Upon hearing this, Klein and Amon immediately stopped performing.
Little Zarathu's mouth was bitter, his head hung down, and he spoke vaguely: "From some special channels, I learned that Antigonus is not dead..."
"Louder, you can't hear me!"
"You still want to drive a warship with such a low voice!"
Little Zaratul:???
baffling.
but.
Forget it~
Taking a deep breath, he cheered up and repeated it many decibels higher, "From some special channels, I learned that Antigonus was not dead, so I asked a reliable friend to help me find something.
"
Klein's heart moved.
'reliable friend'
Could it be Lao Huang you are talking about?
Recalling the contents of "Roselle's Diary", Klein nodded secretly.
During the Iron Black Era, little Zaratul had repeatedly helped Russell Gustave, who had not yet gained power, as an early investment. And Russell was quite grateful to repay the favor. After being promoted to demigod, he directly transferred him from the Church of Steam.
The 'Notes of Antigonus' were stolen.
"What a kid." Klein secretly complained.
Just thinking about his own situation, he felt a little embarrassed in his heart.
The eldest brother does not laugh at the second brother.
He and Lao Huang should not talk about each other...
On the other side, little Zaratul was still describing his experience: "After interpreting the contents of the notes, I found this place as expected - the Lost Kingdom of the Night, but..."
"Let me guess, you can't get out, right?" Amon looked at little Zaratul, who was obviously in a bad state, and pinched his monocle: "So you warrior cut off your wrist, cut off your own historical projection, and let your true body return.
into the real world?”
After saying that, he shook his head again: "No, you didn't do it yourself. You don't have the ability."
After a moment of silence, he suddenly realized: "Oh~ I know, it's that one."
That one?
Klein blinked.
Amon looked at the statue of ‘Mother of Heaven’ with a half-smile, his meaning was obvious.
Klein's expression suddenly became serious.
No wonder little Zaratul is so miserable.
It turns out that I met a goddess.
Well……
You can't slander the goddess like this.
Children's words are not forbidden. Children's words are not forbidden. Children don't understand. They are just talking about it for fun.
If Amon and Little Zaratul hadn't been in front of him, Klein would have nodded four times on his chest and bowed to the sky, no matter what he said.
It's a pity that outsiders are present. He has to save some face after all and can only praise the goddess from the bottom of his heart.
Seeing Amon expose his predicament, little Zaratul's face turned extremely gloomy. He stretched out his hand and said almost in a begging tone: "Help me... Amon... No, great King of Angels, help.
I……"
Little Zaratul knew that the Amon in front of him was just a projection of history.
But it doesn't matter.
If it can attract the true form of Amon.
Even if there are various restrictions imposed by the goddess of the night, Wrong Angel can perfectly resolve them.
Compared to the useless little 'divineer', Amon is undoubtedly more reliable.
only……
Little Zaratul felt the call deep in his soul, and his heart moved slightly.
Amon spread his hands and said, "I am full of ambition but not strong enough, so you should leave it to others."
Little Zaratul pretended to be anxious.
Klein sniffed slightly and suddenly interjected: "You want me to... uh, how can we help you."
The fish is hooked——
Little Zaratul licked his lips with a grimace on his face: "Young man, I still don't know your name?"
"Bertrand." Klein gave a light salute.
Little Zaratul had no doubt that he was there, and said: "Bertrand, it seems that only you can help me escape from here. Don't worry, after it is done, I will accept you as my direct disciple, and prepare you for promotion to 'Ancient
Scholars' extraordinary characteristics in return."
Klein laughed secretly in his heart.
But his face remained calm as he said: "Let me tell you how to help you first, and I'll think about it."
Little Zaratul sat there without moving, pointing in a certain direction: "Did you see the wall behind the statue? Is there a depression on it?"
Turn around and look.
But I saw that there were short and clumsy symbols painted there one after another, but there was an empty space in the middle, which could not be connected and formed. The empty area was about the size of two palms, and it was obviously sunken inward, as if someone had dug away the stone bricks on the surface.
.
Klein nodded.
Little Zaratul said: "As long as you can find the corresponding piece of obsidian and place it here, this wall can initially get rid of its 'hidden' state and present an illusory color. When the time comes, I will tell you a special
Symbol, it is the key in the wall that opens the door to escape.”
