Lord of the Mysteries

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In the cold and chilly hall, Klein suddenly shuddered and took back his sight. He said to the bodyguard:

"Let's go back."

Judging from the performance of the Aziz copper whistle, most of the innermost rooms have horrible evil spirits. The danger is very likely to be in the "secret master" Rosago and "the hurricane lieutenant" Qilingus It... It has been smashed for hundreds of thousands of years, and may already be equal to the high sequence. If it is not its power to reveal the difficulties of the room, I am already a dead person... even if the bodyguard is a leader in the sequence 5, I add She also has little hope of turning over... The person must have self-knowledge, can not be tempted by the "treasure" of suspected extraordinary characters and magical items... Greed often leads to death... Klein quietly finds reasons and persuades himself.

The young bodyguard looked at him sideways and looked in with no emotion:

"Then?"

after that? Klein quietly licked his teeth and considered the language:

"Let Miller Carter call the police, who knows when the evil spirit can get out of trouble, can solve it as soon as possible, and solve it as soon as possible, no, no, Mr. Carter knows very little, in such a way, the police will not pay enough attention to it. The first people to explore and inspect will be devastated, and may even help the evil spirits to get rid of the shackles. Also, seeing such a statue, my detective may be ruined... forehead... you have seen the bones in the room and Is it spiritually radiant?"

The young bodyguard re-applied her gaze to the dark squat after the half-opening stone door, and the position was very small.

Klein thoughts electric turn:

"I guess those are the bodies of the previous explorers. They were killed in the room by the evil spirits. The extraordinary ones left behind the magical items, which may be related to the Viscount family who originally lived in the outer house. I intend to ask. Know their last names, go to the library to find information, and find their descendants to see if they can get useful clues."

"When the initial situation is determined, I will make a choice depending on the severity. I may get some explosives, destroy the door, prevent others from coming in, or send an anonymous letter to the police department to describe in detail the existence of evil spirits. However, this must be You have to think ahead and avoid the risks."

"This is not too urgent, you can take it slowly."

The young bodyguard listened quietly, looking straight ahead, and said in a tone:

"Don't you consider organizing people to purify that evil spirit?"

"Even if there are no magical items left behind, it is only precious that the remaining parts of the evil spirits are dissipated."

The first time I saw you saying so much... Probably... Klein replied without hesitation: "The risk is too high, I think my life and health are more important."

He organized the language and added:

"The most powerful person I know is you, and from the performance just now, you don't seem to be the opponent of the evil spirit. I can't imagine it. In addition to the police, there is still a way to solve it."

The bodyguard turned around and the pale face was slightly transparent.

"You still have reason." She calmly and indifferently evaluated a sentence, then drifted to the exit of the ancient hall.

In addition to being suspected of being influenced by the "real creator," where is my madman? Klein whispered, carrying a lantern and a cane, followed closely behind the bodyguard, and throughout the process, he always felt that he was staring at the cold eyes in the dark road.

It was only when I walked out of the stone door that had an ancient atmosphere that this feeling dissipated.

Klein turned his body, closed the door, and sealed the inverted candlestick, the knife-like brand and the evil six-god statues, allowing them to continue to "sleep" in the darkness and silence that remained unchanged for thousands of years.

After taking the dust on the clothes, he changed the horse's lamp to his hand and then quickly returned to Miller Carter's basement, and the bodyguard lady had habitually disappeared into the air.

Miller Carter was walking in the basement and saw Klein coming out and asked:

"How? What is the situation inside?"

Klein had already thought about his words, showing his fearful expression:

"Very bad, there are a lot of snakes, and many places have collapsed. I plan to collect some information, find people, be prepared, and do a second exploration. During this time, you better not send people in. Believe me, the snake is more than you think."

The old gentleman Miller took a light breath and asked with a little fear:

"Do they swim over?"

“Do you have a professional who knows how to deal with snakes?”

Klein immediately nodded: "I will find someone to cooperate and try to handle this matter. It is a cold autumn. The snakes are not willing to move. As long as you don't send people into it and disturb them, there will be nothing."

"Okay, please as soon as possible, I will close this door during this time, and let no one go in." Miller heard a little, relaxed a little.

Klein saw the real but not all of the words, grabbed the employer, and put down the lantern, pushing the Phnom Penh glasses:

"Next, I will collect some information, first to figure out the layout of the underground building and then explore."

"This requires you to tell me which of the original owners of this house is."

Miller bought the building for the name of the former aristocratic industry, and immediately replied:

"The Viscount Pound."

"What do you know about him and his family?" Klein asked for a professional attitude.

