The open space in front of the abandoned shipyard was completely scorched black. Only a few withered grasses in the distance had escaped the disaster, but they were pitifully swaying in the wind.
The evening wind blowing along the Tasoke River blew away the smoke and dust, and a group of shadows whose outlines resembled the lake became clearer little by little against the pungent and faint smell of sulfur.
A few minutes after the East District Pier exploded for no reason, the "Machine Heart" team closest to the place was the first to arrive here.
The five members of the "Machine Heart" carrying various extraordinary weapons stared at the dilapidated scene that looked like they had been plowed by an airship. They couldn't help but frowned. It took a long time before they got to work in an orderly manner.
There were intermittent noises nearby. Wearing a black windbreaker, he disguised himself as an official extraordinary person from the special operations team of Silveras Field. He drove away the police who came from the East District after hearing the news and deceived the nearby gangsters with the certificate of senior inspector.
After the civilians who were so frightened that they couldn't sleep, they finally looked forward to the deacon-level strongman who came after receiving the order of the archbishop.
In the open space where dust was still flying, Yin Kangseul, who had a firm and clear face, was holding a silver mirror with an ancient pattern, observing the scorched marks on the ground, and discussing in a low voice with his colleagues beside him.
"There are certain residues of high explosive explosions in the dust here. Could it be related to the previously controlled arms smuggling?"
Karl, who had a monocle embedded in the orbit of his right eye, tapped the frame of his glasses, a spiritual light flickered, and more information poured into his brain.
"Probably not. Those gangsters brought out steam rifles just now. They probably panicked after seeing the explosion."
Yin Kangseru rubbed the black dust he picked up from the ground and slowly shook his head.
Karl is the only member of the team he leads who usually studies gunpowder. At the same time, the Sealed Artifact 2-0831 he has mastered also has an auxiliary effect in analysis, and the insights he puts forward are of great reference value.
After pondering for a moment, Yin Kangse looked at the almost deserted soil not far away, which was also the only land that was not stained with scorch.
"And there is still a very strong smell of the dead here. It should not be caused by those sewer rats."
As he said that, he nodded heavily as if he was trying to convince himself.
"I even believe that it is those lunatics in the Southern Continent who can make such a reckless provocation. Even the Aurora Society would not go so far."
Karl on the side tapped the monocle on his right eye with his knuckles and acknowledged:
"It's possible that the 'devil' has also been very active recently."
Staring at the deserted soil that could not be ignored, Yin Kangse shook his head, and immediately uncovered the black velvet covering the surface of the silver mirror. After looking around to confirm that the other members were busy investigating, he coughed dryly and turned away.
Carl, who was still immersed in the analysis of gunpowder, was stunned for a moment when he saw the captain's actions. Then he coughed dryly and moved to the other side of the silver mirror, using his body to block the direction of the others.
A trace of gratitude flashed in Yin Kangse's eyes, and his right palm slowly touched the surface of the silver mirror. He took a deep breath, his expression became determined, and he said in a deep voice:
"Dear Arrods, my question is, who were the participants in what just happened here."
With the vague apprehension on Yin Kangse's resolute face, the surrounding darkness suddenly became dense, and ripples quickly appeared on the surface of the silver mirror.
The gray and simple silver mirror floating in the mirror seemed a little excited, and pictures emerged one after another.
In the leaping firelight, a silhouette of a model lake was blurred in the smoke and dust raised by the explosion. High-temperature air waves rose and fell in the air. As the firelight stopped, the tall figure in a black double-breasted dress finally gradually became clear and rose into the sky.
Under the orange-red color, this mysterious man with a shadow on his back holds a black staff. The melted oil paint outlines the perseverance on his face, giving people a sense of majesty that cannot be looked directly at.
The scene stagnated for a few seconds, until the mysterious man cast his cold gaze, almost making Yin Kangse and Karl think that the other party could even feel the peeping from the air. Then they slowly turned around and walked towards the fire that was still burning behind them, and the fluttering hem of the dress gradually began to move.
Dissolved in the burning orange-red.
The two looked at each other, each seeing the movement in the other's eyes.
The fluctuating water light in the mirror swept across, and the picture changed. A brand new scene shocked the two of them again.
In the rolling smoke, the mysterious man just now stared indifferently at the middle-aged man with a painful face in front of him, and a giant skeleton standing humbly beside the man waved his hand mercilessly.
