Part 1 The Joker Chapter 150 Azik’s Discovery
At 2 Daffodil Street, Klein nodded to Azik and walked quickly to the front of the house, pulling out a key and opening the front door.
Melissa, who was already home, heard the sound of the lock cylinder turning and was busy approaching the living room from her position in the kitchen.
Seeing Klein, she spoke with bright eyes:
”I got the groceries, there’s chicken, potatoes, onions, meat fish, turnips and peas, and I also got a small jar of honey.”
Sister, have you adapted to the occasional luxury? Klein gave a low chuckle:
”You’ll have to prepare dinner today, don’t think about my share, I’ve got something that requires me to go out and maybe come back in the wee hours of the morning, and, well, do a favor for Instructor Aztec, of the History Department at Hoy University.”
As he spoke, he half-turned and pointed to the carriage waiting outside the door.
Melissa’s lips opened and closed twice, then pursed again and said:
”Okay.”
Klein said goodbye to his sister, walked out the front door, and boarded the rented carriage hired by Azik, taking two hours and forty minutes to arrive in the small town of Ramad.
It was close to nine o’clock and completely dark, with only the occasional scarlet moon piercing through the clouds and the trivial stars to illuminate where there were no gas streetlights.
After instructing the coachman to wait in the town, Klein led Azk, and set out on the road to the old abandoned castle.
As he walked, he realized that Azik was getting faster and faster, making himself have to jog to keep up, and in the end, it even became Azik leading the way.
Klein wanted to say something, but once he saw the other man’s silent face and pursed lips, he wisely swallowed his words back into his throat.
At this speed, it didn’t take the two of them long to arrive in front of the abandoned old castle.
Almost in ruins, it stretched out in all directions in the thick darkness, branching off into the sky with spires, pale, barbaric, eerie, and bleak.
Azik gazed at the old abandoned castle and slowed his own steps.
He paused there, his gaze sometimes dark and sometimes misty, as if he had been wandering between dream and reality.
Suddenly, he grunted in pain and raised his hand to pinch his forehead, the muscles in his face twisting into a grimace.
”Mr. Aztec, you, what’s wrong with you?” Klein asked as he activated his psychic vision and cautiously opened his mouth to ask a question.
Early in the taxi carriage ride back to Daffodil Street, he had covertly done a quick divination by playing with a coin, predicting little danger in returning to Ramsdale.
But he believed that divination wasn’t infallible, and was always wary of misinterpreting himself or having a problem with the organization of a divination statement, and with the fact that Instructor Azk was a powerful man of great mystery, and no one knew how he had been in the past, or how he would react if he encountered a stimulus, caution, caution, and worry became normal emotions for Klein.
Azuk didn’t answer immediately, with a pained expression, he took two steps forward, loosened the hand that was cupping his forehead, pointed ahead, and said in a dreamy tone:
”I have seen this old castle in my dreams.”
”It was still intact then, with its strong outer walls and its high spires.”
”I remember that there were stables, that there were wells, that there were barracks for the soldiers, that there was a field cut out for potatoes and sweet potatoes ……”
”I remember a practice field there, and my boy, who was a boy, only seven or eight years old, liked to run around dragging a broadsword that was taller than he was, saying that he wanted to be a knight in the future ……”
”My wife always complained that it was too dark in the castle, she liked the sun and the warmth ……”
……
Klein, who was examining the color of the other party’s aura, listened to his scalp, but was slightly touched, as if he were experiencing a spiritual story firsthand.
This old castle is really related to Mr. Aztec …… Could he really be the first Baron Ramrod, a transcendent being who has lived for 1,300 or 4,000 years? Is he a human being, or is he an evil spirit? No, what kind of evil spirit runs around in the sunlight and has had contact with the night watchman …… Klein couldn’t control his own thoughts, letting them collide with each other and inspire more thoughts.
It was then that Azik stopped his ravings and stepped through the doors.
He traveled all the way through to the interior, and without the need for Klein to point him out, he familiarly found the mechanism that opened the secret door to the basement.
