Chapter 150: The Discovery of Azik
At 2 Daffodil Street, Crane nodded to Azik, walked quickly to the front of the house, took out the key and opened the door.
Melissa, who had already returned home, heard the sound of the lock cylinder turning, and hurriedly approached the living room from the kitchen position.
Seeing Klein, her eyes brightened and she spoke:
"I bought good food, chicken, potatoes, onions, meat fish, turnips and peas, and I also bought a small jar of honey. β
Sister, are you also used to the occasional little "luxury"? Klein chuckled and said:
"I've got you to prepare dinner today, don't think about my part, I have something to go out about, maybe I'll have to come back in the early morning, well, do the Azik faculty a favor, the faculty member of the history department at Hoy University. β
As he spoke, he half-turned and pointed to the carriage waiting outside the door.
Melissa's lips opened and closed twice, and then she pursed again:
"Okay. β
Crane said goodbye to his sister, walked out the door, got into the taxi wagon hired by Azik, and arrived in the small town of Lamb in two hours and forty minutes.
It was nearly nine o'clock, and it was completely dark, except for the crimson moon and trivial stars that occasionally pierced through the clouds to illuminate the places where there were no gas street lights.
After instructing the coachman to wait in the town, Crane led Azik on the road to the abandoned castle.
As he walked, he found that Azik was getting faster and faster, so that he had to trot to keep up, and in the end, he even became Azik leading the way.
Klein wanted to say something, but when he saw the other man's silent face and pursed lips, he wisely swallowed the words back into his throat.
At such a speed, it didn't take long for the two of them to come to the front of the abandoned castle.
Almost in ruins, it stretched out in the thick darkness, spiring out of the sky, desolate, wild, gloomy, bleak.
Azik slowed down as he stared at the old abandoned castle.
He stopped there, his gaze sometimes deep and sometimes misty, as if he had been wandering between dream and reality.
Suddenly, he snorted in pain and raised his hand to pinch his forehead, the muscles of his face twisted to hideous.
"Mr. Azik, you, what's wrong with you?" Klein asked cautiously as he activated his vision.
As early as the return of Daffodil Street in a horse-drawn carriage, he made a quick divination in a covert manner by playing with coins, predicting that the return to Ramder would hardly be dangerous.
But he believes that divination is not omnipotent, and is always on guard against his own misinterpretation, or the organization of divination sentences, plus Instructor Azik is a strong man with a strong mystery, no one knows what happened to him in the past, and he does not know how he will react once he encounters a stimulus, so caution, vigilance and worry have become Klein's normal emotions.
Azik did not answer immediately, took two steps forward with a painful expression, let go of the hand that was pinching his forehead, pointed ahead, and said in a dreamy tone:
"I saw this castle in my dreams. β
"At that time, it was still very intact, with a solid faΓ§ade and a towering spire. β
"I remember there were stables, there were wells, there were barracks for soldiers, a field was carved out for growing potatoes and sweet potatoes......"
"I remember there was a driving range, and my child, he was a boy, and when he was only seven or eight years old, he liked to run around dragging a broadsword that was taller than him, and he said that he would become a knight in the future......"
"My wife always complains that the castle is too dark, she likes the sun and the feeling of warmth......"
......
Crane, who was examining the color of the other party's aura, heard his scalp tingling, but he was slightly moved, as if he was experiencing a supernatural story himself.
This ancient castle is indeed related to Mr. Azik...... Could he really be the first Baron Ramder, a transcendent creature who lived for 1,300 or 400 years? Was he a human or an evil spirit? No, how could there be an evil spirit running around in the sun and having contact with the night watchman...... Crane couldn't control his thoughts, allowing them to collide with each other and inspire more ideas.
Just then, Azik stopped babbling and strode through the door.
He made his way inside, and without Klein's guidance, he expertly found the mechanism and opened the secret door to the basement.
Grasping his cane tightly, Crane was two steps behind the other and descended the stairs back to where the coffin had been placed.
Unlike what had been seen before, the lid of the coffin had been closed, and the feeling of warmth and purity had dissipated.
The coffin was covered...... It should have been done by Frye, which is the work ethic of the "corpse collector...... Crane nodded thoughtfully, and watched the confused Azk instructor walk to the coffin.
Azik reached for the lid of the coffin, pushing a slit in it.
He stared at the headless white bones inside for a long time, and suddenly let out a wail of sorrow and pain.
