The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 262's

In the cold and gloomy hall, Klein suddenly shivered. He retracted his gaze and said to Miss Guards, "Let's go back."

From the way the Azik copper whistle reacted, it seemed like the room contained a terrifying evil spirit. The level of danger is most likely to be above Nimblewright Master Rosago and Rear Admiral Hurricane Qilangos.

Perhaps it was already on par with High Order Extreme. If not for having difficulty in letting her strength out of the room, I would have been dead already, there is no hope for us to turn the tide of the battle with our powers combined. I could not be captivated by the characteristics of the suspected Beyonder and the mystical items left there. Greed often led to death.

Miss Guards turned to look at him. Without much emotion in his eyes, he asked, "What happened next?"

The continuation? Klein secretly gritted his teeth and said thoughtfully, "Let Millet Carter get the police. Who knows when this evil spirit will escape. It is best to get it done as soon as possible. No, it's not gonna work. Mr. Carter doesn't know enough. By notifying the police in this way, the police department would not pay enough attention to him. The first group of people who come to explore this place will suffer many casualties, and they may even indirectly help the evil spirit escape its restraint. Also, for me to see these statues, a detective like me might be silenced ... Uh... Do you see the bones and spiritual light in the room? "

Miss Guards once again directed her gaze to the dark path behind the open stone door, and slightly nodded her head.

Klein thought quickly and said, "My guess, this is the corpse of the previous explorers. They are killed by an evil spirit in the room, and one of the Beyonder leaves behind some mystical objects. This may have something to do with the viscount family living outside this place.I plan to inquire about their last names, go to the library, and search for information about their descendants. Maybe, I might get some valuable clues.

"After coming to the initial confirmation of the situation, I will make a choice based on the severity of the situation.I might get some explosives, destroy the door, or send an anonymous letter to the police, detailing the whereabouts of the crime. However, I had to think of a way to avoid the risk beforehand.

"It's not too urgent. I can take my time."

Miss Guards quietly listened to what Klein said. Looking ahead, he said in a delicate voice, "Are you not considering getting people to banish this evil spirit?

"Even if no mystical items are left behind, the remains after the evil spirit disappears are still quite precious."

It's the first time I've seen you speak so much.Maybe Klein replied without hesitation, "The risk is too high. I think my life and health are more important."

He arranged his words and added, "The most powerful person I know is you. And from your appearance just now, you don't seem to fit in with that evil spirit.I can't imagine any other way to solve it, other than calling the police."

Miss Bodyguard turned around, her pale face somewhat translucent.

"You still have common sense," he calmly commented, then floated towards the exit of the ancient hall.

Besides being suspected of being under the influence of a True Creator, in what way do I look like a madman? Klein secretly railed. He held onto a lantern and a cane and followed behind Miss Guards. Throughout the entire process, he felt as if he was being watched by the cold eyes of a dark corridor.

It was only when they walked out of the stone door that was engulfed in an ancient aura that the feeling suddenly disappeared.

Klein turned around and closed the door, sealing the upside-down candlestick, scuff marks, and the sinister statue of the six gods, allowing them to continue their "sleeping" for a thousand years in unchanging darkness and silence.

Patting the dust off his clothes, he changed the lantern in his other hand and rushed back to Millet Carter's basement. As for Miss Guards, she disappeared into thin air as usual.

Millet Carter pacing back and forth in the basement. When he saw Klein come out, he hurriedly asked, "How is it? How's the situation inside?"

Klein had long since thought of a reason as he said with a terrified expression, "Gruesome, there are many snakes there, and many places have collapsed.I plan to gather some information, gather some energy, gather some energy, and after the preparation is finished, do the exploration again. During this period of time, you should not send anyone in. Believe me, there are more venomous snakes in there than you can imagine."

Millet gasped and asked in fear, "Are they going to creep out?

"Did you know there are experts who can handle snakes?"

Klein immediately nodded. "i will ask people to help and try my best to deal with this matter. It is now cold autumn, and the snake does not want to move. As long as you don't send anyone to disturb them, nothing will happen. ."

"Okay, please hurry. I'm gonna shut this door and keep anyone from getting in." Hearing that, Millet relaxed a little.

When Klein saw that his master was really intimidated by what he said, he quickly put down the lantern, nudged his gold-framed glasses and said, "Furthermore, I will gather some information. First of all I will get an initial understanding of the layout of the underground structure before I explore it again.

"It requires you to tell me which viscount is the original owner of this house."

Millet bought this building precisely because it was a land belonging to a former noble, so she immediately replied, "Viscount Pound."

"What do you know about him and his family?" Klein asked professionally.

