The unreal young man sneered. His seemingly casual gaze continued to move between Klein and the bodyguard. It gradually slowed down and finally stopped on the left side. Only the restrained gaze remained in his red eyes.
On the ground, there was restrained fear and panic on the face of the strangely still Klein.
"It's obvious that He has cast his gaze, and it's obvious that I have the protection there, but why can't I move at all now?"
"Really?" The young man with long dark red hair guessed the other person's little thoughts and sneered. A light of fire flashed across his fingertips. He looked past him with a relaxed posture. He reached into his pocket at some point and took out a brand new cigarette.
's left hand.
Huh... A stream of faint white-gray smoke rings spit out from the young man's slightly pale lips, covering his face... and blocking his slightly dazed eyes.
However, this emotion quickly disappeared, and calmness and reason suddenly returned to the young man's eyes.
"Did I guess your thoughts correctly just now?" The red-haired young man rolled his eyes and said casually.
However, in the room that only echoed with the crackling of flames, no one answered the young man's question, and the silence remained as before.
The young man who was savoring the smell of cigarettes was stunned for a moment, and then he glanced at Klein who was struggling and said casually:
"I forgot, how could a thing no better than a dog open its mouth and answer my question?"
As he spoke, He snapped his fingers with his free right hand.
Snapped!
Invisibly, the pressure that restrained Klein and the bodyguard lady suddenly disappeared. Although they were still unable to move, and their spirituality seemed to be dead and unable to be mobilized, the two of them had restored their most basic conversational abilities.
The bodyguard lady, who had obtained some information from the spirit world, remained silent rationally, her blue eyes squinting as she tried her best to observe Klein and the young man standing aside.
Klein, who had experienced a similar experience with "Mystery", was relatively calm. He quickly restrained his sudden panic. After two seconds of silence, he spoke carefully:
"Does this place belong to you?"
He didn't intend to answer this mysterious young man's question. His intuition told him that this person definitely knew "Mysterious" and might be an old monster who survived the Third or Fourth Epoch!
I don’t know if this is considered a sin of his own... Klein tried to move his fingertips in his pocket, but to no avail. He could only helplessly feel the sudden burst of Azik’s copper whistle.
Feeling cold and cold, he gave up the struggle for the time being.
The red-haired young man was still smoking his cigarette comfortably. It was not until this ordinary pastime became shorter that he spoke like a charity:
"No, it wasn't before."
Are all these big shots the Riddler?
"Then who did this place belong to before?" Klein frowned, thought for a moment, and then asked.
The young man puffing out smoke suddenly froze, and then smiled strangely. The calmness in his eyes gradually faded, and the emotional light became more obvious.
"Hey, what do you want to know?"
He clicked his tongue and shook his head, making circles on the cigarette in his hand.
"Believe me, compared to some people, I am very kind. I can tell you for free who this place belongs to, what purpose it corresponds to, who was born here in the end, what his ultimate purpose is, and even his final ending.
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"But please sit down first. We must maintain the most basic etiquette and trust at all times, right?" The young man, who was gradually becoming excited, suddenly regained his composure. He waved his idle hands, and two streams of air rose behind him.
Then, the corpses sitting on the high-backed chairs on the left and right sides were rolled up high and thrown into the corner of the hall.
Seeing the extremely familiar scene in front of him, the corner of Klein's mouth twitched, and his left eyelid even twitched. He moved his eyes and looked at the bodyguard lady beside him for a moment, but did not receive any response.
You don't even have the ability to restore my activity. Even if I dare to move, I can't sit down... Klein let out a long sigh of relief, then raised the corners of his mouth, and said softly with restraint:
"thank you for your kindness."
The red-haired young man with an unrealistic figure kept moving his eyes, and the smile on his lips became even wider.
Suddenly, his movements stalled for a moment, and the flames that were burning in the hall suddenly expanded, and when they were about to touch the roof, they had to retract into the braziers, and the light became a little weaker.
"Tsk, that's boring." The red-haired young man's face became paler, and even the corpse behind him seemed to have undergone some changes.
From Klein's perspective, where his spiritual vision had been turned off, the black crystal on the corpse's chest flickered visibly.
His gaze was imperceptibly retracted, his brain was working rapidly, and he said word by word:
"We just broke in here accidentally, with no intention of offending, and we are not interested in the history buried here."
"so?"
