In the dark corridor, waves of sand and gravel were wrapped around each other, and the air waves of dust spurted out along the only exit. They were close to the backs of Klein and several living corpses, like pairs of invisible big hands, pushing hard.
Give them a try.
With the blessing of the "Joker" ability, Klein, who was about to fall, instantly closed his legs, made strange curling movements, stabilized his center, jumped forward, and firmly stuck to the steps of the basement exit.
.
The air wave was still surging, and several living corpses behind him were not so lucky. They stumbled and fell one by one, making a muffled sound on the stairs near the exit.
I have reason to suspect that Miss Sharon is a blasting master. She may not have cooperated with anyone before... Klein's face was expressionless, but there was a faint resentment in his heart. He looked at his back being covered with mud.
The outer layer of the coat was stained, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he started to pat his hands in distress.
Sharon, whose expression was still cold, looked down at all this. Her complicated palace dress was spotless and she still maintained her elegance.
As soon as she glanced at it, several living corpses that had fallen in the corridor got up swayingly. Their skin seemed to have a certain supernatural power after being "resurrected". Even if they hit the stone bricks violently, they would not be affected at all.
There are no traces of bumps or bruises.
Silently, the ghostly lady threw herself into the body that had been occupied previously.
A cold breeze blew up, and the dust on the living corpses peeled off visibly to the naked eye, and the dark skin also became pale.
"Detective Moriarty, I just heard some bad noises. Are you okay?" Angelo, the young new butler, looked out of breath. His butler's uniform was wrinkled due to strenuous exercise.
, lost its original grace.
Klein, who put on his double-breasted coat again, nodded slightly, showed the "safe and sound" living corpses, and said in a relaxed tone:
"It's just that the structure of the basement is too old, so we had to bury the blasting point deeper."
"You know, because we have to take the physical structure into consideration, I have already established some mathematical models for this. As long as the top non-load-bearing structure is destroyed, the only exit can be covered."
"As for the shaking and noise you just felt, it was just the sound of rolling stones and does not affect safety."
Hearing the detective in front of him suddenly transform into an engineering master, talking eloquently in front of him, Angelo, who had only studied in a missionary school, couldn't help but rub his forehead and nodded perfunctorily.
Although the chandelier on the ceiling of the living room was shaking violently just now, there is indeed no accident like collapse.
He leaned back with a slight headache and gestured:
"I think I need to call Mr. Carter first. He needs to come and accept this matter."
...
In the not too dark underground ruins, three spirits with different states are entangled with each other and restrain each other.
"Medici, protect our bodies first!"
"Don't even try to escape!"
Two unreal spirits with blurry faces were wrapped around the translucent body of the red-haired young man. Their twisted bodies looked like two pythons, struggling to pull him towards the direction where two corpses were stacked close to the foyer.
"Asshole, as long as my body is fine, you will be fine too. Instead of worrying about your already rotten body, you should think carefully about how to cooperate with me and influence Tuduo and his heirs to escape together." He once led an army.
Lord Medici, the red angel who is the weapon of the Creator, has a cold expression on his face, with his feet firmly planted on the ground, constantly fighting against the other two spirits.
"Can't you see it yet? The fact that 'Mystery' didn't let your spirit body dissipate back then has already explained a lot." The illusory spirit body was still making noise in his ears, as if it didn't hear his excuse.
"Hey, believe in Him? Great Lord Red Angel, then why are you staying with the two of us now instead of on the earth?"
"Haha, ally of the Creator, the only legal god in the Glorious Era, didn't you see that little guy who came in last time?"
"He is definitely the favored one of the 'Secret'. As a result, they don't even have the intention to save you. Don't deny it. Didn't you just say that you want us to influence the heirs together and find a way to get out of trouble?"
The two illusory spirits seemed to have reached a consensus. Just like when they cooperated thousands of years ago, they looked at each other and smiled, and mocked very viciously:
"Medici, you have fallen out of favor!"
"Abandoned by that crazy Creator!"
The translucent body of the red-haired young man was gradually dragged. He lowered his head, his long red hair covered his expression, and said nothing.
Seeing this, the two illusory spirits worked harder and stretched their necks in the direction of their own bodies.
As his body got closer and closer to the two distant skeletons, Medici finally raised his head, his face expressionless.
