The all-black tall chair is covered with traces of time, and the mottled rust on the back of the chair is like the cloudy eyes of an old man, calmly and indifferently examining the two uninvited intruders.
"Why are there two seats?" Klein, who suddenly froze in place and was inexplicably unable to move, was holding up the two seats on the half-meter-high platform in disbelief, his sharp eyes constantly looking at the tall, iron-black
There were scratches on the seats, as if looking for other clues.
In his memory, and even in the parts of the Nighthawks where internal information was accessible, the hierarchy in the Fourth Age had always been extremely strict. The gaps between different classes were insurmountable. It was even impossible for two leaders to appear within an organization.
, this is also reflected in many secret organizations that have been inherited here.
So what exactly is this situation? Are there any parallel nobles in the Fourth Age? The unknown here corresponds to the highest level...
Although it is inferred from the words "Secret" inadvertently revealed, there are several leaders of secret organizations in the Fourth Age who should have ascended to the throne of God in the God War, at least the God of Steam and Machinery among the True Gods, and the previous thanks to...
....Thanks to the "mysterious" adopted daughter, the original witch who allowed me and the captain to escape from her hands should also be the same...but these beings should not put themselves in a parallel position with others.
Klein, who had unknowingly gripped the cane tightly, shook his head and sighed softly:
"strangeness."
Wow.
Behind Klein, in the cold underground space, an illusory and erratic voice echoed, which seemed particularly frightening in the dark, claustrophobic, empty and silent ancient hall.
"What's weird?"
The bodyguard lady, who has been suspended behind Klein, but due to her special condition, apart from the cold aura exuding from time to time, is easily ignored by others, takes the initiative to move forward, her eyes are higher than Klein's eye level, and her expression is indifferent.
Klein, who had collected his thoughts, shook his head. He remembered the character he had woven for Sherlock Moriarty—a master of criminal investigation. His instinct was to shake his head in confusion.
But as soon as this thought came to his mind, he suddenly remembered that after the human skin mask on his face was taken off by Rosago, the bodyguard kept his true appearance a secret, even when he was led by MI9's informant, Mr. Agron.
After leaving, he took the initiative to abide by the contract and stay in the apartment room, which made him a little shaken.
Klein, who was stunned for a moment, suddenly sighed softly, raised the cane tightly held in his hand with his right hand, pointed at various things in the hall and said:
"This should belong to..."
He carefully summarized the morphological characteristics of the Quaternary Period, the corresponding historical knowledge, the doubts discovered through observation, and even some knowledge that only existed in the documents that Mr. Azik requested to collect, almost without reservation.
I told the bodyguard lady.
After speaking, he looked around and added at the end:
"If my judgment is correct, the ventilation structure here is at least connected to other areas, and maybe there are other entrances and parts."
The bodyguard lady, who was transparent and had been listening carefully, was silent. It was not until Klein finished explaining that she gently nodded, turned her blue eyes, looked at Klein deeply and said:
"Master of Criminal Investigation, why are you so familiar with the history of the Fourth Age?"
Heh... Klein's mouth corners silently raised, his free left hand stroked his cheek, his fingertips pinched the superficial skin on his face, and gestured:
"If it were another young me, Sherlock Moriarty might have become a scholar of history."
............
Somewhere in the foggy sea.
Alger Wilson stood with his feet spread apart on the deck of the Blue Avenger, which was riding the waves, as if he were walking on flat ground.
He looked at the blurred outline of the archipelago in the distance, turned his neck slightly, and narrowed his eyes slightly under the impact of the stinging sea breeze. He looked at the faint light that flickered from time to time in the thick fog in the distance, and took the initiative to withdraw his gaze.
The entrance to the ruins of the God War is not an area that you can go deep into.
The coordinates delivered to him by His Highness Edmund before were probably less than two days away from the entrance to the ruins of the God War.
In fact, if you are traveling in normal sea conditions, the distance between the two does not take two days. Even at full speed, you can reach the entrance in less than a day.
However, due to the radiation of power buried in the ruins of the God War, the sea near the entrance is not easy to navigate.
Boom, boom, boom!
