Bright sunlight shines through the curved bay window into the semi-enclosed Nighthawk entertainment room, illuminating the slightly dark environment.
The atmosphere in the room was extremely dull today. No one was playing cards, no one was joking, and no one was talking. It was as if everything and all the vitality had been taken away by Old Neil.
Although Klein sat in his favorite easy chair as usual, holding the edge of the newspaper with both hands, his eyes were blurred and he could not see anything.
Huh... Klein took a deep breath, as if he wanted to spit out all the negative emotions in his heart.
But he failed. When he calms down now, he will think of the spirit blocking him, of everything Old Neil did for her, and of the pain and reluctance left in Old Neil's eyeballs at the end.
Just when he was about to fall into silence again, Dunn carefully opened the door of the lounge, looked around and said:
"Klein, come out for a moment."
Without unnecessary hesitation, Klein slowly stood up and followed Dunn out of the entertainment room.
They walked quietly on the spiral stairs until Dunn felt that the atmosphere was too condensed, stopped in front, turned around and looked at him and said:
"The people from the church are here."
The person who is inspecting me is here? Klein's long-term depressed mood experienced a major ups and downs for the first time at this moment, and his spirit suddenly became tense.
"Who is the person responsible for inspecting me?" Klein asked in a low voice.
Dunn thought for a while and said after careful consideration:
"The person in charge of you this time is the senior deacon directly affiliated with the church, the 'Blade of Serenity' - Ms. Fran Amani. Originally, the special application for this place should be handled by a captain of the 'Red Gloves', but what happened to you
There were too many things to do, so the church appointed a senior deacon."
"Demigod!" Klein blurted out in shock.
Dunn was silent for a few seconds, nodded slightly and said:
"Don't panic, you and Ms. Amani should have something in common. She is the youngest demigod to be promoted in the past ten years, and she is also a genius."
I don't think I'm a genius... Klein suddenly fell into silence.
"Huh, I was wondering if the attached report I wrote made it more difficult for you to review..." Dunn made a little joke in order to ease Klein's nervousness.
After hearing the captain's self-mockery, Klein shook his head and said with a smile:
"Without the attached report from the captain, I was afraid that the Templar would arrest me at Chanis Gate. After all, since I joined the Nighthawks, all my teammates have said that our work pressure has suddenly increased, just like me.
It’s like a humanoid sealed object that can attract extraordinary events.”
Seeing that Klein was not as nervous as he thought, Dunn turned around and continued walking down the spiral staircase.
The two of them fell silent again and quickly walked down the spiral staircase to the door of the alchemy room where the potion was prepared.
Klein watched the captain gently knock on the wall, and then directly push open the dark brown secret door. His eyes followed and he saw the secret doors illuminated by elegant gas lamps, and the man standing on a
In the center of a long table, there is a beautiful lady wearing a formal dress and red gloves.
She was dark, with long, smooth hair like silk, hanging naturally on her back; the dim light reflected on her fair face, and combined with the shadows, outlined her beautiful face composed of a high bridge of nose and an angular jawline.
The curves of the lower body; a pair of light purple eyes are dark and deep, as if they can suck in the soul of a person and make them voluntarily drown in peace.
Klein looked at the other party's cold and beautiful face and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. When he looked back, he found that the captain had silently closed the door and shut himself in.
Captain, are you leaving me and 'running away'? Klein's mouth couldn't help but twitch a few times, and he forced himself to turn his head, looked directly at the senior deacon sent by the temple, and bent down to salute.
"Hello, Lord Amani."
Fran, who stood upright in the center of the room, glanced up and down at the bookish young man in front of her and said briefly:
"Cline Moretti, I think we can get started."
This is an affirmative sentence... Klein did not think about Fran's somewhat unreasonable words and replied obediently:
"I have no problem, Your Excellency."
Fran nodded slightly, casually pointed to a high-backed chair next to her, and gestured:
"Sit there, and when you're done, I'll check your mastery of potions."
Klein glanced around Fran curiously, but did not find that the other party was carrying any equipment that might be used for testing. He could only take a few steps forward with doubts, and sat at the seat that Fran pointed to just now.
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Fran saw that Klein was already in place, and raised her chin slightly. The entire alchemy room fell into absolute silence, as if it was isolated from the outside world. The dark gray ground suddenly became deep, like a lake in winter, with no depth to be seen.
end.
Suddenly, the narrow space echoed with ethereal singing that seemed to come from afar. Illusory arms emerged from the floor as deep as a lake, gradually following the legs of the high-backed chair and Klein's ankles.
Climbed up his body.
