The Mysterious King

Chapter 28 Secret Religion

Plop! Plop! Plop!

Klein's heart suddenly started beating violently. It shrank into a ball and

then swelled violently, causing his body to tremble slightly.

For a moment, he almost forgot what he wanted to do and what he should

do, until the figure of the infiltrator suddenly paused and tilted his ears

slightly, as if he heard some change.

The "blood" retreated from his brain, and Klein regained his basic thinking

ability. He reached his hand under the pillow and grasped the wooden handle of

the revolver.

The hard and smooth touch came, and his emotions quickly stabilized. He

slowly and silently pulled out the pistol and pointed it at the infiltrator's head.

To be honest, he was not sure whether he could hit the opponent. Although

he had been able to hit the target stably before, moving people and fixed targets

were completely different concepts, and he was not arrogant enough to confuse

the two.

However, he vaguely remembered a sentence from his previous life, which

probably meant that the maximum power of a nuclear bomb only existed before

it was launched.

At this time and in this environment, the principle is the same. The best

deterrent is before the bullet is fired!

If you don't pull the trigger or fire blindly, the opponent will not be sure

that he is a rookie and will most likely miss him. He will be worried, he will be

afraid, and he will think a lot, even to the point of putting constraints on

himself!

In an instant, one idea after another emerged, allowing Klein to make an

immediate decision. He was not the kind of person who would become calmer

the more critical he was, but had long expected the scene of encountering the

monitor, and had expected to use intimidation rather than attack as a means of

intimidation.host.

There is a Chinese idiom for big foodies: be prepared!

When Klein pointed his g*n at the infiltrator, the thin man suddenly froze,

as if he sensed something.

Then, he heard a voice with a chuckle:

"Good evening, sir."

The thin man's hands were quietly clasped, and his body seemed to be

tense. Klein sat on the lower bunk of the bunk bed, aimed his g*n at his head,

and said in a leisurely and natural tone:

"Please raise your hands, turn around, and try to be as slow as possible.

Frankly speaking, I am a timid and easily nervous person. If you go too fast, I

will be scared. I cannot guarantee that there will be no accidental firing." The

situation, yes, that's it."

The thin man raised his hands half way to his head and turned his body

little by little. The first thing that caught Klein's eyes was a neatly buttoned

black tights, and then two thick and sharp brown eyebrows.

Klein could not see any fear in his blue eyes. Instead, he felt as if he was

being stared at by a ferocious beast. It seemed that if he was not careful, he

would be pounced upon and torn into pieces.

He held the g*n handle tightly, trying his best to keep his expression calm

and indifferent.

It wasn't until the thin man was completely facing him that he raised his

chin, pointed to the door, and said softly and gently:

"Sir, let's go out and talk. Don't disturb other people's dreams. Well, move

slower and step more gently. This is the most basic courtesy of a gentleman..."

The thin man turned his cold eyes and glanced at Klein. He still raised his

hands half-way and walked towards the door step by step.

Aiming at the revolver, he turned the handle and slowly opened the door.

Just when the door was half open, he suddenly squatted down and rolled

forward, and the door seemed to be pulled by the strong wind, and closed again

with a clang.

"Well..." Benson, who was on the upper bunk, was startled by the huge

movement. He was in a daze and was about to wake up.

At this time, a melodious and quiet melody came from outside, and a low

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 die..." (Note 1)

This poem seemed to have the power to relax and calm people. Benson in

the upper bunk, Melissa in the back room, and others fell asleep again in a daze.

Klein felt peaceful both physically and mentally, and almost yawned.

The skinny man's movement to escape was so swift that he had no time to

react.

Looking at the closed door, he smiled slightly and said to himself:

"You may not believe it, but my round is actually a blank bullet."

Beware of accidentally fired blanks!

Next, Klein listened to the midnight poem and waited patiently for the

battle outside to end.

Within a minute, the tranquility, like the melody on the moonlit lake,

stopped, and the deepest silence returned to the night.

Klein silently slid the wheel, moved the empty space, and waited for the

result to appear.

He waited for ten minutes. Just when he was uneasy and hesitant to go out

to investigate, Dunn Smith's calm and gentle voice finally came from the door:

"solved."

Phew, Klein breathed out, picked up the revolver, took the key, and

cautiously approached the door with his bare feet. He opened the door silently

and went out. He saw a knee-length black windbreaker, a half-top hat, and

deep gray eyes. Dunn Smith stood opposite.

Closing the door with his backhand, he followed Dunn to the end of the

corridor and stood in the faint crimson moonlight.

