Puff! Puff!

Klein's heart suddenly began to beat violently, it contracted into a ball, and then swelled violently, causing his body to tremble slightly.

For a moment, he almost forgot what he was going to do, what he had to do, until the figure of the infiltrator suddenly paused, tilting his ears slightly, as if hearing something change.

The "blood" fell back from his brain, and Crane regained his basic ability to think, and reached under the pillow to grasp the wooden handle of the revolver.

A hard, smooth touch came, and his mood quickly stabilized, and the movement soothed and silently drew the pistol and aimed it at the infiltrator's head.

To be honest, he wasn't sure if he would be able to hit the other side, and although he had been able to get on the target steadily, the concept of a moving person and a fixed target was a very different concept, and he was not arrogant enough to confuse the two.

However, he vaguely remembered a quote from his previous life, which roughly meant that the greatest power of a nuclear bomb existed only before it was launched.

In this environment at this time, the principle is the same, the best deterrent is before the bullet is fired!

If you don't pull the trigger and shoot blindly, the other party will not be sure that he is a rookie, and it is very likely that he will not hit him, he will be worried, he will be afraid, and he will think a lot, so that he will add restraints to himself!

In an instant, one thought after another came to mind, and Klein immediately made a decision, he was not the more critical and calm the person, but had long expected the scene of encountering the watchers, and had expected to intimidate rather than attack.

There is an idiom in the big foodie country, be prepared!

When Crane's gun was aimed at the intruder, the emaciated man froze, as if sensing something.

Immediately after, he heard a voice with a chuckle:

"Good evening, sir. ”

The thin man's hands were quietly clasped, his body seemed to be tense, Klein sat under the bunk bed, aimed his gun at his head, and said in as casual and natural a tone as possible:

"Raise your hands, turn around, try to slow down, and frankly, I'm a timid, nervous person, and if you're too fast, I'll be scared, and I can't guarantee that you won't miss a shot, yes, that's it. ”

The thin man turned his body a little with his hands half-raised beside his head, and the first thing that caught Klein's eyes was a neatly buttoned black tight, followed by two thick, sharp brown and yellow eyebrows.

Crane didn't see fear in his blue eyes, but instead had the feeling of being stared at by a vicious beast, as if he was not careful, he would be pounced on by the other party and torn to pieces.

His grip on the handle of the gun tightened, trying to keep his expression calm and calm.

It wasn't until the thin man was facing him completely that he raised his chin, pointed to the door, and said softly and gently:

"Sir, let's go out and talk, don't disturb other people's dreams, well, move slowly, move lightly, this is the most basic courtesy of a gentleman......"

The thin man's cold eyes rolled, glanced at Klein, and still half-raised his hands, walked to the door step by step.

Aiming at the revolver, he twisted the handle and slowly opened the door.

Just as the door was ajar, he squatted down and rolled forward, and the door closed again with a clatter, as if pulled by a strong wind.

"Uh-huh......" Benson, who was on the top bunk, was startled by the huge movement, dazed, and about to wake up.

At this moment, a melodious and serene melody came in from outside, and a low and soothing voice sang:

"Ah, the threat of fear, the crimson hope!

At least one thing is true: this life flies by.

One thing is true, and the rest is a lie,

After blooming once, the flower will pass away ......" (Note 1)

The poem seemed to have the power to relax and settle people, and Benson on the top bunk and Melissa in the middle fell asleep again in a daze.

Klein's body and mind were peaceful, and he almost yawned.

The skinny man's movements just now were so swift that he didn't have time to react.

Looking at the closed door, he smiled slightly, and said to himself:

"You may not believe it, but my shot is actually empty. ”

Beware of empty bullets fired by mistake!

Next, Crane listened to the midnight psalm and waited patiently for the battle outside to end.

But in a minute, the melody of the tranquility of the moonlit lake ceased, and the darkness of the night returned to its deepest silence.

Crane silently slides the wheel, moving the empty displacement out of the way, waiting for the results to be presented.

The wait was ten minutes, and just as he was nervous and hesitant to go out to investigate, the calm and gentle voice of Dunn Smith finally came from the door:

"Solved. ”

Whew, Klein exhaled, picked up the revolver, took the key, and cautiously approached the door barefoot, and opened the door silently, where he saw Dunn Smith in a knee-high black trench coat, a safe top hat, and dark gray eyes standing opposite.

