In the cold and chilly hall, Klein suddenly shuddered, retracted his gaze, and said to the bodyguard:

"Go back."

Judging from the performance of Azik's copper whistle just now, there is most likely a terrifying evil spirit in the innermost room. The danger level is likely to be higher than that of "Master of Secret Dolls" Rosago and "Vice Admiral Hurricane" Qilingos... It has been wandering for hundreds or thousands of years, and may be equal to a high-sequence strongman. If it weren't for the difficulty of its power to penetrate the room, I would be a dead man now... Even if the bodyguard lady is one of the best in Sequence 5, she and I have almost no hope of turning the tables... People should know themselves and not be tempted by the "treasures" of characteristics and magical items left behind by Beyonders... Greed often leads to death... Klein silently found reasons to convince himself.

The bodyguard glanced at him sideways and asked without any emotion:

"And then?"

After that? Klein grinned quietly and said carefully:

"Let Miller Carter call the police. Who knows when the evil spirit will be able to escape? We should deal with it as soon as possible. No, no, Mr. Carter doesn't know much. If we call the police in this way, the police department will not pay enough attention. The first batch of people who come to explore and inspect will suffer heavy casualties, and may even indirectly help the evil spirit break free. Also, seeing such a statue, I, a detective, may be silenced... Uh... Did you see the bones and spiritual brilliance in the room?"

The bodyguard lady turned her gaze back to the dark corridor behind the half-open stone door and nodded slightly.

Klein's thoughts raced:

"I guess those are the bodies of previous explorers. They were killed by the evil spirits in that room. The extraordinary people among them left behind magical items. This may be related to the Viscount family who originally lived in the house outside. I plan to ask their surnames, look for information in the library, and visit their descendants to see if I can get any useful clues."

"Once the situation is initially determined, I will make a choice based on the severity. I may get some explosives to destroy the door and prevent others from coming in. I may also send an anonymous letter to the police department, describing the existence of evil spirits in detail. However, I must think of a way in advance to avoid risks."

"It's not urgent, we can take our time."

The bodyguard listened quietly, looked forward, and said in an erratic tone:

"Don't you consider organizing a team to purify the evil spirit?"

"Even if there are no magical items left, the parts that remain after the evil spirits dissipate are valuable enough."

This is the first time I’ve seen you talk so much… probably… Klein answered without hesitation: “The risk is too high. I think my life and health are more important.”

He organized his words and added:

"You are the most powerful person I know, and judging from your performance just now, you seem to be no match for that evil spirit. I can't imagine any other way to deal with it besides calling the police."

The bodyguard turned around, her pale face looking slightly transparent.

"You still have your sanity," she commented calmly and indifferently, then floated towards the exit of the ancient hall.

Apart from the suspicion of being influenced by the "True Creator", how do I look like a madman? Klein muttered to himself, holding a lantern and a cane, and followed the bodyguard closely. During the whole process, he always felt that he was being stared at by the cold eyes in the dark corridor.

This feeling did not disappear until I walked out of the stone door that exuded an ancient atmosphere.

Klein turned around and closed the door, sealing the inverted candlesticks, the knife-like brand, and the evil statues of the six gods inside, allowing them to continue to "sleep" in the darkness and silence that had remained unchanged for thousands of years.

After brushing off the dust on his clothes, he changed hands and quickly returned to Miller Carter's basement. The bodyguard had disappeared into the air as usual.

Miller Carter was pacing in the basement. When he saw Klein coming out, he quickly asked:

"How is it? What's the situation in there?"

Klein had already thought of what to say, and said with a frightened expression:

"It's very bad. There are a lot of snakes and many places have collapsed. I plan to collect some information, gather some people, and make preparations for a second exploration. During this period of time, you'd better not send anyone in. Believe me, there are more venomous snakes than you can imagine."

The old gentleman Miller took a breath and asked with a little fear:

“Will they swim over?”

"Do you know anyone who's professional at dealing with snakes?"

Klein nodded immediately and said, "I will find someone to cooperate with me and try my best to handle this matter. It is already a cold autumn day and the snakes are unwilling to move. As long as you don't send anyone in to disturb them, nothing will happen."

"Okay, please do it as soon as possible. I will keep this door closed during this time and not let anyone in." Miller relaxed a little after hearing this.

Seeing that his true but incomplete words had frightened his employer, Klein quickly put down the lantern, pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and said:

"Next, I will collect some information and first figure out the layout of the underground building before exploring."

"This requires you to tell me which viscount was the original owner of this house."

Miller bought the building because of its reputation as a former aristocratic property, and he immediately replied:

"Viscount Pound."

"What do you know about him and his family?" Klein asked in a professional manner.

Miller thought:

"I don't know much, I only know that they obtained the title in the 'War of Forsaken Oaths' and had a glorious time, but they suddenly fell into decline decades ago for some reason and lost their heirs one after another. They could only find relatives from other branches to retain the title. The new Viscount Pound is... haha. Anyway, he squandered most of the family fortune and was demoted to a baronet by the king. He should still be in Backlund, but he could go bankrupt at any time."

