The alternation of day and night in the ruins of the God War has always seemed particularly abrupt, and the communication between Snow and Bernadette has therefore become intermittent. In addition to Bernadette coming to enjoy the fresh delicacies offered by Snow's followers every day during meals, the two of them
Doing your own thing tacitly.
Compared to Bernadette's observation of Klein, he was more interested in studying Anderson, who was plagued by bad luck.
However, as far as the current conclusion is concerned, Anderson is only contaminated by the aura authority remaining on the mural. If he wants to rely on this pollution to track down Ourolos, it is still possible for Klein, but for him, unless
Contact Zhenzao directly.
But if you ask Zhenzao, you don't need the help of the aura of doom.
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Noon and night alternated again, and Klein quickly regained his clarity and reason in his dream, opened his eyes and looked around.
His vision was pitch black and there was nothing.
"Am I going to be blind?" Klein said this as a reflex, then put his hand into his pocket and took out a box of matches.
The fire ignited the scene in front of Klein's eyes, which was reflected in the lake, and he gradually realized that he had appeared in a cell.
While thinking about the reason why he appeared here, Klein threw out the match in his hand. With the help of the ability to use extraordinary items at will in the dream, he manifested his crawling hunger and activated the ability of the Priest of Light.
Klein looked at the traces around him, trying to get more information, but he had no intention of exploring outside because he clearly remembered Will Asceptin's advice to him.
However, things didn't work out as he wished. Although he planned to wait here for the arrival of noon, the sound of empty and distant footsteps could be heard vaguely outside the cell, and along with the footsteps, there was a nasally humming melody.
He knows this melody!
"Damn it! Why did I hear people singing Katyusha in my dream? Did the Emperor copy this again?" Since Klein "travelled" to this world, he has spent most of his time on his career as an extraordinary person.
, I don’t have time to study the music at all, and naturally I don’t know who wrote this piece.
But no matter who the singer is, he doesn't intend to show his face.
After all, this is a dangerous dream world.
Suppressed by the urge to take a breath of cold air, after experiencing all kinds of big scenes, Klein, who was no longer a young night watcher, quickly made a decision. He held his breath and stood up slowly, without making a sound of thinking.
Under the premise, he moved slowly to the iron gate, looking covertly and calmly in the direction of the footsteps.
The two shrunken suns in his eyes shrank slightly, and Klein waited quietly for dozens of seconds. He heard the footsteps becoming clearer, heard that his humming had begun to cycle, and there was a sound of the iron door being pushed open and knocked.
A banging sound on the wall almost startled him.
Immediately afterwards, a tall figure appeared in his field of vision. He was nearly two and a half meters tall. He was wearing a black armor that covered his whole body. He felt cold and solid, and seemed to be a giant knight.
His breath was restrained, his eyes were shining with two groups of deep red light, and he was holding a long and wide black straight sword in his hand.
What was completely inconsistent with his aura, which was like a boss in a Gothic game, was the Katyusha he sang.
"Why do I feel that his singing doesn't seem to be for fun, but is very serious..." Klein listened to the other party's third cycle and finally discovered a problem——
The other person hummed the passage without changing even one syllable!
Do ordinary people pay so much attention to the accuracy of each tune when humming songs?
"Is this guy an obsessive-compulsive disorder?" Although Klein felt that it was a bit exaggerated to have such obsessive-compulsive disorder that he even had to ensure absolute pitch when humming in his dreams, but when he thought of Mr. Devil's precedent of making a choice that was so difficult that he would lose control, he felt that it was not so abnormal. .
But before he could continue to think deeply, the figure suddenly moved his arms with great force——
Bang!
Accompanied by a rough sound, he pushed open the iron door of a cell, stepped in, and turned around, as if searching for something.
"He is searching for a certain prisoner? This way he will definitely find me!" Klein hesitated, and two options, escape and fight, quickly appeared in his mind.
After estimating the opponent's traveling speed, he quickly took the citrine pendant from the cuff of his left wrist and started divination in a voice that almost only he could hear:
"The knight just now was very powerful."
The result of the divination is certain, and the speed is very fast, with a large amplitude. The danger of the target is already obvious at this moment.
Klein no longer hesitated, opened the door without making any noise as much as possible, and then while the black-armored knight was searching a cell, he quietly rushed out.
The rich darkness provided him with considerable protection, and the humming sound of the black-armored knight that spread through the armor allowed Klein to clearly control the opponent's position.
He maintained a stealthy and swift action all the way, and soon came to a double iron door. With the help of the key he had picked up before, he opened the door and entered unexpectedly.
Unfortunately, behind the door was not the exit he hoped for, but a hall filled with debris.
But Klein didn't have time to be disappointed. He quickly locked the door and started searching quickly. Soon, he noticed an inconspicuous black wooden door in the corner, and the clown potion was also on his hand holding the door handle. In an instant, the figure in the room was revealed to him.
"Is there someone? The hunted prisoner?"
Klein made a quick decision, turned the handle and got into the room. Then, he heard a sound that made his scalp numb——
This figure in a linen robe was humming to a rhythm that was indistinguishable from that of the black-armored knight.
Katyusha!
"What the hell!"
For a moment, Klein felt that the ghosts of the dead were coming out. The blue rose appeared in his left hand almost instantly. But what surprised him was that the man in the linen short robe who was humming the song suddenly shrank back and then used a In a tone full of despair and pain, he uttered one word:
"who?"
"An adventurer." Klein suppressed the thought of attacking and gave a simple answer. At this time, he had already seen the opponent's appearance clearly——
This is a man with a weather-beaten face. He has deep incantations on his forehead, corners of his eyes, and lips, but his hair is black and shiny, without a single silver strand.
His linen robe was simple and simple, but his expression was distorted by pain. His rare pure black eyes exuded surprise and doubt that could not be concealed:
"adventurer?"
"How did you get here?"
Klein slightly kept the distance at a level that was convenient for him, leaned his back against the door and looked at the other person and said:
"It is necessary politeness to introduce yourself before asking others."
The man was stunned, glanced at the open wooden door behind Klein worriedly, and then said:
"You'd better close the door first, we can't be caught by that devil, otherwise..."
The muscles on his face twitched obviously twice, as if he recalled something bad.
"Devil?" Klein whispered, but his hand stretched out backwards without any delay, closing the black wooden door.
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