When seeing Leonard Mitchell, Klein's waist and back muscles instantly became stiff, and his spirit was so tense that he seemed to have opened the bow string to his limit, which could break at any time.
He remembered clearly that there was an angel of the thief's path in his classmate's body, Palessoloasde, who could sense his own specialness and thus see through the disguise!
If the old man told Leonard about the problem with the guardian in front of him, it would be a big trouble. He could only hope that the poet's classmates were afraid of their secrets being exposed, and pinched their noses and pretended not to know... When he was in Tingen, although he always said that everyone had their own secrets and didn't care so much, it was all a situation that was not directly targeted at the church. Who knew if he would suddenly burst out with a sense of justice, decided to be loyal to his duties, and take risks to reveal it. After all, this was very similar to Incezangwell's incident... At this moment, Klein almost broke out in cold sweat on his forehead.
To be honest, he did not expect to meet Leonard when he was heading to Chanis Gate, because the other party was already a red glove, not an ordinary night watchman, so he didn't have to take shifts and this point shouldn't be underground.
However, Klein immediately thought of a key point.
That is, the one who can realize that you are special is Palessoloasde, not Leonard Mitchell, and the former's attitude is more important!
This old man knew that I knew His existence. Once He exposes my disguise and puts me in danger, he must be prepared to be exposed by me. At that time, he will definitely hurt each other and no one will benefit. For an angel who is a thief who does not believe in the goddess, this is completely unnecessary... If I were Him, I would only pretend that nothing had happened, not reminding Leonard Mitchell at all, and not placing his own safety in the thoughts of the host... Klein, who quickly sorted out his thoughts, recovered his calmness and walked over to Leonard Mitchell wearing red gloves.
Leonard looked at the sparse and frosty inner guardian opposite him with no concern, and couldn't help but raise his right hand, half-covered his mouth, and yawned.
Is this not sleeping at night and having nothing to do, so I went to the guard room to find someone to play cards?
What a standard sleepless Ah... Klein roughly understood why the poet's classmate in Red Gloves appeared here.
He recalled the reaction of those internal guards who encountered the night watchmen when they were in Tingen City. He nodded quietly to Leonard, and pointed clockwise around his chest with his index finger and middle finger, as if he had drawn a full moon.
Leonard responded with the same movement, without any noticeable passing through the inner guardian with loose skin and larger nose, and moving forward straight.
Klein breathed silently, maintaining the pace and stride just now, and walked all the way to his destination.
The iron-black door was heavy and cold, engraved with seven holy emblems, and nothing seemed to shake it.
Klein turned his body sideways, took two steps, knocked on the door of the guard room, and opened the Channis door under the witness of the night watchman on shifts.
The deep darkness inside suddenly surged. Even if there were silver candles carved with patterns burning quietly inside, it could not dispel this feeling. The dark blue flame deepened the silence and quiet smell.
At the same time, Klein felt that invisible things in the darkness were scraping through his skin, penetrated into his body, crossing the boundary between reality and illusion, and connected with the resentful soul Seniore.
Suddenly, he could not open his mind and see the black thin lines filling the entire Channis door. They swayed gently, either squatting or extending, as if a lady was stretching her hair, or some weird creature was waving her tentacles.
Klein stepped forward indifferently, entering the sealed land, then turned around and pushed the Channis door to close.
At this time, the voices from the outside seemed to be completely isolated, and the inner world was as quiet as the dead, which made people involuntarily associate and feel fear involuntarily. This made Klein remember that when he was a child, even if he had not heard of ghost stories, he would occasionally lie on his small bed, staring at the darkness with his eyes open and dare not sleep.
No wonder the goddess has the title of Queen of Fear... Klein turned his eyes to the side, lifted up the lantern placed in the corner, and skillfully lit it.
The dim light suddenly poured out, dyed a little dark blue.
Crane, dressed in a black clergy robe, did not rush to step into the ground and headed to the second floor to find notes from the Antigonus family, but stayed behind the door and waited patiently.
