The Lord Of The Mysteries

The Chapter 170

Klein turned towards the Captain's office and saw that the door was wide open. Dunn Smith was leaning back in her chair, sniffing her pipe.

When Dunn swept her gray eyes at him, she changed the posture of her seat.

"You seem to be in good shape, unlike someone who has just consumed the potion."

"This might be the advantage of digesting the potion completely before leveling up." Klein closed the door behind him and sat down.

He and Dunn both knew about the "acting method", so their vows did not deter them from talking about each other's "acting methods. They could brainstorm about it, but the two of them did not talk about it with a tacit understanding. They fell silent at the same time after the exchange.

Klein thought and asked, "Has His Majesty gone?"

"Yes, as a high-ranking deacon, he has other problems to take care of." Dunn thought for a moment. "Oh, he picked up the pair of red eyeballs that were left after Old Neil died."

Klein was surprised and confused.

"Why?"

Dunn took his coffee and sipped it. He replied after a long silence, "We should not lie to ourselves. A Rampager has actually become a monster, and as I said before, monsters leave things rich with Beyonder power after they die. "Can't be controlled, they must be sealed. Yes, it is one of the most common origin of Sealed Artifacts. According to the internal rules of the Nighthawks, the items left behind by the Rampager need to be stored elsewhere, so that they win." t trigger their partner."

"Logical rules." Klein nodded heavily.

Suddenly, he sharply realized that the Captain had missed something. So, he asked curiously, "What if the abandoned item can be controlled?"

Dunn looked at him, her gray eyes deep like a quiet night.

He sighed and said, "You don't want to know the answer."

Klein was startled before he suddenly realized the possibility.

Normal monsters left behind Beyonder ingredients that could be used to make potions.

But what about the Rampager who turned into a monster?

If they left behind controllable items, would those items be used as Beyonder materials?

Upon realizing that, Klein suddenly felt a strong sense of disdain. He could not help but turn to vomit. Even his sight suddenly became blurred.

This is a frightening theory.But this is an answer that most likely approaches the truth! At that moment, he had a deeper understanding of sayings like "To fight against the bottomless pit, we must bear the ravine's damage," and "We are the guards, "We are the guards, but also a group of unfortunate people who are constantly fighting against threats and madness."

Is this one of the reasons why the Church hides "acting methods"? So that they can recycle a certain number of their own members for spare parts? But this would make the members of the upper echelon reject the Church. Klein's face clearly reflected his changed expression.

Upon seeing his reply, Dunn suddenly laughed. There was a twinkling light in his gray eyes.

"Think about it on the brighter side, you can think of it as our teammates watching us in different forms. They'll be with us forever."

After saying that, Dunn lowered her head, took her coffee, and brought it to her mouth.

After nearly twenty seconds of silence, he lifted his head and said, "And you don't have to worry. As long as we can find the source of the Beyonder ingredients, we won't do what you think.

"Alright, according to the rules, you will have a day off because you have just advanced. You can decide whether you want to go to combat training this afternoon or not, but you have to tell Gawain in any way."

Klein gently nodded. Taking a deep breath, he straightened his back and said, "Captain, I have completed mysticism lessons.I want to use my morning to learn techniques like tracking and monitoring."

He paused and added with a serious expression, "i want to immediately fulfill my full duty as a Nighthawk."

Dunn gave him a sharp look and sighed.

"You're tougher than I imagined. As you wish."

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

…

After leaving the Blackthorn Security Company, Klein did not return home to rest, but instead, took the opportunity to take the train without a trace to Azik's place.

Ding dong, ding dong.

As the doorbell rang clearly, Azik opened the door with a white shirt and a black vest.

There was a gold watch chain hanging in his vest pocket.

"Do you not have to work?" Azik glanced at the sky and realized that the sun had not yet risen to its peak.

"i actually have most of the holidays because of some special circumstances" Klein explained faintly.

Azik looked at him and seemed to realize something as he nodded and paved the way for Klein's entry.

In the hallway, Klein put down his cane, took off his hat, and followed Azik into the living room.

The living room is comfortably equipped with a fireplace, rocking chair, sofa, and coffee table. Klein sat down in his usual place.

Azik sat across from Klein and pointed to the cigar on the coffee table.

"Do you want one?"

"No." Klein shook his head strongly.

Azik did not try to persuade her as she lit a match and lit one of the cigars. At the same time, he asked casually, "Have you solved the problem in Morse City?"

"I must thank you for that," Klein replied sincerely.

At the same time, he secretly railed, Mr. Azik, before you lost your memory, you must have left a considerable fortune to yourself. Otherwise, how could a teacher who was not even a professor be able to enjoy cigars so often?

As Azik fiddled with his cigar, Klein brought up the problem.

