Chapter 217: No One Can Be Unlucky

City of Generosity, Byam, Marina District, 48 Sour Lemon Street, 'Blue Winds' Hostel.

Outside there is rain and storms, but inside the luxurious suites are warm fireplaces and the environment is peaceful.

Dressed in a girly yellow cake dress with chestnut waist-length hair, a tall lady stands quietly by the window. She stared out the window at the rainstorm, as if admiring the unexpected rain.

Her eyes were blue and deep, as if they had condensed an ocean, and they were as mesmerizing as gemstones.

But if anyone looked at the lady from the window, they would find that her jewel-like eyes were now very empty.

It makes people feel that she is not a real person, but a delicate-looking doll.

But if you look closely, you will find that the lady's chest rises and falls violently, and her body instinctively resists!

Her chest was extremely dull, and her breathing was rapid and sluggish. At this moment, it was as if she had dived to the bottom of the sea, and she was being squeezed by the heavy current from all directions.

Crash!

Faintly, she heard the sound of the rushing tide, and saw the illusory cascading waves around her, as if a boundless, bottomless blue ocean had been generated.

She had escaped from the bottom of the sea and came to the surface of the sea, calm and calm.

The lady's eyes shrank suddenly, and the whole person instantly woke up as if she had returned to her soul. She staggered back two steps almost subconsciously, as if she had been greatly frightened, her pretty face turned pale, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

It took her a while to return to normal, and she whispered with complicated eyes:

"Thank you."

The small puppet sitting on the bookshelf stared at the lady below, and said softly:

"Bernadette, have you ever heard of this name before?"

"I ......"

The lady with chestnut waist-length hair still seemed to have palpitations, and subconsciously looked out the window as if her heart was weak. Outside the window, the rain was raging, and there were few pedestrians on the street.

After a long time, she shook her head lightly and said in a low voice:

"I've never heard of the name and I've never known the knowledge...... There is such a being in Lemburg. ”

"Really?"

The puppet girl stared at her, and after a long time withdrew her gaze, and whispered:

"Krana, the witch of Izaris, she's here?"

Bernadette's head was lowered, her straight eyebrows trembling slightly, her instinctive fear still in her mind. Her divinity, her spirituality, trembled with fear, the surging divinity was like a storm, and the spirituality was like a tidal wave that turned the otherwise calm sea into a violent hell. It seems to tear her, the master, to shreds and turn into a crazy monster!

——

In the luxurious suite next door, Klein, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes.

He tried his best to suppress his expression and make himself as calm as possible. But his spirituality was extremely manic, his body inevitably trembled slightly, and his eyes revealed an unconcealable fear.

He's scared.

Fear caused Crane to get up from his bed and rush into the room's bathroom.

Without hesitation, he immediately took four steps backwards and entered the gray mist. In that mysterious space, a majestic ancient palace stands quietly.

He sat at the top of the long mottled table, sat in the 'fool's seat', and looked around.

The gray mist is boundless, the crimson is quiet, and the palace stands unchanged for eternity. Everything here seemed to come to a standstill, but it brought Klein a sense of security that he had never felt before, and his worried heart finally calmed down, and his manic spirit was soothed.

Crane stared at the mottled table in front of him, breathing heavily. When he heard that name, he didn't even have the courage to think, forcibly restraining his every thought, letting his brain completely empty without any distractions.

It's not because of focus, it's because of fear.

Only by returning to this seemingly eternal gray fog can his mind be liberated.

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Klein's mouth, and he laughed at himself:

"I almost died this time......"

He secretly swore in his heart that next time, he would never be so reckless next time, otherwise he would die sooner or later and he didn't know how to die!

And now, what he needs is to think.

Krana.

The name belonged to Edwina's teacher, a high-order being of the Church of God of Knowledge and Wisdom. Klein didn't want to think about who the name belonged to, nor did he want to think about where the other party was in the sequence, and he didn't want to explore the identity of the other party...... Although he is already doing it......

"Chaos Witch, Clarna......"

Crane rubbed his temples, his thoughts confused.

And he is trying to unravel this mess of thoughts one by one, so that he can sort it all out.

