Chapter 136 The Difficult Klein

No way... Could it be that Mr. Ards is the so-called first Baron Ramud? This is a character from 1,400 to 500 years ago... No, how can I be sure that the person in the portrait is the first Baron Ramud... Klein stared at the oil painting, his mind was confused, as if he suddenly realized that all the people around him Turned into a monster, or the whole world is just a dream of the gods.

He raised his head suddenly, stared at the middle-aged man with yellow hair in front of him, reached out and took out the revolver from the gun pouch under his arm, and said in a deep voice:

"This is not an antique. If you don't explain the situation clearly, I will arrest you for fraud and prosecute you!"

He doesn't care whether the prosecution belongs to the police department or not. He has only one purpose, which is to intimidate the other party and obtain information!

At the same time, Klein tapped his left teeth twice, activated his spiritual vision, and monitored the change of the target's emotional color.

The middle-aged man with yellow hair was taken aback, and replied vaguely in horror:

"No, I don't know if it's an antique, no, I've heard it's an antique, but I don't understand it, I really don't, I don't even know many words, um, words."

He rolled his eyes and looked around, as if he wanted to call for help.

But at this moment, he saw Klein adjust the wheel and trigger, as if he was going to kill the resisting suspect.

He straightened his back with a brush, and no longer dared to look around.

"Where did you get this oil painting?" Klein asked with a heavy heart.

The middle-aged man with yellow hair moved his lips and said with a flattering smile:

"Officer, this is what my grandfather found in the old castle. More than 40 years ago, the outer wall and the room on the second floor collapsed, and there were some items that no one could find before, including this oil painting No, no, no, it’s not this oil painting. The original oil painting is already so dilapidated that it can’t be preserved at all. So my grandfather asked someone to imitate it. Well, it’s the one you saw just now. I didn’t Lie to you, the oil paintings from more than 40 years ago are indeed antiques..."

"Then are you sure this is the portrait of the first Baron Ramud?" Klein rubbed the trigger, preventing the other party's gaze from moving in the slightest.

The middle-aged man with yellow hair chuckled and said, "I'm not sure, but I guess it is."

"Reason?" Klein was almost amused by the other party's shamelessness.

"Because there is no name on the oil painting." The yellow-haired middle-aged man replied with rare seriousness, "It's like I was called Rascal Gray, my father was called Curly-haired Gray, and only my grandpa is the real Gray."

...Klein silently exhaled:

"Where's your grandfather?"

"In the cemetery, he has been buried there for almost twenty years. Beside him is my father, who was buried three years ago." The middle-aged man with yellow hair replied very honestly.

After Klein asked for a while from another angle, he adjusted the revolver of the pistol in front of the yellow-haired middle-aged man, and put it back into the gun pouch under his arm.

Putting away the police officer's ID, he turned around in a thin black windbreaker, walked towards the hotel with his hands in his pockets, and walked silently in the faint lights from the houses on both sides.

"I'm not sure if the portrait belongs to the first Baron Ramud... I don't know if there are any exact historical records of the castle in the town..."

"But no matter what, the gentleman in the portrait must be an ancient person, at least a thousand years ago..."

"He and Mr. Ards, apart from hairstyles,

Almost exactly the same, this is the so-called reincarnation? "

"When Mr. Ards gave up his position in other universities in Backlund and came to Tingen, it may be driven by residual instinct..."

"Well, there are other possibilities. For example, the one on the portrait is Mr. Azik, and Mr. Azik is him!"

Thinking of this, Klein was startled and almost tripped over the steps ahead.

He paced back and forth a few steps under the destroyed gas street lamp, combined with his insights from the era of information explosion, and made a further analysis based on the guess just now:

"Mr. Ards has become an undead creature for some reason, such as a vampire, so he has lived from ancient times to the present?"

"No, how can there be a bronze-skinned vampire..."

"And when I shook hands with Mr. Ards, I could clearly feel his body temperature and the blood flowing in his body."

"Although he hates the heat in the south, he is not afraid of the sun. He once braved the scorching sun and teamed up with other teachers to row boats..."

"Well, there is another possibility that Mr. Ards' sequence potion or other factors brought him a long life, and the price is losing his memory! Hey, considering his completely different dreams , can it be assumed that his memory loss is a cycle? Every few decades, he will forget the past and gain a new life, and those dreams are the real life he has experienced time after time... Hehe, I seem to see I have read similar novels…”

"To verify this matter, divination alone is not enough. You must find the traces of Mr. Azik's life after life. There are no traces of childhood and youth, but directly from adulthood!"

