Badump! Badump! Badump!
Klein's heart suddenly began to beat violently. It contracted into a ball before suddenly expanding, causing his body to tremble slightly.
For a moment, he nearly forgot what he wanted to do or what he should do until the infiltrator's figure suddenly paused. He turned his ears slightly as though he had heard some changes.
As the "blood" in his brain receded, Klein regained his basic ability to think. He reached under his pillow and grabbed the wooden handle of the revolver.
When he felt the hard and smooth sensation, his emotions quickly stabilized. He slowly and silently pulled out the revolver and aimed it at the infiltrator's head.
To be honest, he wasn't confident that he could hit his target. Although he had been able to hit the target, a moving person and a fixed target were two completely different concepts. He wasn't arrogant enough to confuse the two.
However, he vaguely remembered a saying from his previous life. It roughly meant that the greatest might of a nuclear bomb only existed before it was fired.
In this situation, the logic was the same. The best deterrence was before the bullet was fired!
If he didn't pull the trigger and blindly fire, the other party wouldn't be certain that he was a rookie. There was a high chance that he wouldn't be able to hit him. He would be worried, fearful, and consider many things, so much so that he would place restraints on himself!
In that instant, thoughts surfaced in his mind one after another, making Klein immediately make a decision. He wasn't the kind of person who became calmer the more critical the situation was. Instead, he had long imagined the scene of him encountering a watcher. He had predicted that he would mainly use intimidation instead of attack.
There was a saying in the Foodie Kingdom: Better safe than sorry!
When Klein aimed his gun at the infiltrator, the thin man suddenly froze as though he had sensed something.
Right on the heels of that, he heard a chuckle.
"Good evening, sir."
The thin man's hands clenched as his body tensed up. Klein sat on the lower bunk of the bunk bed and aimed the gun at his head. He tried his best to speak in a relaxed and natural manner.
"Please raise your hands and turn around. Try to be as slow as possible. Frankly speaking, I'm a timid person who gets nervous easily. If you move too fast, I'll be scared. I can't guarantee that I won't fire by mistake. Yes, that's it."
The slim man raised his hands to the side of his head and turned his body bit by bit. The first thing that caught Klein's eyes was the neatly buttoned black tights, followed by two thick and sharp brownish-yellow eyebrows.
Klein couldn't see any fear in his blue eyes. Instead, he felt like he was being stared at by a ferocious beast. It seemed that if he wasn't careful, the other party would pounce on him and tear him to pieces.
He tightened his grip on the gun and tried his best to keep his expression calm and indifferent.
When the thin man was completely facing him, he raised his chin, pointed at the door, and said gently and gently, "Don't worry.
"Sir, let's go out and talk. Don't disturb other people's sweet dreams. Hmm, slow down and light your steps. This is the most basic courtesy of a gentleman …"
The thin man's cold eyes turned and swept a glance at Klein. Still raising his hands, he walked towards the door step by step.
Under the revolver's aim, he twisted the handle and slowly opened the door.
Just as the door was half-open, he suddenly squatted down and rolled forward. The door seemed to be pulled by a gust of wind as it closed with a bang.
"Hmm …" Baansen, who was on the upper bunk, was startled by the huge movement. He was about to wake up in a daze.
At this moment, a melodious and tranquil melody came from outside. A deep and soothing voice sang,
"Ah, the threat of fear, the crimson hope!
At least one thing is true: this life flies by.
One thing is true, the rest is a lie.
After the flower blooms once, it will leave the world forever … "(Note 1)
The poem seemed to have the power to relax and calm people. Baansen, who was on the upper bunk, and Melissa and the others in the inner room fell asleep again in a daze.
Klein's body and mind were at peace, and he almost yawned.
The thin man had escaped so quickly that he couldn't react in time.
Looking at the closed door, he smiled and muttered to himself, "That's right.
"You might not believe it, but my bullet was actually a blank."
Beware of mistakenly fired blanks!
Following that, Klein listened to the poem at midnight and waited patiently for the battle outside to end.
In less than a minute, the melody that was as tranquil as the moonlight on the surface of the lake stopped, and the night returned to its deepest silence.
Klein silently slid the revolver and moved the empty spot away, waiting for the results to appear.
He waited for ten minutes. Just as he was feeling uneasy and hesitating about whether he should go out to investigate, Dunn Smith's calm and gentle voice finally came from the door.
"It's done."
Phew. Klein exhaled. He picked up his revolver and the key. Barefooted, he carefully approached the door and silently opened it. He saw Dunn Smith standing opposite him in a black trench coat that reached to his knees and a half top hat. His gray eyes were deep and unfathomable.