"Perhaps just like He raised a giant daughter, the taste of 'Secret' has always been very unique, so that's why he kept you two."
He raised his arm that had been hanging down, stretched it back, placed his palm against the crystal on the chest of his body, and squeezed it tightly.
With a bang, the two illusory spiritual bodies wrapped around Medici exploded instantly and dispersed into clouds of pale white mist, which was difficult to condense into shape.
His unreal body returned to the ground, and the mist in the air was closed. Seeing the two opponents tightly bound in his empty palms, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
The boulder in the distance finally rolled down, crushing the two bodies in the corner.
Medici slowly withdrew his gaze, looking at the mist struggling in his palm, with a calm voice.
"Okay, I think now we can start trying to save ourselves."
"Right, my two 'friends'."
.............
In the closed carriage compartment, Klein looked at the several living corpses that were as still as sculptures opposite him, took out the banknotes that had not been warmed from his pocket, and asked in a low voice:
"Should we split the reward for the explosion just now?"
In fact, he wanted Mr. Carter to divide the reward into two parts from the beginning, but the living corpse controlled by Miss Sharon just did not respond, so in the end he had to accept the reward alone.
Miss Sharon, who was hiding among the living corpses in the middle, gently pulled away, flashed, and reappeared on the window glass of the carriage.
"No, this help is free. You only need to pay Caspars the cost of preparing gunpowder."
This is the longest thing I have ever heard Miss Sharon say in one breath... Klein raised his eyebrows, took out a few banknotes calmly, and looked at Sharon on the glass window.
"This is for..."
Before he finished speaking, he felt a chill on the tip of his outstretched right finger. The banknotes between his fingers disappeared without a trace, and the air seemed to tremble.
He seemed to have guessed something, but he did not say anything rationally. Instead, he turned around and looked at the living corpse sitting in the middle, stunned, and his eyes gradually became blank.
............
Bounty Hunter Bar, East End, 8 p.m.
Unlike the surrounding coldness and humidity, there seems to be no shortage of refreshing dry heat and fine wine here, so much so that many bounty hunters who don’t usually have the habit of drinking will stay here for a while longer during this season.
Just enjoy the free fire pit.
On the semi-circular bar of the bar, mature men of various shapes and extremely rare women surrounded the place.
Without exception, they all had a certain sharpness and ferocity in their eyebrows, which made the bookish man in the corner look extremely out of place.
Dunn, who had a good capacity for drinking, slowly tasted the liquor in his hand, his cheeks already reddening slightly. He looked at the bartender who finally came towards him, slowly raised the wooden barrel cup, and greeted softly.
“The wine here is pretty good, at least it’s not just alcohol mixed with water.”
The young bartender with short greasy flaxen hair glanced at him, scratched his head and said with a smile:
"Perhaps that kind of wine is not meant for a young man like you."
"Tell me what you want to ask. If you keep sitting here, the rest of you will be embarrassed to continue doing business."
His identity seems to be quite special. He obviously looks younger than the other bounty hunters here, but he holds a representative position to a certain extent.
Gently sliding his fingers along the edge of the wooden barrel cup, Dunn's voice was mellow, and his dark red eyes looked around casually.
"I want to know if you know a girl named Xiu. She has short golden hair and usually wears a knight's uniform."
Suddenly, the bartender on the other side who had been secretly wary just now suddenly had a strange expression on his face. He immediately put on a smile on his face and answered proactively:
"Yes, of course I know her. She is a famous and beautiful girl in the East District. Why are you looking for her?"
His reaction was a bit too exaggerated, blocking Dunn's already prepared draft.
Dunn suddenly fell silent. After thinking for a while, he took out a one-sule note from his coat pocket and placed it gently on the bar.
"I just want to know her identity."
With a smile on his face, the bartender pinched away the banknotes and shined them under the light. The expression on his face gradually softened. For the sake of the money, his tone showed obvious satisfaction.
"She is a well-known 'arbiter' here. She is a very fair lady. I can introduce you to her if you are willing. Believe me, if you have any evil intentions, it is best to give up now. You won't want to offend her.
to her."
"She is very powerful?" Dunn raised his chin curiously.
The bartender who collected the banknotes moved his buttocks to make himself more comfortable.
