When Zhou Mingrui was still on Earth, he saw a piece of news.
A certain sales company engaged in foreign trade was suppressed by two joint giants and unfortunately went bankrupt.
In order to sympathize with his subordinates, the young and promising company boss sold his property and paid his employees their last salary before going bankrupt.
However, if the employees in the news still received their final wages despite losing their jobs, then Klein, who has not even received the deposit, is left with only the corpse of his employer and the pursuit that may strike at any time.
kill.
"What 'Secret' said, wouldn't the opportunity to become stronger be licking Detective Zerrell's bag?" Klein crouched down slightly after clearing his mind and confirming that the "Rose Bishop" who was chasing him just now had left, his expression twitching.
He looked down at his former employer with a ferocious face.
In the brief exchange just now, Zerrell had completely exposed Klein's existence to the members of the Zigman Party. Although the other party did not see his face, there was still a high possibility that he had learned from the patrons of the Bounty Hunter Bar yesterday.
Traces of Klein were traced in reverse.
And that woman also snatched away two items at the end... She wouldn't have snatched away both of Detective Zerrell's sealed items, right?
Suddenly remembering those tentacles made of blood threads, Klein perked up. He put on the black gloves he had prepared in advance to prevent himself from direct contact with the corpse, and leaned down to fumble around.
He imitated the movements he had seen on Frye, and carefully opened his clothes with the Tarot cards enhanced by "Pull Paper into Soldiers". He was alert to the movement in the sewer and quickly turned his wrist.
As the black formal jacket was torn open, Klein finally saw a brooch that shone with a faint golden light.
This piece of jewelry depicts the Sword of Judgment, which symbolizes the royal family of Loen, surrounded by irregular patterns, and a string of vague characters carved in the ancient Fusac language on the back.
Levi Tamara... As a former history college student, Klein is certainly familiar with this surname that once occupied a certain space in the history of the Fourth Age, but if it is Nighthawk Klein, he is even more familiar with it.
The title "fallen aristocrat".
However, considering the current danger, Klein did not delve into this name that seemed very problematic at first sight. Instead, he turned to observe the dawn-like light that was about to condense into the hollow in the chest of Zerrell's corpse.
Boom, boom, boom!
In the silent sewer, a heavy sound of running suddenly sounded. Klein's inspiration moved, and the image of several tall men running wildly appeared in his mind.
It just so happened that at this time, the characteristics left behind by Zerrell had been completely separated. Klein had no time to search for other relics, so he had to immediately grab the characteristic that made people feel pain just by touching it. Then, concealed in the darkness, he rushed out of the sewer exit in one breath.
Got out.
Bang!
The manhole cover with the sewer hole jingled and rotated on the cover, and the sound of metal collision repeatedly surrounded and lingered in the closed space of the sewer.
This was not because Klein was careless and forgot to hide his traces, but because he deliberately left omissions in order to lure away members of the Zigman Party who might be crouching.
Since it was impossible for him to walk around the West District with a corpse on his back, he could only use this method to attract the attention of the Zigman Party and the police as much as possible, and try his best to preserve Detective Zerrell's body.
Within a few seconds, a tall man wearing a black windbreaker and carrying a lantern turned the corner and saw Detective Zerrell lying on the ground with his clothes in a mess.
He was not surprised by the enemy's death, but was extremely calm, with a smug smile after success appearing on his face.
It seems that the man-eating monster has successfully dealt with the Feysac barbarian... Hey, we don't need to do this... Meursault waved behind him, and several gang members followed him
He immediately moved forward and picked up Zerrell's torn clothes.
"Boss, he doesn't have the documents that the gentleman asked for." After several searches, a skinny man held the fragments of a black formal suit in his hand and shook his head sideways.
"Don't worry about it." Meursault, who lightly tapped his forehead twice to activate his spiritual vision, walked slowly, his tone rising, "Mr. Rosago just sent a message that he has snatched the information related to the document from the police. We
Just make sure this guy is dead."
He casually glanced at Zerrell's body twice, his slightly satisfied face stiffening.
Why haven't you seen that kind of "gem" that shines?
Last time, he set a trap to kill a "sheriff" according to the instructions of Mr. Ambassador, and accidentally discovered that after the death of the Extraordinary, some kind of gemstone seemed to grow on the body!
Afterwards, he asked Mr. Rosago specifically, and he said that the gemstone was about the same as a potion, and he rewarded himself with 100 pounds. He also promised that he would put in a good word for himself in front of the Ambassador and strive for a chance to be promoted.
But now he didn't find any similar items on this corpse. Isn't Zerrell an extraordinary person?
"Look for any hidden places on his body. If you can find information about them, the master will not treat us badly." Meursault, who was annoyed at losing the expected "wealth", quickly adjusted.