He is guarding. The night watcher is in urgent need of something, but because he cannot take it out at night, he can only wait for dawn.
According to his experience, the first five minutes after the internal guard enters the Channis Gate is one of the most easily disturbed periods. As long as you can pass it smoothly and as long as there is no other accident in the middle, the normal use of materials will be waited until around 8 o'clock, which is the standard working hours for night watchers and civilians.
In other words, once Klein survives the first five minutes, he will basically not be disturbed by the night watcher within nearly two hours. Of course, the actual operation time will not be so abundant. The church of the Night Church will open at 8 o'clock, and the servants will get up from at least one to one and a half hours in advance and be busy. After 6:30, other servants may find that their companions are missing at any time!
Time passed by minute by minute, and Klein's heartbeat accelerated a little uncontrollably, and he felt that these five minutes were so painful.
Finally, after silence, he turned his eyes to the stone steps in the depths of the darkness, which was the passage to the second floor.
At this moment, no one here can restrict him!
At this point, Klein felt that he had overcome 70% of the difficulties, and the remaining 30% were mainly about how to leave after he succeeded.
Of course, there is always a certain probability of various accidents happening. Klein was not careless and carried the lantern and walked towards the stone steps step by step.
For other extraordinary people, the first floor behind the Chanis Gate is actually more attractive than the seal. It stores various extraordinary materials, potion formulas and secret knowledge, and even imprisons arrested cultists and wild extraordinary people. Whether the intruders want to make a fortune or rescue their companions, they only need to move here, which is enough.
But Klein had to go deeper and go to places where the harmful items were sealed.
When passing by several locked stone chambers, he obviously felt someone inside, but they were not noisy, roaring, begging for mercy, and calling for help. They all lay or sit quietly, and their breath had become cold.
The light of the horse swayed, illuminating the steps downwards layer by layer. Klein took his attention back and walked calmly to the deeper underground.
He didn't run, afraid of causing an overreaction from the seal core.
The darkness is getting richer and richer, and the faint blue light on the elegant candlesticks on both sides is getting weaker and weaker, giving people a illusion that is about to be extinguished. At that time, pure darkness may bring unimaginable terrifying changes.
Klein endured this instinctive fear and finally walked through the steps and arrived at the second floor underground.
With the night vision ability of the resentful soul, Klein discovered that the place was made of steel, bricks, soil and silver to shape strange walls, separating one area after another. Some places were open, some rooms were closed, and each had a seal.
Holding the lantern, turning left, Klein's eyes lit up suddenly, and he saw the burning flames, and the bright red black coal and charcoal.
The area was semi-open, with a bathtub-shaped thing made of steel inside, hollowed down below, stuffed with anthracite, charcoal and various combustibles.
They kept burning, making a gurgling sound in the steel bathtub, allowing water vapor to spread out, gather on the ceiling, condense into droplets, falling like rain.
An item that needs to be submerged with hot water to seal... and the internal guardian must regularly add charcoal coal to prevent the flame from extinguishing... Well, if there is a seal that can continuously emit high temperatures, it can be combined to make the seal simple... Klein glanced at the steel bathtub, and with the idea of not disturbing his plan, he moved closer and used tools to add some of the coal piled outside to the fire.
When he raised his head, he swept through the corner of his eyes and saw silver metal products under the hot water in the steel bathtub.
Together, they appear to be a heavy full-body armor, with dark red blood that cannot be washed and splattered red dots in parts.
142…Ancient God’s Blood…It is now stored in Beckland Parish for a long time…Kline has seen this seal and immediately corresponding information emerged in his heart.
Just as he was about to withdraw his gaze, he saw the quaint silver helmet.
The face of the helmet had been pulled down, making it look dark inside. At this moment, Klein felt a look that was shining out and turned to himself.
He shivered suddenly, took two steps back quickly, his heart beating fast and messy.
Not daring to look at it anymore, Klein calmed down, turned his gaze forward, took steady steps, and left this area.