"What's that?" Azik answered without raising his head.

Klein stopped and arranged his words.

"One of my comrades lost control and became a monster. I wonder if his spirit is contaminated?"

He was not sure if Mr. Azik knew the meaning of "losing control", so he prepared an explanation, just in case.

Azik stopped what he was doing and raised his head to look towards Klein. He nodded heavily and said, "No doubt. You have to be very careful in such situations. If he loses control due to the temptation of a god or an evil demon, try not to contact his spirit.life-threatening danger."

"i understand." Klein sighed in disappointment.

While at Old Neil's place, he was too emotional and forgot to contact Old Neil's spirit. Dunn Smith did not remind her at all. Therefore, he missed the opportunity completely.

Now that I thought about it, the Captain did not forget but deliberately avoided talking about it. Klein fell silent in his mind.

He did not think about the topic and instead mentioned his previous meeting.

"Mr Azik, I'm trying to figure out the origin of the Morse City paranormal incident.I finally saw an inverted pyramid that extends underground. My teammates told me that it was a symbol of Death. Only his descendants would receive such an honor. "

Azik put down the match and took the cigar cutter when he suddenly became dazed. He didn't move long enough.

He leaned back into his chair and put on an unusual grim expression.

After a while, he said in a deep voice, "It gives me a very familiar feeling, but it seems like I don't remember anything."

"I'm so sorry." Klein sighed sincerely.

He imagined that he could use the revelation obtained from his prophecy to further jolt Mr. Azik's memory.

Azik cut off the cigar lid, shook his head, and smiled bitterly.

"If it's something that can be remembered easily, I think I've long since found a way to escape my fate. Of course, I must thank you for your kindness. Thank you for remembering me all this time."

She thought for a moment before adding, "Oh, and I will be leaving Tingen in the near future."

"Why?" Klein asked in surprise.

Didn't we say that we would find the manipulator behind the scenes, the one who influenced my fate, and steal your son's skull?

Azik held onto his cigar and sighed before explaining, "Target probably paid attention to my attention and investigation. He hasn't taken any action recently, leaving me without a clue. So, I thought of leaving Tingen for a while. and going to Backlund. In a way, I can take the opportunity to search for the traces I left behind before I lost my memory. On the other hand, my absence might make the target lower his vigilance."

Exactly right. Mr. Azik's last memory loss was around Backlund University. It was a pity that you could not replace me, looking for a red chimney house .. Klein nodded solemnly and said,

"I'll watch this carefully. Once the target takes action and exposes himself, I will tell you immediately.

"Hm. Mr Azik, how am I going to tell you about things at the right time?"

Klein had the idea that if Azik was a descendant of Death, or if he was associated with Death in some way, his strength would be something similar to the Order of the Corpse Collector. He must have had a way to summon something like Daly's emissary.

In other words, this could confirm whether Azik was really related to Death or the descendants of Death.

Azik sucked his cigar and thought for almost twenty seconds. He took out an ornament from his left arm.

It was a complicated but old copper whistle. There were many unique patterns that filled it with a mysterious aura.

"This is something I had with me when I woke up in Backlund. When you blow it up, you'll call my emissary." Azik was holding a copper whistle as he explained in detail.

After all these years, this copper whistle could still be used? This should be magic stuff, right? Klein was surprised and delighted that he had indirectly proved that Lord Azik was related to Death.

Azik glanced at Klein, then he put a copper whistle into his mouth and demonstrated it.

His cheeks bulged as he blew with all his might.

Nothing was heard, but Klein suddenly felt gloom and cold.

He quickly tapped on his left molar and saw that there were opaque white bones being thrown off the ground, one after another, forming a strange fountain.

After a few seconds, there was an illusionary monster in the living room.

His body was made of white bones, and there was a dark flame shining in his eye sockets. It was nearly four meters tall, and towered over Klein, whose height was not even 175 cm.

As he watched his head almost tear the ceiling apart, Klein suddenly thought, Mr Azik, aren't your messengers a little?

Azik did not share that thought at all. He smiled and said, "After you give the letter to him, blow the whistle again to end the summoning. Then, it will send the letter to me very quickly, in secret."

After which, Azik shook his wrist and threw the old copper whistle across the room.

Klein stretched out his right hand and caught it accurately. He felt cold but light.

Thank you Clown potion. He wiped the whistle and blew it hard.

Secretly, the great envoy shattered apart as the opaque white bones sunk underground.

…

The Tussock River flows through the Backlund and its harbors are scattered around the area.

Alger Wilson wore the long priestly robe of the Church of the Lord of Storms as he walked down from the passenger ship slowly.

He saw people pacing around the harbor with countless port workers sweating under the sun. It was a crowded yet noisy sight.

"For a long time, Backlund," muttered Algeria to himself.