Got the mood.
He remembered Mr. Ambassador's teachings that the most important thing for a "hunter" to cultivate is patience and the ability to maintain a calm mind after losing his prey.
You bastard of a bitch, you won't leave anyone any benefits even if you die... The gang leader cursed secretly and took out a brand new cigarette from his trouser pocket.
After a few rubs, the flame of the match shone brightly in the darkness on his fingertips.
............
A quarter of an hour later, Meursault, who was warned, left the sewer with his skinny henchman, leaving only three new members who were not from the plateau to deal with Zerrell's nowhere-to-be-placed body.
They plan to sprinkle special chemicals to attract rats that exist deep in the sewers, thereby burying traces that may be exploited by the authorities.
These three people are all fresh blood coming from nearby villages.
Most of them are singles, and they were originally farmers who owned their own land. However, after the "Corn Act", these poor people who had acquired their land followed the trend and poured into Backlund, known as the "City of Hope".
However, unlike the original residents of the East End, these singles who had previously lived a more comfortable life could not bear the heavy daily work in the dock area. After only trying for a month, they discussed joining the rapidly expanding Zigman Party and became less qualified members.
The peripheral members are usually responsible for collecting protection fees from "respectable" residents in the East District.
At this time, the three of them had requisitioned the meat-like particles they had brought with them and were carefully spreading them on Zerrell's body.
These meat pellets are rare items purchased from a certain pharmacist's shop. They are said to be very attractive to rats and other creatures that live in the dark.
Hua Hua, Hua Hua.
Under the guidance of an unknown force, the three people who had not been taken seriously since joining the gang exuded obvious dissatisfaction. Their inner desires gradually evaporated from their bodies, and wisps of substantial black smoke spread out, exuding an alluring aura.
.
This is the embodiment of emotions, which cannot be seen by mortals. It is a strange object made with authority and is the best food for captive demons.
In the darkness of the corner, ten horns with a dark red color as if blood had coagulated eerily emerged from the solid ground.
They were like the dorsal fins of giant sharks in the deep sea, sliding and swimming nimbly. The cement-paved floor of the sewer rippled in circles, like smooth water being split.
These ten giant horns swam silently behind the three unsuspecting fools, and with a crash, the wave of shadows slid down from the seven giant black heads that were slowly raised, just like real water flowing along the ferocious and sharp water.
The horniness formed several thin waterfalls.
The seven-headed and ten-horned dragon looked down at the three prey beneath him, its huge nostrils humming slightly, savoring the dark steam emanating from their bodies, and sludge-like saliva dripped from its fangs under the stimulation of pure emotions.
.
This is the anger of leaving home, this is the despair of dying, this is the dissatisfaction of never succeeding, this is the dark and pure emotion of human beings.
This is "Devil King" Fabuti's first delicious meal in Backlund.
............
After taking the steam subway and escaping back to the East District, Klein did not dare to go back to his apartment directly after confirming that no one was following him. Instead, he randomly found a hotel in the East District and rented a simple single room.
He locked the door, took out the silver dagger and ritual materials he carried with him from the inside of the worker's uniform, and walked around the room while holding the dagger to spray out his spirituality, skillfully building a wall of spirituality.
After a battle, with most of his spirituality used, and his mind already feeling a little empty, Klein did not dare to delay, and immediately arranged the sacrifice ceremony that he had given to Miss Justice and others, and would use the seal obtained from Detective Zerrell
The objects and characteristics were placed on the simple altar together.
After doing all this, he held the pistol again, walked four steps backwards quickly, and sat his unconscious body on the chair prepared in advance. He crossed the murmur and returned to the gray fog.
Facing the silent light patterns that were constantly swaying on the long bronze table, Klein quickly spread his spirituality and opened the door he had just built through the sacrifice ceremony.
The hazy door slowly opened, and a gold-toned badge and a mass of characteristics that shone like dawn flew out and landed steadily in front of Klein, who was sitting at the head of the long table.
Only here did Klein have the confidence to explore the origins and functions of these two items.
Not to mention Gray Mist's own extremely high status, coupled with the "secret" hidden here, even if Klein takes over the True God again now, he will probably not be the one to suffer.
However, I remember that when I did my divination earlier, the light that symbolized the characteristics of the ancient knight was orange...
Could it be that in divination the symbols are only vaguely revealed, and that orange is the symbol of the "warrior" path?
Klein, who was not very spiritual, wasted no time. He shook his head slightly. After some hesitation, he decided to divine the characteristics left by Detective Zerrell to see if he could still obtain certain information.
The citrine pendant was taken off the wrist and hung still towards the dawn-colored "gem" on the table.
"The sequence corresponding to the characteristics of this mass, and the information related to its original owner!"