Klein kept tapping on the mottled bronze table, and the information in his hand was scattered in a mess.
No matter what, as long as I take these actions above the gray fog, I will at least still have a certain amount of initiative... He breathed a long sigh of relief, then moved his arms to calm down. He hadn't finished reading yet.
data of.
Finally, in the later part of the information, Klein found the Pound family's not-so-rich resume.
This family seems to be close to the bottom among the dilapidated nobles. Due to various reasons such as the constant death of heirs and the excessive mediocrity of the new baronet, in a few years, they may even disappear directly from the list of "dilapidated nobles".
He actually sold so much property in just a few years. He is worthy of being a noble. Gambling and high-end clubs are really the only way that rich people can think of... The corners of Klein's mouth curled up a little, and he inadvertently revealed it.
A touch of sadness.
There is no pattern decoration, just good-quality letter paper with standard palace fonts neatly arranged. If you are not an expert in this field, you cannot even tell the owner of the handwriting.
Klein rubbed the lowest part of the Pound family information, and three vague coats of arms vaguely appeared in the thin mist in front of him, and gradually became clearer.
He compared the coats of arms of the Pound family, the Einhorn family, and the Tudor and Sauron families, looking for common ground.
Without a certain relationship, a noble family would not be able to risk several of its heirs to explore an illusory ruins.
There must be some connection between this.
Unfortunately, the coat of arms of the Pound family seems to be extremely ordinary. It is just an ordinary pattern designed according to the requirements of heraldry. On the contrary, it is the coat of arms of the Tudor family displayed in the ruins, which is similar to what Klein originally saw when he was studying the history of the Fifth Age at the university.
There is a certain overlap between the Sauron and Einhorn family coats of arms.
They all contain obvious elements of iron armor, swords and halberds, and flames... Klein tapped the table again and again, thinking of Meursault who assassinated him before, and said doubtfully:
"'hunter'?"
Are the paths mastered by these three families all "Hunters"?
This also seems to explain why the red-haired ghost in the deepest room of the underground ruins can control flames. The high-sequence abilities of the "Hunter" pathway correspond to war and flames?
This is a conclusion deduced from the combination of the abilities seen that day and the fact that Sauron and the Einhorn family were keen on war in the Fifth Age.
"Sauron, Einhorn, Medici..."
"Looking at it this way, the Medici family is also one of the families in charge of the 'Hunter' path in the Fourth Age." Klein, who was sitting on a high-backed stone chair, waved his hand gently, using the heraldic pattern projected by the gray mist to follow.
disappear.
If I hadn't died before and Mr. Azik hadn't chased his lost memories, I might have tried to stabilize him. He should have been a direct experiencer of those histories.
Reminiscent of the Baron's Castle that existed at the beginning of the Fifth Age, and the vague images in the "Secret" diary, Klein has reason to believe that Mr. Azik's amnesia is definitely caused by the "Secret", and this is probably consistent with what he said
related to a certain plan.
Thinking about it, he suddenly felt that he could no longer control his hands, and he couldn't help but glance to the side, looking at the old blood-stained notebook pressed by the "glass crystal", always wanting to take advantage of this great opportunity to read it.
open.
"Anyway, 'Secret' hasn't woken up yet, so I probably won't find it even if I look through it secretly."
"Besides, it's been so long. Although I haven't been promoted yet, my connection with 'Secret' is definitely deeper than before. Maybe some new content will appear..."
Feeling the faint whisper in his ear, Klein turned his face sideways, and with his right hand, he touched the notebook from the bottom of his heart and carefully pulled it out.
Compared with a few weeks ago, this notebook has not changed much. The surface is still dull due to the erosion of time, as well as dark red and almost black spots where blood has coagulated.
There is no trace of spiritual brilliance exposed in it, but just looking at it will make people want to look through it.
I had never noticed it before, but it felt like the notes of the Antigonus family, mysterious and reserved, without flaunting their own value.
With a complicated expression, Klein opened the part of the note that was not adhered to by blood. Pages of familiar content came into view. After the last part of the diary that he saw last time, only one page and the following part appeared separated.
It seems that with a little force, it can be separated.
