In the cold hall, Klein suddenly shivered. He retracted his gaze and said to Miss Bodyguard,
"Let's go back."
Based on Aztec's copper whistle's performance, there's likely a terrifying evil spirit in the innermost room. The level of danger is very likely above that of Nimblewright Master Rosago and Rear Admiral Hurricane Zillinges … It's lingered for hundreds or even thousands of years, and it might already be equivalent to a High-Sequence Beyonder. If it wasn't for the fact that it's difficult for its power to seep out of the room, I'd already be a dead man … Even if Miss Bodyguard is one of the cream of the crop among Sequence 5 Beyonders, there's almost no hope of me turning the tables with her … As a person, one must know one's limitations. One mustn't be tempted by the "treasures" that are suspected to be left behind by Beyonder characteristics and mystical items … Greed often leads to death … Klein silently found a reason to convince himself.
Miss Bodyguard turned her head to look at him and asked without any emotion in her eyes,
"And then?"
After that? Klein secretly bared his teeth and deliberated over his words.
"Have Miller Carter call the police. Who knows when the evil spirit will break free? We should get rid of it as soon as possible. No, that won't do. Mr. Carter doesn't know much. If we call the police this way, the police department won't pay enough attention. The first batch of people who come to investigate will suffer heavy casualties. It might even indirectly help the evil spirit break free. Also, if I see such a statue, I might be silenced as a detective … Uh … Did you see the white bones and spiritual light in the room?"
Miss Bodyguard turned her gaze back to the dark tunnel behind the half-open stone door and nodded slightly.
Klein's thoughts raced.
"I'm guessing that those are the corpses of the explorers from before. They were killed by the evil spirit in that room, and the Beyonders among them left behind mystical items. This might be related to the viscount's family that originally lived in the house outside. I plan on asking them for their surnames, going to the library to search for information, and searching for their descendants to see if I can obtain any useful clues."
"After the initial confirmation of the situation, I will make a decision based on the severity of the situation. I might use some explosives to destroy the door to prevent others from coming in, or I might send an anonymous letter to the police department, describing the existence of the evil spirit in detail. However, I have to think of a way to avoid the risk."
"This is not too urgent. We can take it slowly."
Miss Bodyguard listened quietly, looked straight ahead, and said in a light tone,
"Don't you want to organize some people to purify that evil spirit?"
"Even if there aren't any mystical items left behind, just the remnant parts of the evil spirit are precious enough."
This is the first time I've seen you talk so much … Perhaps … Klein replied without hesitation, "The risk is too high. I think my life and health are more important."
He organized his words and added,
"The most powerful person I know is you, and judging from your performance just now, you don't seem to be a match for that evil spirit. I can't think of any other way to deal with it other than calling the police."
Miss Bodyguard turned around, her pale face slightly transparent.
"You're still rational," she commented calmly and indifferently. She then floated towards the exit of the ancient hall.
Apart from being suspected of being influenced by the True Creator, how am I a lunatic? Klein cursed inwardly as he held the lantern and cane and followed closely behind Miss Bodyguard. Throughout the entire process, he felt that he was being watched by the cold gaze in the dark passageway.
This feeling only dissipated when he walked out of the stone door that exuded an ancient aura.
Klein turned around and closed the door, sealing the inverted candlesticks, the knife-like brand, and the sinister statues of the six deities inside, allowing them to continue their "slumber" in the unchanging darkness and silence that had lasted for thousands of years.
Patting the dust off his clothes, he switched the lantern to his other hand and quickly returned to Miller Carter's basement. As for Miss Bodyguard, she had already disappeared into thin air out of habit.
Miller Carter was pacing in the basement. When he saw Klein come out, he hurriedly asked,
"How is it? What's the situation inside? "
Klein had already thought of an excuse as he said with a look of lingering fear, "It's very bad.
"It's very bad. There are a lot of snakes, and many places have collapsed. I plan to collect some information, gather some manpower, and make preparations for a second exploration. During this time, it's best if you don't send anyone in. Trust me, the number of poisonous snakes is beyond your imagination."
The old gentleman, Miller, took a deep breath and asked in slight fear, "Will they swim over?
Will they swim over? "
"Do you know any professionals who can deal with snakes?"
Klein immediately nodded and said, "I'll find someone to cooperate and do my best to deal with this matter. It's already cold autumn, and the snakes aren't willing to move. As long as you don't send anyone in to disturb them, nothing will happen."
"Alright, please do it as soon as possible. I'll close this door during this period of time and not let anyone in." Miller relaxed a little when he heard that.
Seeing that his employer had been intimidated by his truthful but incomplete words, Klein hurriedly put down the lantern and nudged his gold-rimmed glasses.
"Next, I'll gather some information and figure out the layout of the underground building before exploring."
"This requires you to tell me which viscount the original owner of this building is."
Millet had bought this building precisely because it was a former noble's property, so he immediately replied, "That's right.
He immediately replied, "Viscount Pound."
"What do you know about him and his family?" Klein asked in a professional manner.
Miller pondered and said, "I don't know much.
