Captain, that's the question I wanted you to ask! Klein nodded seriously.
"I feel even better. I even believe that I can pass the Holy Cathedral's test right now. It's an indescribable feeling and confidence."
Realizing that his answer might have been a little vague, he couldn't help but add, "Perhaps the potion's name is the key.
Perhaps the name of the potion really is the key. When I strictly follow the principles of a Seer that I came up with to be a fortune-teller, everything becomes better and easier. Yes, I can already use a more covert method to activate Spirit Vision.
Dunn frowned slightly, his eyes narrowing as he muttered to himself in thought, "The potion's name …"
After about ten seconds, he looked at Klein again.
"Do you need to go back and inform your family? Sunday is the second day after you started guarding Chanis Gate. You should be able to rest. "
Considering that Y'lisabet was his sister's good friend and that he had promised to resolve the problem in a week, Klein didn't feel awkward and replied, "There's no need to waste time. After we set off, we can just make the carriage circle around Daffodil Street."
"Alright, go look for Frye. I'll fill in the application form and retrieve Sealed Artifact 3-0782," said Dunn as he pointed to the lounge diagonally opposite.
Frye was a Corpse Collector and didn't have the energy of a Sleepless. If he had the time, he would usually take an afternoon nap.
He filled in the application form himself, signed it himself, and retrieved it himself … Captain, there's a loophole in our management system … Klein lampooned silently. He took his hat and left Dunn's office, knocking on the door diagonally opposite.
After knocking thrice, Frye opened the door and looked at Klein with a puzzled expression.
"What's the matter?"
As he had just taken an afternoon nap, his hair was a little messy and his shirt wasn't neatly dressed. His cold and gloomy aura was greatly diluted.
However, he still looks like a dead man who had just crawled out of his coffin … Klein hid his smile and answered seriously, "There's a case that involves a wraith.
"There's a case involving vengeful spirits. The captain hopes to get your help."
"Alright." Frye subconsciously raised his hand and smoothed his messy hair. He once again turned into a cold and unapproachable person.
After he was dressed, the two of them sat on the sofa in the reception hall for seven or eight minutes before they felt their surroundings become warm and pure, as if they were receiving the holy light of the Sun.
Then, they saw Dunn Smith walk out of the partition with an ancient badge the size of half a palm in his hand.
The emblem was dark gold in color, and it was engraved with the symbol of the Sun. There were lines that extended to the edges. It was Sealed Artifact 3-0782 from the Republic of Intis, formerly known as the Mutated Sun Sacred Emblem.
Intis was the country that Rosell had changed from an Empire to a Republic and then from a Republic back to an Empire. Now, it had established a stable Republic system and was located on the west coast of the Northern Continent. It was separated from the Kingdom of Rouen by landmarks such as Midseashire and the Hornacis mountain range.
Ever since Intis was founded, the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun had been the mainstream, suppressing the Church of the God of Craftsmanship until the latter changed its name to the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery. Therefore, the country was also known as the Nation of the Sun.
"Let's set off. Frye, you'll be in charge of driving. César won't be able to withstand the purification of the Sacred Emblem for that long," Dunn instructed calmly.
César Francis was a civilian in charge of purchasing and applying for supplies. He was also a part-time carriage driver, but he was an ordinary person and couldn't stay within a fifteen-meter radius of Sealed Artifact 3-0782 for more than an hour. According to Klein's understanding, it would take at least two and a half hours to travel from Zouteland Street to Lamud Town, and that didn't include the time needed to make a detour to Daffodil Street.
"Alright." Frye didn't decline. He only checked his belongings again to make sure he didn't miss anything.
…
When the afterglow of the Sun dyed the spire of the town's cathedral gold, the Nighthawks' carriage finally arrived at Lamud Town after making a detour from Daffodil Street.
The town was located northwest of Tingen. Many of the buildings still retained the characteristics of the era before the Age of Steam. There were almost no factories, and it was the commercial hub for all the nearby villages.
After parking the carriage at the corresponding spot in the town's inn, Dunn glanced at the barber shop opposite him.
"I just asked the local residents. It's only a fifteen minute walk from here to the abandoned castle on the mountain. It's said that it belonged to the feudal lord who ruled this place during the end of the Fourth Epoch. However, something happened after that, and it became what it is now. Of course, their descriptions can only be attributed to folklore."
"Alright, let's go over now and finish off the wraith before nightfall. Then, we'll take turns to guard 3-0782 and keep it away from ordinary people?"
It had been three hours since Dunn obtained the Mutated Sun Sacred Emblem. They were getting closer and closer to the limits of Beyonders. It wouldn't be long before they had to split up and give each other time to recover.
"Alright," Frye answered briefly.
"I'm fine with it." Klein secretly touched the Slumber Charm and Requiem Charm in his pocket.
Three Nighthawks wearing black windbreakers and matching top hats or felt hats walked through the streets of the town and headed for the nearby hill from a fork in the road. The path was overgrown with weeds and bushes, but the road was wide enough for two carriages to travel side by side.
Not long after, they saw an ancient castle with a collapsed outer wall. The outer wall that was still standing was covered in green plants, and the exposed areas were mottled.
Before they even got close, Klein felt a bone-chilling cold. Goosebumps appeared on his arms.
"There's indeed a wraith," Frye said in a flat tone as he looked at the ancient castle.
