Captain, this is the question I want you to ask! Klein nodded seriously:

"I feel better. I even think I can pass the exam for the temple now. This is an experience and confidence that cannot be described in words."

Thinking that his previous answer might be a little vague, he couldn't help but add:

"Perhaps the name of the potion is really the key. When I strictly follow the 'Diviner's Guidelines' that I have summarized to become a fortune teller, everything becomes beautiful and easy. Well, I can now use a more covert method to open my psychic vision."

Dunn frowned slightly, his eyes turned inward, and he muttered to himself as if he was thinking: "The name of the potion"

After more than ten seconds, he looked at Klein again and said:

"Do you need to go back and tell your family? Sunday is your second day on duty at Chanis Gate, and you should have been given a rest."

Considering that Elizabeth was his sister's good friend and that he had promised to resolve the issue within a week, Klein answered without any embarrassment, "There's no need to waste time like this. After we set off, just have the carriage go around Daffodil Street."

"Okay, go find Frye, I'll fill out the application form and get the Sealed Artifact '3-02'." Dunn pointed to the lounge across the street.

Frye is a "corpse collector" and does not have the abundant energy of the "sleepless man". If he has time, he often takes a nap.

Fill out the application form yourself, sign it yourself, and receive the captain's position yourself. There is a loophole in our management system. Klein complained in his heart, but did not speak. He took his hat, left Dunn's office, and knocked on the door diagonally opposite.

After the dong dong dong sound was repeated three times, Frye opened the door and looked at Klein with confusion.

"What's the matter?"

Because he had just taken a nap, his hair was a little messy and his shirt was not dressed neatly, and his cold and gloomy temperament was diluted a lot.

However, however, Klein, who looked like a dead man who had just crawled out of a coffin, hid his smile and answered very seriously:

"There is a case involving a vengeful spirit, and the captain hopes to get your help."

"Okay." Frye subconsciously raised his hand and smoothed out his messy hair, turning himself into the cold and gloomy person that no one should be allowed to approach again.

After he was dressed, the two of them sat on the sofa in the reception hall for only seven or eight minutes before they felt the surroundings become warm and pure, as if they were being illuminated by the sun's holy light.

Then, they saw Dunn Smith walk out of the partition, holding an ancient badge half the size of a palm.

This emblem was dark gold in color, with the symbol of the sun engraved on it, and lines extending to the edge. It was the sealed object "3-02" from the Republic of Intis, originally named "Mutated Holy Emblem of the Sun".

——Intis was the country that Roselle changed from an empire to a republic, and then from a republic back to an empire. Now it has established a stable republican system. It is located on the west coast of the northern continent, and is separated from the Kingdom of Loen by landmarks such as the Sea of ​​​​Interval and the Honachis Mountains.

Since the founding of Intis, the Church of the Eternal Sun has dominated the mainstream and has been suppressing the Church of the God of Craftsmen until the latter changed its name to the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery. Therefore, this country is also called the Kingdom of the Sun.

"Let's go. Frye, you drive. Xizel can't withstand the holy emblem purification for so long." Dunn ordered calmly.

César Francis was a civilian in charge of purchasing and applying for supplies, and he also worked part-time as a coachman. However, he was an ordinary person and could not stay within the 15-meter radius of the Sealed Object "3-02" for more than an hour. As far as Klein knew, it would take at least two and a half hours to get from Zouteland Street to the town of Ramde, not including the time it would take to go around Daffodil Street.

"Okay." Frye didn't refuse, but checked his belongings again to see if he had missed anything.

As the last rays of the sun dyed the spire of the town's church golden, the Nighthawks' carriage, which had circled around Daffodil Street, finally arrived in Ramde.

This small town is located northwest of Tingen. Many of its buildings still retain features from before the steam age. There are almost no factories, and it is the trading point for all the nearby villages.

After parking the carriage at the corresponding location of the town hotel, Dunn glanced at the barber shop opposite and said:

"I just asked the local residents. It only takes a quarter of an hour to walk from here to the abandoned castle on the mountain. It is said that it belonged to the lord who ruled this place at the end of the Fourth Epoch. But no one knows what happened later and it became what it is now. Of course, their description can only be classified as a folk legend."

"Well, let's go over there now and get rid of that evil spirit before dark, then take turns guarding '3-02' to keep it away from ordinary people?"

Three hours had passed since Dunn got the "Mutated Holy Emblem of the Sun", and they were getting closer and closer to the limit of the Extraordinary. It wouldn't be long before they had to separate to give each other time to recover.

"Okay," Frye replied briefly.

“I have no problem.” Klein quietly touched the “Sleeping Charm” and “Requiem Charm” in his pocket.

Three night watchmen wearing thin black windbreakers and matching top hats or felt hats walked through the streets of the town and headed from the fork in the road to the nearby hill. The road was overgrown with weeds and bushes, but it was wide enough for two carriages to run side by side.

Not long after, they saw an ancient castle with a collapsed outer wall. The still standing outer wall was covered with green plants, and the exposed parts were mottled.

Before he even got close to the place, Klein felt a bone-chilling coldness, and goosebumps suddenly appeared on his arms.

"There are indeed vengeful spirits." Frye looked at the castle and said in a flat tone.

