When he saw Leonard Mitchell, Klein's back muscles instantly became stiff, and his spirit was tense as if the bowstring had been stretched to the limit, and it could break at any time.

He remembered very well that the poet's fellow poet had in his body an angel of the "thief" path, Parles Zoroaster, who could perceive his own specialness and peek through the disguise!

If the old man told Leonard about the problem with the caretaker in front of him, it would be a big trouble, and he could only hope that the poet's classmates were afraid that his secret would be exposed, so he pinched his nose and pretended not to know...... When he was in Tingen, although he always said that everyone has their own secrets and should not be so concerned, but it was not directly aimed at the church, and who knows if he would suddenly have a sense of justice and decide to be faithful to his duty and take the risk of exposing it, after all, this is very similar to the case of Ince Zangwill...... At this moment, Crane's forehead almost broke out in a cold sweat.

Frankly, he didn't expect to run into Leonard on his way to Chanis Gate, because he was already a "red glove", not an ordinary "night watchman", and he didn't have to take shifts anymore, and this point shouldn't be underground.

However, Klein immediately thought of a key point.

That is, it is Parles Zoroasd who can perceive his own specialness, not Leonard Mitchell, and the attitude of the former is more important!

This old man knows that I know of His existence, and if He pierces my disguise and puts me in danger, he must be prepared to be exposed by me, and when the time comes, it will definitely hurt each other, and no one will benefit, and for an angel who is a "thief" and does not believe in the Goddess, it is completely unnecessary...... If I were Him, I would just pretend that nothing had happened, not alert Leonard Mitchell, and not put my own safety in the whims of the host...... Crane quickly cleared his composure and walked over to the red-gloved Leonard Mitchell.

Leonard glanced at the thinning and frosty inner caretaker opposite, and couldn't help but raise his right hand, half-cover his mouth, and yawn.

Is this a standard "sleepless" who doesn't sleep at night, has nothing to do, and goes to the guard room to find someone to play cards...... Klein roughly understood why the poet classmate who was the "Red Glove" was here.

Recalling the reaction of the inner watchmen to the "night watchmen" in Tingen, he silently bowed his head to Leonard and tapped his right index and middle fingers clockwise four times on his chest, as if drawing a full moon.

Leonard responded with the same motion, without imperticating a moment, stepping over the inner caretaker with a loose skin and a larger nose, and straight ahead.

Crane exhaled silently, maintained his cadence and stride length, and walked all the way to his destination.

The iron-black door was heavy and cold, inscribed with seven holy emblems, and nothing seemed to be able to shake it.

Crane turned to his side, took two diagonal steps, knocked on the door of the guard's room, and opened the Chanis door in the presence of the night watchman on shift.

The deep darkness inside suddenly surged, and even the silver candles with carved patterns burned silently, but it could not dispel the feeling, and the faint blue flame only deepened the taste of dead silence.

At the same time, Crane felt that there were invisible things in the darkness scraping through his skin, penetrating deep into his body, passing through the boundary between reality and illusion, and connecting with the "resentful spirit" Seigno.

Suddenly, he saw the thin black lines that filled the entire back of the Chanis Gate, swaying gently, hugging or stretching, as if some lady was stretching her hair, or some strange creature waving its tentacles.

With an indifferent expression, Crane stepped forward and entered the Sealed Land, then turned around and pushed the Chanis Gate to close.

At this time, the outside world seems to be completely isolated, and the inside is so quiet that it is like the land of the dead, which makes people involuntarily associate it with it, and involuntarily feel fear, which reminds Klein of when he was a child, even if he didn't listen to ghost stories, he would occasionally lie on his own small bed, open his eyes and stare into the darkness, and dare not sleep.

No wonder the goddess has the title of "Queen of Fears...... Crane cast his gaze to the side, lifted the lantern in the corner, and expertly lit it.

The dim light poured out, dyed a little blue.

Dressed in black clerical robes, Crane did not rush into the ground and go to the second level to look for the notes of the Antigonus family, but stayed behind the door and waited patiently.

He was in case the "night watchman" needed something urgently, but he couldn't take it out at night, so he had to wait for dawn.

In his experience, the first five minutes after the internal caretaker enters the Chanis Gate are one of the most disturbing periods, and as long as they can pass smoothly and as long as there are no other accidents in between, the normal collection of materials will wait until about 8 o'clock, which is the standard working time for "night watchmen" and civilian staff.

In other words, once Klein survives the first five minutes, he will basically not be disturbed by the "night watchman" for nearly two hours in the future, of course, the actual action time will not be so generous, the church of the Dark Night Church will open at 8 o'clock, and the servants will get up at least 1 to 1 and a half hours in advance, and after 6:30, other servants may find that their companions are missing at any time!

As the minutes ticked by, Klein's heart beat uncontrollably faster, and he felt that these five minutes were so tormenting.

Finally, after silently counting, he set his eyes on the stone staircase in the depths of darkness, which was the passage to the second floor.

At this moment, no one here can restrain him!

At this point, Klein feels like he has overcome 70% of the difficulties, and the remaining 30% is mainly how to leave after the success.

Of course, there is always a certain probability that all kinds of accidents will happen, and Crane was not careless, carrying the lantern, and walked step by step to the stone steps.