Dunn turned his head to look at one of the newly promoted Nighthawks and smiled.
"Don't worry. With 3-0782 and Frye around, the wraith won't cause too much trouble."
He held the custom-made revolver in one hand and the Mutated Sun Sacred Emblem in the other. He took the lead and walked towards the ruined ancient castle.
Klein followed closely behind, ready to pull the trigger, smash his cane, or use a charm at any moment.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh! When Dunn was less than five meters away from the ancient castle, the damaged stable and well entered Klein's vision. A cold wind that could only be described as mournful blew over, as though it was rejecting the arrival of uninvited guests.
The three Nighthawks didn't stop and continued forward. The warm and pure feeling gradually dispersed the cold as it occupied the front of the ancient castle.
They stepped on the stacked stones and passed through the collapsed outer wall. They slowly entered the ancient castle that had lost its main door and stepped on the shattered tiles.
The ancient castle's hall, which was covered in moss, was rather spacious. However, the windows were narrow and located high up, making lighting a difficult task. It made the place dark and gloomy.
This is also a characteristic of ancient buildings from the end of the Fourth Epoch and the beginning of the Fifth Epoch … The pseudo-historian Klein instinctively made a judgment as he secretly activated his Spirit Vision.
At that moment, an illusory but ear-piercing roar erupted. A thick black fog suddenly emanated out of nowhere, resisting the invasion of the warmth and purity.
A tall figure quickly appeared from the black fog. He wore black full-body armor and held a broadsword that normal people wouldn't be able to wield.
This wraith was identical to the one Klein had seen in Elizabeth's dream. Two flame-like red lights pierced through the gaps in the visor, staring coldly but angrily at the three Nighthawks.
"You've disturbed my slumber! You must repay me with your flesh and blood! "He suddenly took a step forward and approached Dunn in an instant. The broadsword in his hand slashed down heavily.
Dunn had already agilely retreated and fired a shot with a bang.
Clang!
The silver demon hunting bullet failed to penetrate the illusory black armor. When it hit it, it produced a crisp but unrealistic sound.
Klein and Frye retreated to the side at the same time. One of them held a gun with one hand and aimed at the two flames in the black-armored knight's eyes before pulling the trigger. The other's eyes turned a deep and serene grayish-white as he focused on the wraith.
The black-armored knight roared angrily again and took large strides to catch up with Dunn as he swung his broadsword.
Bang!
The broadsword failed to injure Dunn, but it sent him flying. He slammed heavily into the side of the door, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.
With a clang, "3-0782" landed on the ground. The wraith's right foot, which was wearing an iron boot, impatiently kicked over, kicking this dangerous badge that was constantly purifying its surroundings out of the castle's main door. It was kicked fifteen meters away from its body.
When Klein, who had missed his shot, saw this scene, he was worried and nervous. He also found it strange. It was as if he was looking down at the changes in front of him calmly and rationally.
Bang!
He fired another shot. The silver demon hunting bullet hit the wraith's visor. Sparks flew, but it didn't cause any obvious damage.
At that moment, Frye, who had always been cold and gloomy, shouted, "Right glove!" His tone was filled with anxiety.
Before he could finish his sentence, he raised his revolver and aimed at the wraith's right glove.
Bang! Bang! Klein, who had almost instinctively followed Frye's instructions, pulled the trigger and fired the silver demon hunting bullet at the same time as the other party.
This time, the wraith didn't use his armor to block the bullets. Instead, he raised his broadsword in preparation and easily deflected the two bullets.
Bang! He took a step forward and charged at Klein at the speed of a charge, crashing into him.
Klein was sent flying. He saw that his chest had caved in and that he was vomiting blood, but he didn't feel any discomfort.
He came to his senses and fell to the ground, rolling and screaming.
Suddenly, the ancient castle, the wraith, the collapsed pillars, and the moss that covered the ground strangely shattered. Everything returned to the black fog and the black-armored knight's appearance.
The only difference was that Dunn clenched his fists tightly and bent his body. His gray eyes became dark and deep.
Indeed, everything that happened before was a dream. Captain pulled the wraith, Frye, and me into his dream at the same time. But I'm special, I can maintain my consciousness and rationality … Klein realized that he was still standing two meters to the right of Dunn. He didn't vomit blood, nor did he scream.
At that moment, Dunn straightened his body and looked at the wraith that was about to slash at him.
He said calmly, "It's been more than a minute."
The wraith was stunned for a moment before it let out a shrill scream. Black fog began to rise from its body, as though it had received a declaration of death.
Corpses and ghosts that weren't at the level of an evil spirit couldn't exist for more than a minute within a fifteen-meter radius of the Mutated Sun Sacred Emblem!
F * ck, Captain, you're so cool! Klein watched this scene from the side and nearly shouted "666".
Dunn didn't use his dream powers to kill the wraith using his home advantage, but to buy time!
In the warm and pure feeling, the black fog quickly evaporated, and the coldness gradually disappeared. Before long, the wraith knight, who was wearing full armor and dragging a huge broadsword, became completely transparent and merged into the void.
Clang!
A black iron glove fell to the ground, its surface covered in white frost.
Klein was about to ask the captain if he should pick up the "dropped item," but his spiritual perception was triggered when he swept his gaze across the area.
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