It can't be … Could Mr. Aztec be the so-called first Baron Lamud? That's a person from fourteen hundred years ago … No, how can I be sure that the person in the portrait is the first Baron Lamud … Klein stared at the oil painting, his mind in chaos. It was as if he had suddenly realized that everyone around him had turned into monsters, or that the entire World was just a dream of a deity.
He suddenly raised his head and stared at the blond middle-aged man in front of him. He reached into his armpit holster and took out his revolver.
He said in a deep voice, "This isn't an antique. If you don't explain the situation clearly, I'll arrest you for fraud and prosecute you! "
He didn't care if the prosecution belonged to the police. He only had one goal — to intimidate the other party and obtain information!
At the same time, Klein tapped his left molar twice and activated his Spirit Vision to monitor the changes in the target's emotional color.
The blond middle-aged man jumped in fright and answered vaguely in horror, "No, I don't know if it's an antique either.
No, I heard that it's an antique, but I don't know anything about it. I really don't. I don't even know a lot of words. "
His eyes darted around as he looked around, as if he wanted to call for help.
But at that moment, he saw Klein adjust the revolver and trigger, as though he was about to shoot the suspect who resisted.
He straightened his back and didn't dare to look around anymore.
"Where did you get this oil painting?" Klein asked with a heavy heart.
The blond middle-aged man's lips quivered as he smiled obsequiously.
"Officer, my grandfather found this in the castle. More than forty years ago, the outer walls and rooms on the second floor collapsed. Some items were found, items that no one in the past could find. Among them was this oil painting. No, no, no, it's not this oil painting. The original oil painting was already very tattered and couldn't be preserved. My grandfather hired someone to imitate it. Yes, it's the one you saw just now. I'm not lying to you. An oil painting from more than forty years ago can indeed be considered an antique …"
"Then are you sure that this is the portrait of the first Baron Lamud?" Klein rubbed the trigger, preventing the man from moving his gaze.
The blond middle-aged man chuckled and said, "I'm not sure, but my guess is."
"Reason?" Klein was nearly amused by the man's shamelessness.
"Because there's no name on the oil painting." "Just like how I'm called Scoundrel Gray, my father is called Curly-Haired Gray, and only my grandfather is the real Gray."
"…" Klein exhaled silently.
"Where's your grandfather?"
"In the cemetery. He has been buried there for almost twenty years. Beside him is my father, who was buried three years ago." The blond middle-aged man answered very honestly.
Klein asked another question from another angle before adjusting the revolver in front of the yellow-haired man and putting it back into his armpit holster.
Putting away his police officer ID, he turned around in his black windbreaker and walked toward the hotel with his hands in his pockets. He walked in silence under the faint light coming from the houses on both sides.
"I'm not sure if the portrait belongs to the first Baron Lamud … I wonder if the town has any accurate historical records of the castle …"
"But no matter what, the man in the portrait must be an ancient person, at least a thousand years ago …"
"Apart from his hairstyle, he's almost identical to Mr. Aztec. Is this the so-called reincarnation?"
"Back then, when Mr. Aztec gave up his position in other universities in Baekeland to come to Tingen, it might have been driven by some remnant instinct …"
"Yes, there's another possibility. For example, the man in the portrait is Mr. Aztec, and Mr. Aztec is him!"
With this in mind, Klein was shocked and nearly tripped on the steps in front of him.
He paced back and forth under the destroyed gas lamps. Combining his knowledge from the information explosion era, he made a further analysis based on his previous guess.
"Mr. Aztec became an undead creature for some reason, such as a vampire, so he lived from ancient times until now?"
"That's not right, how can there be a bronze-skinned vampire …"
"And when I shook hands with Mr. Aztec, I could clearly feel his body temperature and the blood flowing in his body."
"Although he hates the heat in the South, he isn't afraid of the Sun. He once formed a team and rowed under the scorching sun with other teachers …"
"Yes, there's another possibility. Mr. Aztec's Sequence potion or some other factor gave him a long life, and the price was the loss of his memories! Hiss, considering the different dreams he had, could it be assumed that his memory loss was cyclical? Every few decades, he will forget the past and obtain a new life, and those dreams are the real life he once experienced … Heh heh, I think I've read similar novels … "
"To verify this matter, divination alone won't do. I have to find the traces of Mr. Aztec's life, traces of him not being a child, but directly starting from adulthood!"
Klein, who was making a bold hypothesis and carefully verifying it, began to lean towards his second guess, but he couldn't eliminate the possibility of reincarnation for the time being.