For other extraordinary, the first layer behind the Chanis Gate is actually more attractive than the seal, where all kinds of extraordinary materials, potion recipes and secret knowledge are stored, and even the arrested cultists, wild extraordinaires, whether the infiltrator wants to make a fortune and promotion, or rescue his companions, just need to be active here, it is enough.

But Crane must go deeper, to the place where the dangerous items are sealed.

As he passed by several locked stone chambers, he clearly felt that there were people inside, but they did not make noise, did not roar, did not beg for mercy, did not call for help, they all lay or sit quietly, and their breath had become cold.

The light of the lantern flickered, illuminating the steps that descended down the stairs, and Crane withdrew his attention and calmly walked deeper into the ground.

He didn't run, afraid of causing an overreaction from the Seal Core.

The darkness is getting thicker and thicker, and the faint blue light on the elegant candelabra on both sides is getting fainter and fainter, giving the illusion that it is about to be extinguished, and when the time comes, the pure darkness may bring unimaginable and terrifying changes. Crane endured this instinctive fear, and finally walked up the stairs to the second level underground.

With the Spirit's night vision, Crane noticed that the strange walls of steel, masonry, earth, and silver were carved out of steel, masonry, earth, and silver, separating one area after another, some open in places, some in closed rooms, each with a seal.

Carrying the lantern and turning left, Crane's eyes lit up, and he saw the flames blazing, and the bright red black coal and charcoal.

The area was semi-open, with a bathtub-shaped object made of steel, hollowed out underneath, filled with anthracite, charcoal, and various combustibles.

They burned, gurgling from the steel bathtub, and water vapor poured out of the ceiling, condensing into droplets, raining down.

An item that needs to be submerged in hot water to be sealed...... And the internal caretaker must regularly add charcoal coal in case the flame goes out...... Well, if there is a seal that can constantly emit high temperature, it can be combined to make the seal simple...... Crane glanced at the steel bathtub and leaned over to avoid disrupting his plans by accident, and used his tools to add some of the coal that had been piled outside to the fire.

When he looked up, the corner of his eye swept over the corner of his eye, and he saw silver metal objects under the hot water in the steel bathtub.

Combined, they appear to be a heavy full-body armor, with dark red blood stains and splattered red dots in parts that cannot be washed.

“1—42”...... Blood of the Old Gods...... It has been stored in the parish of Beckland for a long time...... Klein saw this seal, and the corresponding information suddenly appeared in his mind.

Just as he was about to withdraw his gaze, he saw the quaint silver helmet.

The helmet's visor had been pulled down, making it look dark inside, and at this moment, Crane only felt that there was a gaze coming through it, casting it on him.

He shuddered violently and took two steps back, his heart beating fast and wildly.

Not daring to look any further, Crane calmed down, looked ahead, and walked calmly out of the area.

After passing through a few closed places, he felt a sudden inspiration, only to feel that something was calling him somewhere on his right, and it made a pop and pop sound like his heart expanding and contracting!

Sure enough, the Antigonus family notebook had been waiting for me...... Crane calmly confirmed his previous judgment, followed the call of nothingness, changed direction, and approached all the way.

In two or three minutes, he saw a room with a stone door ajar, and it was dark and deep, without any light.

As the lantern illuminated, an empty bookshelf made of bones came into Klein's eye, on which lay an ancient notebook with a hard, pitch-black cover.

That Antigonus family notebook!

"Hornachis...... Fregra ...... Hornachis ...... Fregela ...... "The illusory voice drilled into Klein's ears, making him sure he had found his goal!"

Things went well, but Crane didn't dare to be a little careless and reckless, and cautiously entered the room, slowly approaching it, afraid that the measures taken to seal the notes of the Antigonus family would cause harm to him.

So, when the distance was closer, a hand suddenly stretched out between his chest and abdomen, and the sleeve was a dark red hand!

This is the hand of the "resentful spirit" Seigno.

One of the rules of the "Secret Puppet Master", if you can use the "Secret Puppet", try to use the "Secret Puppet" as much as possible, if something really goes wrong, the "Secret Puppet" will bear it!

At this moment, a "pop" sound suddenly sounded at the door of the room, as if someone had come over!

Klein's pupils dilated, and without thinking about it, he pounced on the white bone bookshelf, so that the hand of the "secret couple" in his chest and abdomen could grab the notes of the Antigonus family as soon as possible, and at the same time, his right palm poked into his coat pocket, and he was about to open the iron cigarette case, put on the "wriggling hunger", and teleport away directly before the seal core could react!

In the process, the scene at the door naturally appeared in his mind:

A figure wearing a hood and a classical robe stood there, with a beautiful but expressionless face, dark eyes but lacking spirituality!

The church leader who directly erased Mr. A and stopped the Beckland smog? How could she hide underground? This is not logical! As soon as the horror in Klein's heart sprung up, he instinctively looked down at his body.

His body was like a pencil drawing patronized by an eraser, quickly erased, and disappeared before he could touch the Antigonus family notes.

PS: Ask for a monthly pass recommendation ticket on Monday.,By the way, thank Mr. Y for giving the real creator a birthday.。。