No way... Could it be that Mr. Azik is the so-called first Baron Ramde? This person lived fourteen or five hundred years ago... No, how can I be sure that the person in the portrait is the first Baron Ramde... Klein stared at the painting, his mind in a state of confusion, as if he suddenly discovered that everyone around him had turned into monsters, or that the entire world was just a dream of a god.

He suddenly raised his head, stared at the yellow-haired middle-aged man in front of him, reached out and took out a revolver from the gun bag under his armpit, and said in a deep voice:

"This is not an antique. If you don't explain the situation clearly, I will arrest you and prosecute you for fraud!"

He doesn't care whether the prosecution belongs to the police department or not, he has only one purpose, which is to intimidate the other party and obtain information!

At the same time, Klein tapped his left teeth twice, activated his spiritual vision, and monitored the target's emotional changes.

The yellow-haired middle-aged man was startled and replied vaguely in fear:

"No, I don't know if it's an antique. No, I heard it's an antique, but I don't understand it. I really don't understand it. I don't even know many words."

He rolled his eyes and looked around, as if he wanted to call for help.

But at this moment, he saw Klein adjusting the cylinder and trigger, as if he was going to shoot the resisting suspect.

He straightened his back immediately and dared not look around anymore.

"Where did you get this painting?" Klein asked with a heavy heart.

The middle-aged man with yellow hair moved his lips and smiled flatteringly:

"Officer, this is what my grandfather found in the castle. More than 40 years ago, the outer wall and the rooms on the second floor collapsed, and some items appeared that people in the past couldn't find, including this oil painting. No, no, not this oil painting. The original oil painting was already very tattered and couldn't be preserved at all. So my grandfather asked someone to imitate it and paint one. Well, that's the one you just saw. I'm not lying to you. Oil paintings from more than 40 years ago can indeed be considered antiques..."

"Are you sure this is the portrait of the first Baron Ramder?" Klein stroked the trigger, making sure the other party's eyes did not move at all.

The yellow-haired middle-aged man chuckled and said, "I'm not sure, but I guess so."

“Reason?” Klein almost laughed at the other party’s shamelessness.

"Because there is no name on the painting." The yellow-haired middle-aged man answered seriously, "Just like I am called Rogue Gray, my father is called Curly 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. Next to him is my father, who was buried three years ago." The middle-aged man with yellow hair answered very honestly.

After asking from another angle for a while, Klein adjusted the pistol's cylinder in front of the yellow-haired middle-aged man and put it back into the gun pouch under his armpit.

After putting away his police officer ID, he turned around in his thin black windbreaker and walked towards the hotel with his hands in his pockets, moving forward silently in the dim lights coming from the houses on both sides.

"I'm not sure if the portrait belongs to the first Baron Ramde... I don't know if there are any accurate historical records of the castle in this town..."

"But no matter what, the man in the portrait must be an ancient man, at least a thousand years ago..."

"He and Mr. Azik are almost identical except for their hairstyle. Is this what they call reincarnation?"

"When Mr. Azik gave up his position at another university in Backlund and came to Tingen, he might have been driven by some residual instinct..."

"Well, there are other possibilities. For example, the person in the portrait is Mr. Azik. Mr. Azik is him!"

Thinking of this, Klein was startled and almost tripped over the steps in front of him.

He paced back and forth for a few steps under the destroyed gas street lamp, combining his knowledge from the information explosion era with a further analysis based on his previous guess:

"Mr. Azik became an undead creature for some reason, such as a vampire, so he has lived from ancient times to the present?"

"No, there is no bronze-skinned vampire..."

"And when I shook hands with Mr. Azik, I could clearly feel his body temperature and the blood flowing in his body."

"Although he hated the heat in the south, he was not afraid of the sun. He once teamed up with other teachers to row under the scorching sun..."

"Well, there is another possibility. Mr. Azik's sequence potion or other factors gave him a long life, but the price was the loss of memory! Hiss, considering his completely different dreams, can we assume that his memory loss is cyclical? Every few decades, he will forget the past and be reborn, and those dreams are the real lives he has experienced... Hehe, I seem to have seen something similar..."

"To verify this, we can't just rely on divination. We must find traces of Mr. Azik's past lives, traces of him starting directly from adulthood without a childhood or adolescence!"

Klein, who made bold assumptions and carefully verified them, began to lean towards his latter guess, but the possibility of "reincarnation" could not be ruled out for the time being.