He reined in his chaotic thoughts and seriously considered if he should report this matter to Captain Dunn.
"If Mr. Aztec is really an ancient Beyonder who has lived for more than a thousand years, then his strength will be much greater than I imagined …"
"He warned me previously out of goodwill, but if I find clues about his past, it's hard to say if he will still maintain his goodwill …"
"But Mr. Aztec has always been very good to me. Rashly bringing in the Nighthawks might endanger him …"
"Phew, I'll head above the gray fog to eliminate the interference for a divination. This is the best choice a Seer should make!"
After making his decision, Klein sped back to the hotel.
Taking advantage of the fact that Dunn and Frye had yet to return, he spent one soli to get a new room.
After entering the room, Klein used the Holy Night Powder to create a wall of spirituality. Then, he took four steps counterclockwise, passed through the crazy ravings, and arrived above the gray fog.
The majestic palace stood there quietly. The ancient and mottled bronze table and twenty-two high-back chairs had not changed at all.
Klein sat at the seat of honor, and a yellowish-brown goatskin and a black fountain pen appeared in front of him.
He picked up the fountain pen and wrote seriously.
"I should tell Dunn Smith about Mr. Aztec."
Then, he took off the topaz pendant in his left sleeve and did a spirit pendulum divination.
This time, the answer from the spirit pendulum divination was "I shouldn't tell him!"
Putting down the topaz pendant, Klein, who had always followed his heart, thought for a few seconds and decided to try dream divination to be safe.
This time, his divination statement became "the consequences of hiding information about Mr. Aztec from the Nighthawks."
Holding the goatskin and reciting it seven times, Klein leaned back and, with the help of Cogitation, fell into a deep sleep.
He saw himself in the illusory, hazy, and fragmented World. He saw himself struggling to sink in a sea of blood.
At this moment, a hand reached out and pulled him up from the sea of blood. And the owner of this hand was the bronze-skinned Aztec with a tiny mole near his ear.
The scene shattered and reassembled. Klein saw himself in a dark and cold mausoleum. The coffins around him were open.
Aztec stood beside him, staring ahead as if he was searching for something.
At this moment, Klein exited the dream and saw the illusory, grayish-white, and boundless fog again.
The symbolic meaning of the dream was that if I were to help Mr. Aztec hide the relevant information, then I would receive his help when I'm in danger in the future. Heh, this danger might have appeared because of his help in hiding the information … What does the final scene mean? I'll be exploring a certain mausoleum with Mr. Aztec? Hmm, the mausoleum might have another symbolic meaning … Klein crossed his arms and held his chin as he interpreted the contents of the dream divination.
Combined with the results of the spirit dowsing, he had already decided not to report his guess to the Captain. He would only mention that a townsfolk had taken out a portrait of the first Baron Lamud, which was rather similar to Khoy University's history teacher, Aztec. Klein couldn't be sure if Dunn had heard of this from somewhere else, so he had to explain it to him.
Of course, without Aztec's narration, Dunn, who wasn't familiar with him, wouldn't be able to connect the dots. Klein even suspected that the Captain didn't remember what Aztec looked like.
With this in mind, he reined in his thoughts and planned to leave the world above the gray fog. But at this moment, he discovered that the crimson star that had been quiet for a long time was once again contracting and expanding weakly.
Intrigued, Klein extended his spirituality and saw the youth who spoke Jotun again. He saw him kneeling in front of a pure crystal ball.
The youth was still wearing black tights that were different from the styles of the various countries in the Northern Continent. His face was blurry and distorted, and only his brownish-yellow hair could be vaguely seen.
He knelt there, and his tone was extremely pained as he constantly begged.
Klein listened attentively, and with his rudimentary Jotun, he could barely understand what the youth was saying.
"Great God, please cast your gaze on this place that you have forsaken."
"Great God, please allow us, the People of the Dark, to escape the curse of our destiny."
"I'm willing to dedicate my life to you and use my blood to please you."
…
Forsaken place … People of the Dark … Great God … Klein silently recited these few key words and suddenly thought of a place that The Hanging Man had mentioned.
"The Forsaken Land of the Gods!"
Rosell's diary also mentioned it! He even sent out a fleet to search for it, but to no avail … Klein narrowed his eyes, unsure if his guess was correct.
He rapped the edge of the long bronze table with his fingers, and after three raps, he made a decision. He reached out his right hand and touched the illusory crimson star.
The crimson blob immediately exploded as light flowed like water.
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