With heavy steps from far to near, a strong man with a slight smell of alcohol on his face ran to the stern of the ship uneasily, panting:
"Captain, we have escaped from the dangerous route. Shall we continue to maintain the current route and go straight to Bayam?"
This is the first mate of the Blue Avenger - Kira Gawman.
He stopped. Although he was not as relaxed as Alger, he stood on the deck that was constantly bumping violently without shaking.
As a "Rageful Man" who has mastered the power of potions, he has greater control over his body.
Alger, who no longer looked into the distance, turned around, and while rubbing his forehead that was wet by the sea water, he ordered in an unenthusiastic manner:
"Yes, we need to report this harvest to the church. The current route overlaps with the ocean currents. We just need to continue sailing. If there are any changes, I will notify you in advance."
"Yes, I understand." Jiawuman looked at the tired-looking Alger with concern, tapped his chest with his right hand, and then whispered hesitantly, "Captain, do you want to take a rest? I'll watch them.
, there will be no problem.”
Ha... Alger sneered silently, and his dark blue eyes as deep as the sea swept towards his first mate, staring deeply until he was shaken by the thought of looking at the first mate.
When he wanted to leave voluntarily, he smiled as if frustrated and stepped forward.
"I think I am indeed a little tired. It's okay. I feel relieved that you are doing the work."
As he spoke, his raised hand was about to fall on Gaouman's shoulder, but he suddenly stopped, waved, and walked towards the direction of the captain's cabin.
Behind him, Gauman, whose face was stained with the smell of alcohol, sniffed sharply and immediately kept up the pace, looking at the back in the field of vision with a myriad of thoughts.
This is the only "navigator" on the Blue Avenger, and they are relying on them to gain more gains now and even in the future. Moreover, this generous captain has also won the opportunity for promotion for himself... Although this
This exploration belongs to the gray area stipulated by the church, but he does not think so. As long as the captain can obtain more merits, sooner or later, he will be promoted as well.
...
boom.
With sharp eyes and no trace of fatigue on his face, Alger closed the door of the captain's room tightly. With a sweep of his dark blue eyes, a stream of gentle and gentle wind rose from the ground and tightly connected to the gap between the door and the window.
middle.
After doing all this, he took out the fossil pendant he had been wearing from under his half-wet clothes and began to chant softly.
Illusory butterflies flew out of the void, bits of hazy purple firelight shone, and the projection of Edmund Jason once again appeared on this ghost ship with a long history.
Alger Wilson, the "Hanged Man" of the Tarot Club, knelt humbly on one knee on the floor of the captain's cabin, his eyes lowered.
"Your Highness Edmund, I have retrieved the items you asked me to search for."
As he spoke, Alger respectfully presented the red astrology instrument without any water droplets from under his robe embroidered with storm patterns, holding his hands high.
A gust of wind blew by, and under the lift of the invisible servant, the red astrology device gently fell into Edmund's hands.
An imperceptible wave flashed through his dark blue eyes. Then he flipped his right hand and the astrology instrument disappeared. He smiled softly and said:
"Well done, there are one or two more tasks. If you can complete them, I will personally help you become the 'Ocean Singer'."
"Ocean Singer"!
Alger, who was half-kneeling on the floor, almost trembled. This was a dream that he thought was unattainable at first. Even when he first came into contact with Mr. Fool, he only hoped that he could become an archbishop.
Sequence Five Extraordinaries can already hold the position of Archbishop in some churches!
Alger became more humble, and his already drooped head lowered further.
"Praise Mr. Fool, thank you for your generosity, the great Corruptor."
Although it was just a projection, Alger gave him the same courtesy as when he met the Pope.
Edmund, with deep eyes, looked down at the humble lucky man in front of him, and the hidden smile in his eyes became more and more obvious.
I wonder if Trislana could see the blood of the elves... She actually walked around alive under the song of "Disaster Priest"...
Edmund, who was dressed in gorgeous clothes, shook his head slightly, and the illusive figure immediately collapsed, leaving only a few bright circles.
.............
The coat of arms that can be compared with the coat of arms of the Tudor family...could it be Trenso Tost?
Klein, who had already left the hall and entered the dark corridor again, was slightly distracted as he thought about everything he had just seen.
