dunn Smith did not remind him that he missed the opportunity completely.

Now I want to come, the captain is not forgotten, but deliberately did not mention ... Klein thoughtfully silent for a few seconds.

He did not entangle the matter and turned to the previous encounter:

"Mr. Azick, I tried to divinate the source of the haunted incident in the town of Morse, and saw a pyramid tomb that stood upside down. My companion told me that this is a symbol of death, it is his The glory of the descendants."

Azick just put down the match, picked up the cigar cutter, and suddenly squatted there, for a long time no action.

He sat back and sat against the back of the sofa, his expression fainting.

After a while, he opened his mouth slightly:

“This gives me a familiar feeling, but it doesn’t remind me of more things.”

“Unfortunately,” Klein exclaimed sincerely.

He also thought that he could further awaken Mr. Azick's memory with the enlightenment gained from that divination.

Azick cut the cigar cap and shook his head and smiled:

"If it is very easy to remember the past, I think I have found a way to get rid of fate."

"Of course, I must be grateful to you, thank you for always remembering me."

He thought about it and said:

"Right, I will leave Tingen recently."

“Why?” Klein asked in vain.

Isn't it good to find out the black hands behind me who are influencing my destiny and stealing your child's skull?

Azick took a cigar and sighed and explained:

"The target may have noticed my concern and tracing. There has been no movement during this time, so I have no clues. Therefore, I intend to temporarily leave Tingen and go to Beckland. On the one hand, I will take the opportunity to find me before I lose my memory. The traces of the next, on the other hand, let the target relax and be vigilant."

Also, Mr. Azick’s latest amnesia is near Beckland University... Unfortunately, there is no way for me to check my red chimney house... Klein’s focus is:

"I will pay close attention to this matter. Once the target has acted and is exposed, I will inform you immediately."

"Well, Mr. Azick, how can I notify you in time?"

In Klein's thoughts, if Azick is a descendant of death, or has some connection with death, then his power type should be close to the "collector" sequence, and there must be a way to make something similar to "Delly messenger." "Things."

In other words, this can prove from the side whether Azick is related to death and whether it belongs to his descendants.

Azke took a cigar and thought about it for a dozen seconds, removing a piece of jewelry from the left cuff.

This is a delicate, old copper whistle with many exotic patterns that make it full of mystery.

"This is an item that I carry with me when I wake up in Beckland. You can summon a messenger that belongs to me if you blow it." Azick pinched the copper whistle and explained in detail .

So many years have passed, can this copper whistle be used? Is this a magic item? Klein was both surprised by this matter and was delighted to prove indirectly that Mr. Azick had a certain connection with the **** of death.

Looking at Klein, Azick put the copper whistle to his lips and started the demonstration.

He slammed the gangs on both sides and blew it.

There was no sound in the room, but Klein felt cold and cold in an instant.

He quickly twirled the left tooth and saw one after another on the floor next to it, and the white bone was thrown out, forming a strange fountain.

A few seconds later, there was an illusory monster in the living room.

It consists of white bones, with a dark flame in the eye sockets, nearly four meters in height, and is looking down at Klein, which is less than one meter and seventy-five.

Seeing the other side almost wearing the ceiling, Klein flashed a thought:

"Mr. Azick, will your ‘message’ be too exaggerated?”

Azick didn't notice his thoughts at all, smiled and said:

"After giving the letter to it, blow the copper whistle again, and you will end the call, and it will soon send the letter to my hand in a secret way."

After that, Azke shook his wrist and threw the old copper whistle opposite.

Klein explored with his right hand and grasped it accurately. He only felt cold and soft.

Thanks to the "Clown" potion... He silently sighed, wiped the whistle, and blew it.

Silently, the huge messenger collapsed into a skeleton and smashed into the floor.

............

The Tassok River runs through Beckland and leaves numerous marinas here.

Alger Wilson was wearing the priest's robe of the Storm Church and walked slowly down the liner.

He saw people coming and going on the docks, and countless porters were sweating, and the scene was warm and embarrassing.

"Long gone, Beckland." Alger said silently.