Scene after scene alternated, and Yin Kangse and Karl saw the figure of Mo Hu who had cut off the head of the "werewolf", the "living corpse" swallowed by the bronze door, and a woman whose face was obscured by smoke, but whose complicated palace dress and slightly messy appearance
Her long blond hair can still reveal the delicate face of the woman.
Yin Jing, who was concentrating on projecting the picture, seemed to be stunned for a moment, but finally settled on the few frames that best highlighted the woman's cold temperament. After Yin Kangse and the two came back to their senses, they slowly returned to gray.
This...Yin Kangseul has a strange expression on his resolute face.
Although from the little information revealed in the scene just now, he could judge the strangeness of the abilities possessed by these strange extraordinary beings, or the mysterious man, but what he felt more was the strangeness of the other party's fighting and leaving the scene.
Elegant and powerful.
Karl on the side also looked strange, but before the two of them could express their feelings, a few lines of ancient Fussac words suddenly appeared on the silver mirror:
"Now, according to the rules of reciprocity, it is my turn to ask questions."
"If you answer wrongly or lie, you will be severely punished."
The ancient Fusacian words presented in the cursive body are elegant and coherent, which seems to indicate that this mirror is in a good mood.
Yin Kangse first praised the great God of Steam and Machinery in his heart, and then nodded anxiously.
The surface of the silver mirror, which seemed to be in a good mood, was gray and white, and a new line of words appeared.
"What's your sexual orientation?"
Standing aside, Carl's face turned red as he stretched his neck curiously, and then his eyes slowly opened wide. Under the stunned Yin Kangse's pleading gaze, he subconsciously took a step back.
...
Outskirts of Backlund, 10:50 pm.
Dots of firelight in the eastern district in the distance dotted the night with not many stars tonight. Klein, whose right side of his clothes was mostly burned, endured the burning pain from the gray-black wound and walked into the dark place in front of him.
Among the trees.
Passing through the tangled shrubs and under the dry willow tree, a gentleman of medium stature was waiting for him quietly.
"Good evening, Mr. Azik."
After listening to the cries of crows in the trees and looking at each other in silence for a long time, Klein took off the human skin mask on his face and revealed a bitter smile on his lips.
"Good evening, Klein." Azik, who was under the withered willow tree, carefully observed the embarrassment on Klein's body and frowned unconsciously.
The desolate woods fell into silence again.
"Did you encounter any danger?"
Seeing that the student who had been out of touch for a while was speechless, Azik sighed softly, took the initiative to open up the topic, waved his right hand with a transparent glove, and the surroundings instantly fell into a refreshing atmosphere. of shade.
Klein felt the stimulation of ice compress on the wound, and when he looked with his spiritual vision, he saw several strange-looking spirits gently licking his wound.
"I was only entrusted by others to deal with some members of the 'Rose School of Thought', and I was not in danger."
Taking a deep breath, seeing that Mr. Azik did not ask why he was resurrected, nor why he drove the messenger to fight for no reason, Klein suddenly felt as if he had returned to the time of Tingen.
"'Rose School'..." Azik stroked the folds of his formal suit that were blown by the wind, with a solemn expression on his face.
"They are very dangerous. Although I have not remembered all the memories, I still vaguely remember that this sect believes in a very powerful and evil god. You should not be involved in this kind of danger."
As he spoke, he unconsciously adopted a slightly scolding tone.
Keliannono, who had grown a bit of beard and was no longer bookish, nodded, humbly accepted the teacher's education, and then explained:
"I have encountered some dangers before, and that friend helped me a lot. Because of some accidents, she saw my true appearance, but she chose to keep this secret, so I... "
Azik waved his hand under the withered willow tree, the expression on his bronze face was still somewhat solemn.
"Have you been in danger before?"
"Didn't He appoint an angel to protect you?"
Azik glanced behind Klein, carefully examining the nearby spiritual world and reality, his brows furrowing even deeper.
According to the memory he has recovered, both Ambrosius and Edmund Yin Asong should be able to handle such a matter easily.
Klein, whose burns no longer hurt, opened his mouth and suddenly felt guilty.
"She mentioned it, but I refused."
Azik, who was still thinking about why the angel under the "God of Mystery" had left his post without permission, was stunned for a moment and shook his head as if talking to himself.
"Rejection is your own choice, and actually it's not bad."
As he spoke, the expression on his bronze face suddenly softened, and a smile appeared as if he had remembered something.
