2 Daffodil Street. Klein nodded at Aztec and quickly walked to the front of the house. He took out his keys and opened the door.
Melissa, who had already returned home, heard the sound of the lock turning. She hurriedly moved from the kitchen to the living room.
Upon seeing Klein, her eyes lit up.
"I've bought the ingredients. There's chicken, potatoes, onions, fish, turnips, and peas. I also bought a small jar of honey."
Sister, have you also gotten used to the occasional "extravagance"? Klein chuckled and said, "You'll have to prepare dinner today.
You don't have to consider my share. I have matters to attend to and might only be back in the wee hours of the morning. Oh, help Instructor Aztec. He's a professor of Khoy University's history department. "
As he spoke, he turned and pointed at the carriage waiting outside the door.
Melissa's lips opened and closed twice before she pursed them.
"Alright."
Klein bade his sister farewell and walked out the door. He boarded the rental carriage that Aztec hired and arrived at Lamud Town in two hours and forty minutes.
It was nearly nine o 'clock, and the sky was completely dark. Only the crimson moon and scattered stars occasionally penetrated the clouds to illuminate the areas without gas lamps.
After instructing the carriage driver to wait in the town, Klein led Aztec on the road to the abandoned castle.
As they walked, he realized that Aztec was getting faster and faster. He had to jog to keep up, and in the end, it was even Aztec leading the way.
Klein wanted to say something, but when he saw the other party's silent face and tightly pursed lips, he wisely swallowed his words back down his throat.
At this speed, it didn't take long for the two to arrive in front of the abandoned castle.
It was almost in ruins, but it stretched out its body in the thick darkness, pointing towards the sky. It was desolate, desolate, gloomy, and gloomy.
Aztec stared at the abandoned castle and slowed down his footsteps.
He stopped there, his eyes occasionally deep and distant, as though he was constantly wandering between a dream and reality.
Suddenly, he grunted in pain and raised his hand to pinch his forehead. The muscles on his face contorted into a hideous state.
"Mr. Aztec, w-what's wrong?" Klein asked cautiously as he activated his Spirit Vision.
Back when he was on the rental carriage back to Daffodil Street, he had secretly performed a quick divination by playing with a coin. He predicted that his return to Lamud would be safe.
However, he believed that divination wasn't omnipotent. He was constantly on guard against any mistakes in his interpretation, or problems with the organization of the divination statements. Furthermore, Instructor Azik was a mysterious powerhouse. No one knew what his past was like, and no one knew how he would react if he were to be provoked. Caution, wariness, and worry became a normal emotion for Klein.
Azik didn't answer immediately. With a pained expression, he took two steps forward and released the hand that was pinching his forehead. He pointed forward and said in a dreamy tone,
"I've seen this castle in my dreams."
"Back then, it was still complete. It had a sturdy outer wall and a tall spire.
"I remember that there was a stable there, a well there, and a barracks there. There was a field there to grow potatoes and sweet potatoes …
"I remember there was a training field there. My child, he was a boy. He was only seven or eight years old, but he liked to run around with a broadsword that was taller than him. He said that he wanted to become a knight in the future …
"My wife always complained that the castle was too dark. She liked the sunlight and the feeling of warmth …"
…
Klein, who was observing the color of Aztec's aura, felt his scalp tingle. He was slightly touched, as though he was experiencing a supernatural story himself.
This ancient castle is indeed related to Mr. Aztec … Could he really be the first Baron Lamud, a Beyonder creature that has lived for 1,300 years? Is he a human or an evil spirit? That's not right. How could there be an evil spirit that runs around in the sunlight and has come into contact with the Nighthawks … Klein couldn't control his thoughts. He allowed them to collide with each other and trigger more thoughts.
At that moment, Aztec stopped his ravings and walked through the door.
He walked all the way inside. Without Klein's guidance, he found the mechanism and opened the secret door that led to the basement.
Holding his cane tightly, Klein walked two steps behind Aztec. He walked down the stairs and returned to the place where the coffin was placed.
Unlike what he had seen before, the lid of the coffin had been closed, and the warm and pure feeling had disappeared.
The coffin has been closed … It's probably done by Frye. This is the professional ethics of a Corpse Collector … Klein nodded thoughtfully. He used his Spirit Vision to watch the emotionally confused Aztec walk to the coffin.
Aztec reached out and pushed the coffin's lid open a gap.