Using his left and right hands, Klein carefully opened the part that was stuck with dark red "blood" in the middle. The content on the back page slowly emerged from the blank, with blurred handwriting and a strange coat of arms.
Klein, who came from the digital information age, suddenly fell silent, his eyes complicated.
Others may not seem to recognize the meaning of this "coat of arms", can't he still figure it out?
Isn’t this the “Gallery” icon on the Android phone system?
He took a few deep breaths, resisted the urge to complain, and read the blurry writing above.
"War...red?"
This paragraph no longer seems to be simply an excerpt from a diary or holy book, but more like the design of some kind of plan.
It roughly summarizes the focus of magical medieval warfare, and analyzes in detail all the characteristics of several sequences from low to medium sequences, including "Hunter", "Singer", "Warrior", "Arbiter", "
"Secret Prayer" has five paths each with its own focus, and the main purpose seems to be to involve a combination allocation method for frontal combat.
"Is this a plan to establish an army of pure extraordinary beings?" Klein was first surprised by the work of the Fourth Age nobles, and then couldn't help but wonder.
There is no place for ordinary people in this plan!
Could it be that the so-called "Red of War" is the name of a certain Fourth Age legion, and it appears in the "Secret" notes? Was this plan designed by him, or was this intelligence stolen from hostile forces?
But soon, Klein gave up his second guess.
The Fourth Age is known as the era in which true gods walk on the earth. Simply think of the strength shown by Mr. Azik and the descendant of the evil god. As long as you think about the high-order, this kind of low- and mid-order army should be vulnerable.
Therefore, even if this plan is really planned by hostile forces, it will not become a "secret" target.
Then it can only be a plan personally designed by "Secret" for some purpose.
"If 'Mystery' is involved in the core legion, then who is its allegiance to in the Fourth Age? It can't be the true Creator, right?"
Klein recalled what was described in the holy book before, as well as the things that were accidentally mentioned in the "secret" conversation, and not only felt a headache.
It can be said that he has no understanding of the Fourth Age now.
Klein, who felt a vague pain in his temples, sighed, and immediately gave up thinking. His right hand spread spiritually and touched the extremely funny "Tuku" emblem below the words.
In an instant, the invisible spirituality was like liquid, soaked in the coat of arms made of black ink. In just a few seconds, the entire icon was wet and mixed into a ball of ink.
This rich black mass continues to expand, as if it has gained life, changing at any time, the color gradually becomes brighter, and fine lines are gradually outlined.
The ink stain became wider and wider, and Klein's eyes became more and more dull.
The previous deep black color has completely faded, and on the slightly burnt yellow paper, the enlarged pattern looks like a sketch drawn with colored pencils, and a half-length portrait is lifelike.
He was wearing black armor, with red hair hanging loosely on his shoulders. His face was more beautiful than a woman's and looked slightly enchanting. His crimson eyes stared firmly into the distance, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, showing the arrogance and confidence from his soul.
At the bottom of this portrait, a cursive signature written in ancient Fussac takes up most of the area.
"Red Angel Medici."
Klein was stunned in his seat without making a sound for a long time, his eyes showing confusion.
That ghost, the ghost in the ruins, is actually the so-called Medici?
And it doesn’t seem to be a last name?
Or, like some Western families on Earth, Medici is the name of the family ancestor?
Klein slowly raised his left hand, slapped it on his face, and leaned back.
"Let me just say, this name is full of flaws, haha, the Medici family, this name doesn't look like a native word in this world."
"It seems that names like Abraham and Medici should have a deep relationship with the Creator of the Third Age, another time traveler."
"Red Angel, is this Medici the angel he once served under?"
"Sequence One?"
He subconsciously placed this angel, who might have surrendered to the Creator whom Silver City believed in, in a more advanced position.
"Perhaps I can ask Little Sun during my next Tarot meeting. Maybe he will have a deeper understanding of this angel." Klein supported the armrests on both sides and raised his body slightly tiredly, with an indifferent expression.
.
He was numb. Various things had happened recently, including the unknown "witch" today. After encountering the "mystery", he already had a certain understanding of the past in Tingen.