As he spoke, he looked directly into the eyes of the red-haired young man and blinked. The spiritual light flashed quickly and disappeared in an instant. He almost used up all the power contained in the "Joker" potion to control himself not to do anything unnecessary.
expression.
In less than a second of spiritual vision just now, he actually saw a thin layer of gray mist on the surface of this young man, or the spiritual body!
A layer of gray fog that he was all too familiar with!
No wonder "Secret" just cast his gaze, there is His handwriting here, or in other words, is there the handwriting of the Seven Gods here?
Klein's pupils shrank slightly, but his expression still maintained a basic "fear", trying his best to act like a weakling who longed for forgiveness and neglect.
It has been determined that this is at least an angel. Although the specific identity is not known, in terms of status, it is likely to be higher than any angel that Klein knows now!
"so?"
"What are you expecting? What are you guessing? Instead of just thinking here, you might as well ask your Lord directly. I remember that He is always very generous to His favored ones." The red-haired young man withdrew his gaze and let out a sigh.
, curled his lips somewhat sarcastically.
My Lord..."Mystery" If He would tell me, why am I still standing here...
Seeing Klein's confused expression, the red-haired young man smiled again, and the half-smoked cigarette slipped from his fingertips.
The sparkling cigarette butt was lit on the ground, and wisps of white-gray smoke continued to evaporate.
"Why, doesn't He want to tell you?"
He stepped on the half cigarette on the ground carelessly, feeling slightly tired of it, and his voice was slightly hoarse.
"I thought He had always maintained his good habits... How about you convert to me? The great God of War is willing to answer all your questions, huh?" The red-haired young man with an even paler face asked lowly.
He laughed loudly, the sarcasm and ridicule in his eyes almost overflowing.
The great god of war? War?
Klein immediately thought of the God of War from Feysac. In some myths on Earth, the God of War and the God of War are sometimes connected.
But looking at the normal height of the young man in front of him, he silently rejected this guess and turned to think about other possibilities.
Feeling the passage of time, Klein hesitated, and the expression on his face became a little strange.
"You seem to be thinking some very offensive thoughts?" the red-haired young man muttered, his face even paler.
His state...
The death-seeking soul gradually raised its head, but Klein, whose body was still restrained, suddenly felt relieved. The smile on his face slowly raised, and he took the initiative to challenge:
"Why should I convert to a fallen god of war?"
During the provocation, he stared closely at the young man in front of him, his nerves tense to the extreme.
"Tsk." The red-haired young man who fell into strange silence grinned and glanced at Klein strangely, "How come he and his followers are still so virtuous after such a long time? I thought that since the three gods announced the seizure,
, you can restrain yourself a little."
The bet was right!
A glimmer of light lit up in Klein's eyes, and he took a long breath subconsciously.
"Ha, cough, cough, cough!" Suddenly, Klein, who was exhaling, seemed to have his trachea blocked, and his face turned red, like a cooked prawn.
The initiator of all this, the red-haired young man who was looking at Klein shook his head in satisfaction, then turned his gaze and looked at the bodyguard lady who had been ignored for a long time.
Although He does not know whether this "resentful soul" is a believer of "Mystery", He does not intend to keep it a secret for "Mystery".
Who knows if this "soothsayer" who likes to abduct has reached out to alien species again?
He looked up and down at this young lady with a delicate face, as quiet as a doll, blond hair and blue eyes, and said excitedly:
"Although you are a mutant, you are quite gorgeous. I wonder if you were as gorgeous as a werewolf."
"No matter what, at the same level, you are at least much better than the one over here."
"Here is a mission. Do me a small favor and I can support you to become a 'devil' for free."
The bodyguard lady, who was suspended in mid-air and still dim, remained silent and did not answer.
"Mission?" Klein, who had already survived the danger that nearly caused him to cough out his entrails, suddenly said, his chest rising and falling in confusion.
The lazy red-haired young man looked at him in surprise, then smiled, the sarcasm in his eyes not diminishing.
"Although I don't think you can do it, it's not impossible to tell you. After all, mice also have their own things that they are good at."
His face became paler, and the emotions in his eyes became more and more chaotic, losing all trace of his original calm and rational appearance.
"Find Sauron, Einhorn, the descendants of the Medici family members, and bring them to me. I can even give this to you."
As he spoke, he flipped his left hand, and an illusory card appeared silently in his palm.
A card with a chariot image on it!
Sauron, Einhorn, Medici? And weird cards?