Miller thought about it:

"I don't know much. I only know that they are the titles won in the War of Oaths. They have had a great time, but I don't know why I suddenly fell down decades ago. I lost the heirs in succession. I can only find relatives. To retain the title, and the new Viscount of Pound is a, huh, huh, in short, he squandered most of the property, was reduced to the baron by the king, he should still be in Beckland, but may be bankrupt at any time."

The war of oath? The war of vows that began in 738th in the fifth century? The graduated history department student Klein recalled the corresponding knowledge.

The war more than 600 years ago was a war involving religion. The southern Kingdom of Fenetport originally believed in the goddess of the earth and the **** of knowledge and wisdom, but under the influence of certain factors, the two The church has a serious confrontation, and believers often clash.

The two neighbors to the north, the Kingdom of Lun and the Kingdom of Intis at that time seized the opportunity to protect the freedom of belief and open the war. Later, the Fusak Empire joined in an attempt to destroy the plots of Lun and Intis. However, it still failed to reverse the situation and suffered a failure.

As a result of the war, they were located at the junction of Luen and Fenetport, and the countries of the borders of Indis and Fenetport, such as Lenberg, Maxi, and Segal, were independent, with the **** of faith and wisdom. Lord, there is only the Mother Earth Church inside the Kingdom of Fenetport.

Because both sides of the war accused the opponent of abandoning the "sacred vows" at the end of the Quaternary, the conflict that lasted for five years was called "the war of oaths."

After that, the Northern Continent had more than 300 years of peace, which is not to say that there is no conflict between countries, but there is no longer a large-scale war, which continues until Russell invented the steam engine, improved the sailboat and artillery.

This is what is recorded in the history textbook... Now think about it, since it involves faith, there must be an extraordinary person in the church, and there must be a fierce and extraordinary war in the dark... However, it was said to be an extraordinary era at that time. The number of extraordinary people is not much... small team battle? The Pound family suddenly fell down decades ago, losing the heirs in succession. Will it be related to the discovery of the ancient building on the ground? Klein asked thoughtfully:

"So, do you know where Pound lives from the Baron?"

"Sorry, I don't know." Miller shook his head slightly.

Klein asked a few more words and saw that he could not get more information, so he left and returned to No. 15 Minsk Street.

At this time, nearly half past five, the sky was dark and dark, just like the night, Klein thought that the public libraries should have been closed, so temporarily put down the underground building and prepare dinner for themselves.

He originally wanted to learn from the recipes in the newspaper, and he made a fee for the noodles. The result was a noodles mixed with meat and sauce. The taste was unexpectedly good.

After eating and drinking, Klein threw a coin at his disposal. Whether divination should be alarmed or not, he got an answer that should not be.

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

Beckland at night is as quiet as other cities, at least in the Jowood area.

Klein was sleeping very sweetly, ambiguously squatting in different dreams. Suddenly, he was amazed and deeply aware that he was dreaming.

Someone invaded my dream? Kleinke suppressed the frowning impulse and pretended to look around in confusion.

He found himself in a hot yellow desert.

There was a bang in the sky, and a huge monster in black and gold flew.

This monster has a stout lizard-like body with a pair of broad wrap wings behind it, which is getting lower and lower, covering the sun in the sky.

A dragon! Powerful dragon! Klein saw the scales of the size of the dish, saw the huge mouth with pure light, and saw two dark gold mullion.

Roar!

This dragon spits out the light, covering all the light, and the vast desert is annihilated.

In the light, a figure jumped into the air.

He is three or four meters high, but he doesn't have a giant vertical eye. He has a handsome, young face and is wearing a black body full of blood.

The giant-like knight waved a broad sword from the bottom up, countless white and purple flames condensed into a gun, and shot the dragon in a dense way. He seemed to have a whole army of illusory extraordinary people in coordination. Combat!

In the meteor fire, the giant knight jumped to the top of the dragon and made a slashing action.

The image of the road that he had dragged out instantly overlapped, and the sword light became the lightning of the intersection.

Snapped!

The earth is shaking wildly, the dragon has fallen, and the blood is dark gold.

At this time, the picture suddenly changed, showing a **** door, the **** door that Klein saw in the oldest building in the afternoon.

With a bang, the **** door opened a gap, allowing people to glimpse a black high-back chair.

Sitting on a high back chair with a normal size man, he lowered his head, quiet and dead.

The angle of view is getting closer and closer. Klein sees the man's dress. He seems to be the knight who killed the dragon. He still wears black armor like blood!

The only difference is that he is no longer three or four meters high.

At this moment, the man suddenly raised his head, and there was a horrible trace of a piece of rotten bone on the young and handsome face, and the eyes were cold and ruthless.

Klein was shocked, and Horan woke up from his dreams, blinking and seeing the blushing moonlight through the curtains.

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