Plop!Plop!Plop!
Klein's heart suddenly began to beat violently, it contracted into a ball, and then swelled violently, causing his body to tremble slightly.
For a moment, he almost forgot what he was going to do and what he should do, until the figure of the intruder suddenly paused, and his ears were slightly tilted, as if he had heard some changes.
Blood fell back from the brain, and Klein regained his basic thinking ability, touched his hand under the pillow, and held the wooden gun handle of the revolver.
A hard and smooth touch came, his mood quickly and stabilized, and his movements were soothing and silently pulled out the pistol and pointed it at the infiltrator's head.
To be honest, he has no confidence in whether he can hit the other party. Although he has been able to take the target stably before, the active person and the fixed target are completely different concepts. He has not been so arrogant that he is confused about the two.
However, he vaguely remembered a sentence from his previous life, which roughly means that the greatest power of a nuclear bomb only exists before it is launched.
In this environment, the truth is the same, and the best deterrence is before the bullet is shot out!
If you don't hook the trigger or blindly shoot it, the other party will not be sure that you are a rookie. It is very likely that you will not hit him. He will be worried, he will be afraid, he will think a lot, so that he will restrain himself!
In an instant, one thought after another emerged, making Klein make a decision immediately. He was not the kind of person who became more and more calmer the more he was. Instead, he had long imagined the scene of being caught by the monitor and had imagined that intimidation was not attacking.
There is a national idiom for big foodies: be prepared for any trouble!
When Klein's muzzle was pointed at the infiltrator, the thin man suddenly froze, as if he had sensed something.
Immediately afterwards, he heard a chuckling voice:
Good evening, this gentleman.
The thin man's hands were quietly holding, his body seemed to be tense. Klein sat on the bed, aiming his gun at his head, and said as leisurely and naturally as possible:
Please raise your hands, turn your body, and try to slow down. To be honest, I am a timid and nervous person. If you are too fast, I will be scared. I can't guarantee that there will be no accidental firing. Yes, that's it.
The thin man raised his hands halfway beside his head, turned his body little by little, and the first thing that caught Klein's eyes was a neatly buttoned black tights, and then two thick, sharp brown and yellow eyebrows.
Klein could not see fear in his blue eyes, but instead felt like he was staring at by a ferocious beast, as if he was accidentally rushed over by the other party and tore it to pieces.
He tightened his hand holding the gun handle, trying his best to make his expression calm and calm.
It was not until the thin man was completely facing him that he raised his chin, pointed to the door, and said softly and gently:
Sir, let’s go out and talk, don’t disturb other people’s dreams. Well, slower movements and lighter steps. This is the most basic politeness of a gentleman…
The thin man's cold eyes turned, glanced at Klein, and still half raised his hands, walking towards the door step by step.
With the aim of the revolver, he twisted the handle and opened the door slowly.
Just as the door was half open, he suddenly squatted down and rolled forward, and the door seemed to be pulled by the strong wind, and closed with a clang.
Well... Benson on the upper bunk was shocked by the huge movement, and was confused and was about to wake up.
At this time, a melodious and quiet melody came from outside, and a low and soothing voice sang:
Ah, the threat of fear, the hope of crimson!
At least one thing is true: this life passes.
One thing is true, the others are lies.
After the flowers bloom for a while, they will die forever... (Note 1)
This poem seems to have the power to relax and calm, and Benson on the upper bunk and Melissa on the inner bunk fell asleep again in a daze.
Klein was calm in his body and mind, and almost yawned.
The thin man just now had such agility to get rid of it, and he didn't have time to react.
Looking at the closed door, he smiled slightly and said to himself:
You may not believe it if you say it, my shot is actually an empty bullet.
Beware of empty bullets that are accidentally fired!
Next, Klein listened to the poems at midnight and waited patiently for the battle outside to end.
In just one minute, the melody of the tranquility like the moonlight on the lake stopped, and the darkness returned to its deepest silence.
Klein slid the wheel silently, shifting the vacant space away, waiting for the result to appear.
After waiting for ten minutes, just as he was nervous and hesitating whether to go out to investigate, Dunn Smith's calm and gentle voice finally came from the door:
Solved.
Huh, Klein breathed, lifted the revolver, took the key, and walked carefully to the door with barefoot, quietly opened the door and saw Dunn Smith, who was standing opposite, with a black windbreaker and knee-high top hat, and deep gray eyes.