The ethereal singing voice was extremely spiritual. Under its comfort, Klein lost all thoughts of resistance and could only let the arms crawling out of the floor cling to his body.
Suddenly, the ethereal song suddenly became clear, high-pitched, sharp, and gradually distorted into a scream under the guidance of the high pitch. An inexplicable fear rushed straight into Klein's heart.
With another scream, Klein was instantly deprived of all feeling, as if he was exiled into endless darkness.
Huh... He breathed a long sigh of relief, and there was only the pounding heartbeat in his ears. The fear in his heart suddenly climbed to an unprecedented height, and it seemed that the next moment he would continue to be overwhelmed by fear.
Death occurred due to accelerated heartbeat.
when!
A crisp ringing of the bell awakened Klein's tense spirit and brought him back to reality.
In contrast to the unspeakable darkness just now, the dim light in the alchemy room was a bit dazzling at this time. Klein had to half-squint his eyes and focus for a long time before he could clearly see the figure of Fran Amani, who was wearing a formal suit.
"You have mastered it quite well. In terms of potion mastery, you have surpassed most of the Nighthawks." Fran was the first to break the silence and approved of Klein's review.
"So, can I be promoted?" Klein asked tentatively.
Fran didn't answer his question directly, she just raised her arm slightly and summoned a round spirit from her own shadow.
It looks like a puffer fish that has lost its spine, with only one eye, a huge split mouth, and a huge bone spur growing on its tail.
It floated in the air and swirled, turned its belly upward, let Fran's hand pass through it, and took out a copy of the materials and formula corresponding to the "Joker" potion.
Fran controlled the object to fly to the long table next to Klein, and said in a cold voice:
"According to the procedure, you can already prepare magic potions and be promoted."
She paused for a moment, and for the first time an expression appeared on her cold and distant face. The corners of her mouth raised slightly, and she said with a nasty smile:
"But because you have mastered the 'acting method', you need to go through an additional process. You need to swear to the goddess."
"Of course, this is not directed at you. I will also carry out this process one by one for all Nighthawks in Tingen who know the existence of the 'acting method'."
"No problem." Klein thought for a moment and then agreed, "Do you need me to do anything, silently recite the goddess's name?"
Fran raised her thin eyebrows without hiding it, and straightened the folds of her clothes:
"No, just stand there."
Standing here? Aren't you swearing to the goddess? Klein couldn't help but wonder.
At this moment, he suddenly had an inspiration in his mind, and his eyes couldn't help but turn to the direction of Fran's eyes.
He just turned his head slightly and saw that the young lady's original deep purple eyes suddenly shrunk and turned into vertical pupils, and golden light escaped from the needle-shaped pupils, like flowing magma.
Just looking at it gives you a burning sensation.
Standing opposite Klein, Fran, who was using herself as the anchor to carve out the ritual, lost control of her expression for a moment. The stubby wolf hair vaguely appeared on her body, and then quickly disappeared. She seemed to have given up something while thinking, and her brows
He frowned, and then accelerated the description of the ceremony.
, tortured by the intense burning pain, Klein blinked subconsciously, and when he opened it again, he found that he was already in an endless sea of flowers filled with deep sleep flowers and night herbs.
Shrouded in boundless darkness, it was so peaceful that even breathing seemed to wake up the sleepers around it.
The divine kingdom of the goddess! This idea suddenly appeared in Klein's mind. He subconsciously raised his head and saw only a huge figure that seemed to be connected to the sky.
The figure was wearing a layered but not complicated long black dress, dotted with countless dazzling lights, as if the night had been draped over her body.
Just gazing at this great figure made Klein feel unprecedentedly peaceful. He fell into a deep sleep silently and fell quietly into the sea of flowers.
Beside him, a touch of black drifted gently, and an elf man with a gentle face walked past Klein's sleeping body.
He stopped in front of the huge figure wearing a complicated long skirt, slowly took off his hood, raised his head, and spoke in a calm and gentle voice:
"Long time no see, Amanysis."
For a moment, the boundless sea of flowers seemed to be shaken, and the huge figure standing in the middle of the sea of flowers quickly shrank until it reached its normal size.
The huge star curtain that had been focused on Him suddenly floated up into the high sky, lighting up the world shrouded in darkness.
Amanisis, the goddess of the night, stood there, her face still covered in shadows, shadowy and unreal.
But at this time, the man standing opposite him undoubtedly felt the joy from this "Secret Mother" and felt the emotions emanating from the other person.
The goddess of eternal night, a remnant of the past, Amanisis looked at her old friend whom she had not seen for a long time, and said softly: