Chapter 76

Pong!

The silver bullet crossed a distance of several meters and accurately drilled into the neck of the clown in the tuxedo, and a large stream of blood flowed out, dyeing the skin and the bow tie red.

The clown in the tuxedo couldn't let out a scream, and his throat was full of sounds. He wanted to raise his hand to remove the fatal injury, but the shoulder and elbow joints seemed to be filled with glue, and the movements were jerky and slow.

Pong!

Klein, who entered a semi-meditation state, was not frightened by the blood, and pulled the trigger again, calmly as if he was doing daily practice.

Suddenly, a ferocious hole appeared on the forehead of the clown in the tuxedo, and the crimson puddles gushed out, dimming the light of his eyes. The power of the exquisite revolver was much stronger than Klein expected.

With his knees bent and his arms drooping, the clown in the tuxedo slowly fell to the ground, and his eyes were filled with blankness.

His body twitched a few times, then slowly stretched out, and there was no other movement.

When the shot hit, Klein turned around coolly, shook the wheel away, and let the empty shells fall one by one.

Then, wearing a black formal suit and a half-height silk top hat, he walked towards Al Hasson, took out the last silver Demon Hunter bullet from his pocket, and stuffed the slender one into the magazine.

The reason why he didn't look back at the tragic state of the clown in the tuxedo was purely because of the discomfort of killing someone for the first time, but not killing it was not enough. He didn't know what would happen when the other party was completely controlled by the puppet.

Moreover, he didn't want to risk entering the sphere of influence of the Sealed Artifact "2-049" again. After all, no one could tell whether there would be a strange change this time, which would invalidate the self-rescue of the "Transportation Ceremony".

As for the items on the clown in the tuxedo, Klein only cares if there is the so-called "clown" potion formula, or the corresponding clues, but this is not something that needs to be done in a hurry. You can join Dunn, Al and others later. Come and do it, if the Nighthawks team got it, it was almost the same as getting it by themselves. They couldn't bear the potion formula of Sequence 8. The big deal was that they would spend more time accumulating credit. Anyway, it was not long before they became "divine experts", and there was still a long way to go before "digestion". a long distance.

While his thoughts were tumbling, Klein quickly walked to Al Hasson's side. The gentleman in a gray trench coat struggled to sit up several times, but all failed attempts, and his body was covered in mud and dust.

"Mr. Hasson, do you need me to do anything?" He squatted down and asked, the revolver in his hand pointed diagonally to the ground to prevent accidental firing.

Al gasped,

With a sigh:

"That monster is too strong, if there is no weakness..."

Having said that, he pointed to a sky blue metal vial beside him, and laughed to himself:

"I wanted to take the medicine, but my hand shook..."

That day, the blue metal vial was about the size of Klein’s thumb, with a height of no more than five centimeters.

Klein reached out and picked up the vial, squinted at it, and replied helplessly:

"Mr. Hasson, there are only a few drops left on the side of the bottle."

"You go to... Borgia, inside, in the inside pocket." Al gasped continuously as he spoke.

"Okay." Klein stood up and asked casually, "Is this a healing potion?"

Mystery side item?

"No, it only has a certain therapeutic effect. Mainly, it is mainly to stimulate our spirits, squeeze our body's... potential, so that we can maintain a good state in a short period of time, support to return, support to accept, Get treatment." Al tried to sit up, but failed again, "Its name is, 'Goddess's Gaze'... You remember to let Borgia drink half of the potion."

Without further delay, Klein turned around, walked quickly to the side of Borgia, who was moaning in pain, and found the standard sky blue metal vial from the half-conscious night watchman's arms.

Unscrewing the cap, he carefully brought the mouth of the bottle to Borgia's mouth.

Borgia felt something, and tried to open his lips.

The bottle tilted, and the dark red liquid flowed into Borgia's mouth.

After estimating the weight, Klein stopped in time and screwed on the bottle cap again.

The effect of the potion seemed to be really good. Within seconds after Borgia swallowed, the look in his eyes re-condensed, and he said in a low voice:

"thanks."

After speaking, he put his hands on the ground, sat up slowly, dealt with his injuries first, then walked to the unconscious Lorota and Dunn, and found "Goddess's Gaze" from the latter's inner pocket.

Klein returned to Al's side and fed the remaining half of the potion into the opponent's mouth.

Al gasped a few times, his movements suddenly became agile, and he stood up as if he had never been hurt.

"I'm going to help Borgia, you are in charge of your companion." The gentleman with the charm of a middle-aged man pointed to Leonard Mitchell.

Klein had no objection, turned around, and trotted to Leonard the Poet.

"No, I can drink it myself." Leonard, with messy hair hanging down, smiled and raised the sky blue metal vial in his hand.

Seeing the other party put his hand up and stand up quickly, Klein, who wanted to slander, was suddenly stunned:

Leonard's injury was less severe than I expected...

He has the ability to take potions from the very beginning!

That is to say, he may have seen the "transportation ceremony" in which I took four steps counterclockwise!

No, this matter is okay, my thoughts are all in my heart, and there is no external abnormality in the "transportation ceremony", otherwise the clown in the tuxedo suit can't be fooled...

But even so, Leonard, who has long since recovered but chose to watch, must have seen a lot of things. For example, I was not affected by "2-049", so I secretly plotted the clown in the tuxedo...

Just when Klein narrowed his eyes slightly, Leonard, who was coming towards him, stopped beside him, looked ahead and said with a low smile:

"I wanted to save you, but I found that you didn't need it."

"Don't worry, there are many special people in this world who can always do things that others can't, such as you..."

"...Like me, too." The corners of Leonard's mouth turned up, and he passed Klein and walked towards the awakened Dunn and Lorota.

A narcissist... Klein muttered to himself, relaxing a lot.

It seems that Leonard Mitchell is also hiding a lot of secrets... He thoughtfully reunited with the army, watching Captain Dunn put on his gloves, and picked up the yellow-brown and blood-stained book. The Antigonus Family Notes.

The cover of this notebook is entirely made of dark black cardboard. It exudes an ancient and distant atmosphere, showing no signs of softening or rotting. It is almost the same as what Klein saw in his dream, so that he began to suspect, I suspect that after opening it, I will see a fool wearing a gorgeous headdress.

But he soon knew he was thinking too much, because Dunn carefully opened the notebook for final confirmation.

Klein, who had a poor angle, couldn't see the words above clearly, but he was certain that there were no fools in fancy clothes and headgear.

"Cough, no problem." Dunn closed the note and held it firmly, then looked at Al and the others and said, "For the past few days, store it together with the Sealed Artifact '2-049' at the Chanis Gate in Tingen City. Afterwards, wait until you recover, or Backlund will send someone over."

Hearing this sentence, Klein was a little disappointed and fortunate. He really wanted to read the Antigonus family's notebook again to find out the cause of death of the original owner, Welch and Naya, but he felt that this An ancient object is full of misfortune and always brings misfortune, so I dare not touch it.

It was the best choice to hand it over to the church headquarters and seal it tightly... He secretly sighed.

"Okay." Al Hassen, Borgia, and Luo Luota nodded, turned around at the same time, and came to the side of the Sealed Artifact "2-049".

They woke each other up, put the puppet back into the cracked iron black box, and closely monitored it.

"Everything is normal." Al's tone was a little more relaxed.

Inside the iron-black box with only a slight glow, the puppet wrapped in oil-stained cloth creaked and turned over, so that the face painted with clown paint was aimed at the light source.

On this strange face, under the pure black pupilless eyes, there were two small dark red cracks that were not easy to see.

At the same time, Dunn, Leonard and the courageous Klein searched the corpse of the clown in the tuxedo and found all kinds of strange items such as paper flowers, handkerchiefs, cards, and glass pieces.

However, in addition to this, the other party did not bring anything of value or that could provide clues.

Hmm, except for a wallet with seven or eight pounds and more than a dozen soles... Klein sighed quietly.

Thinking of money, he immediately lowered his head, looked at himself, and his face almost collapsed.

His formal suit, which was worth several pounds, rolled over and rubbed five or six places that needed to be mended, and there were stains mixed with dirt and dust everywhere.

Dunn glanced at him, and the corners of his mouth turned up secretly:

"The losses in the mission are all reimbursable."

Reimbursement... Hearing the word "invented" by Emperor Roselle, Klein's mood suddenly became beautiful:

Well, this formal suit has been cleaned and patched, and it can still be worn, and it is decent enough...

When the reimbursement costs come down, you can buy another set to form a rotation!

Well, I'm not the one who used the reimbursement money for other purposes...

But I have to consider "combat clothes" in the future, such as the captain's black windbreaker... If the material is a little worse, it is much cheaper than a tuxedo suit... Hiss, Leonard doesn't like to wear formal clothes for a long time, is there such a thing? consideration...

"Let Frye handle the body to see if he can identify his original appearance and find relevant clues." Dunn touched the paint on the face of the clown in the tuxedo with his gloves.

Afterwards, they searched the innermost warehouse, and saw that there were several lumps of flesh and blood that were crushed by boulders.

"Rel Bieber should be using ancient rituals to absorb the power contained in the notes, just like we directly take higher-level sequence potions, this is full of danger, there must be an undisturbed environment, and a certain amount of time must be obtained. This should be the reason why he has not left Tingen so far." Dunn examined it again, guessing the possibility.

Hearing such a description, the black-haired lady Lorota gave a pale smile:

"Unfortunately, he was woken up early by us. The anger when he got up is really memorable."

"This is a kind of out of control." Dunn looked at Klein, half explaining and half teaching.

"Then why didn't he just leave Tingen and try to absorb it elsewhere?" Klein asked in confusion.

Al Hasson smiled and pointed to his head:

"Those who are affected by ancient power and evil power are often not very useful here."

At this time, Dunn took a breath and said with a hint of pain:

"Leonard, your condition is okay, just stay here and keep ordinary people away... We immediately collected the remains of Riel Bieber, brought them and the sealed artifact, and Antigonus Return the family's notes and ask Frye, Luo Yao and the police to come."

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