With his backhand closed, he followed Dunn to the end of the corridor and stood in the faint crimson moonlight.
Wasted some time into his dream.Dunn looked at the red moon outside the window and said calmly.
Do you know his origin?Klein relaxed a lot.
Dunn nodded slightly and said:
An ancient organization called the "Secretary Society". They were established in the Quaternary period, related to the Solomon Empire, and were related to some of the fallen nobles at that time. Oh, the notes of the Antigonus family came from them. Because of the negligence of a member, they entered the antiquities market and were obtained by Welch. They had to send people to pursue them everywhere.
Before Klein could ask questions, he paused and said:
We will capture some of their members in reverse based on clues. Well, there may not be a good result. These guys are as skilled in hiding like mice in the sewer, but at least they will understand that the notes of the Antigonus family may have been obtained by us, or have mastered the key clues. In that case, as long as they are not very critical and important items, they will completely give up this action. This is their philosophy of survival.
...What if notes are very important?Klein asked worriedly.
Dunn smiled and said instead:
We know very little about the "Secretary Society". This is your credit for success thanks to your cleverness. Considering the possible, hidden dangers, and the help of finding notes after the inspiration is improved, you have a chance to choose.
Opportunity to choose?Klein vaguely guessed something, and his breathing became heavier subconsciously.
Dunn restrained his smile and said solemnly and seriously:
Do you want to be an extraordinary person?Only the extraordinary who starts from an incomplete sequence can be selected.
Of course, you can also give up this opportunity and choose to accumulate merit until it is enough to make you a ‘sleepless person’, which is the beginning of the complete sequence of the night guards given by the goddess and the beginning of the church’s mastery.
Sure enough... Klein was delighted, and hesitated for the time being, so he took the initiative to ask:
So which 'Sequence 9' can I choose from?
You must have detailed information to determine whether to give up, accept, and which one to choose!
Dunn turned his body, wearing a falling crimson veil, looked at Klein's eyes and said slowly:
In addition to the sleepless, the church also has three potion formulas of "Sequence 9", one called "Search Person", which is the ability mastered by Old Neil. Haha, Luo Shan should have mentioned it to you, she can't control her mouth.
Klein smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to answer. Fortunately, Dunn didn't care and continued:
Our "Spying the Secret Man" potion formula and the unconnected part were subsequently obtained from the "Moses Asceticism". At that time, they were said to have not yet fallen, and they still insisted on morality and precepts, insisted on the pursuit of knowledge, and strictly kept secrets. After becoming "Spying the Secret Man", all participants must forbidden to speak for five years and learn to be silent in order to practice and improve concentration. The "Spying the Secret Man" motto "do whatever you want, but do not hurt" was passed from them.
The "Spyker" has a comprehensive but preliminary understanding and mastery of mysterious knowledge such as magic, witchcraft, astrology, etc., and understands a lot of ritual magic, but it is easy to perceive certain existences hidden behind things. You must be careful and be full of awe of extraordinary powers.
We lack most of this sequence so that it cannot be chained in a scattered chain, for example, its sequence 8, of course, perhaps the ‘Sacred Temple’ has.
This fits almost everything I ask… Klein nodded slightly, with the urge to choose.
Fortunately, he still remembers something else:
What about the other two?
The second type is called "corpse collector". Many people in the southern continent who worship the god of death chose it. After taking this potion, they will be mistaken for the same kind by the unwitting undead and avoid attacks. They can tolerate the erosion of cold, rot and death breath, directly see some evil spirits, understand the characteristics and weaknesses of many undead creatures, and obtain some physical improvements. We have its subsequent sequence 8 and 7. Haha, you should be able to guess its sequence 7, "Psychic"!This was Daley's choice at the time.Dunn described it in detail.
The psychic does look mysterious and cool, but what I want most is to master the knowledge of mysticism... Klein did not interrupt and listened quietly.
Dunn Smith turned his head and looked at the crimson moonlight and said:
The third type is only Sequence 9. I don’t know whether there is anything else hidden in the ‘Holy Church’. It is called the ‘Divider’.
Divinationist?Klein's pupils shrank slightly, thinking of the regrets left by Emperor Rossell in his diary:
He regretted not choosing among apprentices, thieves and diviners!
Note 1: Adapted from "Ruby Collection" translated by Edward Fitzgerald.
