Chapter 28 Misshukai

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Klein's heart suddenly began to beat violently. It contracted into a ball and swelled violently, causing his body to tremble slightly.

For a moment, he almost forgot what he was going to do and what he should do, until the figure of the infiltrator suddenly paused, slightly turning his ears, as if he heard something change.

"Blood" fell from his brain, and Klein regained his basic thinking ability. He touched his hand under the pillow and held the wooden handle of the revolver.

A hard and smooth touch came, his emotions quickly stabilized, his movements were slow and silent, and he drew the pistol and aimed it at the head of the infiltrator.

To be honest, he is not sure whether he can hit the opponent or not. Although he has been able to hit the target steadily before, moving people and fixed targets are completely different concepts, and he is not arrogant enough to confuse the two.

However, he vaguely remembered a sentence in his previous life, which probably meant that the greatest power of a nuclear bomb only existed before it was launched.

In this environment at this time, the truth is the same, the best deterrent is before the bullet is fired!

If you don't pull the trigger or fire blindly, the opponent will not be sure that he is a rookie, and it is very likely that he will miss him.

In an instant, one thought after another emerged, which made Klein immediately make a decision. He was not the kind of person who would become calmer and more critical, but had long imagined the scene of encountering a watcher, and had imagined the use of intimidation instead of attack. host.

There is an idiom in the big foodie country, be prepared!

When Klein's muzzle was aimed at the infiltrator, the thin man suddenly froze and seemed to sense something.

Then, he heard a voice with a chuckle:

"Good evening, sir."

The thin man's hands were quietly clasped, and his body seemed tense. Klein sat on the bunk of the bunk bed, aimed a gun at his head, and said as casually and naturally as possible:

"Please raise your hands, turn your body, and try to slow down as much as possible. Frankly speaking, I am a timid and nervous person. If you go too fast, I will be frightened. I can't guarantee that there will be no accidental firing. The situation, yes, that’s it.”

The thin man raised his hands beside his head and turned his body little by little. The first thing that caught Klein's eyes was the neatly buttoned black tights, and then the two thick and sharp brown-yellow eyebrows.

Klein couldn't see any fear in his blue eyes. Instead, he felt like he was being stared at by a vicious beast.

He tightened his grip on the gun handle, trying his best to keep his expression calm and indifferent.

It wasn't until the thin man was completely facing himself that he raised his chin, pointed to the door, and said softly and gently:

"Sir, let's go out and talk, don't disturb other people's sweet dreams, um, move slowly and step lightly, this is the most basic courtesy of a gentleman..."

The thin man's cold eyes rolled, and he glanced at Klein, still half-raised his hands, and walked to the door step by step.

Under the aim of the revolver, he twisted the handle and slowly opened the door.

Just when the door was half-open, he suddenly squatted down and rolled forward, and the door seemed to be pulled by the strong wind, and with a clang, it closed again.

"Well..." Benson in the upper bunk was startled by the huge movement, and was about to wake up in a daze.

At this time, a melodious and peaceful melody came in from outside, and a low and soothing voice sang:

"Ah, the threat of fear, the hope of crimson!

At least one thing is true: this life flies by.

One thing is true, the rest is a lie,

After the flowers bloom once, they will die forever..." (Note 1)

This poem seems to have a relaxing and calming power, and Benson in the upper bunk and Melissa in the middle stumbled back to sleep.

Klein's body and mind were peaceful, and he almost yawned.

The slender man's movements just now were so agile that he didn't have time to react.

Looking at the closed door, he smiled slightly and said to himself:

"You may not believe it when you say it, but my bullet is actually an empty bullet."

Be prepared for a falsely fired blank!

Next, Klein listened to the poem at midnight and waited patiently for the battle outside to end.

In just one minute, the peaceful melody like the moonlit lake stopped, and the dark night returned to its deepest silence.

Klein silently slid the runner, moved the space away, and waited for the results.

This wait was ten minutes. Just when he was uneasy and hesitant to go out to investigate, Dunn Smith's calm and gentle voice finally came from the door:

"solved."

Huh, Klein sighed, picked up the revolver, took the key, bare feet, cautiously approached the door, and walked out without a sound, seeing the black windbreaker reaching his knees, the half-top hat safely, and the deep gray eyes. Dunn Smith stood opposite.

