Crane turned to the captain's office and saw the door wide open, Dunn Smith leaning back in his chair and sniffing his pipe.

With a sweep of gray eyes, Dunn changed his sitting posture and said:

"You're in good shape, not at all like you've just finished taking a potion. ”

This may be the benefit of being promoted after thorough digestion. Crane closed the door and pulled out his chair and sat down.

He and Dunn both knew the "acting method", and they could communicate about related issues normally without being bound by the oath, but at this time, both of them tacitly did not mention the matter much, and fell silent at the same time after asking and answering.

Klein thought for a moment and asked:

"Her Excellency Cesima is gone?"

"Yes, as a senior deacon, he has other things. Dunn muttered for a few seconds, "Well, he took the pair of red eyeballs that old Neil left behind. ”

Crane asked in surprise and dazedness:

"Why?"

Dunn picked up the coffee, took a sip, and said silently for a long time:

"We can't deceive ourselves, the runaway team members have actually turned into monsters, and I told you that after the monster dies, it will leave behind some things rich in extraordinary power, if these things are uncontrollable and have various problems, then they must be sealed, well, this is one of the sources of seals, and the internal rules of the night watchman are that the items left behind by the runaway team members are kept off-site to avoid irritating his companions. ”

"Understandable provisions. Crane nodded heavily.

Suddenly, he was keenly aware of a possibility that the captain had just missed, so he asked suspiciously:

"What if the things left behind after the death of the 'monster' with extraordinary power are controllable?"

Dunn looked at him, his grey eyes as dark as if it were the quietest of nights.

He sighed and said:

"You won't want to know the answer. ”

...... Klein was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized a certain possibility:

Normal monsters leave behind extraordinary materials that are used to concoct potions.

And what about the monsters that the runaway becomes?

If what they left behind was controllable, would it also be considered extraordinary......

Thinking of this, Klein suddenly felt a strong nausea, and couldn't help but retched a few times, and his vision became blurred because of this.

This is really a chilling speculation...... But it is very likely that it is close to the truth, close to the answer! In an instant, he had a deeper understanding of the words "In order to resist the abyss, you must withstand the corrosion of the abyss" and "you are a guardian, and you are also a group of poor creatures who are always fighting against danger and madness".

Could this be one of the reasons why the church is hiding the "acting law"? a certain degree of recycling? But it will make the top management itself turn away from the church...... Klein's heart clearly reflected his changing face.

Seeing his reaction, Dunn suddenly smiled, and some light flashed in his gray eyes:

"You can think of it on the bright side, our companions have been with us in a different way. ”

"They are always with us. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Dunn lowered his head, picked up his coffee, and brought it to his lips.

After more than ten seconds of silence, he leaned back slightly, raised his head and said:

"And you can rest assured that as long as we can gather extraordinary materials from normal sources, we won't do what you want. ”

"Okay, according to the rules, you can get a day's rest if you have just been promoted, and it is up to you to decide whether you want to practice martial arts in the afternoon, but you must find someone to inform Gawain. ”

Klein nodded slightly, took a deep breath, straightened his back and said:

"Captain, I've finished my occult course, and I want to spend the rest of my morning learning the skills of tracking, surveillance, etc. ”

He paused, and added with a serious expression:

"I want to fulfill my responsibilities as a night watchman as soon as possible. ”

Dunn looked at him deeply and said with emotion:

"You're tougher than I thought you would, so do what you want. ”

"Yes, Captain!" Klein stood up and drew a crimson moon on his chest.

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

After leaving the Black Thorn Security Company, Crane did not go home directly to rest, but took the opportunity to take a trackless bus to the house of the Azk instructor.

Jingle bell, ding bell.

With the crisp sound of bells, Azik, dressed in a white shirt and black vest, opened the door.

On the clasp of his waistcoat is a gold bracelet that hangs diagonally from there, attached to the pocket watch.

"You don't have to work?" Azik looked at the sky and saw that the sun had not yet climbed to the top.

"Due to some special circumstances, I was arranged to take a rotating break. Klein explained briefly.

Azk glanced at him, nodded as if he saw something, and got out of the way.

Entering the foyer, Crane put his cane away, took off his hat, and followed Azik all the way to his living room.

The living room was furnished with a fireplace, rocking chairs, a sofa and a coffee table, and Klein sat down in the same place where he usually sits.

Azik, who was opposite, smiled and pointed to the cigar on the coffee table and said:

"Do you want one?"

"Nope. Crane shook his head resolutely.

Azik didn't persuade him again, but took care of himself to light the fire, picked up a cigar to warm up, and asked casually:

"Is the matter in Morse Township taken care of?"

"You have to thank you for that. Klein said sincerely.

At the same time, he silently complained in his heart:

Mr. Azik, you must have left yourself a lot of wealth before you lost your memory, otherwise, how could a faculty member who is not even an associate professor enjoy cigars all the time?