He suppressed his chaotic thoughts and seriously considered whether to report this matter to Captain Dunn:

"If Mr. Azik is really an ancient Beyonder who has lived for more than a thousand years, then his strength will be even greater than I imagined..."

"He had good intentions when he reminded me before, but now that I have found clues about his past, it is hard to say whether he will still be kind..."

"But Mr. Azik has always been very kind to me. If we rashly introduce the Nighthawks, it is very likely that he will be harmed..."

"Huh, let's go above the gray fog and do a divination to eliminate interference. This is what a fortune teller should do!"

Klein made his decision and hurried back to the hotel.

Taking advantage of the fact that Dunn and Frye had not returned yet, he spent 1 soli to open a new room.

After entering the room, Klein used the "Holy Night Powder" to create a spiritual wall, then took four steps backwards, penetrated the crazy mumbling, and came to the top of the gray fog.

The majestic palace stood quietly, and the ancient and mottled bronze table and twenty-two high-backed chairs had not changed in the slightest.

Klein sat at the top, with a yellow-brown parchment and a black round fountain pen appearing in front of him.

He picked up the pen and wrote carefully:

"Dunne Smith should be informed of Mr. Azik's situation."

Then he took off the yellow crystal pendant from his left sleeve and performed a pendulum divination.

The answer from the pendulum divination this time is counterclockwise, which means "should not tell"!

Putting down the topaz pendant, Klein, who always followed his heart, thought for a few seconds and decided to try "Dream Divination" again, just to be safe.

This time, his divination statement became "the consequences of concealing matters related to Mr. Azik within the Nighthawks."

Holding the parchment, Klein silently recited it seven times, then leaned back and fell into a deep sleep with the help of meditation.

He saw himself in that unreal, hazy and fragmented world, struggling and sinking in a sea of ​​blood.

At this time, a hand reached out and pulled him up from the sea of ​​blood. The owner of this hand was Azik, a man with bronze skin and a small black mole near his ear.

The picture shattered and reassembled, and Klein saw himself in a dark and cold mausoleum, with coffins around him open one by one.

Azik stood beside him, staring at the front, as if looking for something.

At this moment, Klein suddenly exited the dream and saw the illusory, gray, and endless fog again.

"The symbolic meaning of the dream just now is that if I conceal relevant matters for Mr. Azik, then I will get his help when I fall into a crisis in the future. Haha, this crisis may arise because of his help in concealing the matter... What does the last scene mean? I will explore a mausoleum with Mr. Azik? Well, the mausoleum may have another symbolic meaning..." Klein crossed his hands and rested his chin on them, interpreting the content of the "dream divination" just now.

Combined with the results of the previous pendulum method, he had decided not to report his guess to the captain. He only mentioned that a townsman had taken out a portrait that was said to be the first Baron Ramd, which was quite similar to Azik, the history teacher at Hoy University. Klein was not sure whether Dunn would hear about this from somewhere else, so he had to explain it.

Of course, without Azik's narration, Dunn, who was not familiar with him, would have found it difficult to make any connections between his strange dreams and his appearance. Klein even suspected that the captain no longer remembered what Instructor Azik looked like.

Thinking of this, he restrained his thoughts and planned to leave the gray fog, but at this moment, he found that the deep red star that had been silent for a long time was shrinking and expanding slightly again.

Klein extended his spiritual sense with great interest and saw the young man who spoke Giant language again. He saw him kneeling in front of a pure crystal ball.

The young man was still wearing a black tights that was different from the styles of the countries in the Northern Continent. His features were blurry and distorted, with only the faint hint of his brown hair.

He knelt there, begging continuously in an extremely painful tone.

Klein listened attentively, and with the help of the giant language he had finally mastered, he managed to understand what the other party was saying:

"Great God, please turn your gaze back to this place you have abandoned."

"Great God, please free us, the people of darkness, from the curse of fate."

"I am willing to dedicate my life to you and please you with my blood."

…

Abandoned place... People of darkness... Great gods... Klein silently recited these key words and suddenly remembered a place mentioned by The Hanged Man:

"A place abandoned by God!"

Roselle had mentioned it in his diary! He had also sent out a fleet to search for it, but to no avail... Klein narrowed his eyes, not knowing if his guess was correct.

He tapped the edge of the bronze table with his fingers three times. After that, he made up his mind, stretched out his right hand, and touched the illusory crimson star.

The ball of deep red immediately burst out, and the light flowed like water.

PS: There will be another update in a few minutes.