When he saw Leonard Mitchell, Klein's back muscles instantly stiffened, and his mind was so tense that it seemed like a bowstring stretched to its limit, ready to break at any moment.
He remembered clearly that the poet's body was parasitic on an angel of the "Thief" path, Pales Zoroaster, who could sense his own uniqueness and thus see through his disguise!
If the old man told Leonard that there was something wrong with the guard in front of him, then there would be big trouble. He could only hope that the poet was afraid of his secret being exposed and pretended not to know... When he was in Tingen before, although he always said that everyone had their own secrets and there was no need to care so much, that was not directly targeting the church. Who knows if he would suddenly have a sense of justice and decide to be loyal to his duty and take the risk to expose it? After all, this is very similar to the incident with Ince Zangwill... At this moment, Klein's forehead almost broke out in cold sweat.
Frankly speaking, he did not expect to run into Leonard on his way to Chanis Gate, because the other party was already a "Red Glove" instead of an ordinary "Night Watcher" and no longer needed to take turns on duty, and this point should not be underground.
However, Klein immediately thought of a key point.
That is, the one who can realize that he is special is Pales Zoroast, not Leonard Mitchell. The former's attitude is more important!
This old man knows that I know of His existence. Once He exposes my disguise and puts me in danger, I must be prepared to be exposed by me. At that time, we will definitely hurt each other and no one will benefit. For an angel who is a "thief" and does not believe in the goddess, this is completely unnecessary... If I were Him, I would just pretend that nothing happened and not alert Leonard Mitchell at all. I would not put my own safety in the hands of the host... Klein quickly sorted out his thoughts and regained his composure. He walked towards Leonard Mitchell wearing red gloves.
Leonard glanced nonchalantly at the inner guard with sparse white hair opposite him, and couldn't help but raise his right hand, half covering his mouth, and yawned.
Did he stay up at night and have nothing to do, so he went to the guard room to play cards with someone? He was a typical "sleepless person"... Klein roughly understood why the poet classmate who was the "Red Glove" appeared here.
He recalled the reactions of the internal guards when they encountered the Night Watchers in Tingen City, nodded silently to Leonard, and tapped his chest four times clockwise with his right index and middle fingers, as if drawing a full moon.
Leonard responded with the same movement, passing the inner guard with loose skin and a large nose without any notice, and moving straight forward.
Klein exhaled silently and maintained the same pace and stride as before, walking all the way to his destination.
The iron-black double doors were heavy and cold, engraved with seven holy emblems, and it seemed that nothing could shake them.
Klein turned his body, took two steps sideways, knocked on the door of the guard room, and opened the Chanis door under the witness of the night watchman on duty.
The deep darkness inside suddenly surged up. Even though there were silver candles carved with patterns burning quietly inside, it was unable to dispel this feeling. Instead, the faint blue flame deepened the taste of deathly silence.
At the same time, Klein felt invisible things scraping across his skin in the darkness, penetrating deep into his body, passing through the boundary between reality and illusion, and connecting with the "ghost" Senior.
Suddenly, without opening his spiritual vision, he saw the black thin lines that filled the entire back of Chanis Gate. They swayed gently, or gathered together or extended, as if a lady was stretching her hair, or some strange creature was waving its tentacles.
Klein stepped forward with an indifferent expression and entered the sealed area. He then turned around and pushed the Chanis door closed.
At this time, the sounds from the outside world seemed to be completely isolated, and the interior was as quiet as the land of the dead, which made people involuntarily associate and feel fear. This reminded Klein of his childhood. Even if he didn't listen to ghost stories, he would occasionally lie in his little bed, staring at the darkness with his eyes open, not daring to sleep.
No wonder the goddess is called the "Queen of Fear"... Klein cast his gaze to the side, picked up the lantern in the corner, and lit it skillfully.
A dim light suddenly poured out, tinged with a hint of blue.
Klein, who was wearing a black clergy robe, did not rush to go underground to the second floor to look for the Antigonus family's notes. Instead, he stayed behind the door and waited patiently.
He was doing this in case the "Night Watchman" needed something urgently but couldn't get it at night and could only wait until daybreak.
According to his experience, the first five minutes after the internal guards enter Chanis Gate is one of the most easily disturbed time periods. As long as it can be passed smoothly and no other accidents occur in the meantime, the normal material retrieval will have to wait until around 8 o'clock, which is the standard working hours of the "night watchmen" and clerical staff.
In other words, once Klein survives the first five minutes, he will basically not be disturbed by the Night Watchmen for nearly two hours. Of course, the actual time for action will not be so ample. The church of the Church of Evernight opens at 8 o'clock, and the servants will get up at least one to one and a half hours in advance to work. After 6:30, other servants may discover that their companions are missing at any time!
As time passed, Klein's heartbeat uncontrollably quickened. He felt that these five minutes were extremely torturous.
Finally, after counting silently, he turned his gaze to the stone steps deep in the darkness, which was the passage to the second floor.
At this moment, no one here can restrict him!
At this point, Klein felt that he had overcome 70% of the difficulties. The remaining 30% was mainly about how to leave after success.