In the world of Dark Souls:

In ancient times, the world was not yet divided and shrouded in fog. Grey rocks, towering trees, and immortal dragons are everywhere.

Then, one day, the initial fire was lit. With the rise of fire, the world began to show differences.

Hot and cold, life and death, light and darkness.

Then, there were several species born from the darkness, attracted by the fire, and found the king's soul around the fire:

The original dead Nit, the witch of Izaris, Gwen and his knights, the Lord of the Sun, and the tiny humans unknown to the unknown.

After gaining the power of the king, they challenged the ancient dragon.

In the Age of Chaos' War of the Immortal Dragons, Gwen's thunder pierced through rock-like scales, the witch's flames formed a storm, and the nits unleashed a miasma of death. And with the betrayal of the scaleless white dragon Hiss, the ancient dragon was finally defeated, and the Age of Fire began.

After the end of the war against the Immortal Elder Dragon, Nite returned to his own tomb in the Giant's Tomb and slept with his royal soul.

Knowing that the flames would be extinguished, Gwen threw himself into the furnace of the Primordial Fire to spread the fire and continue the world, creating the Fire Transmission System, all of which originated with him.

And the witch of Izaris created the city of Izaris and lived here with her daughters.

When the first fire was about to die, after Gwen distributed most of his power to the Protoss, he took the most elite silver knight into the furnace without hesitation.

The witch tried in vain to create the first fire with the fire of chaos, but was accidentally swallowed by it and became the source of all demons - the hotbed of chaos.

The flames of chaos consumed the witch and her daughters, the former Izaris became the wasteland of chaos, the witch became a breeding ground for demons, and her children were almost all turned into terrible demons.

Of the old witch's many children, Clarna was the only one who escaped.

But she escaped the fire of chaos, but not the years of endless time.

In the end, in the world of "Souls 3", she died in front of her sister White Spider......

"But it's clear that the 'plot' is not set in stone."

Crane took a deep breath, spending a lot of time trying to clear his messy thoughts one by one. But it's not useless, at least it allows him to get more information from the perspective of an onlooker, and to draw the right conclusions:

"The 'refuge' of the Black Soul World, the world of paintings, known as the 'Primordial World', once descended into this world. And now there is Clarna, who also happens to know the 'legend' of the fire, which is by no means explained by a simple coincidence! ”

"I'm almost certain that Adevina's Clarna is the Chaos Witch Clarna of Dark Souls!"

"Evidence 1: Clarna is a good teacher, and as her apprentice, Edwina is also a good teacher."

"Evidence 2: Krana of the Church of Knowledge and Krana of Dark Souls never appear in the same frame."

"Well, the argument is still that Cheng Kun!"

"Clarna left the Vault and joined the Church of Knowledge, perhaps because the people of the Vault are not of the same mind and may have different factions within it. This is also understandable, the Protoss, the Witch and the Undead...... There are already many contradictions between different races, and even in the same world, they will not be a family that loves each other......"

"The fact that the 'primordial world' is in the hands of the Night Church at least shows that most of the 'survivors' support the Night Goddess. But Clarna chose to join the Church of Knowledge, and even the founding of this church was a credit to her......"

"And in addition, there is Patch who does not love Patchy who does not love Grandma and Uncle does not love...... Well, Clarna must have left the 'primordial world' on her own initiative, but Patch must have been kicked out! ”

"But now that Clarna is still alive, the White Spider and Red Spider Cragg should be fine. Since Clarna chose to join the Knowledge Church, the witches who are her sisters will obviously follow her to make the same choice, and there is a high probability that they will be deeply involved with the Knowledge Church. This...... Why don't the Church of Knowledge simply change its name to the Witch Church? ”

Klein complained bitterly, and this did have a certain effect, at least to make him no longer as frightened and helpless as he was at the beginning.

"Wait, Cragg?"

Klein suddenly changed color slightly, and his expression became a little subtle.

While in Tingen, he learned from Frye a recipe called 'Kragg's Oil', which helps to combat rotten and other foul smells, and has a refreshing effect.