"By the way, you just said that you were entrusted by a friend. What sequence is she in?"
Hmm... Klein suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu and opened his mouth again, almost stuttering.
"The resentful soul."
Sure enough, Azik frowned again imperceptibly.
However, considering that the student probably came back from the dead due to the arrangement of the "God of Mystery", and left Tingen and came to Backlund, he still maintained a languid smile and nodded in agreement.
"Since he is avoiding the pursuit of the Rose Sect, he should be a member of the Temperance Sect."
"But if you encounter such danger in the future, you can always tell me via messenger. Maybe my opinion can help you."
"Yes, Mr. Azik." Klein pursed his lips and nodded quickly, his right hand unconsciously clenching the cane in his palm.
Azik, who was wearing a dark blue formal suit, walked slowly and looked in the direction scattered with scattered lights, his eyes seeming to penetrate the physical distance.
He stared into the distance, turned his back to Klein and reminded:
"The 'Machine Heart' is investigating the battlefield where you were just now. They should be carrying sealed objects for divination."
Listening to the teacher's calm tone, Klein lowered his head with guilt.
"But don't worry about it, the aura on you is enough to block most of the divination in the world." Azik turned around, stared at Klein's almost recovered wound, waved carelessly, and the strange-looking The undead creatures were instantly driven back to the underworld.
"But I still suggest that you take good care of the wound tomorrow. The treatment I just performed can only ensure that you will not get infected for no reason. You need enough rest now."
"Yes, Mr. Azik." Klein nodded again, not daring to look directly at Mr. Azik, and resolutely kept the matter of assassinating Cappin with Louis Yinwensi the day after tomorrow in his heart.
It seemed that he could see that he still had something on his mind, but Azik, who had always respected the students' wishes since he was a teacher, said no more and walked to Klein's side, his arms hanging in the air.
"If you go back from here, you may encounter official Beyonders and police nearby. Do you need help?"
Klein looked at Azik's outstretched arm. Although he felt a little awkward, after careful consideration, he still responded:
"Then I'm sorry to trouble you."
After saying that, he put his arm on Azik's arm.
The "Death Archon" who received the student's response no longer hesitated. The colors around him suddenly became distorted. The red ones became redder, the yellow ones became more yellow, and the white ones became whiter. The illusory color blocks of the spiritual world occupied Klein's field of vision. In an instant, the two of them stood in the corresponding spirit world area.
Azik, who was looking ahead, drove away the spiritual creatures wandering nearby with a low voice.
"Where do you live?"
Klein, who was still curiously observing the nearby supernatural beings, turned around slightly panicked and whispered:
"No. 17, Minsk Street, Jowood District."
I don't know if it was an illusion, but when he heard about the Jowood District, the "Death Archon" seemed to have a flash of relief in his eyes.
He briefly discerned the direction of the spiritual world, losing the concept of up, down, left, and right, and then the cold invisible wind pushed the two of them, moving for about thirty seconds, and stopped on a dark brown color block.
Before Klein could react, the strangeness around him suddenly disappeared, replaced by his familiar living room and sofa.
This is Minsk Street 17.
After roughly taking in the interior of this house, Azik nodded and said in a calm voice:
"I will still stay in Backlund recently, and 0-08 is still chasing me. Although with that breath today, it probably won't notice you, but the sudden vacancy in its perspective may still notice you. Cause unnecessary trouble."
"It's not my place to stay near you for too long."
But I have been targeted by 0-08... Listening to the teacher's concern, Klein curled his lips sadly in his heart, but in reality he still had a calm face and nodded to Azik respectfully. nod.
"Thank you for reminding."
After explaining the last thing and not wanting to disturb the students' rest, Azik sank back into the spiritual world. Only the crimson moonlight illuminated part of the floor in the living room, leaving only Klein alone again.
All the tension was finally released. Klein, who was holding the human skin mask in his hand, felt the fatigue that was constantly flooding into his brain. He staggered a few steps and fell backwards on the sofa.
His diffuse focus dullly reflected the peaceful interior. After a few breaths, he slept on the sofa without even changing his clothes.
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Set it up today.
I'm writing a paper today and my head hurts so much. I'm sorry...
Speaking of which, I have an exam coming up soon. Although it shouldn't affect me too much and I need to update more, it may really make me busy.
A one-month examination cycle is too long.
Finally, I would like to ask for monthly tickets and recommendations, please!