Closing the door with his backhand, he followed Dunn to the end of the hallway, where he stood in the faint crimson moonlight.

Wasted some time in his dreams. Dunn looked out the window at the red moon and said in a calm tone.

"Know where he's coming from?" Klein relaxed.

Dunn nodded slightly:

"An ancient organization called the 'Esoteric Society', they were founded in the Quaternary Age, related to the Solomon Empire, and some of the fallen nobles at that time, oh, the notes of the Antigonus family came from them, because of the negligence of one member, they entered the antiquities market, and were obtained by Welch, and they had to send people everywhere to pursue them. ”

Without waiting for Klein to ask, he paused and said:

"We'll follow the clues and catch some of their members in reverse, well, it may not end too well, these guys are as good at hiding as rats in the sewers, but at least they will understand that the notes of the Antigonus family are likely to have been obtained by us, or have the key clues, so that as long as it is not a very critical and very important item, they will completely abandon this operation, this is their philosophy of survival. ”

“...... What if notes are critical, important?" Klein asked worriedly.

Dunn smiled and didn't answer, but said:

"We know very little about the 'Esoteric Order', and this success is thanks to your ingenuity, which is your share of the credit, and considering the possible and hidden dangers, as well as the help in finding notes after your inspiration has increased, you have a chance to choose. ”

"A chance to choose?" Klein vaguely guessed something, and his breathing subconsciously became heavier.

Dunn restrained his smile and said with a solemn and serious expression:

"Do you want to be an extraordinary? You can only pick and choose the starting extraordinary. ”

"Of course, you can also pass up this opportunity and choose to accumulate merit until it is enough for you to become the 'Sleepless', that is, the beginning of the Goddess's own Night Guard, the beginning of the complete sequence mastered by the Church. ”

Really...... Klein was overjoyed, and did not hesitate for the time being, and took the initiative to ask:

"So which 'Sequence 9' can I pick from?"

You have to have detailed information to determine whether to give up, or accept, and which one to choose!

Dunn turned his body, draped in a spilled crimson "light veil", looked into Klein's eyes, and said slowly:

"In addition to the Sleepless, the church also has three potion recipes for 'Sequence 9', one is called 'Voyeur', which is the ability that old Neil has mastered, heh, Rosanne should have mentioned it to you, she always can't control her mouth. ”

Klein smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to answer, but luckily Dunn didn't care, and continued:

"The recipe for our 'Voyeurs' potion and the unconnected parts were obtained from the 'Morse Ascetics', at that time, they were said to have not yet fallen, they still adhered to morality and precepts, they insisted on the pursuit of knowledge, and strictly kept secrets, and all those who joined the Society, after becoming the 'Voyeurs', were to abstain from silence for five years, and learn to be silent in order to practice and improve concentration, and the 'Voyeurs' motto 'Do whatever you want, but do no harm' came from them. ”

"The 'Voyeurs' have a comprehensive but preliminary understanding and mastery of mystical knowledge such as magic, witchcraft, and astrology, and know a lot of ritual magic, but it is easy to perceive certain existence hidden behind things, and must be cautious and full of awe of extraordinary powers. ”

"We lack a large part of this sequence, so that it is fragmented and strung together, for example, its sequence 8, of course, maybe the 'Templar' has. ”

This fits almost everything I wanted...... Klein nodded slightly, with the urge to choose.

Fortunately, he remembered something else:

"What about the other two?"

"The second type is called 'corpse collector', many people in the Southern Continent who worship the god of death cultists choose it, after taking this potion, it will be mistaken for the same kind by the unintelligent undead and avoid attack, it can endure the erosion of cold, decay and death breath, can directly see some evil spirits, understand the characteristics and weaknesses of many undead creatures, and obtain some physical improvements, we have its follow-up sequence 8 and sequence 7, hehe, its sequence 7 you should be able to guess, 'psychic'! This is Dai Li's original choice. Dunn described it in some detail.

"Psychic" does look mysterious and cool, however, what I want most is to master the occult...... Klein didn't interject, listening quietly.

Dunn Smith glanced sideways at Crimson Moonlight and said:

"The third one we only have Sequence 9, whether the 'Templar' is hiding anything else, I don't know, it's called 'The Fortune Teller'. ”

Crane's pupils shrank, and he thought of the regret that Russell the Great had left in his diary:

He regretted that he had not chosen between apprentices, thieves, and soothsayers!

Note 1: Adapted from Edward Fitzgerald's Rubaix.