West Velas County is located in the western part of the Kingdom of Rune, across the Hornachis Mountains from the Republic of Intis, while in Beckland, there is a street named after it, on the edge of Queens, where the headquarters of the Capital Police Department is located.

Many people choose this street for peace of mind, and Raft Pound is one of them.

In the house facing the street at number 29, the baron, draped in cotton wool pajamas, stood in the warm living room, by the closed window, gazing diagonally across the field of Celeiras.

He had just started his early forties, and his temples were gray, his eyes were puffy, his wrinkles were obvious, and his body seemed to exude the smell of alcohol at all times.

Behind Raft was littered with torn lingerie on the floor, and in the distance was a fireplace blazing.

The baron lifted the glass in his hand, drank the rest of the liquid in one gulp, and then walked slowly to the door, wanting to go back to his bedroom to sleep.

Because there were no pipes to transfer heat to the fireplace, as soon as he left the living room, he felt the chill of late autumn seeping into his bones.

"Damn it!" Raft Pound cursed in a low voice, and staggered to the bedroom door, twisting the handle.

The bedroom was dim, with only a faint crimson glow pouring in.

Raft was about to close the door and sit down to the bed, his gaze frozen.

On the chair next to the curtain, a figure is sitting quietly!

The figure was dressed in gray-blue clothes and trousers, and wore a dark cap, and the whole person was hidden in the shadows.

Noticing Pound's gaze from the baron, the figure slowly raised its head and looked over.

His face is covered in red, yellow and white oil paint, like the most funny clown!

Raft was about to call out and turn and flee, but he saw a revolver pointed at him, and heard two low, hoarse words:

"I advise you not to do unwise things. ”

"If you cooperate well, I won't hurt and I won't take your belongings, if you still have them. ”

Raft Pound's face changed a few times, and he closed the bedroom door very honestly, and then sat down on the edge of the bed with his hands half-raised.

"You, what do you want me to do?" he hiccuped and reminded with a slight trembling body, "Across the street is West Velas Field!"

"I know, but I think I'm closer to you than Sivelas Field. Klein, disguised as a clown, changed his voice and tone and warned, "And my purpose is only to ask you questions." ”

- Before coming to West Villas Street, he had a safe answer to the question of whether the trip was dangerous in the mysterious space above the gray mist.

"Questions?" Raft chuckled his lips and smiled bitterly, "again...... Am I never going to escape this nightmare?"

"A lot of people have asked?" Klein said as he followed.

"No, more than that, after the death of my cousin, the venerable old viscount, so many things happened around me, and the kind old butler resigned for no reason, and did not know where he went, and the attendants and maids changed one after another without warning, and became strange and cold, and they were looking for something, yes, what they were looking for, and I was not yet ten years old, and I could only look at it like that, and I did not dare to tell anyone, and I was afraid that I would never wake up again!" replied Raft, rather dejected.

What are you looking for? Is it looking for that underground structure, or the treasure of the Pound family, for example, the extraordinary properties and magical items buried near the evil spirit? The royal family and the church should not be unaware, the higher levels must know the extraordinary characteristics of immortality and the law of conservation! Since the Pound family is ruined, similar things should be taken back, right? Unless, the old viscount spent a lot of money to buy additional extraordinary properties and magical items of the same sequence, so as to hide the matter of the underground building...... Crane listened calmly and had a lot of speculation.

He seemed relaxed, but in fact he could ask at any time:

"How long have these days lasted?"

"I don't know, I don't know, I'm surrounded by faces I don't know, how can I be sure that the rest of the people are not accomplices? They were finally relieved, they stopped staring at me, and when I even sold that house, they, whew, left, I don't know where they went, no, they must still be spying on me, not letting me call the police, yes, not letting me call the police!"

This guy has a mental illness...... I don't know if what he said is true or not, the change in emotional color is very logical, but in case, he just felt that he was ashamed of the old viscount, so he imagined such a drama, looking for a reason for his depravity, and then he kept autosuggesting and completely believing it...... As a qualified keyboard powerhouse, Crane, who knows a little bit about everything, has seen similar cases in his previous life.

He thought for two seconds and said:

"What did these people ask you?"