Millet mused and said, "Not much. I only know that he won the title of nobleman in the Breached Battle of the Oath. Ever enjoyed the famous period, but decades later, it suddenly declined for unknown reasons. The family continued to lose its heirs, causing it to eventually have to seek distant relatives in order to retain the title of nobility. And the new Viscount Pound was, heh heh. He wasted most of the family's wealth, and he was demoted to baronetism by the king. He's probably still in Backlund and could go bankrupt at any time."

The Battle of the Oath that was Breached? The Battle of the Breached Oath that began in 738 during the Fifth Age? After successfully graduating as a history student, Klein instinctively recalled the appropriate knowledge.

The war that took place about six centuries ago was a war involving religion. The southern Feynapotter kingdom originally believed in Mother Earth and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, but due to several influencing factors, the two churches began to contradict each other, and their believers often clashed.

During that period, two of its northern neighbors, the Loen Kingdom and the Intis Kingdom, took the opportunity to start a war in the name of protecting religious freedom. In the final stages of the war, the Feysac Empire joins the fray and seeks to destroy the tactics by Loen and Intis. However, they still failed to turn things around.

The five-year conflict is called the Violated Battle of the Oath because both sides of the war accuse their opponents of violating the Holy Oath at the end of the Fourth Age.

After that, there were over 300 years of peace in the Northern Continent. This does not mean that there are no conflicts between countries, but rather, there are no wars on that scale anymore. It lasted until Roselle invented the steam engine and upgraded the sailboat and artillery.

This is the information recorded in the history textbooks.Thinking about it now, since it involves faith, there must be some Beyonders of the Church involved. There must have been an intense Beyonder war. However, it is said that that era was a period with several Beyonder? Could the sudden and persistent disappearance of the Pound family heirs, which occurred decades ago, have anything to do with the discovery of ancient structures underground? Klein seriously asked, "Do you know where the Baronet Pound currently lives?"

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

Klein asked a few more questions, but seeing that he was unable to get any more information, he said goodbye and returned to 15 Minsk Street.

It was almost five o'clock in the afternoon and the sky was still dark as night. Klein thought that the public library would already be closed by then, so he temporarily put aside the underground structure and prepared a dinner for himself.

He wanted to learn to make Feynapotter noodles based on recipes in the paper, but he ended up with noodles mixed with meat, sauce, and vegetables. Surprisingly, it tastes pretty good.

After he was full, Klein casually tossed the coin, predicting whether he should tell the police. He received a negative answer.

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Backlund's night is as quiet as any other town, at least in Cherwood Borough.

Klein was sleeping soundly, wandering through different dreams in a vacillating manner when he suddenly realized, with a jerk, that he was dreaming.

Someone attacked my dream? Klein resisted the urge to frown and pretended to look around in confusion.

He finds himself in a scorching yellow desert.

A roar suddenly came from the sky, and a huge monster dyed in black and gold flew over.

The creature had a thick lizard-like body and a pair of wide wings covered in skin on its back. It came down and covered the sun in the sky.

A dragon! A powerful dragon! Klein looked at the plate-sized scales, a gaping mouth that emitted pure light, and two dark gold vertical pupils.

Roars!

The dragon spat out a beam of light that seemed to envelop everything. Soon, the great swath of desert was obliterated.

Amidst the light, a figure jumped into the air.

He was three or four meters tall, but he did not have the unique vertical eyes of a giant. He had a handsome young face, and he was wearing a black-coloured whole body protector that seemed to be covered in blood.

This gigantic knight swung his sword upwards and countless bluish-white flames, which looked slightly purple, condensed into a long spear. They shot the dragon. It was as if he had an entire army of illusory Beyonders helping him in battle!

Amidst the meteor shower, the giant knight leaped onto the dragon's head, and he swung his sword down.

The shadows he had created earlier instantly overlapped, and the sword rays turned into intersecting lightning.

Pow!

The ground shook violently, and the dragon fell down, splashing its dark golden blood.

At that moment, the scene turned into a huge bloody door. It was the same bloody door that Klein had seen in the ancient building that afternoon as well.

With a screech, the bloody door opened a gap, allowing him to catch a glimpse of the tall black backseat.

A normal tall man was sitting in a high back seat. He lowered his head, silent and silent.

As his vision drew closer, Klein saw the man's clothes clearly. He seemed to be the knight who had just killed the dragon, and he was still wearing a bloodstained black armor!

The only difference was that his height was no longer three or four meters.

At this moment, the man suddenly raised his head. His young and handsome face had terrible signs of decay; his eyes were ice-cold and emotionless.

Klein jumped in fear and woke up from his dream. Opening his eyes, he saw a red moonlight shining through the curtains.