Hearing this, Klein clicked his tongue.
So complicated.
Don't want to do it.
Moreover, what is the sense of déjà vu in this RPG game?
After pondering for a moment, he stared at little Zaratul: "Where is the obsidian you mentioned? Also, there should have been 'seers' entering here before. Why did they fail?"
"Those people...hehe..."
Little Zaratul's tone was subtle: "They didn't have time to leave the church before the red moon became clear, and they were hung up there. The guy who made himself a handsome face was, and the little guy with flawless facial features was
So does the girl..."
Klein's heart trembled.
Red moon?
If the other party is not lying, when the red moon is clear, the danger of this church will increase exponentially, and even the 'Cunning Mage' will no longer be able to control his own spiritual body!
It seems that you have to pay attention to the changes in light at all times.
Little Zaratul continued: "You also know that there are not many Extraordinary people in the 'divineer' path, and even fewer can become 'Secret Puppet Masters'. The number of people who came here for various reasons can be counted on one hand.
clear."
"Of course, there are many more people who have been lured here than here, but it is difficult to enter here. They are all..."
"They're all in the palace on the top of the mountain, right?" Klein continued.
In the dream, the looming palace was much more dangerous than the steeple church.
After all, this is where Antigonus himself resides.
Klein did not agree immediately, but just said that he would think about it carefully.
Little Zaratul was secretly anxious and wanted to take the initiative, but because Amon was watching from the side, he didn't dare to take action.
In the end, he could only lower his head and said with great dejection: "Bertrand, I guarantee with my personality that I will never harm you. I just want to go out. I just want to... go home..."
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Those who hear it are sad and those who hear it cry.
Klein pretended to be unable to bear it, shook his head, and left on his own.
Amon raised the corner of his mouth slightly and chased after him.
Wait until the two of them come outside.
Klein decisively stopped pretending and looked back at the steeple church, his eyes lingering on the crows for a long time.
Amon chuckled and said: "How is it? Have you made a decision? Can you help?"
"Do you think I'm stupid?" Klein asked instead without answering.
Amon thought for a moment and said, "A little clever."
"Then you should know that what I'm thinking about right now is how to kill Zaratul, not helping him get out of trouble." Klein spoke softly, his expression neither sad nor happy.
joke!
The person detained here by the Night Goddess, what reason does he have to help him return to the real world?
Moreover.
How little Zaratul came in, he himself said in great detail.
But what I did after I came here was all mentioned in one sentence.
Klein always felt attracted.
Obviously, the opponent has high-level items of the ‘Fool’ path.
Either extraordinary characteristics or legendary uniqueness.
In this case, how could he look for obsidian like a fool?
Besides...
Klein lowered his voice: "That little Zaratul is not as weak as he appears on the outside, is he?"
"Ha, you are indeed cunning." Amon smiled.
There was a hint of recognition in the smile.
Klein said nothing.
He was thinking that Zaratul in the literature was a thousand times more cunning than him. Which of those words just now were true and which were false?
besides.
Has his presence in Huaiyuan Castle been exposed?
After all, to the high-sequence Beyonders of the Gou San family, the aura of Origin Castle is like blood dripping into the sea, easily attracting a group of sharks.
Amon yawned, "Whatever you want."
The conversation changed, "Little Zaratul may have told a lot of lies just now, but he probably didn't lie about the Red Moon."
After finishing his words, he pointed to the sky and said, "Look, the moonlight is already shining down."
Klein:!!!
Being so busy with little Zaratul, I actually forgot about this incident.
He didn't dare to neglect and broke into a B&B directly.
Close the doors and seal the windows carefully to avoid being exposed to the moonlight.
at the same time.
The crimson moonlight shining through the windows of the steeple church suddenly became clear and bright, and the corpses hanging in the air dragged out shadows.
"Honakis... Fregra..."
"Honakis... Fregra..."
"Honakis... Fregra..."
Klein and Amon hid in the B&B, quietly staring outside.
Amon said: "The puppet show is boring."
Klein remained silent.
Let the dead people repeat their activities in life, as if they had never passed away. The red moon is clear, the spirituality is enhanced, and the "source" at the top of the church will have a deeper influence on the foggy town. The corpses can be manipulated to walk back and forth, pretending to be normal.
appearance.