Klein's heart suddenly began to beat violently, it contracted into a ball, and then swelled violently, causing his body to tremble slightly.
For a moment, he almost forgot what he was going to do and what he should do, until the figure of the intruder suddenly paused, and his ears were slightly tilted, as if he had heard some changes.
Blood fell back from the brain, and Klein regained his basic thinking ability, touched his hand under the pillow, and held the wooden gun handle of the revolver.
A hard and smooth touch came, his mood quickly and stabilized, and his movements were soothing and silently pulled out the pistol and pointed it at the infiltrator's head.
To be honest, he has no confidence in whether he can hit the other party. Although he has been able to take the target stably before, the active person and the fixed target are completely different concepts. He has not been so arrogant that he is confused about the two.
However, he vaguely remembered a sentence from his previous life, which roughly means that the greatest power of a nuclear bomb only exists before it is launched.
In this environment, the truth is the same, and the best deterrence is before the bullet is shot out!
If you don't hook the trigger or blindly shoot it, the other party will not be sure that you are a rookie. It is very likely that you will not hit him. He will be worried, he will be afraid, he will think a lot, so that he will restrain himself!
In an instant, one thought after another emerged, making Klein make a decision immediately. He was not the kind of person who became more and more calmer the more he was. Instead, he had long imagined the scene of being caught by the monitor and had imagined that intimidation was not attacking.
There is a national idiom for big foodies: be prepared for any trouble!
When Klein's muzzle was pointed at the infiltrator, the thin man suddenly froze, as if he had sensed something.
Immediately afterwards, he heard a chuckling voice:
Good evening, this gentleman.
The thin man's hands were quietly holding, his body seemed to be tense. Klein sat on the bed, aiming his gun at his head, and said as leisurely and naturally as possible:
Please raise your hands, turn your body, and try to slow down. To be honest, I am a timid and nervous person. If you are too fast, I will be scared. I can't guarantee that there will be no accidental firing. Yes, that's it.
The thin man raised his hands halfway beside his head, turned his body little by little, and the first thing that caught Klein's eyes was a neatly buttoned black tights, and then two thick, sharp brown and yellow eyebrows.
Klein could not see fear in his blue eyes, but instead felt like he was staring at by a ferocious beast, as if he was accidentally rushed over by the other party and tore it to pieces.
He tightened his hand holding the gun handle, trying his best to make his expression calm and calm.
It was not until the thin man was completely facing him that he raised his chin, pointed to the door, and said softly and gently:
Sir, let’s go out and talk, don’t disturb other people’s dreams. Well, slower movements and lighter steps. This is the most basic politeness of a gentleman…
The thin man's cold eyes turned, glanced at Klein, and still half raised his hands, walking towards the door step by step.
With the aim of the revolver, he twisted the handle and opened the door slowly.
Just as the door was half open, he suddenly squatted down and rolled forward, and the door seemed to be pulled by the strong wind, and closed with a clang.
Well... Benson on the upper bunk was shocked by the huge movement, and was confused and was about to wake up.
At this time, a melodious and quiet melody came from outside, and a low and soothing voice sang:
Ah, the threat of fear, the hope of crimson!
At least one thing is true: this life passes.
One thing is true, the others are lies.
After the flowers bloom for a while, they will die forever... (Note 1)
This poem seems to have the power to relax and calm, and Benson on the upper bunk and Melissa on the inner bunk fell asleep again in a daze.
Klein was calm in his body and mind, and almost yawned.
The thin man just now had such agility to get rid of it, and he didn't have time to react.
Looking at the closed door, he smiled slightly and said to himself:
You may not believe it if you say it, my shot is actually an empty bullet.
Beware of empty bullets that are accidentally fired!
Next, Klein listened to the poems at midnight and waited patiently for the battle outside to end.
In just one minute, the melody of the tranquility like the moonlight on the lake stopped, and the darkness returned to its deepest silence.
Klein slid the wheel silently, shifting the vacant space away, waiting for the result to appear.
After waiting for ten minutes, just as he was nervous and hesitating whether to go out to investigate, Dunn Smith's calm and gentle voice finally came from the door:
Solved.
Huh, Klein breathed, lifted the revolver, took the key, and walked carefully to the door with barefoot, quietly opened the door and saw Dunn Smith, who was standing opposite, with a black windbreaker and knee-high top hat, and deep gray eyes.
