In the hotel room, Daniz looked terrified, his hands waving in front of his chest, and courage came out of nowhere.
Klein, who was reading the newspaper, glanced at him unexpectedly, and Danitz immediately fell silent.
I'm crazy. I think you are really crazy?
"Any questions?"
After thinking about it carefully, Klein decided to listen to Daniz's thoughts.
Daniz, who was cowering in the chair, hummed like a little animal, his eyes wandering, and hesitantly said:
"Have you ever thought about the possibility that you smashed that bar and became famous?"
Isn't this a good thing? Klein nodded slightly and motioned for him to continue.
"Let's not talk about your cooperation with the captain. I think we should be careful when we go out in the future. And if there is such a big fuss, there is no need to look for that woman."
"What you said makes sense." Klein nodded, agreeing with Daniz's idea. "So why don't we take the initiative to find her?"
Klein looked at Daniz who looked confused, took off the pen and paper from the inside of his coat, and slapped it on the table.
“Billfish Bar.”
Danitz looked at the pen and paper on the table, full of confusion.
Klein, who was wearing the face of Gehrman, clicked his tongue and patiently explained:
"Lucien Novi's companion lives in the Billfish Bar."
Danitz was stunned for a moment after picking up the pen and paper, and couldn't help but clapped his hands.
"Yes, go now, Lucien Novi's companions won't have time to hear the news."
He eagerly put down the paper and pen, stood up quickly, and turned around a few times. When he saw Hermann looking at him strangely, he calmed down his expression and sat back in his seat.
"Aren't we going?"
"Go," Klein straightened the collar of his coat, slowly walked away from his seat, and picked up the cane leaning on the table.
"I'll go alone."
"What about me?" Daniz glanced at the pen and paper, at a loss, "I think you still need a helper...for example, to help you bury the body?"
Ha...Klein slowly raised an arc with no warmth and glanced at the table.
"You can inform your captain so that she can prepare to dock."
...
The darkness in the ruins tunnel was bottomless, and the Silver City exploration team could only barely see the road clearly with the faint sunlight emitted by Derrick.
I don't know if it's due to the seals or other factors, but they can't light the lights in this tunnel and can only rely on their extraordinary abilities for lighting.
Colin held the sword in both hands and walked at the front, filled with doubts in his heart.
The predecessor of Silver City, the Kingdom of Silver, is located in the hinterland ruled by the original giants. There are not many opportunities to encounter monsters with high-sequence "divination". Although many records about the "god of mystery" have been left behind, under the baptism of long years,
Those records that tend to praise the great deeds of the gods have no more descriptions of the sequence itself.
He couldn't determine whether the ability to limit lights was specific to the "divineer" sequence itself, or whether it was something else.
"Front." Lovia, who was in the team, suddenly strode forward. The resentful silver knight put his hands on the ground, staring at the mottled wall with burning blood in the gap of his helmet, and his almost illusory palms suddenly pressed against it, completely ignoring it.
Reminders from companions behind you.
The stream of light from the stars suddenly expanded, lighting up the lightless passage, and the huge knight's shadow was forced to retreat and retracted into Lovia's body.
Colin, who was originally vigilant, adapted to the sudden light. After seeing the surface of the wall clearly, the raised sword couldn't help but droop downwards.
In front of everyone in Silver City, a mural occupying a hundred meters of passage on both sides was colorful and looked nothing like a relic that was thousands of years old.
The reason why these murals can be determined to be the remains of the Creator's period is because there is a large amount of dust flying on the walls on both sides of the passage, which was obviously blown by the spiritual explosion just now, and the various murals are also shining with spiritual brilliance, and all the colors are just relics.
Reflection after being triggered.
"chief......"
Joshua, who had always been calm, hesitated a little, turned his head to ask for instructions, but found that Chief Colin was already stunned, his light blue eyes trembling, as if he had seen something unbelievable.
Lovia, who also noticed Colin's gaffe, followed her line of sight. At the end of the passage, on a mural that was less conspicuous than the paintings on both sides, there was a blue-black giant with a blood moon above his head, and immeasurable blood.
Spraying out from the broken neck, a knight wearing heavy armor, with dusk orange-red gleaming from the gaps in his face armor, knelt down on one knee.
"Continue to explore..." Colin shook his head violently, looked at the expressions of the people around him, and walked forward pretending that nothing happened.
Under the bright light, the Silver City team can clearly see the details of each mural without the help of lights.
Since the birth of the Creator, the murals here have recorded the beginning and end of the establishment of the Glorious Age. Even the mysterious "God of Mysteries" has become a frequent visitor on the murals, but he is always shown in a hooded image. Derrick nodded repeatedly when he saw it.
This is consistent with the image Mr. "Fool" sometimes shows on the gray fog. Maybe it's true?
As the exit of the 100-meter passage gets closer and closer, the murals on both sides also change their style and become abstract.