Closing the door with a backhand, he followed Dunn to the end of the corridor, standing in the faint crimson moonlight.

"Wasted some time to enter his dream." Dunn said calmly, looking at the red moon outside the window.

"Do you know his origin?" Klein relaxed a lot.

Dunn nodded slightly and said:

"An ancient organization called the 'Secret Order', they were established in the fourth era, related to the Solomon Empire, and some of the fallen nobles at that time, oh, the Antigonus family's notes come from them, because a member The negligence of entering the antiquities market and being acquired by Welch, they had to send people to search everywhere."

Without waiting for Klein to ask, he paused and said:

"We will arrest some of their members according to the clues, um, not necessarily good results, these guys are as good at hiding as mice in the sewers, but at least they will understand, Antigonus It is very likely that the notes of the Si family have been obtained by us, or we have mastered key clues, so as long as it is not a very critical and very important item, they will completely give up this action, which is their survival philosophy."

"...What if the notes are very critical and very important?" Klein asked worriedly.

Dunn smiled and didn't answer, but said:

"We know very little about the 'Secret Order'. This time, we can succeed, thanks to your ingenuity. With the help of finding notes, you have a choice."

"A chance to choose?" Klein vaguely guessed something, and his breathing became heavier subconsciously.

Dunn restrained his smile, his expression solemn and serious:

"Do you want to become an Extraordinary? You can only select the starting Extraordinary from the incomplete sequence."

"Of course, you can also give up this opportunity, choose to accumulate credit, and wait until it is enough to make you a 'sleepless', that is, the beginning of the night guard given by the goddess, and the beginning of the complete sequence mastered by the church."

Sure enough... Klein's heart was overjoyed, and he didn't show any hesitation for the time being. He took the initiative to ask:

"Then which 'Sequence 9' can I choose from?"

There must be detailed information to determine whether to give up or accept, and which one to choose!

Dunn turned around, wearing a scattered crimson "light veil", looked into Klein's eyes, and said slowly:

"Besides the Insomniac, the church also has three 'Sequence 9' potion formulas, one is called 'Secret Peek', which is the ability mastered by Old Neil. Oh, Roshan should have mentioned it to you, she always cares Keep your mouth shut."

Klein smiled awkwardly and didn't know how to answer. Fortunately, Dunn didn't care and continued:

"Our 'Peepers' potion formula and unconnected parts were obtained from the 'Moss Ascetic Order'. At that time, they were said to have not fallen, and they still adhered to morality and discipline, and adhered to knowledge. Pursue and strictly abide by the secret. After becoming a 'secret spy', anyone who joins the association must refrain from speaking for five years and learn to be silent in order to practice and improve concentration. "Do whatever you want, but don't hurt". It came from them."

"The 'Secret Peek' has a comprehensive but preliminary understanding and mastery of magic, witchcraft, astrology and other mysterious knowledge, and knows a lot of ritual magic, but it is easy to perceive some existence hidden behind things, and must be careful, In awe of extraordinary power."

"We lack most of this sequence, so that the pieces do not form a chain. For example, its sequence 8, of course, maybe the 'sanctuary' has it."

This almost meets all of my requirements... Klein nodded slightly, with the urge to choose.

Fortunately, he remembered something else:

"What about the other two?"

"The second type is called 'corpse collector'. Many cultists in the Southern Continent who worship the god of death choose it. After taking this potion, they will be mistaken for the same kind by unwise undead and will not be attacked. They can endure the cold. , decay and the erosion of the breath of death, can directly see some evil spirits, understand the characteristics and weaknesses of many undead creatures, and obtain some improvements in physical fitness, we have its follow-up Sequence 8 and Sequence 7, hehe, its Sequence 7 You should be able to guess, 'Psychic'! This was Daly's original choice." Dunn described in some detail.

The "psychic" looks really mysterious and cool. However, what I want most is to master the knowledge of the occult... Klein didn't interrupt and listened quietly.

Dunn Smith looked sideways at the crimson moonlight and said:

"For the third type, we only have Sequence 9. I don't know if the 'Temple' is hiding anything else. It's called 'The Diviner'."

Diviner? Klein's pupils shrank, thinking of the regrets Emperor Roselle left in his diary:

He regretted not choosing among apprentices, thieves and fortune-tellers!

Note 1: Adapted from Edward Fitzgerald's English translation of The Rubais.