After passing through several closed places, his inspiration suddenly became touched. He felt something was summoning himself somewhere on his right hand, and his heart was swelling and contracting!
Sure enough, the Ben Antigonus family notes were waiting for me to come... Klein calmly confirmed his previous judgment, followed the call of nothingness, changed direction, and got all the way.
In just two or three minutes, he saw a room with a stone door half open, which was dark and deep, without any light.
As the lantern shone, an empty bookshelf composed of white bones caught Klein's eyes, with an ancient note with a hard and dark cover on it.
That Ben Antigonus family notes!
Hornages...Fregra...Honages...Fregra...The illusory voice penetrated Klein's ears, making him sure he had found his target!
Things went well, but Klein dared not be careless and reckless, entered the room carefully and slowly moved closer, fearing that the measures to seal the Antigenus family notes would cause harm to himself.
So, when the distance was closer, a hand suddenly stretched out between his chest and abdomen, with a dark red sleeve!
This is the hand of the resentful soul Seniore.
One of the rules of the Master Secret Puppet Master: Try to use the Secret Puppet if you can use the Secret Puppet. If there is really a problem, the Secret Puppet will bear it!
At this moment, a snap sound suddenly sounded at the door of the room, as if someone had come over!
Klein's pupils suddenly dilated, and he rushed to the white bone bookshelf without thinking, so that the secret puppet's hand between his chest and abdomen could grab the Antigonus family notes as soon as possible. At the same time, he stretched his right palm into his pocket, opened the iron cigarette box, put on the wriggling hunger, and teleported away directly before the seal core responded!
During this process, the scene at the door naturally appeared in his mind:
A figure wearing a hooded head and a classical robe stood there, with a beautiful face but an expressionless face, deep black eyes but lacking spirituality!
The church senior who directly erased Mr. A and suspended the Bakerland smog incident?
How could she hide underground?
This is illogical!
As soon as Klein felt horror emerged, he instinctively looked down at his body.
His body was like a pencil drawing patted by an eraser, and was quickly erased. He had completely disappeared before he could touch the notes of the Antigonus family.
He remembered clearly that there was an angel of the thief's path in his classmate's body, Palessoloasde, who could sense his own specialness and thus see through the disguise!
If the old man told Leonard about the problem with the guardian in front of him, it would be a big trouble. He could only hope that the poet's classmates were afraid of their secrets being exposed, and pinched their noses and pretended not to know... When he was in Tingen, although he always said that everyone had their own secrets and didn't care so much, it was all a situation that was not directly targeted at the church. Who knew if he would suddenly burst out with a sense of justice, decided to be loyal to his duties, and take risks to reveal it. After all, this was very similar to Incezangwell's incident... At this moment, Klein almost broke out in cold sweat on his forehead.
To be honest, he did not expect to meet Leonard when he was heading to Chanis Gate, because the other party was already a red glove, not an ordinary night watchman, so he didn't have to take shifts and this point shouldn't be underground.
However, Klein immediately thought of a key point.
That is, the one who can realize that you are special is Palessoloasde, not Leonard Mitchell, and the former's attitude is more important!
This old man knew that I knew His existence. Once He exposes my disguise and puts me in danger, he must be prepared to be exposed by me. At that time, he will definitely hurt each other and no one will benefit. For an angel who is a thief who does not believe in the goddess, this is completely unnecessary... If I were Him, I would only pretend that nothing had happened, not reminding Leonard Mitchell at all, and not placing his own safety in the thoughts of the host... Klein, who quickly sorted out his thoughts, recovered his calmness and walked over to Leonard Mitchell wearing red gloves.
Leonard looked at the sparse and frosty inner guardian opposite him with no concern, and couldn't help but raise his right hand, half-covered his mouth, and yawned.
Is this not sleeping at night and having nothing to do, so I went to the guard room to find someone to play cards?
What a standard sleepless Ah... Klein roughly understood why the poet's classmate in Red Gloves appeared here.
