Part 1 The Joker Chapter 136 The Difficult Klein
No way …… Could Mr. Azk be the so-called Primordial Baron Ramsd? This is a character from 1,400 to 1,500 years ago. …… No, how can one be sure that the person in the portrait is the First Baron Ramrod …… Klein stared at the painting, his mind in a state of confusion, as if he suddenly realized that everyone around him had turned into monsters, or that the entire world was just a dream of the gods.
He jerked his head up and stared at the yellow-haired middle-aged man in front of him, reached down and removed the revolver from the gun pouch under his armpit, and said in a deep voice:
”This is not an antique. If you don’t tell me what’s going on, I’m going to arrest you for fraud and prosecute you!”
He didn’t care whether the prosecution was under the police department or not, the only purpose was to intimidate the other party and get information!
At the same time, Klein tapped his left tooth twice and turned on his psychic vision, monitoring the target’s emotional color changes.
The yellow-haired middle-aged man was startled and replied in a frightened and vague manner:
”No, I don’t know if it’s an antique, no, I’ve heard it’s an antique, but I don’t really understand any of this, I really don’t, I don’t even know many words, well, words.”
His eyes rolled and he looked around as if he wanted to call for help.
But just then he saw Klein adjusting the revolver and trigger, posing as if he were going to shoot the resisting suspect.
He bristled and straightened his back, no longer daring to look around.
”Where did you get this painting?” Klein asked with a sinking feeling inside.
The yellow-haired middle-aged man’s lips opened and closed, smiling curtly:
”Officer, this is what my grandfather found from the old castle, more than forty years ago, the outer wall and the second floor rooms there collapsed, and some items appeared, items that people in the past failed to find, among them was this oil painting, no no no, not this oil painting, the original oil painting was already very tattered and couldn’t be preserved at all, so my grandfather asked someone to imitate it and paint a picture of it, well, it’s the one that you’ve just seen this one, I didn’t lie to you, more than forty years ago oil paintings can indeed be considered antiques ……”
”So you’re sure this is a portrait of the first Baron Ramrod?” Klein rubbed the trigger, so that the other party’s line of sight did not dare to move in the slightest.
The yellow-haired middle-aged man grinned, “I’m not certain, but I presume it is.”
”Reason?” Klein was almost amused by the other’s shamelessness.
”Because the oil painting is not labeled with a name.” The yellow-haired middle-aged man replied in a rare moment of seriousness, “Just as I’ve been called Scoundrel Gerry, my father was addressed as Curly-haired Gerry, and only my grandfather was the real Gerry.”
…… Klein said with a silent exhale:
”Where is your grandfather?”
”In the cemetery, where he’s been buried for almost twenty years now, and next to him is my father, buried three years ago.” The yellow-haired middle-aged man answered very honestly.
After asking questions from other angles for a while longer, Klein adjusted the pistol’s revolver in front of the yellow-haired middle-aged man and put it back inside his underarm gun pouch.
Putting away his police officer’s identification, the man in the thin black trench coat turned his body and walked toward the hotel location with his hands in his pockets, moving forward in silence in the faint light coming from within the houses on either side of him.
”It’s uncertain whether the portrait belongs to the first Baron Ramsd …… It’s not known if the town has an exact history of the old fortress ……”
”But either way, the gentleman in the portrait is certainly ancient, at least a thousand years old ……”
”He’s almost identical to Mr. Aztec except for his hairstyle, is this what is called reincarnation?”
”There may have been residual instincts that drove Mr. Azik to come to Tingen in the first place, when he gave up his position at one of Birkeland’s other universities ……”
”Well, there are other possibilities, for example, the one in the portrait is Mr. Aztec, and Mr. Aztec is him!”
At the thought, Klein was so creeped out that he nearly tripped over the steps in front of him.
He paced back and forth a few steps under the vandalized gas streetlight, combining his insights from the age of the information explosion with further analysis based on what he had just guessed:
”Mr. Aztec became undead for some reason, like a vampire, and so lived from antiquity to the present?”
”No, where is a bronze skinned vampire ……”
”And when I shook hands with Mr. Aztec, I could clearly feel his body heat and feel blood flowing inside him.”
”Although he hated the heat of the south, he wasn’t afraid of the sun, and used to row in teams with other teachers in the hot sun ……”
”Well, there’s also the possibility that Mr. Aztec’s Sequential Magic Potion or some other factor brought him a long life at the cost of losing his memory! Hm, considering his one dream of a completely different kind, is it safe to assume that his memory loss is cyclical? Every few decades, he forgets the past and gains a new life, and that one dream is a real life that the one who was once him has experienced over and over again …… Oh, I think I’ve read a similar novel ……”
”To verify this matter, just rely on divination can’t work, must find Mr. Aztec that once and for all life existed traces, there is no childhood teenager, directly from the beginning of adulthood traces!”