Klein, who made a bold assumption and carefully verified it, began to lean towards his latter guess, but the possibility of "reincarnation" cannot be ruled out for the time being.

He restrained his messy thoughts, and seriously considered whether to inform Captain Dunn of this matter:

"If Mr. Ards is really an ancient Extraordinary who has lived for more than a thousand years, then his strength will be stronger than I imagined..."

"He reminded me of his kindness before, but after I find clues about his past, it's hard to say whether he will keep his kindness..."

"But Mr. Ards has always been very kind to me, and rashly introducing Nighthawks may harm him..."

"Phew, go above the gray mist to get rid of the interference and do a fortune-telling. This is the best choice for a fortune-teller!"

Klein made a decision and hurried back to the hotel.

Taking advantage of Dunn and Frye's return, he spent 1 soli to open a new room.

Entering the room, Klein used the "Holy Night Powder" to create a spiritual wall, then walked four steps backwards, penetrated the crazy ravings, and came above the gray mist.

The majestic and majestic palace stood quietly, and the ancient and mottled bronze long table and twenty-two high-backed chairs remained unchanged.

Klein sat at the top, letting the tan parchment and black round-bellied pen appear in front of him.

He picked up the pen and wrote seriously:

"You should tell Dunn Smith about Mr. Ards."

Immediately afterwards, he took off the citrine pendant in his left cuff and performed a pendulum divination.

The answer to the pendulum divination this time is to rotate counterclockwise, which is "should not tell"!

Putting down the citrine pendant, the always conscientious Klein thought for a few seconds before deciding to try "dream divination" again to be on the safe side.

This time, his divination sentence became "Consequences of concealing Mr. Azik's related matters inside the Nighthawks".

Holding the parchment and reading it silently seven times, Klein leaned back and fell into a deep sleep with the help of meditation.

He saw himself in that illusory, hazy, and fragmented world, and saw himself struggling and sinking in a sea of ​​blood.

At this time, a hand stretched out and pulled him up from the sea of ​​blood, and the owner of this palm was Azik with bronze complexion and tiny moles near his ears.

The picture was broken and reconstructed, and Klein saw himself in a dark and cold mausoleum, and the surrounding coffins were opened one by one.

Ards stood beside him, staring at the front, as if looking for something.

At this moment, Klein suddenly exited the dreamland, and saw the illusory, gray, and boundless mist again.

"The symbolic meaning of the dream just now is that if I conceal the relevant matters for Mr. Azik, then when I fall into a certain crisis in the future, I will get his help. Heh, this crisis may appear precisely because of helping to conceal it... ...What does the last picture mean? I will explore a certain mausoleum with Mr. Ards? Well, the mausoleum may have another symbolic meaning..." Klein crossed his hands and rested his chin, interpreting the "Dream Divination" just now content.

Combined with the results of the previous pendulum method, he has decided not to report his guess to the captain. He just mentioned that a townsman took out a portrait that is said to be the first Baron Ramud, which is similar to the history teacher at Hoy University Zeke was quite similar—Klein couldn't be sure whether Dunn would hear about it from other places, so he had to explain it.

Of course, without Azik’s narration, without knowing his strange dreams, Dunn, who is not familiar with the other party, can hardly think of anything. Klein even suspects that the captain doesn’t remember much about the appearance of Instructor Azik. .

Thinking of this, he restrained his thoughts and planned to leave above the gray mist, but at this moment, he found that the crimson star that had been quiet for a long time showed weak contraction and expansion again.

Klein was interested in extending his spirituality, and saw the young man who spoke Giant's language again, and saw him kneeling in front of a pure crystal ball.

The boy was still wearing a black tights that were different from the styles of other countries in the Northern Continent. His appearance was blurred and distorted, and only his brown hair was faintly visible.

He knelt there, praying continuously in an extremely painful tone.

Klein listened attentively, and barely understood what the other party was saying by relying on the giant language he had finally learned:

"Great god, please turn your attention to this place that you have abandoned."

"Great god, please let us people of darkness get rid of the curse of fate."

"I am willing to dedicate my life to you, to please you with my blood."

...

Abandoned places... People of darkness... Great gods... Klein meditated on these key words, and suddenly remembered a place mentioned by "The Hanged Man":

"Land Abandoned by God!"

It was also mentioned in Roselle's diary! He also sent a fleet to search, but found nothing... Klein narrowed his eyes slightly, not sure if his guess was correct.

He tapped the edge of the long bronze table with his fingers, and after three taps, he made up his mind, stretched out his right hand, and touched the imaginary crimson star.

The crimson ball burst out immediately, and the light flowed like water.

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