"The sequence corresponding to the characteristics of this mass, and the information related to its original owner!"
The naturally drooping citrine pendant is pushed by invisible forces and slowly rotates clockwise.
Silently, a burst of deep red rose in front of Klein's eyes, and the thin gray mist pulled his spirit body into the dream.
In the hazy dream, the gray mist enveloped the star-like crimson light, twisting, stretching, and blending to build columns with a very Fusac style, supporting a huge dome.
This is the base camp of the Feysac intelligence agency, the KGB Saar, and it is also the place where Zerrell Victor Lee became an extraordinary person.
In the exquisitely carved hall, luxurious dark purple curtains hang down from the second-floor terrace. Delicate angel sculptures surround the tall knight statue in the center. The rough swords and halberds echo with the supple wings, setting off the entire hall.
They are all extremely holy, unabashedly declaring the majesty of the God of War.
"Everyone, you are all believers of God with good backgrounds."
"You are the bravest warriors, fearless martyrs, and devout believers in front of the Temple of Dusk." General Doyenov Balkovitch loudly announced the opening remarks he had asked his secretary to write in advance, with his military uniform straight and flashing.
Bright, huge badges hung all over his chest, attracting the young adults in the audience to look at him with envy in their eyes.
The top person in charge of the intelligence agency was pacing on the terrace on the second floor. His tall eagle nose and sharp eyebrows gave people a sense of self-reliance. His deep brown eyes were like sharp swords.
One by one, they passed over the heads of the neatly arranged young men below, their stiff black brows frowning more and more tightly.
"But, these won't give you many points here!" The general who climbed up with military merit mercilessly scolded the reservists below. His body, which is two and a half meters tall, is extremely tall and tall, and the light casts a shadow on it.
The shadow extends to the end of the hall, "Your status as a noble and as a graduate of the military academy cannot help you much. Here, I only look at what you can bring to the empire in the future and what you can do for the great god.
contribute."
"Here, you will have the opportunity to become God's slaves and become a 'warrior'..."
The intelligence agency directly under the Fusac military, the general should be a demigod... Klein, who had seen the term "KGB Sar" in the internal information of the Nighthawks, nodded slightly and took the initiative
Manipulate dreams, drive dream images composed of gray fog, and change scenes.
Accompanied by the sound of shattering glass, the hazy picture gradually became abstract from his perspective, with obvious cracks occupying the retina. The entire scene quickly reorganized into a small room in a basement, as if a shortcut key had been pressed.
"Yevgeny, your previous contributions have proven your loyalty to God. Now I will assign you to sneak into Loen and be directly responsible for the intelligence work in the Backlund District." The half-giant with a vague face and a height of more than two meters looked down.
He looked at the subordinate in front of him with a deep voice, like a bear in formal clothes.
"Due to the limitations of the path, you cannot be promoted and must maintain the status of 'Weapon Master'. You can only master a few more easily sealed sealed items, but I can assure you that as long as the mission is successful, you will receive an unprecedented honor from others.
The Admiral will help you directly become an honorable 'Guardian'."
"You have to remember that this is not only your glory, but also the glory of the Boneves family."
After hearing his boss's affirmation, Yevgeny, who went by the pseudonym Zerrell in Loen, couldn't help but fantasize about his successful future. His young face was extremely excited, and he put his right hand into a fist between his eyes while trembling.
"In the name of the great 'God of War'."
"In the name of the great 'God of War'." The vague-faced half-giant opposite him also raised his hand, his voice was sonorous, powerful and extremely firm.
Another burst of deep red flashed, and Klein, who had roughly grasped the situation, took the initiative to escape from the dream, and sat upright leaning on the stone high-backed chair.
It turned out to be the Sequence Seven "Weapon Master"... Klein, who was sitting at the top, tentatively held the "gem" that was wrapped in thin gray mist and shone like the dawn.
Feeling the tingling sensation that was no longer strong, Klein, who should have been happy to have harvested a medium-sequence extraordinary characteristic, felt awkward for no reason.
Although in terms of his identity as Klein Moretti, he invisibly eradicated a despicable spy for the kingdom, the current Klein is no longer the original core. He is just an earthling who holds memory fragments.
Well, there are no real feelings.
In any case, these are the "relics" I took from my dead employer. I have never thought about making money from dead people before... My thoughts are divergent and I am bound by my previous way of thinking.
Klein didn't express too much emotion. He just cursed a few words, put it aside, and picked up another "trophy".
Poor Mr. Zerrell, consider this the reward you haven't paid... Klein, who felt guilty, raised his right hand again, and the pendulum dropped naturally, ready to go.
As expected, after divination, the positive and negative effects of this sealed object were not much different from what Klein had previously guessed, with only some slight differences in some details.
For example, the negative effect of this sealed object causing the user to lose mobility in a certain part of the body is not to change the target part according to a specific time, but to randomly select it, maybe one hour, maybe ten minutes.