"Wasted some time to enter his dream." Dunn said calmly while looking at

the red moon outside the window.

"Do you know his origin?" Klein relaxed a lot.

Dunn nodded slightly and said:

"An ancient organization called the Secret Order. They were established in

the Fourth Age. They were related to the Solomon Empire and some of the

fallen nobles at that time. Oh, the notes of the Antigonus family came from

them, because a member It entered the antiquities market due to negligence

and was obtained by Welch, so they had to send people to hunt for it."

Before Klein could ask questions, he paused and said:

"We will arrest some of their members based on clues. Well, the results

may not be very good. These guys are as good at hiding as rats in the sewer, but

at least they will understand that Antigonus It is very likely that we have

obtained the Si family's notes, or grasped the key clues. In that case, as long as

it is not a very critical and important item, they will completely abandon this

operation. This is their survival philosophy."

"...What if the notes are very critical and important?" Klein asked

worriedly.

Dunn smiled and did not answer, but said:

"We know very little about the 'Secret Order'. The success this time is

thanks to your cleverness. This is a credit to you. After taking into account the

possible and hidden dangers, as well as the increased inspiration, You have a

choice when it comes to finding help finding notes."

"A chance to choose?" Klein vaguely guessed something, and his breathing

became heavier subconsciously.

Dunn suppressed his smile and said with a solemn and solemn expression:

"Do you want to become an Extraordinary?You can only choose the

starting Extraordinary from the incomplete sequence."

"Of course, you can also give up this opportunity and choose to accumulate

merit until it is enough for you to become the 'Sleepless One', which is the

beginning of the Night Guard given by the goddess and the beginning of the

complete sequence mastered by the church."

Sure enough... Klein felt happy, and he did not hesitate for the time being,

so he took the initiative to ask:

"Then which 'Sequence 9's can I choose from?"

You must have detailed information to determine whether to give up or

accept, and which one to choose!

Dunn turned around, wearing a scattered crimson "gauze", looked into

Klein's eyes, and said slowly:

"In addition to the Sleepless One, the church also has three 'Sequence 9'

potion formulas. One is called the 'Secret Peeper', which is the ability that Old

Neil has. Hehe, Roxanne should have mentioned it to you. She always cares

about it. Don't keep your mouth shut."

Klein smiled awkwardly and didn't know how to answer. Fortunately, Dunn

didn't care and continued:

"Our 'Peeper' potion formula and the disconnected parts were obtained

from the 'Morse Trappist Order'. At that time, it was said that they had not yet

fallen, and still adhered to morality and precepts, and insisted on the pursuit of

knowledge. Pursue and strictly keep secrets. All those who join the association

must refrain from speaking for five years after becoming a 'Peeper' and learn to

be silent in order to practice and improve concentration. 'Do whatever you

want, but do no harm' is the 'Peeper' motto. That's where it came from.”

"The 'Secret Peeper' has a comprehensive but preliminary understanding

and mastery of mysterious knowledge such as magic, witchcraft, and astrology.

He knows a lot of ritual magic, but it is easy to perceive certain existences

hidden behind things, so he must be cautious. In awe of extraordinary power."

"We lack most of this sequence, so that the fragments cannot be connected

into a chain. For example, its sequence 8.Of course, maybe 'Temple' has it."

This meets almost all my requirements... Klein nodded slightly, feeling the

urge to choose.

Fortunately, he remembered something else:

"What about the other two?"

"The second type is called 'Corpse Collector'. Many people from the group

of cultists who worship the God of Death in the Southern Continent choose it.

After taking this potion, they will be mistaken for the same kind by the

unintelligent undead and avoid being attacked. They can endure the cold. ,

corrosion by the aura of decay and death, can directly see some evil spirits,

understand the characteristics and weaknesses of many undead creatures, and

obtain some improvements in physical fitness, we have its subsequent

Sequence 8 and Sequence 7, haha, its Sequence 7 You should be able to guess,

'Psychic'! This was Daly's original choice." Dunn described in considerable

detail.

"Psychic" does look mysterious and cool. However, what I want most is the

mastery of occult knowledge... Klein did not interrupt and listened quietly.

Dunn Smith turned his head and looked at the crimson moonlight and said:

"For the third type, we only have Sequence 9. I don't know if there is

anything else hidden in the 'Temple'. It's called the 'Soothsayer'."

Fortune teller? Klein's pupils shrank, thinking of the regrets Emperor

Russell left in his diary:

He regretted not choosing among apprentices, thieves, and soothsayers!

Note 1: Adapted from the English translation of "The Rubaiyat" by Edward

Fitzgerald.