Um.
Such a weird and terrifying scene is indeed in line with the core of the role of "The Fool".
So, Antigonus is the one controlling everything?
In good condition?
Or just instinct?
Klein felt very unsure.
An Antigonus, a small Zarathu.
Neither of them is easy to mess with.
It just so happens that he is just a ‘cunning mage’.
If you become a true 'ancient scholar', you will definitely be able to calm down a lot.
Amon rolled his eyes and suddenly said: "Are you hungry? After working for so long, it's time to eat."
Hearing this, three big question marks appeared above Klein's head.
Amon pointed to the table not far away, "Bread, roast beef and wine are free."
"What do you mean by this? Aren't we two good brothers who cut off chicken heads and burned yellow paper? Why are you trying to trick me now?" Klein frowned.
These seemingly identical foods are also part of the "source" on the top of the steeple church. If ingested into the body, the threads of the spirit body will be immediately contaminated and will inevitably drift to the church.
If he was really greedy and ate a mouthful of bread or drank a sip of wine, he would probably be able to see his dried human body in the church in a few days.
Amon pinched his monocle and said, "I'm just reminding you that the special laws in the town have affected you. Even if you are a demigod, you still need to eat and rest."
"As for me, I don't have such worries. After all, I'm just a projection."
Klein:……
Just say what you say, don't use such a showy tone.
Klein stared at Amon thoughtfully, with some speculation in his heart.
It's just that he's not sure now, so he simply doesn't think about it anymore.
In fact, Amon's reminder was correct.
The special laws in the town are obviously different from those in the outside world.
Otherwise, those soothsayers would not have been hung in the church.
Most of them must be due to being unable to endure hunger and eating small town food.
But this matter cannot be troubled by Klein.
Not caring that Amon was by his side, he prayed directly to himself and took out many strange 'little things' from Source Castle.
Amon was a little dumbfounded.
this……
seed?
He is well-read and has lived from ancient times to the present, but he didn't recognize what kind of seed this was.
Klein explained with a complicated look: "Before this trip started, I asked a botanical expert for a lot of emergency food. You take care of it."
After saying that, he gently cut open the pad of his thumb with his nail and squeezed out a drop of blood.
The blood fell on those seeds and seeped into them.
What happened next made the well-informed Amon dumbfounded.
But I saw those seeds sprouting strangely and growing into many bloody flowers. In the center of the flowers were plump fruits, faintly revealing the aroma of beef.
Amon:???
What's going on? This is it!
A little too outrageous, right?
Although it was Klein who took the initiative to drip blood to make the seeds germinate and bloom, seeing such a weird scene still made his expression a little ugly.
but……
To survive.
Just don't worry about it so much.
It doesn't matter how weird it is, as long as it's edible.
Repeatedly building up a psychological defense, Klein picked off a flower and peeled off the petals, revealing the bright red tender beef inside with the muscles and nerves still beating slightly.
Amon showed a disgusted expression.
Klein ignored Amon, the flames scorched him slightly, and stuffed the beef into his mouth in a few bites.
Hey, that's called fragrance, that's called beauty, that's called authentic!
Amon shook his head repeatedly when he saw it.
But there was also a great interest in the creator of these seeds.
Suddenly, there was a knocking sound outside the door.
Klein was so excited that he didn't choke on the roast beef.
"The person who came here is not a good person, Kedi." Amon gloated: "Maybe it was the aroma of your barbecue that attracted those people outside the door."
Klein said nothing.
In the small town, except for little Zaratul, everyone was dead and had no sense of sight, smell or taste in the normal sense. How could he be attracted by the aroma of barbecue?
Then there is only one answer - Antigonus!
"We were discovered." Klein looked solemn.
But at this moment, he heard the neighing of many crows in his ears.
Wow!
Wow!
Wow!
The black crows were overwhelming, like a violent storm.
Klein took a breath of air.
Then he reacted and looked at Amon beside him: "Brother Meng, come on!"
Amon:……
Theoretically, I am indeed a historical projection driven by you.
But what does your dog training tone mean?
Amon had a sullen face and reluctantly pushed the door open and walked out.