Except for the last surname, the remaining two are common royal families in history books. Although the Sauron family has declined... Klein chewed on this strange request and his thoughts wandered.
This should be the condition for him to escape from the trap here. The three corpses behind are the ancestors of these three families?
Klein's gaze passed over the red-haired young man's shoulder and he couldn't help but guess.
Behind the covered young man, the black crystal in the chest of the corpse flickered silently.
"Okay, it's time." The red-haired young man was startled, and then he yawned casually. Regardless of the weird looks in the eyes of the two people beside him, a trace of fatigue actually appeared on his pale face, and his eyes
Hang low.
He glanced around and spread his hands indifferently, as if it were a matter of course:
"I have no obligation to chat with you kids all the time. It's time to end."
As he spoke, he raised his left hand, which was gradually becoming illusory, and a fierce flame suddenly rose from the lantern that had previously fallen to the ground and shot straight to the ceiling.
"After all, He has been watching here. Now I am not like before. I can do whatever I want, but I can only be trapped in this small room." His tone became lower, and his red eyes seemed to have some meaning.
The flames burned, "Although I don't have much hope, if you can really bring the descendants of those families over, I might really consider giving some charity."
The extremely swollen flames were like the giant mouth of a dragon, its ferocious fangs opened to their maximum, and they swallowed up Klein and the bodyguard who were tightly bound without any warning.
The two jaws that were opened to the limit closed, and fierce sparks burst out one after another. The ferocious flame dragon hit the ground and disappeared.
The red-haired young man, whose face was pale and whose body had almost disappeared, watched all this with no expression on his face. He watched silently until his figure was almost completely transparent. He suddenly raised his head, and his red eyes looked into the infinite distance.
The sight seemed to pass through the stone bricks and layers of soil of the ruins and reach straight into the sky.
"Ha." Looking at the gray mist escaping from the black crystal on the chest of the corpse behind him, he shook his body and became relatively real again, and sneered in a low voice.
............
In the first hall, a deep flame rose silently, and the unbound Klein and the bodyguard suddenly appeared above the corpses of the snakes.
"Grass!"
Klein's scalp was numb as he looked at the tangled corpses of poisonous snakes below him, and he couldn't help but cursed as they continued to fall.
Unable to escape the constraints of gravity, he closed his eyes tightly and almost accepted the fate he was about to reach.
However, the greasy, cold, and disgusting feeling he imagined did not come over him. Although his cheeks still felt cool, they did not touch anything.
Klein, who felt the edge of his double-breasted coat brush against his ears, tentatively opened his eyes.
He saw his own face in a cloudy vertical pupil.
Before he could hand it over, he felt a tightness around his ankles and was being dragged and thrown in front of the snakes.
boom!
"Cough, cough, cough." Although it didn't hurt, Klein, who had just come into close contact with the ground, struggled to stand up. Turning his eyes, he realized that beside him, the bodyguard lady, who had regained her strength, was slowly descending.
, looking at himself with lowered eyes.
Why did it have to hang in the air for a while... Klein, who was somewhat resentful, glanced fearfully at the group of snakes behind him.
"Just now..." The bodyguard lady with an ethereal voice suddenly shut up, and then her body quickly faded away, "The owner of the house above is coming down."
Klein, who was dusting himself off, was suddenly startled. His body turned back quickly. His ice-blue eyes resisted the discomfort, and he pulled two venomous snake corpses out of the pile of venomous snakes without much agility, and then quickly headed for the exit.
Run everywhere.
He ran as fast as he could, as if there was a savage beast behind him. In the almost lightless darkness, relying solely on the "clown's" intuition and the weak night vision brought by his spiritual vision, he rushed out of the underground hall like a hurricane.
I feel sorry for Mr. Miller Carter, but this is not a good place to be converted into a luxury basement!
Klein was running faster and faster, and did not stop until a glimmer of light appeared in front of his eyes.
At the entrance deep into the basement, Mr. Carter was a little worried when he discovered that Detective Moriarty had not heard from him for a long time. Angelo stood beside him with a hand-held lantern, and seemed to be preparing to go in.
call!
Suddenly, a black shadow flew out from the fully opened stone door. Sherlock Moriarty, who was covered in dust and clutched two venomous snakes in his hands, gasped and said intermittently:
"Hurry! Hurry... Seal this place quickly, there are snakes in here! Countless snakes!"