Of course, there is always a certain probability of various accidents happening. Klein did not take it lightly. Holding the lantern, he walked towards the stone steps step by step.
For other extraordinary people, the first level behind the Chanis Gate is actually more attractive than the seal. Various extraordinary materials, potion formulas and secret knowledge are stored here, and even arrested cultists and wild extraordinary people are imprisoned. Whether the intruder wants to make a fortune and get promoted, or rescue his companions, it is enough for him to just move around here.
But Klein had to go deeper and head to the place where those dangerous items were sealed.
When passing by several locked stone chambers, he clearly felt that there were people inside, but they were not making noise, roaring, begging for mercy, or calling for help. They were all lying or sitting quietly, and the atmosphere had become gloomy and cold.
The light from the lantern flickered, illuminating the steps leading down. Klein retracted his attention and walked steadily deeper underground.
He didn't run, fearing that it would cause an overreaction from the seal core.
The darkness grew thicker and thicker, and the faint blue light on the elegant candlesticks on both sides grew fainter and fainter, giving people the illusion that it was about to go out. At that time, the pure darkness might bring about unimaginable horrific changes. Klein endured this instinctive fear and finally walked up the stairs and arrived at the second underground floor.
With the help of the night vision ability of the "Ghost", Klein found that there were strange walls made of steel, bricks, soil, and silver, separating one area after another. Some places were open, while some rooms were closed, and each had a sealed object.
Holding the lantern, he turned left, and Klein's eyes suddenly lit up. He saw the blazing flames, the bright red black coal and charcoal.
The area was semi-open, and inside was a bathtub-like structure made of steel, hollowed out at the bottom and filled with anthracite, charcoal, and various combustibles.
They kept burning, making gurgling sounds in the steel bathtub, and letting water vapor diffuse out, gather on the ceiling, condense into droplets, and fall like rain.
An item that needs to be immersed in hot water to be sealed... and the guards inside must regularly add charcoal to prevent the flame from going out... Well, if there is a sealing object that can continuously emit high temperatures, it can be combined together to make sealing easier... Klein glanced at the steel bathtub. In order to avoid any accidents that would disrupt his plans, he moved closer and used tools to add some of the coal piled outside to the fire.
When he raised his head, he saw silver metal products under the hot water in the steel bathtub from the corner of his eye.
When combined, they seemed to be a heavy full-body armor, and some parts had dark red blood stains and splattered red spots that could not be washed off.
“1-42”… the blood of the ancient god… it is now stored in the Backlund Diocese for a long time… Klein had seen this sealed object, and the corresponding information immediately emerged in his mind.
Just as he was about to look away, he saw the simple silver helmet.
The visor of the helmet had been pulled down, making the inside appear dark. At this moment, Klein only felt that there was a gaze shining through, directed at him.
He shuddered suddenly and took two steps back, his heart beating fast and wildly.
Not daring to look around any longer, Klein calmed himself down, looked forward, took steady steps, and left the area.
After passing through several closed places, he was suddenly inspired. He felt that something on his right was calling him, and it made a thumping sound like a heart expanding and contracting!
Sure enough, the Antigonus family notebook has been waiting for me to come... Klein calmly confirmed his previous judgment, followed the call of the nothingness, changed direction, and moved closer.
After about two or three minutes, he saw a room with a half-open stone door. It was dark inside and there was no light at all.
As the lantern illuminated, an empty bookshelf made of bones came into Klein's sight. On it was an ancient notebook with a hard, black cover.
The Antigonus family notebook!
"Honakis...Fregola...Honakis...Fregola..." The illusory voice entered Klein's ears, making him sure that he had found his target!
Things went smoothly, but Klein did not dare to be careless or reckless. He entered the room carefully and approached slowly, fearing that the measures to seal the Antigonus family notes would cause harm to himself.
So, when the distance got closer, a hand with a dark red sleeve suddenly stretched out from between his chest and abdomen!
This is the hand of the "Ghost" Senior.
One of the rules of the “Secret Doll Master” is to use the “Secret Doll” as much as possible when possible. If anything goes wrong, the “Secret Doll” will be responsible for it!
At this moment, there was a sudden "pop" sound at the door of the room, as if someone was walking over!
Klein's pupils suddenly dilated, and without a second thought, he pounced on the bone bookshelf, allowing the "secret puppet" hand between his chest and abdomen to grab the Antigonus family notes as soon as possible. At the same time, he reached into his pocket with his right hand, about to open the iron cigarette box and put on "Creeping Hunger" to teleport away before the seal core could react!
During this process, the scene at the door naturally emerged in his mind:
A figure wearing a hood and classical robe stood there, with a beautiful but expressionless face, and deep black eyes but lacking spirituality!
The church leader who directly wiped out Mr. A and stopped the Backlund smog incident? How could she be hiding underground? This doesn't make sense! As fear surged in Klein's heart, he instinctively lowered his head and looked at his body.
His body was like a pencil drawing being erased by an eraser, being quickly erased, and before it even touched the Antigonus family notes, it had completely disappeared.
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