"They asked me how the old Viscount's two children died, and what was wrong with the old Viscount, I was not yet 10 years old, and I didn't know anything!" said Raft, waving his arm and whispering in his voice.

"Calm down, please calm down. Crane pressed his left hand down and turned to something else, trying to confirm from multiple angles whether Pound knew about the underground structure from the Baron.

In the middle of the question and answer, time flew by, and Klein said in a hoarse voice:

"You really don't seem to know anything. ”

"I'm sorry to bother you, it's time for me to take my leave. ”

He stood up, bowed slightly, and bowed, looking very cultured.

Almost at the same time, the collapse and agitation on Raft Pound's face disappeared in an instant, and his light blue eyes became unusually deep, as if he were scrutinizing.

Seeing that the clown-dressed intruder was about to stand up straight, he immediately returned to his previous appearance, angry, crazy, bitter, and nervous.

At this moment, a mysterious voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Crimson!"

Crane infused the "Sleep Charm" with spirit and threw it at Raft with his unarmed left hand.

In the thinner sound of burning, a rich and intense tranquility spread, enveloping the baron, making his eyes unstoppably closed, and his body slumping limply on the bed.

"I'm sorry, but the question just now is just to compare with the future, and then there are procedures such as 'dreaming' and 'channeling'. Klein patted the other party's pajamas, pressed his hand to his chest, and saluted again.

Then, he used the "Dream Charm" and entered the other person's dream like a nightmare.

In the gray, fragmentary, flashing world, Crane walked soberly and sensibly beside Raft, watching him meet the blank-faced, featureless, terrifying waiters and maids, watching him always turn his head sideways, witnessing a silent old face staring at him, watching him curl up in a corner, shivering, watching him be shrouded in shadows little by little.

This is very much in line with what he just described...... Klein tries to guide the way to figure out what happened, but Pound from Baron seems to have a very serious psychological shadow about those things, and the slightest irritation will make him nervously yell in his dreams and run wildly.

This left Klein with no more information at all.

So, he withdrew from the dream, gave Raft Pound another "Sleep Charm", and then took out the "Amanda" hydrosol and other materials to prepare for the psychic ritual.

After responding to himself, Crane's spirituality passed through the storm of thoughts and saw the illusory figure of the other party, the illusory figure based on the mental body.

"Did the old viscount say anything to you before he died?" asked Klein, after a moment's consideration.

Raft Pound replied in a daze:

"He kept me in the family. ”

"And what?" Klein asked again in the deliberate affirmative.

"Let me remember the glory of my ancestors. Raft replied blankly.

Klein bowed his head slightly, and instead asked:

"What are those people looking for?"

"I don't know. Raft was still the answer.

Klein continued to ask, comparing it with the previous one, and came to the conclusion that Pound had not lied from the baron, and that what he had just said was true enough.

At this point, he no longer stayed, penetrating the other party's thought storm, and letting the spreading spirituality return to his body.

Immediately afterwards, Crane methodically cleaned up the scene, and took out the Azk bronze whistle and threw it a few times, using its personality to interfere with possible subsequent divination investigations.

"Thank you very much for your cooperation, from Mr. Baron. After doing all this, Crane, who was painted with clown paint, bent down again.

Then he turned and opened the window, leaped into the street, and disappeared into the night.

After a few moments, Raft Pound suddenly opened his eyes.

Around those light blue eyes, there was a ring of bursting capillaries!

He jerked over and sat up, staring at the open bay window.

............

After a big detour to the East End, Klein washed off his disguise, changed into normal clothes, and returned to 15 Minsk Street in the Jowood District as if nothing had happened.

He didn't rest there, nor did he think about what to do with the underground structure next, but went into the gray fog again.

At the top of the old long table, Crane slowly spread his palms, revealing a few strands of brown hair, which came from Raft Pound, the hair he had collected before he "dreamed" the other.

There is also a final procedure, divination confirmation above the gray mist...... Klein muttered to himself silently, took out his pen and paper, and wrote down what he had considered before:

"The future of Raft Pound. ”

I'm going to see what happens to you in the future, and I can confirm it with the past!" Crane leaned back in his chair and silently recited the divination phrase.

Because the ancient building involved six orthodox gods, he was afraid that there would be problems with the content related to direct divination, so he changed his mind and asked Raft Pound about the future!