While at Beckland, he also joined a cragg club......

Although he knew that the two were most likely a real coincidence, he still couldn't help but wonder if the two would be related. For example, could the Kragg Club be founded by the Church of Knowledge in order to win over the middle class of the Kingdom of Rune.

"The grass and trees are all soldiers, and they belong to the ......"

Klein kept rubbing his temples, his mind still a little messy, but he knew it was almost there. No matter how much he thought about it, he wouldn't have come up with any useful information, not to mention that Edvina was still waiting for him in his dreams, and he couldn't stay on the gray mist for too long.

Crane looked around, and there was still a silence above the gray fog, as if it had remained unchanged for eternity.

This somewhat reassured him, and he wrapped himself in spirituality, falling into the gray mist, into the material world.

Crane washed his hands, looked at himself in the mirror, took a deep breath, turned to leave the bathroom, and reached out and pulled out a silver charm:

Dream Spell!

Click!

Crane walked out of the room and unscrewed the door to Daniz's room.

'Lieutenant General of the Iceberg' Edvina stood quietly in front of the window, gazing at the crimson moon hanging high in the sky.

Even if it's not dark yet, even if the rainstorm in Byam is like a stop.

But this is a dream, and everything is normal in the dream.

Klein asked in a deep voice:

"Where can I find mermaids?"

There was a slight surprise in Adewina's eyes, as if she didn't expect him to recover so quickly. But she didn't dwell too much on the question, and after thinking for a while, she replied:

"A ...... of a week east of the Gargas Islands"

"What else?" Crane interrupted her.

Adevina looked at Klein calmly, didn't mind, and said softly:

"Most mermaids are followers of the Goddess of the Night and are blessed by the Church of the Night. The Church of Serenity, the headquarters of the Church of the Goddess of the Night, and the Church of Dormition on the island of Dinos, are home to mermaids......"

"The Church of the Night?"

Klein had a headache.

The Hanged Man had revealed this to him, saying that the Goddess of the Night seemed to be breeding mermaids, but Adevina clearly knew more about it. The Templar doesn't have to think about it, Klein didn't have the courage to go to the Templar to steal the mermaid, isn't that self-defeating?

Moreover, Crane didn't really understand how the Sanctuary in Wintershire, located in the Amanda Mountains, raised mermaids......

What?

Extraordinary abilities, you say?

That's fine.

Dianos Island could have given it a try, but after all, it would have something to do with the Night Church, and he might be able to say hello to Ember in advance. With Ember's connections in the Night Church, it shouldn't be difficult to help him with this.

It's just that this will inevitably owe Ember a favor again, but the problem is that Ember doesn't seem to need his favor much. Once he owes too much, Klein is really afraid that he will be dragged to burn......

"What is he looking for a mermaid for?"

Daniz was a little strange, but quickly guessed the 'answer' -

Mermaids are very popular among nobles, and one can be sold for at least thousands of gold pounds.

And this crazy adventurer who only has a bounty in his eyes is looking for a mermaid, why else?

"So in the end, the only thing you can choose is the wild mermaids east of the Gargas Islands?"

Klein's heart was a little embarrassed, it was impossible to go to the Templar and throw himself into the net, but the Sleeping Church of Dinos could try. But since it is blessed by the Church of the Night, there may be an archbishop in the Church of Denos, and it is not easy.

He resisted the urge to sigh, looked at the 'Lieutenant General of the Iceberg' Edwina, and said flatly:

"One last question."

When the beautiful lady and 'Jieyang' Daniz turned all their attention, he grinned a little:

"Are you interested in working together?"

"What cooperation?" Adevina asked rhetorically.

The smile on Klein's face grew stronger and stronger, almost like crazy:

"Hunt, Blood Admiral."

People can't be unlucky all the time, and they can't be unlucky alone!

The corners of Daniz's mouth twitched slightly, obviously he was still asking the mermaid one second, but the next second he asked if he wanted to hunt the blood admiral together.

You're really a talent, should you say it's Gelman Sparrow?

But that's right, after all, the 'blood general' with a bounty of 42,000 is worth more than the mermaid!