In the end, apart from the sun getting higher and higher from the ground, no one could see what other intentions were implying.
"This was originally the church of this city-state?" Joshua couldn't help but ask.
Valier shook his head hard and said, "It should be part of the church."
He couldn't help but tilted his head and asked.
"Chief...what do you think of these paintings?"
Colin's face returned to normal and he looked forward solemnly, the dark green symbols in his eyes slowly turning after taking the potion.
"The specific content is difficult to determine, but it should be true."
"Why?" Lovia looked slightly sideways.
Colin pointed forward, causing the others to stretch their necks, and Derrick even raised his arms, and the sunlight swept towards the direction Colin pointed.
"It is recorded in the ancient books in the city that in the glorious age, there were eight angel kings serving at the side of the Lord. One of them was called the 'Tailor' and the 'Angel of Destiny'."
On the screen wall at the end of the passage, a young man in a white robe and white hair looked down at everyone with compassion. Twelve pairs of white wings stretched out to fill the wall of the feature film. Countless twisted symbols connected end to end filled it. Just looking at it made people feel dizzy.
.
Speaking of this, Colin not only glanced at Lovia beside him, but saw that there was nothing unusual about the elder. It was just that she was different from everyone else. Compared to the holy angel, her attention was entirely on the one behind the angel.
On the endless curtain, the shadows under your feet can't help but float.
"Go on, the remaining spirituality here is about to disappear."
Colin sighed silently and was the first to cross the screen wall.
...
Klein looked at the houses and trees that were receding as the carriage moved forward. He retracted his finger that was tapping the window frame, and barely took four steps backwards under the cover of illusion, arriving above the gray fog.
"Ambrosius, the prayer of the planeswalker?"
Why didn't "Secret" show up in person? Where did she go?
With doubts, he opened the unfamiliar crimson star. The gray fog around him automatically condensed, and he pressed the "Black Emperor" card with his palm.
The strange crimson color spread into an oval, and Roman Ambrosius, dressed in simple robes, stood in it, praying devoutly.
"The great 'God of Mysteries', the scroll writer Dunn Smith met the followers of the 'Rose School' in Tula, the coal capital of Loen, and prayed to contact Klein Moretti, and asked me to pray to you.
.....”
Klein, who was at the top, couldn't help but stepped back and pressed against the back of the chair behind him when he heard this unquestionable prayer.
The captain met the "Rose School of Thought"? This was his first thought.
"But why doesn't the captain just pray to me..."
He looked around helplessly and found that "Secret" still hadn't appeared, as if it had answered his question with silence.
Alas, even though he has the title of being a half-god, it always feels weird when facing a real angel... Klein put on his usual pretense of playing the "Fool", and the "Black Emperor" card was silent
Incorporated into the spirit body, the majesty enveloped this false god from the inside out.
"I see."
...
In Bayam City, Amon relaxed his palms, gently let go of the fate that had no use value, and let it return to Ambrosius.
She adjusted her monocle with interest and looked toward the east of the city.
Through Ambrosius's connection with Origin Castle, she easily captured the fleeting breath.
"It's only a few kilometers away. Should I go now or take a look first?"
Amon was talking to himself, but he had already arrived on the road where Klein's carriage was driving. He turned his head and stared at the carriage getting further and further away, and closed his eyes.
"Forget it, let's follow first." Amon lowered his head and glanced at the reins in his hands, and the corners of his mouth curved up.
Dongdongdong... There was a vibration on the wooden board behind him. Amon turned his head with a smile, crossed the half-closed window above, and asked with a smile:
"What's wrong, sir?"
His consciousness had just returned to his body and he felt spiritual shock. He looked at the perfectly normal coachman and shook his head.
"nothing."
A little nervous... Klein pressed his temples and his eyes fell on the cane beside him.
After thinking about it, he took off the "Creeping Hunger" on his left hand. Looking at this powerful sealed object that allowed him to face Sequence Five or even cross-Sequence killing, he couldn't help but get distracted.
The two sealed artifacts, "Creeping Hunger" and "Lurching Desire", I can't even tell if they were subtly affected by negative effects...
If he were himself during the Backlund era, he would not have made such a high-profile move today.
No, I shouldn't have smashed that bar. This is no longer high-profile, it's almost like deliberately echoing the personality. Although the digestion effect is obvious, I can't alienate myself from my true heart for the sake of digestion.
Klein thought about all this, and finally brought the "squirming hunger" back to his left hand.
In fact, the root of everything is the truth. If I had never known the truth, I might not have done so many things that I never did before.
Klein's introspection continues, and the carriage is still moving forward. There is no going back.
It was as if Amon had stolen Klein's attention from the coachman a minute ago, and the corners of his mouth had already curled up to his ears.
No, the psychological activities of my little uncle are too interesting.