All I know is that they obtained the title of viscount in the Battle of Violated Oaths. They once had a illustrious time, but for some reason, they suddenly declined decades ago. They continuously lost their heirs and could only find collateral relatives to retain the title of viscount. And the new Viscount Pound is one of them. Heh heh. In short, he squandered most of his family's assets and was demoted to a baron by the king. He should still be in Baekeland, but he could go bankrupt at any time. "
Battle of Violated Oaths? The Battle of Violated Oaths that began in 738 of the Fifth Epoch? Klein, who had successfully graduated from the history department, reflexively recalled the corresponding knowledge.
The war that happened more than six hundred years ago was a war involving religion. The Feynapotter Kingdom in the south originally believed in Mother Earth and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom at the same time, but under the influence of certain factors, there was a serious opposition between the two churches, and the believers often clashed.
Its two neighbors to the north, the Kingdom of Rouen and the Kingdom of Intis, seized this opportunity to start a war under the pretext of protecting freedom of faith. Later on, the Feysac Empire joined in an attempt to destroy the plans of Rouen and Intis, but they failed to reverse the situation and suffered defeat.
The outcome of the war was that Lenburg, Masin, and Segar, which were located at the borders of Loen and Feynapotter, as well as Intis and Feynapotter, became independent. They mainly believed in the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, leaving only the Church of Earth Mother in the Feynapotter Kingdom.
As both sides of the war accused each other of betraying the Sacred Oath at the end of the Fourth Epoch, this conflict that lasted for five years was known as the Battle of Violated Oaths.
After that, the Northern Continent had more than three hundred years of peace. This didn't mean that there were no conflicts between countries, but there were no more large-scale wars. All of this lasted until Rosell invented the steam engine and improved sailboats and cannons.
This is the content recorded in history textbooks … Now that I think about it, since it involves faith, there must be Beyonders from the Church involved. There must have been an intense Beyonder war in secret … However, it was said that it was an era where Beyonders were rare, and there weren't many Beyonders … A battle in a small team? Could the sudden decline of the Pound family decades ago, with the successive loss of heirs, have something to do with the discovery of the ancient building underground? Klein asked thoughtfully, "Then, do you know where Baronet Pound currently lives?"
"Then, do you know where Baronet Pound currently lives?"
"Sorry, I'm not sure." Miller shook his head slightly.
Klein asked a few more questions, but seeing that he couldn't get any more information, he bade farewell and returned to 15 Minsk Street.
At that moment, it was almost half-past five. The sky was gloomy and dark, as though it was night. Thinking that the public libraries were probably closed, Klein temporarily put aside the matter of the underground building and prepared dinner for himself.
He had originally wanted to learn how to make Feynapotter noodles from the recipe in the newspaper, but he ended up making noodles with meat, sauce, and vegetables. It was surprisingly delicious.
After eating and drinking his fill, Klein casually tossed a coin to divine if he should call the police and received an answer that he shouldn't.
…
At night, Baekeland was as quiet as any other city, at least in Cherwood Borough.
Klein was sleeping soundly, wandering in different dreams in a blur. Suddenly, he jolted awake and realized that he was dreaming.
Someone has invaded my dream? Klein resisted the urge to frown and pretended to look around in a daze.
He found himself in a scalding yellow desert.
A roar suddenly came from the sky as a huge black monster dyed with gold flew over.
The monster had a thick lizard-like body and a pair of wide leather wings on its back. It descended lower and lower, blotting out the Sun in the sky.
A dragon! A powerful dragon! Klein saw scales the size of a plate, a gigantic mouth that emitted pure light, and two dark golden vertical pupils.
Roar!
The dragon spat out a beam of light that seemed to cover everything. Large swathes of the desert were obliterated.
Amidst the light, a figure jumped into the air.
He was three to four meters tall, but he didn't have the unique vertical eye of a giant. He had a handsome, young face, and he wore black full-body armor that looked like it had been splattered with blood.
The gigantic knight brandished his broadsword from the bottom up, and countless bluish-white flames condensed into a spear that shot towards the dragon. It was as though he had an entire army of illusory Beyonders cooperating with him in battle!
Amidst the meteor shower, the gigantic knight leaped onto the dragon's head and made a slashing motion.
The afterimages he had left behind instantly overlapped, and the sword beams turned into intersecting lightning.
Pa!
The ground shook violently as the dragon fell to the ground, its blood dark gold.
At this moment, the scene suddenly changed, revealing a bloody door. It was the blood-colored door that Klein had seen in the innermost part of the ancient building in the afternoon.
With a creak, the bloody door opened a gap, allowing one to vaguely see a black high-back chair.
Sitting on the high-back chair was a normal-sized man. His head was lowered, and he was silent and deathly still.
As the camera zoomed in, Klein could clearly see the man's attire. He seemed to be the knight who had just killed the dragon. He was still wearing the blood-stained black armor!
The only difference was that he was no longer three to four meters tall.
At this moment, the man suddenly raised his head. His young and handsome face was covered in terrifying rotting scars that revealed his bones. His eyes were cold and emotionless.
Klein jumped in fright and woke up from his dream. He opened his eyes and saw the crimson moonlight penetrating the curtains.
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