"Hehe, she can knock down several strong men at once, but she is only 1.5 meters tall. Do you think she is powerful?"
"Arbiter", an extraordinary person, is she playing?
Dunn combined the fairness and other characteristics given by the other party and made a secret judgment in his heart.
But why would a wild Extraordinary with a high probability of sequence nine know how to act?
Is there a secret organization behind her, or is she just like Dai Li who accidentally found her way and is a genius?
"Thank you, I understand. Your information is very useful." Glancing at the remaining beer and foam in the wooden barrel cup, Dunn stood up and nodded slightly.
The flaxen-haired bartender watched this strange customer walk out of the bar, made a face, and sat back where other regular customers usually sat.
As soon as he passed by, several bounty hunters smelling of alcohol gathered around him and asked about the "young master" just now.
The young bartender enjoyed the feeling of being noticed. With his mouth dry, he picked up a wine glass on the bar and drank the rest.
When Xio comes over, I have to remind her... The thought flashed across my mind, and the wooden bucket cup was knocked hard on the wooden bar. His mouth, which had not yet been wiped, was opened, and he was in front of other customers.
Infected, he burst into laughter.
............
Gray mist continued to surge in the majestic and towering palace. On the top seat, a crimson burst erupted, and Klein's figure emerged.
He took a quick glance, and sure enough he saw "Mystique" sitting opposite him.
"What's the matter?" "Secret" who was flipping through a book raised his head, his pure black eyes revealing the meaning of inquiry.
Klein, who was sitting in a relaxed posture, nodded and waved back to himself, and a stack of tied banknotes flew over from behind the stone high-backed chair.
"I have found all the clues about the spinal fluid of the evil-patterned black panther. I need to prepare gold pounds in advance."
As he spoke, he picked up the banknotes on the long bronze table, flipped them quickly with his fingers, and counted out five hundred pounds with neat movements. He tied the others again with cloth strips and threw them back into the mess covered by layers of gray fog.
pile of things.
"Secret" looked at the movements of his own body, and a bright light flashed in his eyes. He used the abilities of "Decryption Scholar" and "Soothsayer" to reversely deduce the so-called material clues.
Suddenly, there was an obvious twitch on his handsome face, and his left hand that was pressing on the page uncontrollably moved to his cheek, and he sighed silently.
Klein, who was sorting out the gold pounds and preparing to respond to the gifting ceremony he had prepared in reality, suddenly stopped moving, frowned slightly, and a bad feeling came to his mind.
"What's wrong?"
There were layers of thin gray mist in the long bronze table, blocking Klein and "Mystery", making it impossible for Klein, whose spiritual vision was not strong enough, to see the expression of half of his body.
"Nothing, I'm just praising your good luck." "Secret" sighed in an unnoticeable voice.
After a fierce ideological struggle, He decided to protect his beloved "child".
Klein, who had already pushed the banknotes out of the illusory door, looked puzzled and then asked:
"Why do you say it's luck?"
He remembered that Mr. Azik once said that his fate was not normal.
And he is not in a hurry to return to reality now. After previous divination, he has determined that Prince Edsac did not arrange for anyone to check him abnormally.
Especially after taking out the reward given by Prince Edsac today and transferring it to his bearer account, looking at the "huge" amount, Klein felt an unfounded sense of trust. If the other party wasn't really relieved,
How could it be done to this extent!
"It's nothing, I just remembered a few old friends who were in charge of luck." "Secret", who was sitting lazily, changed his posture, still casual.
Klein looked at his unwillingness to say anything. His thoughts changed, he curled his lips, and then asked:
"I have always had a question, why is fate not the core of 'Soothsayer'?"
"Doesn't the honorable name of 'The Fool' contain a reference to the King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck?"
"If it doesn't correspond to authority, this honorable name shouldn't be effective."
"Secret", whose left leg was placed on top of his right leg, finally cheered up and said in a loud voice:
"Didn't you say it yourself? Controlling good luck is not controlling destiny."
"Actually, before the Blasphemy Tablet appeared, many people had similar ideas and always wanted to seek promotion based on similarity of authority, but they all failed without exception or fell into madness."
"On this path, balance is the first priority. Greed will only accelerate your death. No way can monopolize the next field. This is the rule."