Chapter 668: The Eternal Hatred

Above the gray mist.

Klein sat on the high-backed chair of The Fool, spreading out his spirituality, flocking to the crimson star representing the Chariot, which was rising and shrinking.

"Mr. Chariot has been very active recently. A few days ago, he dealt with a lowly evil god. What did he provoke tonight?"

With a relatively relaxed mood, Klein connected to the crimson star, and immediately saw a picture. The picture seemed to be a hotel. The room was brightly lit, allowing him to see a young black-haired man praying, with a There is a photo on the table.

"The fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray mist, the king of yellow and black who is in charge of good luck."

"Dear Mr. Fool, I am investigating a man. I suspect that he was involved in the great smog incident in Backlund. This man is now on Damir Port."

"I hope to get as much information about him as possible. I hope you can help me release this commission to the members of the Tarot Club. I will give corresponding rewards depending on the level of detail of the information, and guarantee that the reward will not be less than 100. pound."

"The man related to the Great Smog incident in Backlund?"

The relaxed mood just now was swept away, and Klein sat up straight involuntarily, with a serious expression on his face: "'Chariot' didn't mention his name, because he was worried that he would be found out if he mentioned it. He is a high-ranking member of the 'spectator' pathway A strong man?"

He naturally scanned to the photo on the desktop, and after zooming in on the picture, a man appeared in Klein's eyes.

It was a middle-aged man with dark blond hair, one eye was blind, his pupils were dark blue and almost black, his nose was high, and his lips were tightly pursed, looking deep. His facial features are as deep as a statue, without the slightest wrinkle.

boom.

Klein's mind suddenly went blank.

He vaguely heard a low, extremely magnetic voice ringing in his ears.

"We are guardians, and a group of poor people who are always fighting against danger and madness."

team leader

Suddenly, some pictures uncontrollably surged out from the depths of his memory and flashed before Klein's eyes.

In the dim corridor, he saw a figure standing in front of the window at the end of the corridor in the faint moonlight.

The figure was dressed in a black wind-like garment that was shorter than a robe and longer than a formal suit,

The figure was half merged into the darkness, bathed in the cold crimson moonlight.

The figure slowly turned around, its eyes were deep, dark and indifferent.

The screen changed.

He saw a figure in a knee-length black windbreaker and a silk top hat of the same color in a room in the lunatic asylum, two steps up to Hood Eugene, raised the special revolver in his hand, and pressed it against the opponent's head .

Bang bang bang bang!

The figure fired five shots in a row, and Hood Eugen's head swelled up, like a watermelon falling from a height to the ground, and red and white rainstorms sprinkled to every corner of the room.

At this moment, that figure is so handsome.

The screen turned again.

He saw himself again as if he had come to Tingen City, to the house of the Blackthorn Security Company, to a day that he would never forget.

He saw a blood-stained, curled, burnt umbilical cord lying on the ground there. He saw a figure in a thin black windbreaker still standing there. beating slowly.

"We saved Tingen."

The figure turned his head sideways, with a gentle and relaxed smile on his pale face, and his voice was as mellow as ever.

After finishing speaking, he seemed to be back in his twenties, no longer so calm and no longer so serious, he squeezed his left eye.

At this moment, the heart inside the Saint Selena's urn stopped beating, turned into a bright spot of light, and dissipated to the surroundings. He saw the figure fall back and loosen his hands.

Boom!

The urn of Saint Selena fell to the ground.

All images disappear.

Klein, who was sitting on the high-backed chair, pressed his hands on his chest at some point, and the corners of his eyes were moist: "Captain."

Then, looking at the photo in the crimson stars, the corners of Klein's mouth gradually raised, and gradually, he slowly pulled out an exaggerated, funny, clown-like smile: "Ince! Zangwill!"

At this moment, God knows how much Klein wanted to pounce on him, stab the man's blind eye with a revolver, and then pull the trigger to ring the death knell for him, watching his head explode like a balloon, watching There are red and white things sprayed everywhere!

Klein will never forget that at the end of that day, Ince Zangwill appeared in front of his eyes, wearing a pair of shiny leather boots. His shoes were so clean that no blood was stained on them, while the captain But fell in a pool of blood.

How could he be so clean!

How could he be so clean! !

cluck cluck.

Klein heard the sound of his teeth clenched. If it were real now, his mouth would be bloodied. Only the rust and bitter taste could lighten the hatred in his heart.

Klein closed his eyes and calmed down his emotions through meditation.

Gradually regaining his composure, he began to seriously examine the news sent by the 'Chariot'.

"Ince Zangwill is on Damir Port. No matter what, I can't go to Damir Harbor in time. However, I can use my own way of summoning myself to accommodate the Black Emperor card and go there through the spirit world."

"I can make the Chariot pray to Mr. Fool to locate in the spirit world without fear of getting lost, but even so, after arriving at Damir Port, I have no ability to avenge Ince Zangwill .”

"At the time when I was underground in Backlund, I had already confirmed with my own eyes that that man was already a demigod, plus he had that thing in his hand."

"But I still have to go there and try my best to create conditions to test Ince Zangwill. I have to at least figure out what kind of strength this man possesses right now."

"I need help, Chariot is investigating, it's a help, but not enough."

Klein looked at the other stars, and then threw the image of the 'Chariot' praying, together with the sound, into the two stars representing 'Justice' and 'The Hanged Man' respectively.

"Miss 'Justice' is a nobleman, and her status is very important. After she learns the news, she should notify the Church of Evernight, just like the great smog incident in Backlund last time."

"Mr. 'The Hanged Man' belongs to the Church of the Storm, and the Church of the Storm is conducting an investigation on Bansi Harbor. They can arrive as soon as possible, if Mr. 'The Hanged Man' sends the news."

After finishing this, Klein crossed his hands and fingers, propped his chin, and looked at the photo in the star of 'Chariot': "It's in Port Damir, let as many people as possible test Ince Zangwill to figure out the depth of his strength."

"As far as I know, Ince Zangwill at least possesses the strength of the God of Death Pathway Sequence 5 'Gatekeeper'. Later, he took Saint Selina's urn and became a demigod. I am afraid that he changed the path and became a 'Sleepless' Sequence 4 'Night Watchman' of the 'Pathway'."

"In addition, he still has the 0-level sealed item of the spectator path. This is what I know, Ince Zangwill's strength."

"I can provide some information to 'Chariot', no, sell it to him, so that it is more in line with the personality of 'World'."

Looking at the photo in the crimson star again, Klein wrapped himself in spirituality and left above the gray mist.

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