The owl's cry was accompanied by the chirping of insects as it reverberated on the road leading from the abandoned castle to the town. Aztec looked ahead and was silent for a few seconds.
"Although I'm not completely sure, I have some ideas."
"Perhaps, perhaps I am a person who has lived for a very, very long time."
Mr. Aztec, you really should seriously consider whether you are still in the category of "human" … Klein replied in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it out loud.
In the wilderness, in the dead of night, it always made people feel weak …
"I must have paid a price to have such a long life. I have lived from the end of the Fourth Epoch until now, like a ghost wandering all over the continent …" Aztec's voice was low as if he was suppressing his inner emotions. "I don't remember the past. I have forgotten the people and things that I swore to remember …"
Klein thoughtfully used his cane to poke at the weeds in front of him.
"Mr. Aztec, I have a guess about your condition."
"What conjecture?" Aztec tilted his head and glanced at his companion.
"I believe that your forgetfulness is a cycle. Perhaps you will die once every few decades and wipe away your previous memories. Then, after a certain period of time, you will wake up from your dark slumber and begin a new life. Only by doing so can you explain the different dreams you have. They are the things you encountered in your different lives." Klein described his theory.
Aztec's footsteps suddenly slowed down, as if the darkness was tugging at the corner of his clothes. He looked ahead with a gloomy gaze and said after a while,
"This matches some of the memories that I've awakened from the stimulation just now."
Did he awaken some of his memories due to the stimulation just now? Klein's heart skipped a beat and he blurted out,
"Mr. Aztec, perhaps you don't need to leave Tingen to search for your lost past. You will slowly recall it!"
"Why?" Aztec tilted his head in surprise.
Klein smiled.
"You haven't completely lost your memory. The fact that you've awakened part of it today is proof."
"Also, do you remember when you woke up in Baekeland and realized that you had forgotten the past?"
Aztec nodded solemnly. "This is a nightmare that has been plaguing me."
Klein tapped his silver-inlaid black cane and explained in detail.
"Before today, I didn't think that there was anything wrong with this matter. But after combining your description and my own speculation, it seems a little strange. When you woke up from a dream, you had a new identity and enough money, and a way to appear without scaring others … Everything seemed to have been arranged, and you quickly integrated into society."
"Then who arranged it?"
"There's only one answer, the past you!"
"The you of the past recovered your memories and knew that you were about to usher in a new life, so you arranged everything to avoid suspicion."
Aztec stopped and looked at the sparse and dim lights in the town in the distance. He once again fell into a long silence.
"Perhaps the 'parents' I've been looking for are the past me …" He sighed, indirectly admitting that Klein's reasoning was very convincing.
"Therefore, you don't need to do anything. All you need to do is wait patiently, and you will slowly recover your memories." Klein gave a conclusion to console him.
Aztec subconsciously waved his cane, and then his entire body seemed to transform into a marble statue.
After a long while, he replied with a profound gaze.
"Perhaps — perhaps only when my old life comes to an end will I completely recover my memories. I don't want to wait that long. I want to have ample time to figure out and escape this fate. Therefore, I have to take the initiative to search for the past and stimulate myself bit by bit to complete the awakening you guessed ahead of time. And waiting will only make me repeat the cycle from before. "
"This is indeed the choice that I look forward to the most." Klein didn't try to persuade him any further. Instead, he said, "Mr. Azik, apart from helping each other find the culprit who caused my fate to be discordant and took away your child's skull, can I implore you to help me with something trivial?"
Aztec nodded slightly.
"What do you need me to do?"
Klein organized his words and said, "I hope that next week, or the week after that, you can go to a small town near Tingen. It's best if you take a carriage to arrive within two to five hours. Create some supernatural incidents that won't harm anyone. Yes, I saw that you were able to trace the criminal based on the bloodline connection just now. You should be proficient in certain things in the field of necromancy."
"No problem." Aztec agreed without hesitation. He didn't ask why Klein wanted him to do that.
At the same time, he tacitly agreed with Klein's conjecture of his abilities.
"Thank you. This matter is very important to me. Yes, when you choose the targets for the supernatural incidents, you can only choose the believers of the Evernight Goddess. Also, don't leave any clues behind," Klein exhorted.
Only then would the matter be reported to the Tingen Nighthawks. Only then would he be able to join the mission team and suggest the use of Sealed Artifact 3-0782. Only then would he be able to steal the Sealed Artifact, which was the Mutated Sun Sacred Emblem's power of god's blood, and create the Flaring Sun Charm during the guard rotation!