He recalled the reaction of those internal guards who encountered the night watchmen when they were in Tingen City. He nodded quietly to Leonard, and pointed clockwise around his chest with his index finger and middle finger, as if he had drawn a full moon.
Leonard responded with the same movement, without any noticeable passing through the inner guardian with loose skin and larger nose, and moving forward straight.
Klein breathed silently, maintaining the pace and stride just now, and walked all the way to his destination.
The iron-black door was heavy and cold, engraved with seven holy emblems, and nothing seemed to shake it.
Klein turned his body sideways, took two steps, knocked on the door of the guard room, and opened the Channis door under the witness of the night watchman on shifts.
The deep darkness inside suddenly surged. Even if there were silver candles carved with patterns burning quietly inside, it could not dispel this feeling. The dark blue flame deepened the silence and quiet smell.
At the same time, Klein felt that invisible things in the darkness were scraping through his skin, penetrated into his body, crossing the boundary between reality and illusion, and connected with the resentful soul Seniore.
Suddenly, he could not open his mind and see the black thin lines filling the entire Channis door. They swayed gently, either squatting or extending, as if a lady was stretching her hair, or some weird creature was waving her tentacles.
Klein stepped forward indifferently, entering the sealed land, then turned around and pushed the Channis door to close.
At this time, the voices from the outside seemed to be completely isolated, and the inner world was as quiet as the dead, which made people involuntarily associate and feel fear involuntarily. This made Klein remember that when he was a child, even if he had not heard of ghost stories, he would occasionally lie on his small bed, staring at the darkness with his eyes open and dare not sleep.
No wonder the goddess has the title of Queen of Fear... Klein turned his eyes to the side, lifted up the lantern placed in the corner, and skillfully lit it.
The dim light suddenly poured out, dyed a little dark blue.
Crane, dressed in a black clergy robe, did not rush to step into the ground and headed to the second floor to find notes from the Antigonus family, but stayed behind the door and waited patiently.
He is guarding. The night watcher is in urgent need of something, but because he cannot take it out at night, he can only wait for dawn.
According to his experience, the first five minutes after the internal guard enters the Channis Gate is one of the most easily disturbed periods. As long as you can pass it smoothly and as long as there is no other accident in the middle, the normal use of materials will be waited until around 8 o'clock, which is the standard working hours for night watchers and civilians.
In other words, once Klein survives the first five minutes, he will basically not be disturbed by the night watcher within nearly two hours. Of course, the actual operation time will not be so abundant. The church of the Night Church will open at 8 o'clock, and the servants will get up from at least one to one and a half hours in advance and be busy. After 6:30, other servants may find that their companions are missing at any time!
Time passed by minute by minute, and Klein's heartbeat accelerated a little uncontrollably, and he felt that these five minutes were so painful.
Finally, after silence, he turned his eyes to the stone steps in the depths of the darkness, which was the passage to the second floor.
At this moment, no one here can restrict him!
At this point, Klein felt that he had overcome 70% of the difficulties, and the remaining 30% were mainly about how to leave after he succeeded.
Of course, there is always a certain probability of various accidents happening. Klein was not careless and carried the lantern and walked towards the stone steps step by step.
For other extraordinary people, the first floor behind the Chanis Gate is actually more attractive than the seal. It stores various extraordinary materials, potion formulas and secret knowledge, and even imprisons arrested cultists and wild extraordinary people. Whether the intruders want to make a fortune or rescue their companions, they only need to move here, which is enough.
But Klein had to go deeper and go to places where the harmful items were sealed.
When passing by several locked stone chambers, he obviously felt someone inside, but they were not noisy, roaring, begging for mercy, and calling for help. They all lay or sit quietly, and their breath had become cold.
The light of the horse swayed, illuminating the steps downwards layer by layer. Klein took his attention back and walked calmly to the deeper underground.
He didn't run, afraid of causing an overreaction from the seal core.
The darkness is getting richer and richer, and the faint blue light on the elegant candlesticks on both sides is getting weaker and weaker, giving people a illusion that is about to be extinguished. At that time, pure darkness may bring unimaginable terrifying changes.
