Chapter 63 Rafter Pound

Severus County is located in the west of the Kingdom of Loen, facing the Republic of Intis across the Hornages Mountains. In Backlund, there is a street named after it. It is located on the edge of the Queens District and is the capital of the Metropolitan Police Department. where the headquarters are located.

Many people choose this street to settle down for the sake of peace of mind, and Rafter Pound is one of them.

In the house facing the street with house number 29, the baron stood in the warm living room in a cotton wool pajamas, by the closed window, gazing at the Severas Field diagonally opposite.

He was just in his early forties, his temples were already gray, his eye bags were swollen, his wrinkles were obvious, and his body seemed to smell of alcohol anytime, anywhere.

Some torn women's underwear littered the floor behind Rafter, and in the distance was a blazing fireplace.

The baron raised the wine glass in his hand, drank the remaining liquid in one gulp, and then walked slowly towards the door, wanting to go back to the bedroom to sleep.

Because there were no additional heat pipes for the fireplace, the moment he left the living room, he felt the chill of late autumn that penetrated to the marrow of his bones.

"Damn it!" Rafter Pound cursed in a low voice, staggered to the bedroom door, and twisted the handle.

The bedroom was dark, with only a faint crimson light shining in.

Just as Rafter was about to close the door, he fell onto the bed and his eyes suddenly froze.

On the chair next to the curtain, a figure was sitting quietly!

The figure was wearing gray-blue clothes and trousers, and a dark peaked cap, and his whole body was hidden in the shadows.

Sensing Pound's gaze from the baron, the figure slowly raised his head and looked over.

His face was painted red, yellow and white, like the funniest clown!

Rafter was about to call out loudly, turned around and fled, but saw a revolver pointed at himself, and heard two low and hoarse words:

"I advise you not to do anything unwise."

"If you cooperate well, I will not hurt you, nor will I take away your belongings, if you still have them."

Rafter Pound's expression changed a few times, and he closed the bedroom door very honestly,

Then he half-raised his hands and sat on the edge of the bed.

"You, what do you want me to do?" He hiccupped and reminded with a trembling body, "The opposite is the Sivelas Field!"

"I know, but I think I'm closer to you than Severus Field." Klein, who was disguised as a clown, changed his voice and tone, and warned, "And my purpose is just to ask you some questions .”

——Before coming to Sivelas Street, he had divination in the mysterious space above the gray fog whether this trip was dangerous, and he got a very safe answer.

"Problem?" Rafter's lips moved for a while, and he smiled bitterly, "Here it is again... Am I never going to escape this nightmare?"

"A lot of people have come to ask?" Klein followed his words.

"No, I didn't just ask! After my cousin, the respected old viscount passed away, too many things happened around me. The kind old housekeeper resigned without a reason, and I don't know where he went. Those servants and maids They changed one after another without warning, becoming strange and cold, what they were looking for, yes, what they were looking for, I was not yet 10 years old at the time, I could only watch like that, I dared not tell others, I was afraid that I would I can’t wake up either!” Rafter replied quite brokenly.

What are you looking for? Is it looking for the underground building, or the Pound family's treasures, for example, the extraordinary characteristics and magical items buried near the evil spirit? The royal family and the church shouldn't have been unaware, the higher-ups must know the law of indestructibility and conservation of Extraordinary characteristics! Now that the Pound family is ruined, things like this should be taken back, right? Unless, the old Viscount spent a lot of money to buy additional Extraordinary characteristics and magical items of the same sequence, so as to hide the matter of the underground building... After listening calmly, Klein had a lot of guesses.

He seemed to be relaxed, but he was ready to ask at any time:

"How long has this been going on?"

"I don't know, I don't know, I'm surrounded by faces I don't know, how can I confirm that the rest of the people are not accomplices? Hehe, I pretended that I didn't find anything, lived trembling for several years, and then under their inducement , drinking, playing with women, gambling, smoking marijuana, and doing all kinds of things that make me look like a waste!" Rafter Pound smiled nervously, "They are finally relieved and stop staring at me. Wait until I even That house was sold, they, huh, left, I don’t know where they went, no, they must still be spying on me, and won’t let me call the police, yes, don’t let me call the police!”

This guy has a mental illness... I don't know if what he said is true or not, the change of emotional color is very logical, but in case, he just felt that he was ashamed of the old Viscount, so he imagined such a drama. He searched for a reason for his own depravity, and then he continued to suggest himself and completely believed it... As a qualified keyboard expert, Klein, who knows a little bit about everything, has seen similar cases in his previous life.