Taking advantage of the other party's focus on fiddling with cigars, he took the initiative to say:

"Mr. Azik, I have something to ask you. ”

"What's the matter?" asked Azik without looking up.

Klein paused for a moment and organized the language:

"One of my colleagues has lost control and turned into a monster, and I wonder if his soul is also tainted?"

He didn't know if Mr. Azik understood the meaning of losing control, so he prepared explanations and descriptions and waited for the other party to ask.

Azik stopped what he was doing, raised his head, looked at Klein, and nodded his head:

"There is no doubt about it. ”

"In a similar situation, you have to carefully discern that if the direct cause of his loss of control is the temptation of evil gods or demons, then try to avoid channeling, which is likely to bring you mortal danger. ”

"I see. Crane let out a sigh of loss.

At the old Neil's house, he was emotionally unstable and forgot to channel, and Dunn Smith didn't remind him, so he missed the opportunity completely.

Now that I think about it, the captain didn't forget, but deliberately didn't mention it...... Crane was silent for a few seconds.

He didn't dwell on the matter anymore, and instead mentioned what happened before:

"Mr. Azik, I tried to divinate the source of the haunted events in the small town of Morse, and saw a pyramid mausoleum that stretched upside down into the ground, which my companion told me was the symbol of death, the glory of His descendants. ”

As soon as Azk put down the match and picked up the cigar cutter, he was stunned and did not move for a long time.

He sat back, leaning against the back of the couch, his expression unusually calm.

After a while, he spoke in a slightly low voice:

"It gave me a familiar feeling, but it didn't remind me of anything more. ”

"It's a pity. Klein sighed sincerely.

He also thought that he could use the revelation obtained from that divination to further awaken Mr. Azik's memory.

Azk cut open the cigar cap, shook his head and smiled bitterly:

"If it was very easy to recall the past, I think I would have found a way out of my fate. ”

"Of course, I must be grateful to you for your kindness, for always remembering me. ”

He thought for a moment and said:

"By the way, I'll be leaving Tingen in the near future. ”

"Why?" Klein asked in amazement.

Didn't you say that we would work together to find out who was behind the fate of me and the theft of your child's skull?

Azik took his cigar and sighed and explained:

"The subject may have sensed my attention and pursuit, and there has been no movement during this time, leaving me with no clues, so I plan to leave Tingen for the time being and go to Beckland, on the one hand, to find the traces left by me before I lost my memory, and on the other hand, to let the target let his guard down. ”

Also, Mr. Azik's last amnesia was near Beckland University...... It's a pity that you can't check the red chimney house for me...... Klein nodded solemnly:

"I'll keep an eye on this and let you know as soon as the target takes action and is exposed. ”

"Well, Mr. Azik, how can I inform you in time?"

In Klein's mind, if Azik is a descendant of the Grim Reaper, or has some connection to the Grim Reaper, then his power type should be close to the "corpse collector" sequence, and there must be a way to make something similar to "Daly Messenger".

In other words, it proves whether Azik is related to death and belongs to his descendants.

Azik took a puff on his cigar, thought for more than ten seconds, and untied an ornament from the left cuff.

It is a delicate, antique bronze whistle with many strange patterns that give it a mysterious charm.

"This is an item I took with me when I woke up in Beckland, and if you blow it, you can summon a messenger that is my own. Azk pinched the brass whistle and explained in detail.

After all these years, this bronze whistle can still be used? This is a magical item, right? Crane was both surprised by this, and pleased that he had indirectly proved that Mr. Azik had a certain connection with the Grim Reaper.

Glancing at Klein, Azik brought the brass whistle to his lips and set out for a demonstration.

He puffed out his cheeks and blew hard.

There was no sound in the room, but Crane instantly felt cold and cold.

He tapped his left tooth quickly, and saw that hazy white bones were thrown out of the floor next to him, forming a strange fountain.

A few seconds later, there was an illusory monster in the living room.

It was made of white bone, with black flames flashing in its eye sockets, and it was nearly four meters tall, looking down at Klein, who was less than seven or five meters tall.

Seeing that the other party was almost piercing the ceiling, Klein flashed a thought in a daze:

"Mr. Azik, is your 'messenger' too exaggerated?"

Azik didn't notice his thoughts at all, and smiled:

"After giving it the letter, blow the brass whistle again, and that will end the summons, and it will soon be able to deliver the letter to me, in a stealthy way. ”

With that, Azk flicked his wrist and threw the old bronze whistle at the opposite side.

Klein reached out with his right hand and grasped it accurately, only to feel cold but soft to the touch.

Thanks to the "Joker" potion...... He breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the whistle clean, and blew hard.

Silently, the giant messenger disintegrated into hazy white bones and burrowed into the floor.

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

The Tasok River runs through Beckland, leaving numerous marinas here.

Alger Wilson, dressed in the priest's robe of the Storm Church, slowly stepped off the liner.

He saw people coming and going on the docks, countless porters were sweating, and the scene was warm and noisy.

"Long time gone, Beckland. Alger muttered to himself.