Klein endured this instinctive fear and finally walked through the steps and arrived at the second floor underground.
With the night vision ability of the resentful soul, Klein discovered that the place was made of steel, bricks, soil and silver to shape strange walls, separating one area after another. Some places were open, some rooms were closed, and each had a seal.
Holding the lantern, turning left, Klein's eyes lit up suddenly, and he saw the burning flames, and the bright red black coal and charcoal.
The area was semi-open, with a bathtub-shaped thing made of steel inside, hollowed down below, stuffed with anthracite, charcoal and various combustibles.
They kept burning, making a gurgling sound in the steel bathtub, allowing water vapor to spread out, gather on the ceiling, condense into droplets, falling like rain.
An item that needs to be submerged with hot water to seal... and the internal guardian must regularly add charcoal coal to prevent the flame from extinguishing... Well, if there is a seal that can continuously emit high temperatures, it can be combined to make the seal simple... Klein glanced at the steel bathtub, and with the idea of not disturbing his plan, he moved closer and used tools to add some of the coal piled outside to the fire.
When he raised his head, he swept through the corner of his eyes and saw silver metal products under the hot water in the steel bathtub.
Together, they appear to be a heavy full-body armor, with dark red blood that cannot be washed and splattered red dots in parts.
142…Ancient God’s Blood…It is now stored in Beckland Parish for a long time…Kline has seen this seal and immediately corresponding information emerged in his heart.
Just as he was about to withdraw his gaze, he saw the quaint silver helmet.
The face of the helmet had been pulled down, making it look dark inside. At this moment, Klein felt a look that was shining out and turned to himself.
He shivered suddenly, took two steps back quickly, his heart beating fast and messy.
Not daring to look at it anymore, Klein calmed down, turned his gaze forward, took steady steps, and left this area.
After passing through several closed places, his inspiration suddenly became touched. He felt something was summoning himself somewhere on his right hand, and his heart was swelling and contracting!
Sure enough, the Ben Antigonus family notes were waiting for me to come... Klein calmly confirmed his previous judgment, followed the call of nothingness, changed direction, and got all the way.
In just two or three minutes, he saw a room with a stone door half open, which was dark and deep, without any light.
As the lantern shone, an empty bookshelf composed of white bones caught Klein's eyes, with an ancient note with a hard and dark cover on it.
That Ben Antigonus family notes!
Hornages...Fregra...Honages...Fregra...The illusory voice penetrated Klein's ears, making him sure he had found his target!
Things went well, but Klein dared not be careless and reckless, entered the room carefully and slowly moved closer, fearing that the measures to seal the Antigenus family notes would cause harm to himself.
So, when the distance was closer, a hand suddenly stretched out between his chest and abdomen, with a dark red sleeve!
This is the hand of the resentful soul Seniore.
One of the rules of the Master Secret Puppet Master: Try to use the Secret Puppet if you can use the Secret Puppet. If there is really a problem, the Secret Puppet will bear it!
At this moment, a snap sound suddenly sounded at the door of the room, as if someone had come over!
Klein's pupils suddenly dilated, and he rushed to the white bone bookshelf without thinking, so that the secret puppet's hand between his chest and abdomen could grab the Antigonus family notes as soon as possible. At the same time, he stretched his right palm into his pocket, opened the iron cigarette box, put on the wriggling hunger, and teleported away directly before the seal core responded!
During this process, the scene at the door naturally appeared in his mind:
A figure wearing a hooded head and a classical robe stood there, with a beautiful face but an expressionless face, deep black eyes but lacking spirituality!
The church senior who directly erased Mr. A and suspended the Bakerland smog incident?
How could she hide underground?
This is illogical!
As soon as Klein felt horror emerged, he instinctively looked down at his body.
His body was like a pencil drawing patted by an eraser, and was quickly erased. He had completely disappeared before he could touch the notes of the Antigonus family.
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