He thought for two seconds and said:

"What did these people ask you?"

"They asked me how the old Viscount's two children died, and what abnormal behavior the old Viscount had in those years. I was not yet 10 years old at the time, so I didn't know anything!" Rafter waved his arms and pressed He couldn't help but growl in a low voice.

"Calm down, please calm down." Klein lowered his left hand and asked about other things, trying to confirm from multiple angles whether Pound knew about the underground building from the baron.

During the question and answer, time passed quickly, and Klein hoarsely said:

"You really don't look like you know anything."

"Sorry to bother you, I should leave."

He stood up, bowed slightly, and made a salute, looking very educated.

And almost at the same time, the collapsed and excited emotions on Rafter Pound's face instantly disappeared, and the light blue eyes became extremely deep, as if they were examining him.

Seeing that the intruder dressed as a clown was about to stand upright again, he immediately resumed his previous performance, grief, madness, bitterness, and nervousness.

At this moment, a mysterious voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Crimson!"

Klein poured spirituality into the "Slumber Charm" and threw it at Rafter with his left hand, which was not holding a gun.

Amidst the small burning sound, a rich and intense tranquility spread, covering the baron, making his eyes closed uncontrollably, and his body fell limply on the bed.

"I'm sorry, the inquiry just now was just for comparison with what's to come. Next, there are procedures such as 'dream entry' and 'psychic communication'." Klein patted the other party's pajamas, pressed his hands on his chest, and saluted again.

Then, he used the "dream spell" and entered the opponent's dream like a nightmare.

In the gray, fragmented, constantly flashing world, Klein walked beside Rafter soberly and rationally, watching him meet waiters and maids with blank faces and no facial features, which made people feel terrified. Always when I turned my head sideways, I saw an old face silently watching him, watching him curled up in a corner, shivering, watching him being shrouded in shadows bit by bit.

This is very consistent with what he just described... Klein tried to guide him to figure out what happened, but Baron Pound seemed to have a very serious psychological shadow on those things, and he would become nervous in his dream if he was slightly stimulated Yelling and running like crazy.

This made it impossible for Klein to obtain more information.

So, he exited the dreamland, added another "Sleep Charm" to Rafter Pound, and then took out the "Amanda" hydrosol and other materials to prepare for the psychic ceremony.

After he responded to himself, Klein's spirituality passed through the thought storm, and he saw the phantom figure of the other party, based on the phantom figure of the mental body.

"What did the old Viscount say to you before he died?" Klein asked after deliberating.

Rafter Pound replied in a daze:

"He made me keep the family."

"What else?" Klein asked again in a positive tone.

"Let me remember the glory of my ancestors." Rafter responded blankly.

Klein nodded slightly, then asked:

"What are those people looking for?"

"I don't know." Rafter still answered just now.

Klein continued to ask questions, compared with the previous ones, and came to the conclusion that Baron Pound did not lie, and what he just said was true enough.

At this point, he didn't stay any longer, piercing through the opponent's thought storm, allowing the spreading spirituality to return to his body.

Immediately afterwards, Klein tidied up the scene in an orderly manner, and took out the Azik copper whistle and tossed it a few times, using its personality to interfere with possible follow-up divination investigations.

"Thank you very much for your cooperation, Mr. Baron." After finishing all this, Klein, who was painted with clown oil paint, bent down again to salute.

Then he turned and opened the window, leaped into the street, and disappeared into the night.

After a while, Rafter Pound suddenly opened his eyes.

Around those light blue eyes, there is a circle of burst capillaries!

He jerked up and sat up, gazing into the open oriel window.

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After making a big circle around the East District, Klein washed off his disguise, changed into normal clothes, and returned to No. 15 Minsk Street, Jorwood District, as if nothing had happened.

He didn't rest there, nor did he think about how to deal with the underground building next, but entered above the gray mist again.

At the top of the ancient long table, Klein slowly spread his palms, revealing a few brown hairs, which came from Rafter Pound's hair, which he collected before "dreaming".

There is one last procedure, divination and confirmation above the gray fog... Klein murmured to himself silently, took out a pen and paper, and wrote down what he had considered before:

"The future of Rafter Pound."

I want to see what will happen to you in the future, so as to confirm it with the past! Klein leaned back in his chair and silently recited the divination sentences.

Because the ancient building involved six orthodox gods, he was afraid that there would be problems with the content related to the direct divination, so he changed his mind and asked Rafter Pound about the future!