This was the most powerful item he could obtain at the moment.
With the mastermind living in the house with the red chimney yet to leave Tingen, and with him constantly investigating, Klein had to do everything he could to become stronger!
Yes, according to the knowledge I obtained, stealing a little of its power won't cause any damage to 3-0782. At most, it will reduce the number of years its purification effects can last … I'm doing this for the peace and stability of Tingen City! Klein defended himself in his heart.
Aztec didn't care about Klein's motives. He nodded and said,
"I'll tell you the name of the town and the approximate time in advance so that you can be prepared."
Phew … Klein heaved a sigh of relief. He felt that his trip to Lamud Town hadn't been in vain.
Yes, even though he had only uncovered the outermost veil of Mr. Aztec's mysteries, and there were still many unknowns and unsolved mysteries, he had at least gained his friendship. He had found a reliable ally in dealing with the mastermind!
…
At half-past eleven at night, Klein returned to 2 Daffodil Street, tired, sleepy, and hungry.
Mr. Aztec didn't even treat me to dinner … Sigh, how could he be in the mood to eat in his current state … Klein mumbled to himself as he took out his keys and opened the door.
The house wasn't as dark as he had expected. An elegant gas lamp was quietly emitting light, making the living room warm and bright. It gave Baansen, who was sitting alone on the sofa, a bright "coat" over him.
Seeing the door open, Baansen, who was holding a book, was about to speak when he suddenly yawned. He had to cover his mouth with his hand.
Klein closed the door and casually mentioned with a smile, "I went to Lamud Town with Instructor Aztec.
"I went to Lamud Town with Professor Azik. There's an abandoned castle there with a long history."
Baansen was suddenly enlightened.
He smiled and said, "A moonless night, an ancient castle that has been abandoned for a thousand years, a cold and eerie environment, and an archaeological team of only two people. This is the standard beginning of a supernatural novel."
Everything that happened tonight can really be considered a paranormal event … Klein thought of the strange door that Mr. Azik had created and the baby's cries. He said with some lingering fear, "I'm not sure.
He said with some lingering fear, "That kind of environment does have such a feeling."
Baansen yawned again, then he closed the book and said, "I need to sleep. Ever since I began learning grammar and reading classical literature, the quality of my sleep has become very good."
Klein chuckled inwardly. He suddenly recalled what Miss Justice had mentioned, so he suppressed his voice.
He suppressed his voice and said, "Baansen, as you know, our company has some connections with the Awwa County Police Department. I recently heard that there's a rumor from Baekeland that the king, prime minister, ministers, and members of parliament are sick of the slow and inefficient government. They plan on carrying out a reform. They plan on selecting talents through an open examination to become officials that handle specific matters, just like the university entrance exam."
Baansen was at a loss at first before his eyes lit up.
"An open examination?"
"Yes, as long as you pass the examination, you can also become a government employee that handles specific matters. I'm guessing, yes, I'm guessing that the content of the examination will be similar to the university entrance exam. Grammar, classical literature, a certain level of mathematics and logic, as well as basic legal knowledge …" Klein took the opportunity to instill his thoughts. Finally, he said, "Baansen, this matter has to be kept a secret. Also, don't hold too much hope. No one knows if it will be passed by the House of Lords and House of Commons."
"I'll keep it in mind. I understand that I just need to study hard." Baansen smiled and continued, "Regardless of this matter, I'll study hard and try to escape my current situation as soon as possible to find a better job. Studying is the biggest difference between humans and curly-haired baboons. "
No, scientific research has shown that baboons have high intelligence and a certain level of learning ability … Klein silently lampooned as he watched Baansen walk to the second floor.
Then, he smiled as he rubbed his deflated stomach and walked towards the kitchen.
After finding the leftovers from before and some of the chicken that Melissa had specially left behind, Klein relaxed and prepared "dinner."
At that moment, it was completely silent outside. The night was dark, and most people had already fallen asleep. Only he was breathing in the slightly cold air that was mixed with fragrances, creating a slight commotion.
Everything was so peaceful and leisurely.
…
After eating his fill, washing the cutlery and soaking himself, Klein returned to his bedroom and locked the wooden door from the inside.
He yawned, braced himself, took out the ritual dagger, and sealed the entire room with a wall of spirituality.
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