With his backhand closed, he followed Dunn to the end of the corridor and stood in the faint crimson moonlight.
Wasted some time into his dream.Dunn looked at the red moon outside the window and said calmly.
Do you know his origin?Klein relaxed a lot.
Dunn nodded slightly and said:
An ancient organization called the "Secretary Society". They were established in the Quaternary period, related to the Solomon Empire, and were related to some of the fallen nobles at that time. Oh, the notes of the Antigonus family came from them. Because of the negligence of a member, they entered the antiquities market and were obtained by Welch. They had to send people to pursue them everywhere.
Before Klein could ask questions, he paused and said:
We will capture some of their members in reverse based on clues. Well, there may not be a good result. These guys are as skilled in hiding like mice in the sewer, but at least they will understand that the notes of the Antigonus family may have been obtained by us, or have mastered the key clues. In that case, as long as they are not very critical and important items, they will completely give up this action. This is their philosophy of survival.
...What if notes are very important?Klein asked worriedly.
Dunn smiled and said instead:
We know very little about the "Secretary Society". This is your credit for success thanks to your cleverness. Considering the possible, hidden dangers, and the help of finding notes after the inspiration is improved, you have a chance to choose.
Opportunity to choose?Klein vaguely guessed something, and his breathing became heavier subconsciously.
Dunn restrained his smile and said solemnly and seriously:
Do you want to be an extraordinary person?Only the extraordinary who starts from an incomplete sequence can be selected.
Of course, you can also give up this opportunity and choose to accumulate merit until it is enough to make you a ‘sleepless person’, which is the beginning of the complete sequence of the night guards given by the goddess and the beginning of the church’s mastery.
Sure enough... Klein was delighted, and hesitated for the time being, so he took the initiative to ask:
So which 'Sequence 9' can I choose from?
You must have detailed information to determine whether to give up, accept, and which one to choose!
Dunn turned his body, wearing a falling crimson veil, looked at Klein's eyes and said slowly:
In addition to the sleepless, the church also has three potion formulas of "Sequence 9", one called "Search Person", which is the ability mastered by Old Neil. Haha, Luo Shan should have mentioned it to you, she can't control her mouth.
Klein smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to answer. Fortunately, Dunn didn't care and continued:
Our "Spying the Secret Man" potion formula and the unconnected part were subsequently obtained from the "Moses Asceticism". At that time, they were said to have not yet fallen, and they still insisted on morality and precepts, insisted on the pursuit of knowledge, and strictly kept secrets. After becoming "Spying the Secret Man", all participants must forbidden to speak for five years and learn to be silent in order to practice and improve concentration. The "Spying the Secret Man" motto "do whatever you want, but do not hurt" was passed from them.
The "Spyker" has a comprehensive but preliminary understanding and mastery of mysterious knowledge such as magic, witchcraft, astrology, etc., and understands a lot of ritual magic, but it is easy to perceive certain existences hidden behind things. You must be careful and be full of awe of extraordinary powers.
We lack most of this sequence so that it cannot be chained in a scattered chain, for example, its sequence 8, of course, perhaps the ‘Sacred Temple’ has.
This fits almost everything I ask… Klein nodded slightly, with the urge to choose.
Fortunately, he still remembers something else:
What about the other two?
The second type is called "corpse collector". Many people in the southern continent who worship the god of death chose it. After taking this potion, they will be mistaken for the same kind by the unwitting undead and avoid attacks. They can tolerate the erosion of cold, rot and death breath, directly see some evil spirits, understand the characteristics and weaknesses of many undead creatures, and obtain some physical improvements. We have its subsequent sequence 8 and 7. Haha, you should be able to guess its sequence 7, "Psychic"!This was Daley's choice at the time.Dunn described it in detail.
The psychic does look mysterious and cool, but what I want most is to master the knowledge of mysticism... Klein did not interrupt and listened quietly.
Dunn Smith turned his head and looked at the crimson moonlight and said:
The third type is only Sequence 9. I don’t know whether there is anything else hidden in the ‘Holy Church’. It is called the ‘Divider’.
Divinationist?Klein's pupils shrank slightly, thinking of the regrets left by Emperor Rossell in his diary:
He regretted not choosing among apprentices, thieves and diviners!
Note 1: Adapted from "Ruby Collection" translated by Edward Fitzgerald.
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