Dunn glanced at a new night watcher and said with a smile:

"Don't worry. With '3-02' and Frye, the ghost won't cause too much trouble."

Holding a special revolver in one hand and a mutated sun holy emblem in the other, he took the lead and walked towards the ruined castle.

Klein followed closely behind, ready to pull the trigger, or smash his cane or use a spell.

Woo woo woo!

When Dunn was less than five meters away from the castle, and the dilapidated stables and wells came into Klein's sight, a chilly wind that could be described as shrill blew out, as if rejecting the uninvited guest.

The three night watchmen did not stop and continued to move forward. The warm and pure feeling gradually dispelled the coldness and occupied the front of the castle.

They walked on the stacked stones through the collapsed outer wall, slowly entered the castle that had lost its gate, and stepped on the broken floor tiles.

The castle hall with collapsed stone pillars and moss-covered areas is quite spacious, but the windows are small and located at a high position, making it difficult to get light, making the place dim and dark.

This is also a characteristic of ancient buildings at the end of the Fourth Epoch and the beginning of the Fifth Epoch. The pseudo-historian Klein made an instinctive judgment and secretly activated his spiritual vision.

At this moment, an illusory but piercing roar broke out, and thick black fog suddenly spread out from nowhere, resisting the erosion of warmth and purity.

A tall figure soon emerged from the black fog. He was wearing black full body armor and holding a broadsword that was difficult for a normal person to wield.

This vengeful spirit was exactly the same as the one Klein saw in Elizabeth's dream. Two balls of flaming red light penetrated the gaps in the visor, staring at the three Nighthawks coldly but angrily.

"You disturbed my slumber! You must pay with blood and flesh!" He took a sudden step forward, approached Dunn, and chopped down heavily with the broadsword in his hand.

Dunn quickly stepped back and fired a shot.

when!

The silver demon-hunting bullets were unable to penetrate the illusory black armor. Instead, they hit it, making a crisp but unreal sound.

Klein and Frye stepped aside at the same time. One of them held the gun in one hand, aimed at the two balls of fire at the black-armored knight's eyes and pulled the trigger. The other's eyes turned into a deep and calm gray, and he looked at the resentful spirit intently.

The black-armored knight roared again, strode after Dunn, and swept out his broadsword.

Bang!

The broadsword failed to injure Dunn, but it knocked him flying, and he hit the door hard, causing him to spit blood.

With a clang, "3-02" fell to the ground. The ghost's right foot in the iron boot kicked forward impatiently, kicking the dangerous badge that was constantly purifying the surrounding things out of the castle gate and out of its own fifteen-meter range.

Klein, who had missed the target with his previous shot, was worried, nervous, and felt strange when he saw this scene. It was as if he was observing the changes in front of him from a condescending, calm, and rational attitude.

Bang!

He fired again, and the silver demon-hunting bullet hit the ghost's visor directly, causing sparks but no obvious damage.

"Right-hand glove!" At this moment, Frye, who was always cold and gloomy, shouted, his tone full of anxiety.

Before he finished speaking, he raised his revolver and aimed at the iron glove on the right side of the ghost.

Bang! Bang! Klein almost subconsciously followed Frye's instructions and pulled the trigger, firing the silver demon-hunting bullet at the same time as his opponent.

This time, the ghost did not use armor to block, but raised his broadsword in preparation and easily blocked the two bullets.

Bang! He took a step and ran towards Klein at the speed of a charge, bumping directly into him.

Klein flew backwards and saw that his chest was sunken and he was vomiting blood, but he didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

He suddenly came to his senses, fell to the ground, rolled over and screamed.

Suddenly, the ancient castle, the vengeful spirits, the collapsed pillars, and the moss all over the ground mysteriously shattered, and everything returned to the time when the black fog was everywhere and the black-armored knight had just emerged.

The only difference was that Dunn clenched his fists, half bent his body, and his gray eyes became dark and deep.

Sure enough, everything before was a dream. The captain pulled the wraith, Frye, and me into his dream at the same time. However, I was special because I was able to stay awake and rational. Klein found himself still standing two meters to the right of Dunn. He did not vomit blood, nor did he scream.

At this moment, Dunn straightened up, looked at the resentful spirit that was about to chop him down, and spoke calmly:

"More than a minute."

The vengeful spirit was stunned for a moment, then let out a shrill scream, and black mist began to evaporate from its body, as if it had received a death notice.

Dead bodies and ghosts that are not evil spirits cannot exist within fifteen meters of the "Mutated Sun Holy Emblem" for more than one minute!

Fuck, Captain, you're so handsome! Klein almost shouted as he watched this scene.

Dunn used his dream ability not to use his home advantage to kill the ghost, but just to delay time!

In the warm and pure feeling, the black fog evaporated quickly and the coldness gradually disappeared. Not long after, the Wrathful Knight wearing full body armor and dragging a huge broadsword became completely transparent and merged into the void.

when!

A black iron glove fell to the ground, with a little white frost on the surface.

Klein was about to ask the captain whether he should pick up the "dropped items", but when he glanced around, his inspiration was suddenly triggered.

The steps separating the castle hall and the dining room seemed to be calling him with intense and illusory pain and filth!