Bold assumptions and careful proof of Klein began to incline to his latter guess, but the possibility of “reincarnation” can not be ruled out for the time being.
He put aside his confused thoughts and seriously considered whether he should inform Captain Dunn of the matter:
”If Mr. Aztec is really an ancient extraordinary person who has lived for more than a thousand years, then his strength will be even more powerful than I thought …….”
”It was kind of him to remind me before, but it’s hard to say if he’ll remain kind after I find clues to his past ……”
”But Mr. Aztec has always been kind to me, and there’s a not-so-small chance of endangering him by hastily introducing the Night Watchman ……”
”Phew, going above the gray mist to remove the interference of divination once, this is the most appropriate choice for a diviner to make!”
Klein made a decision and accelerated back to the inn.
Taking advantage of the fact that Dunn and Frye hadn’t returned yet, he spent 1 Soule and reopened a room.
Entering the room, Klein created a spiritual wall with the help of the “Holy Night Powder”, and then took four steps in reverse, penetrating the crazy murmurings to the gray fog.
The majestic palace stood quietly, with its ancient, patinated bronze tables and twenty-two high-backed chairs unchanged.
Krynn sat at the top and let the tawny parchment and black round-bellied fountain pen float before him.
He picked up the fountain pen and wrote carefully:
”Mr. Aztec should be told about Dunn Smith.”
Immediately afterward, he unclasped the citrine pendant inside his left cuff and did a Spiritual Pendulum Divination.
The answer to this pendulum divination was “should not be told” in a counterclockwise rotation!
Putting down the citrine pendant, Klein, who had always been from the heart, thought for a few seconds and decided to switch to “dream divination” to try it out again, just to be on the safe side.
This time, his divination statement became “The consequences of concealing Mr. Aztec from the Night Watch”.
Holding the parchment and reading it seven times, Kraven leaned back and entered into a deep sleep with the help of meditation.
He saw himself in that unreal, hazy, branched world, and saw himself struggling to sink in a sea of blood.
At this time a hand reached out and pulled him up from the sea of blood, and the owner of that palm was none other than Aztec, who had a bronze complexion and a tiny black mole near his ear.
The image shattered and reorganized, and Klein saw himself inside a dark, dank mausoleum, with coffins open around him one by one.
Azik stood beside him, staring at the forefront, seemingly searching for something.
Just then, Klein exited the dream for a moment, seeing the illusory, gray, infinite mist anew.
”The symbolism of the dream just now is that if I hide the relevant things for Mr. Aztec, then in the future when I fall into a certain crisis, I will get his help, heh, this crisis may be exactly because of the help to hide it……. What is the meaning of the last image? I’ll be exploring a certain mausoleum with Mr. Aztec? Well, the mausoleum may have another symbolic meaning …… “Klein crossed his arms and rested his chin, interpreting the content of the “dream divination” just now.
Combined with the results of the earlier spirit pendulum, he had decided not to report his own speculation to the captain, but only to mention that one of the townspeople had taken out an effigy of Baron Ramsdale, who was said to be the first Baron Ramsdale, which was quite similar to the history instructor of the University of Hoy, Azteca – Klein couldn’t be sure that Dunn wouldn’t hear about this elsewhere, so he had to explain it to him. a bit.
Of course, without Azik’s account of his strange dream, it was hard for Dunn, who wasn’t familiar with the other man, to make any associations, and Klein even suspected that the captain didn’t remember much about what Instructor Azik looked like anymore.
With that thought in mind, he gathered his thoughts and intended to leave the gray mist above, but just then he noticed that the crimson star, which had been quiet for so long, was once again contracting and expanding faintly.
With considerable interest, Klein extended his aura and saw once again the teenager who had spoken the giant’s language before, and saw him kneeling in front of a pristine crystal ball.
The teenager was still dressed in black tights unlike the styles of the countries of the Northern Continent, and his features were blurred and distorted, showing only vaguely brownish hair.
He knelt there, his tone unusually agonized as he kept praying.
Klein listened with his side ear, barely understanding what the other party was saying by relying on the Giant language that he had finally begun to speak:
”O Great Spirit, please redirect your gaze to this place that you have abandoned.”
”Great Spirit, please free us, the people of darkness, from that predestined curse.”
”I would dedicate my life to You and please You with my blood.”
……
Forsaken Places …… The People of Darkness …… The Great Spirit …… Klein meditated on these key words, and suddenly remembered “The Inverted Hangman ” mentioned a place:
”The Land of God’s Abandonment!”
It had also been mentioned in Roselle’s journal! He also sent a fleet of ships to look for it, but there was no luck …… Klein’s eyes narrowed slightly, wondering if his guess was correct.
He tapped his fingers on the edge of the long bronze table, and after three strokes, he had a decision, stretched out his right hand, and touched it towards the illusory crimson star.
The crimson immediately exploded out, and the light flowed like water.