The Oath-Breaking War? The Oath-Breaking War that began in 738 of the Fifth Era? Klein, a student majoring in history who had successfully graduated, recalled the relevant knowledge reflexively.

The war that took place over 600 years ago was a war involving religion. The southern Kingdom of Feynaport originally believed in both the Mother Earth Goddess and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. However, due to certain factors, the two major churches had a serious conflict and believers often clashed.

Its two northern neighbors, the Kingdom of Loen and the Kingdom of Intis at that time, seized this opportunity and started a war under the pretext of protecting religious freedom. Later, the Feysac Empire joined in and tried to destroy the plots of Loen and Intis, but still failed to reverse the situation and suffered a defeat.

As a result of the war, the countries of Lunburg, Masi, and Segar, located at the border between Loen and Feynaport, and at the border between Intis and Feynaport, became independent and believed in the god of knowledge and wisdom. Only the Church of Mother Earth remained in the Kingdom of Feynaport.

Because both sides of the war accused each other of betraying the Sacred Oath at the end of the Fourth Era, this conflict, which lasted for five years, was called the "War of Oath Breaking".

After that, the Northern Continent had a peaceful era for more than 300 years. This was not to say that there were no conflicts between countries, but there were no longer such large-scale wars. This lasted until Roselle invented the steam engine and improved sailing ships and artillery.

This is what is recorded in history textbooks... Now think about it, since it involves faith, there must be Beyonders from the church involved, and a fierce Beyonder war must have broken out in secret... However, it is said that Beyonders were already rare at that time, and there were not many Beyonders... A small-team battle? The Pound family suddenly fell a few decades ago and lost successive heirs. Could it be related to the discovery of the ancient building underground? Klein asked thoughtfully:

"And do you know where Baronet Pound now resides?"

"Sorry, I don't know." Miller shook his head slightly.

Klein asked a few more questions, but seeing that he could not get any more information, he said goodbye and left, returning to No. 15 Minsk Street.

At this time, it was nearly half past five, and the sky was gloomy and dark, just like night. Klein thought that all public libraries should have closed, so he temporarily put aside the underground building and prepared dinner for himself.

He originally wanted to learn how to make Feneport noodles according to a recipe in the newspaper, but he ended up making noodles mixed with meat, sauce and vegetables, and it tasted unexpectedly good.

After eating and drinking, Klein casually tossed a coin to divine whether he should call the police, and got an answer that it shouldn't be the case.

…………

Backlund at night was as peaceful as any other city, at least in the Cherwood District.

Klein was sleeping soundly, vaguely wandering in different dreams. Suddenly, he woke up with a start and realized deeply that he was dreaming.

Someone invaded my dream? Klein suppressed the urge to frown and looked around in a confused manner.

He found himself in a hot yellow desert.

Suddenly there was a roar from the sky, and a huge monster with black and gold colors flew over.

The monster had a thick lizard-like body and a pair of broad leather-covered wings on its back. It flew lower and lower, blocking out the sun in the sky.

A giant dragon! A powerful dragon! Klein saw scales the size of plates and saucers, a huge mouth emitting pure light, and two dark golden vertical pupils.

roar!

The giant dragon spewed out light, a boundless light that covered everything, and large tracts of desert disappeared.

In the light, a figure jumped into the air.

He was about three or four meters tall, but he did not have the unique vertical single eye of a giant. He had a handsome, youthful face and wore a black full body armor that looked like it was splashed with blood.

The giant knight swung his broadsword from bottom to top, and countless bluish-white and purple flames condensed into long spears, densely shooting towards the dragon. It seemed that he had an entire legion of illusory extraordinary people cooperating in the battle!

In the meteor shower, the giant knight leaped onto the dragon's head and chopped down.

The afterimages he had left behind overlapped in an instant, and the sword light turned into intersecting lightning.

Bang!

The earth shook wildly, and the dragon fell down, its blood dark gold.

At this moment, the scene suddenly changed, showing a bloody door. It was the bloody door that Klein saw at the innermost part of the ancient building in the afternoon.

With a creak, the bloody door opened a crack, allowing one to vaguely catch a glimpse of a black high-backed chair.

Sitting in the high-backed chair was a normal-sized man, his head bowed, quiet and deathly silent.

The view was getting closer and closer, and Klein could see clearly what the man was wearing. He seemed to be the knight who had just killed the dragon. He was still wearing blood-stained black armor!

The only difference is that he is no longer three or four meters tall.

At this moment, the man suddenly raised his head. His young and handsome face was covered with horrible marks of decay and bones, and his eyes were cold and ruthless.

Klein was startled and suddenly woke up from his dream. He opened his eyes and saw the crimson moonlight shining through the curtains.

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