Closing the door behind him, he followed Dunn to the end of the corridor and stood under the faint crimson moonlight.
"I wasted some time entering his dream," Dunn said calmly as he looked at the crimson moon outside the window.
"You know where he came from?" Klein relaxed.
Dunn nodded slightly and said, "An ancient organization called the Secret Order.
They were established in the Fourth Epoch and are related to the Solomon Empire and some of the fallen nobles of that time. Heh, the Antigonus family's notebook came from them. Due to a member's negligence, it entered the antique market and was obtained by Welch. They had no choice but to send people to search for it. "
Without waiting for Klein to ask, he paused and said, "We will capture some of their members based on the clues.
Hmm, the outcome might not be good. These fellows are like rats in the sewers, adept at hiding. But at least they will understand that the Antigonus family's notebook might have already been obtained by us, or rather, we have grasped the key clues. In that case, as long as it's not an extremely important item, they will completely give up on this operation. That's their philosophy of survival. "
"… What if the notebook is very, very important?" Klein asked worriedly.
Dunn smiled and didn't answer him.
Instead, he said, "We know very little about the Secret Order. It's all thanks to your cleverness that we were able to succeed this time. It's all thanks to you. In consideration of the possible and hidden dangers, as well as the increased spiritual perception, it will help in finding the notebook. You will have a chance to choose."
"A chance to choose?" Klein vaguely guessed something as his breathing subconsciously turned heavy.
Dunn wiped away his smile and said with a solemn and serious expression,
"Do you wish to become a Beyonder? You can only choose a Beyonder from an incomplete Sequence. "
"Of course, you can also give up on this opportunity and choose to accumulate credits. When it's enough for you to become a Sleepless, which is also the beginning of the Evernight Guard that the Goddess personally bestowed upon you, the beginning of the complete Sequence that the Church holds."
As expected … Klein was delighted. He didn't show any hesitation as he took the initiative to ask,
"Then, which Sequence 9s can I choose from?"
He needed detailed information before he could decide whether to give up or accept it, as well as which one to choose!
Dunn turned around and looked Klein in the crimson "veil" that scattered down.
He looked into Klein's eyes and slowly said, "Apart from Sleepless, the Church has three Sequence 9 potion formulas. One of them is called Mystery Pryer, which is the power that Old Neil possesses. Heh, Roshan should've mentioned it to you before. She can never control her mouth."
Klein smiled awkwardly, unsure of how to answer. Thankfully, Dunn didn't mind as he continued, "Apart from Sleepless, the Church has three Sequence 9 potion formulas.
"Our Mystery Pryer potion formula and the non-connected parts were obtained from the Moses Ascetic Order. At that time, it was said that they had not fallen yet. They still adhered to morals and precepts, persisted in the pursuit of knowledge, and strictly guarded their secrets. All those who joined the order had to be muted for five years after they became Mystery Pryers. They had to learn silence so that they could train and improve their focus. The maxim of Mystery Pryers, 'do as you please, but do no harm', originated from them."
"Mystery Pryers have a comprehensive understanding and grasp of magic, witchcraft, astrology, and other mystical knowledge. They know quite a bit of ritualistic magic, but it's very easy for them to sense certain existences hidden behind things. They have to be careful and be filled with reverence towards Beyonder powers."
"We lack most of this Sequence, so it's scattered and can't form a chain. For example, its Sequence 8. Of course, perhaps the Holy Cathedral has it."
This matches almost all my requirements … Klein nodded slightly, having the urge to choose.
Thankfully, he still remembered something else.
"What about the other two?"
"The second type is called Corpse Collector. Many cultists in the Southern Continent who worship Death choose it. After consuming this potion, unintelligent undead will mistake them for one of their kind, preventing them from being attacked. It can withstand the cold, rot, and the corrosion of the aura of death. It can also directly see some evil spirits and understand the characteristics and weaknesses of many undead creatures. It can also improve one's physique.
We have its Sequence 8 and Sequence 7. Heh heh, you should be able to guess its Sequence 7. Spirit Medium! This was Daly's choice back then, "Dunn described in detail.
Spirit Medium does look mysterious and cool, but what I want the most is to grasp the knowledge of mysticism … Klein didn't interrupt as he listened quietly.
Dunn Smith turned his head to look at Crimson Moonlight.
"We only have Sequence 9 for the third type. I'm not sure if the Holy Cathedral has hidden anything else. It's called Seer."
Seer? Klein's pupils constricted as he recalled the regrets Rosell The Great had left in his diary.
He regretted not choosing Apprentice, Marauder, and Seer back then!
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