He stared at the headless skeleton for a long time before he suddenly let out a sorrowful and painful wail.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Aztec retreated with heavy footsteps. Before Klein could react, he stumbled and fell, sliding against the wall.
He covered his face with his hands and sat there dejectedly. His surroundings suddenly turned even darker.
Klein took two steps forward. He was about to reach out, but he retracted his hand, not daring to disturb him.
At that moment, his spiritual perception told him that the current Mr. Aztec was extremely terrifying. He was so terrifying that the basement had turned cold and sinister.
Klein silently moved his feet and approached the stairs.
He believed in Mr. Aztec's character, but he was afraid that he would lose control.
Amidst this unease, he waited for a few minutes. Finally, he saw Aztec lower his hands and slowly stand up.
Mr. Aztec seems to have changed a little … That's the answer my spiritual perception gives me … But in his Spirit Vision, there's no obvious change in the color of his aura. His emotions are still as gloomy, dejected, and pained as before … Klein quickly made a judgment. He felt that Instructor Aztec had become deeper and more dignified.
"I remember some things, but only a very small part," Aztec said in an emotionless tone.
Following that, he surveyed his surroundings.
"I sensed the power that caused your fate to be out of sync here."
"Ah?" Klein was stunned at first, but then he asked in surprise, "Can you trace its source?"
The mastermind living in the house with the red chimney not only created coincidences, but also came to Lamud Castle and took the head of the knight in black armor?
What is he trying to do? What is his real purpose?
"It's been too long, but I want to give it a try." Aztec's deep voice seemed to contain a volcano that was about to erupt.
"How?" Klein asked curiously.
Azik walked back to the front of the coffin and stared at the bones inside.
"He took the skull of my child. I want to use the blood connection to find him."
Your child? Mr. Aztec, are you sure that the knight in black armor is your child? You're really an old antique … Do you really lose your memory every once in a while? And this is the price for a long life? Klein secretly took a deep breath. He had the illusion that he was in contact with a mythical creature.
At this moment, Aztec stretched out his right hand and cut his index finger with his suddenly sharp thumbnail.
A drop of red blood dripped down, accurately staining the white bones.
It quickly seeped into the bones and instantly turned the entire skeleton blood red.
"Wah! Wah! Wah! " Klein suddenly heard the cry of a baby and felt that someone was staring at him from behind.
He suddenly pulled out his revolver and pointed it behind him. He then slowly turned around, but there was nothing in front of him.
Even the stairs leading to the ground were gone!
"Wah! Wah! "
The cry of the baby drilled into Klein's ears. He looked at the coffin again and was shocked to see that there were shapeless or distorted faces mixed with black fog, forming a strange door.
"Creak!"
The illusory door opened, and one pale arm after another reached out. However, they all evaporated into black fog in front of Aztec.
Through the crack in the door, Klein saw a white skull. It was carelessly thrown under a dark brown tree and rotted into powder in the wind.
Clang!
Countless pale arms were suddenly cut off by the door and fell to the ground.
At this moment, Klein heard a long sigh. It was Mr. Aztec's sigh. It was a sigh that pierced through the heavy history.
Following this sigh, the black fog disappeared and the crying of the baby came to an abrupt stop. Everything returned to normal, but it was a lot colder.
Klein clenched his teeth and shivered. He looked into the coffin and saw that the crimson skeleton had turned back into a translucent white.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't find him …" Aztec said in a low voice with his back facing Klein.
At the same time, he closed the lid of the coffin.
"It's normal that you didn't find him. It's a surprise that you found him," Klein comforted him.
Anyway, I've been disappointed many times in this matter … he added silently in his heart.
Aztec looked at the coffin in front of him again and slowly turned around.
"I'll continue to investigate, and I hope to receive your help."
"No problem, that's exactly what I want to do." Klein resisted the urge to tell Azik about the "red chimney" right there and then.
Because it would be useless even if he told him. He could only rely on himself to confirm the target.
However, this also solved a big problem for him, which was how to lure the Nighthawks in after finding the house with the red chimney. He did not believe that he could kill such a mysterious and terrifying mastermind alone.
But now, he could seek Mr. Aztec's help!
Aztec opened his mouth but did not say anything. He only sighed and walked towards the stairs in silence.
After leaving the basement and closing the secret door, the two walked along the path filled with weeds and thorns. Neither of them spoke a word as they walked out of the abandoned castle.
In the dark night, Aztec suddenly said,
"When this matter is resolved, I will resign and leave Tingen to pursue my lost past."
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