Beside him, the bodyguard lady, floating forward like a ghost, was quietly lurking, rarely speaking, and seemed to be recollecting the exchange with Klein just now while restraining some desire.
This "clown" who doesn't know why he uses a human skin mask to change his face seems to know the history of the Fourth Age very well, and even has his own unique insights into some discoveries, as if someone has explained it to him in detail.
The gradually dimming light of the lantern strives to expand, and the dusty history gradually wakes up and is displayed in front of the two people bit by bit.
At the end of the corridor, on the wall at the bottom of the hall, eight heavy and tall stone doors are lined up in sequence, five on the left and three on the right. Even if it is an even number, the ancient custom of asymmetry in the Fourth Age is still followed here.
Eight different spaces, looking at the completely dark spiritual vision in front of him, Klein voluntarily exited the current state for no reason. His left hand holding the lantern took the initiative to change the lantern to his right hand, and his free palm stretched out
pocket and took out the gold coins that had been used on the carriage.
He muttered quietly:
"We should start from the right first."
Zheng!
The rotating gold coin flew in the air, spinning freely several times before slowly falling into Klein's palm, with the portrait facing upwards.
"Start on the right side first."
Since there was no danger in divination, Klein did not do any useless divination.
If there is really something hidden in it that can interfere with you, you won't be able to divine it even if you stay close to the other person.
The lantern returned to his left hand, and under the leadership of Klein, he and the bodyguard lady who followed silently walked to the door on the far right.
Just when he was about to push the door open, the bodyguard lady suspended in the air suddenly stopped, and her gaze retracted from the distance.
"Same on the left side."
Hearing these seemingly unintentional words, Klein's brows suddenly furrowed, and his spiritual intuition began to throb.
Under the guidance of spirituality, he turned his head sharply, and his ice-blue eyes shrank instantly.
On the completely black door, the abstract sun symbol stands out clearly!
This is the holy symbol of the Eternal Burning Sun!
Are you kidding me? This is the land where the Storm Lord's Sanctuary used to be. This is Backlund... Klein opened the stone door in a daze.
Amidst the grinding sound that made one's teeth sore, a sharp sound of wind also rose up.
There doesn't seem to be much oxygen in it, and no one has opened it.
Under the light of the lantern, a young man wearing a pure white robe and holding the sun in his hand occupies the center of the high platform. His handsome and energetic face is a little blurry, but it gives people an intuitive warmth.
"Eternal Blazing Sun..." In a sense, Klein, who had faced this god before, was stunned on the spot, his voice trembling a little.
Although he had learned from "Mystery" that even the Creator of the Third Age had a concrete human image, in the Fifth Age, all the gods showed to humans were standard abstract symbols.
"Eternal Blazing Sun?" Looking at the bodyguard lady beside him who was equally surprised, Klein nodded perfunctorily, then found an excuse and exited the hidden room.
They began to explore the remaining rooms in turn, and their cognition was shocked one after another.
In the remaining two rooms on the right, whether it is a man standing on the sea or an old man wearing a robe, they all represent the same meaning as the statue in the room on the far right.
The Lord of Storms and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, reason tells Klein that these are indeed the specific images of gods. Even the owner here knows the secrets of gods very well. Otherwise, it would not be such a coincidence that the three paths of the true gods are interchangeable.
together!
In the remaining parts, giants and plump ladies in the dilapidated dusk, as well as statues that are almost identical to the ones Klein saw when he swore to the goddess under the supervision of Ms. Fran, are all constantly impacting him and his bodyguards.
The lady’s world view.
For the creatures of the Fifth Age, no matter what their beliefs are, gods are existences that cannot be blasphemed.
The bodyguard lady, who was as thin as a ghost, floated quietly, slightly taller than Klein, and together they inspected the penultimate door.
According to reasoning, this door should probably correspond to the God of Steam and Machinery who finally became a god. However, the symbol on the door is the same as the name of the God of Steam and Machinery in the Fourth Age - the God of Craftsman.
The Holy Emblem is also very different.
The all-black stone door is composed of golden lines, and the emblem of the all-black eye and twisted lines shines brightly.
It was reflected calmly in Klein's eyes, but it caused an uproar in his mind.