And its specific function is not only "spiritual puncture", but also has two auxiliary functions, "releasing majesty" and "breath tracking", but the latter can only be used in areas that it is familiar with.
"From all aspects, the effect of this sealed object is a bit outrageous, and its origin is also very sensitive. It is best to sell it to others through the Tarot Society and stay away from Backlund..." Hang upside down
Mr. Man and Little Sun?" Klein, who had already witnessed the power of negative effects, sighed for a moment and made his judgment without much hesitation.
He planned to name this sealed object "Tamara's Brooch" and keep it directly above the gray mist. Unless it was really needed, he would never take it back to reality.
As for Detective Zerrell's other "relic", the attribute of "Weapon Master" - this extraordinary attribute that can hardly be obtained through divination is hard currency no matter where it is, whether Klein takes it
Whether you trade the materials needed by "The Sun" for itself, or simply sell them in exchange for gold pounds, it will be a considerable income.
Next, the Zigman Party will definitely track down the companions behind Detective Zerrell. Maybe I should contact Ian to remind him of the danger... The spirituality is spreading around him, and Klein is about to return to reality, thinking calmly.
Looking at the next action, I couldn't help but worry about the smart and brave boy, and had the idea of taking risks.
............
"Sir, it's right in front. We found the body in front." A bald man wearing a trainee inspector's uniform guided the people behind him diligently. The lantern held in his left hand was raised high, illuminating the darkness in the sewer.
, steps quickly.
Behind him, several strong men wearing long-distance running patterns with waves and lightning patterns and carrying handbags had sharp eyes and were breathing heavily.
"That's it. It's just that the scene is a bit disgusting. I haven't seen it in so many years..." Before the bald trainee inspector could finish speaking, the strong men behind him directly passed over his body and took the initiative to approach.
The corpse looked like it had been run over by a giant engineering tool.
On the ground here, several incomplete corpses were clinging to the ground, with their bones and flesh crushed into pieces, making it impossible for the members of the Punishers who rushed over to remove them.
The leader, a man with an anchor-shaped tattoo on his neck, frowned. Feeling the extremely strong filthy atmosphere here, he couldn't help but hit his left chest hard, and immediately said in a deep voice:
"Seal this area and don't allow anyone to come into contact with it until His Excellency the Archbishop has inspected it."
"Captain Parmar, what exactly happened here?" A punishment agent who didn't seem to be a "sailor" put down the magnifying glass in his hand, somewhat puzzled.
Parmar Wettings, who was mobilizing his "Ocean Singer" ability and preparing to report directly to the Archbishop, had blood vessels in his forehead pounding and there was obvious anger in his voice.
"It's a high-ranking demon. Damn it, first it was Qilingos, then the Aurora Society and the Psychological Alchemy Society. Now why are demons involved? How on earth are these bastards going to bring disaster to Backlund before they are willing to do it!"
In an instant, the scattered lightning was violently recovered, which stung Parmar's nerves.
"Leave quickly, there may still be pollution lurking here." Parmar, who had received the reply from the "Singer of God", had a solemn look on his face, and immediately shouted, "Everyone returns directly to the church and undergoes 1-285 purification!
"
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Osler Hospital on the West Side.
This is a hospital famous for its orthopedics and a hospital with a good reputation in the West District.
After escaping from the sewer, Dunn sent his employer directly to the hospital. At this time, he was sitting in the corridor outside the operating room, accepting questioning from members of the Heart of Machinery who had just arrived.
Because Old Babbage was a devout steam believer, even if the case occurred in the West District, members of the Steam Church were responsible for the subsequent investigation.
"Are you an Extraordinary?" Deacon Ikanser of the Heart of Machinery team asked Dunn in a calm tone, not caring about the messy brown hair on his head, holding a notebook in his hand.
Because the official Beyonders had already collected Dunn's hair and blood at No. 27 Red Maple Street and confirmed his identity as an Beyonder, Dunn confessed his serial number without any hesitation.
"I am a 'nightmare', and I obtained the potions and formulas through my family's channels."
The Evans family is a relatively famous family in Jianhai County, and their business network covers almost half of Loen. They are a famous family that can directly join the ranks of the nobility by purchasing titles.
"Family channels..." Deacon Ikanser, who was recording, suddenly paused. He didn't know what he thought of, and repeated Dunn's words in a low voice, "We have confirmed your identity, Mr. Louis Evans.
We have an idea about your situation."
As the former captain of the Nighthawks, Dunn was well aware of the way official Extraordinaries treated wild Extraordinaries. His body suddenly became tense and he planned to forcefully escape from the hospital at any time if the situation went wrong.
He didn't want to be caught underground and become an experimental member who never saw the light of day before taking revenge.
As if aware of the other party's nervousness, Ikonser, who had originally planned to go around in a circle, coughed quickly and spoke faster:
"Don't worry, I just want to ask, are you willing to be our informant?"