But now, he felt the same feeling of being kept in the dark at that time, and he had some paranoid suspicion that he had jumped into the arrangement at some point.
In particular, there may be "secret" involvement in the arrangement itself.
"Although He doesn't necessarily want to harm me, he definitely has his own considerations. If I am really so important to him, and combined with His recent roller coaster ride of good times and bad times, now that I think about it, He promised me that I would not give up.
My revenge is so easy." Klein raised his hand slightly, and the information compiled by "Justice" immediately fell into a pile and flew into the pile of debris behind the high-backed chair of "The Fool".
Klein already knows the general situation in his mind, and even some details can be recalled at any time through the ritual.
He knocked on the table habitually, his voice low.
"The problem is that we have to move tomorrow, and then 'Judgement; Miss' side should also have a stop."
"How should I get rid of the possible monitor in my new residence? If there is one, what excuse should I use to witness the revenge and maintain the daily life of the Tarot Society? If 'Secret' is not awake in a short time, these things
It will be very difficult..."
Klein carefully picked up the "glass crystal" at the corner of the table and slowly placed the blood-stained note back to its original place.
He didn't think this could be hidden from the "secret". After all, in front of the true God, He would always find a way.
Suddenly, Klein felt spiritual fluctuations. He looked up and found that the crimson stars symbolizing "judgment" were spreading and rippling.
He immediately spread his spirituality, and the crimson stars exploded, forming a distorted and hazy picture.
Hidden in a dark corner, Miss Judgment lowered her head and prayed, her slightly immature voice lowered.
"Dear Mr. Fool, I have reported the whereabouts of Lanreus to the Church of the Night and the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery through ordinary people..."
Klein, who was about to return to reality, leaned back in his chair and rubbed his chin.
Miss "Judgement" moved very quickly, and she also notified the Church of Steam...
Well, combined with Lanerwus's own attitude that he would rather be captured by the Righteous God Church than controlled by the Aurora Society, if the church pays attention to it, then it should be possible to destroy some of the Aurora Society's forces in the East District in one fell swoop, and at the same time, the colleagues of the Nighthawks
Lanruth should also be executed directly in the battle.
Klein, who was sitting above the gray mist, subconsciously drew a crimson moon on his chest, his eyes lowered.
After a moment of silence, he took the initiative to connect to the star with an indifferent voice.
"I see."
Hughton, who was waiting for a response in the bathroom of his rented apartment, lowered his head, feeling the inexplicable pressure in the darkness, and spoke in a pious tone.
"Praise Mr. Fool."
Klein slowly looked away from the image of crimson stars, and his body was wrapped in spirituality, falling straight down, leaving the gray mist.
He did not intend to delve into the story behind Medici, nor did he intend to waste any brainpower on the ghost—the commission mentioned by Medici before communicating with the "secret".
There are still many things waiting for him later, whether it is contacting Zerrell through Ian's previous channel, finding a way to sneak into Mr. A's party, witnessing the ending of Lanerwus, or making an appointment with Miss Sharon on Sunday.
Wuyi blasts the passage leading to the basement ruins.
How can he have time to think about anything else now?
.............
A cluster of garment factories and warehouses in the St. George district.
The red moon hung high above the night, quietly watching everything on the ground.
In the silent darkness, Azik Eggers, dressed just like any other gentleman, hurriedly walked on the cement-paved path. The human leather glove covering the surface of his left palm was silently awakened to activity, and the illusory mouth cracked in the palm of his hand.
Open, as if smelling the scent of prey.
Suddenly, he stopped and the cold wind and spirit surrounding him fell silent for a brief moment before erupting in an instant without any warning.
In an instant, his figure disappeared from the spot, and the closed door of a warehouse burst open. The "Death Archon" with cold eyes appeared in the middle of the warehouse without any warning, surveying the empty space.
His expression became increasingly cold and his brows furrowed.
The blood he felt was throbbing, as if not long ago, as if not long ago, an angel of the "God of Death" pathway, or a level 0 sealed object, had descended here.
Azik tried hard to activate his increasingly cold emotions, his right hand kept soothing the trembling glove attached to his left hand, and his tone was a bit complicated as he looked at the trembling appearance of its big, cracked mouth.