Kicking and kicking, Azk stepped back with heavy footsteps, staggering and falling before Crane could react, sliding against the wall.
He covered his face with his palms and sat like that, his surroundings darkening in a trance.
Klein took two steps forward, and was about to reach out, but he retracted and didn't dare to disturb.
It was then that his inspiration told him that Mr. Azik was terrible now, so terrible that the basement had become cold again.
Crane silently moved his footsteps closer to the stairs.
He believed in Mr. Azik's character, but was afraid that the other party would get out of control.
In this uneasiness, he waited for a few minutes, and finally saw Azik put down his hands and slowly stood up.
Mr. Azik seems to have changed a bit...... This is the answer that inspiration gave me...... But in his vision, the color of his aura did not change significantly, and his mood was as low, lost, and painful as before...... Klein made a quick judgment, feeling that the Azk instructor had become deeper and more majestic.
"I remember a few things, but only a small part. Azik said in an emotionless tone.
Immediately afterward, he looked around and said:
"I'm sensing here the power that makes your fate unmatched. β
"Huh?" Klein was stunned for a moment, then asked in surprise, "Can you trace its origin?"
The man behind the Red Chimney house, in addition to secretly creating coincidences, also came to the Lamb Castle and took the head of the knight in black armor?
What exactly does he want to do? What is his real purpose?
"It's been too long, but I'd like to give it a try. Azik's deep voice seemed to contain a volcano that was about to erupt.
"How?" Klein asked curiously.
Azik walked back to the coffin and stared at the white bones inside:
"He took my child's skull, and I want to find him with the help of blood ties. β
Are you kid?Mr. Azik, are you sure that black-armored knight is your child? Are you really an antique...... Do you really lose your memory every once in a while? And that's the price of a long life? Crane inhaled to himself, having the illusion of being in contact with mythical creatures.
At this time, Azik stretched out his right hand and slashed his index finger with a suddenly sharp thumb nail.
A drop of red blood fell, staining the bones accurately.
It quickly soaked in, instantly turning the entire skeleton blood-red.
Wow, wow, wow! Crane suddenly heard the baby's cry and felt that someone was staring at him behind him.
He jerked out his revolver, pointed backwards, and then turned slowly, but as far as the eye could see, it was empty, and nothing existed.
Even the staircase to the ground doesn't exist anymore!
Wow!Wow~!
The baby's cry entered Klein's ears, and he looked at the coffin again, and was stunned to see that there were faces, invisible or distorted, mixed with black mist, rising and turning into a strange door.
Squeak!
The illusory door opened, and pale arms scrambled out, but in front of Azk, they all steamed into black mist.
Through the crack in the door, Crane saw a white skull, haphazardly discarded under a dark brown tree, rotting into powder in the wind.
Bang dang!
Countless pale arms were snapped off by the abruptly closed door and fell to the ground one after another.
At this moment, Crane heard a long sigh, a sigh from Mr. Azik, piercing through the thick historical sigh.
With this sigh, the black mist disappeared abruptly, the baby's crying came to an abrupt end, and everything returned to its original state, only a lot colder.
Crane gritted his teeth, shivered, and looked into the coffin, only to see that the crimson bones had turned back to white, crystal white.
"I'm sorry I didn't find him......" Azik said in a low voice, with his back to Klein.
At the same time, he reached out and closed the lid of the coffin.
"I didn't find it normal, but it was a surprise to find it. Klein relieved the other party.
I've been disappointed many times in this matter anyway...... He silently added in his heart.
Azk looked at the coffin in front of him again, turned around slowly, and said:
"I'll keep looking for it, and I hope to get your help. β
"No problem, that's exactly what I want to do. Crane resisted the urge to tell Azik about the Red Chimney now.
Because it's useless to say it, he can only confirm the goal by himself.
However, it also solved one of his major problems, that is, how to bring in the night watchman after finding the red chimney house - he simply did not believe that he could take out such a mysterious and terrible person by himself.
And now, he can enlist Mr. Azik's help!
Azik opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything, just sighed and walked silently to the stairs.
Out of the basement, closing the secret door, the two walked along the weedy and thorny path, without saying a word, to the abandoned castle.
In the thick darkness of the night, Azik suddenly spoke:
"When this matter is settled, I will resign and leave Tingen to pursue my lost past. β
"Mr. Azik, do you understand what happened to you?" asked Crane, curious.