Gripping his cane tightly, Klein took two steps behind the other man and went down the steps, returning to the place where the coffin had been placed.
Unlike what he had seen before, the lid of the coffin had been closed, and the feeling of warmth and purity had dissipated.
The coffin was closed …… Frye should have done it, this is the professional ethics of the “corpse collector” …… Klein nodded thoughtfully, and watched with his psychic vision as the emotionally confused Aztec instructor walked to the front of the coffin. The coffin is in front of him.
Azik reached down and pushed on the lid of the coffin, pushing out a crack.
He gazed longingly at the headless white bones inside and suddenly let out a wail that sounded like sadness and pain.
Stomping backward with heavy feet, Azik stumbled and fell before Klein could react, sliding against the wall.
He covered his face hole with his palms and just sat there disheveled, his surroundings becoming darker in a trance.
Klein snatched two steps forward and was about to reach out, but shrank back, not daring to interrupt.
It was then that his inspiration told him that Mr. Aztec was very frightening now, so frightening that the basement had become cold and morose again.
Crane moved his feet silently and approached the steps.
He believed in Mr. Azick’s character, but feared that the other was out of control.
In this uneasiness he waited a few minutes before he finally saw Azik lower his hands and slowly stand up.
Mr. Azik seemed to have changed a little …… This is the answer that inspiration gave me …… But in his psychic vision, the color of his aura did not change significantly, and his mood was just as low, lost, and painful as it had been a moment before… …Klein made a quick judgment, feeling that the Aztec instructor had become deeper and more imposing.
”I remember some things, but only small parts.” Azik said in an emotionless tone.
Immediately afterward, he looked around the room for a moment and said:
”I detect here the same force that made your fate incongruous.”
”Huh?” Klein was stunned at first, then asked back in surprise, “Can you trace it back to its source?”
That black man behind the scenes who resided in the red chimney house, in addition to secretly creating coincidences, had also come to Rumder Ancient Castle and taken the head of that black, fully-armored knight?
What exactly was he trying to do? What was his true purpose?
”It’s been too long a gap, but I want to try.” Azik’s low voice seemed to hold a volcano about to erupt.
”Try how?” Klein asked curiously.
Azik walked back in front of the coffin and gazed at the white bones inside:
”He took my child’s skull, and I’m trying to find him with the help of a bloodline connection.”
Your child? Mr. Aztec, you’re confirming that the black-armored knight is your child? You’re really old fashioned… …… Do you really lose your memory every once in a while? And this is the price for gaining a long life? Klein took a dark breath and had the illusion that he was touching a mythical creature.
At this time, Azuk stretched out his right hand and scratched his index finger with his suddenly sharp thumbnail.
A drop of red blood fell, accurately staining the white bone.
It quickly soaked in and instantly turned the entire corpse bone blood red.
Woah! Wow! Whoa! Klein suddenly heard a baby’s cry and felt someone behind him staring at him.
He jerked his revolver and pointed it back before slowly turning around, but as far as his eyes could see, it was empty and nothing existed.
Even the steps to the ground were gone!
Whoa! Wow~!
A baby’s cry burrowed into Klein’s ears, and he once again looked at the coffin location, and was shocked to see a face, either invisible or twisted, interspersed with black mist rising up and transforming into an eerie door.
Creak!
The illusory gate opened wide and a pale arm scrambled out, but in front of Azk, they all vaporized into black mist again.
Through the crack in the gate, Klein saw a white skull, which had been casually discarded under a dark brown tree, rotting to powder in the wind.
Clang!
Countless pale arms were caught off by the suddenly closing gate and fell to the ground.
At that moment, Klein heard a long sigh, a sigh from Mr. Aztec that pierced through the thick history-like sigh.
With that sigh, the black fog steeply disappeared, the baby’s cries ended abruptly, and everything was back to the way it was, only a lot more eerie.
Clenching his teeth and shivering, Klein looked within the coffin, only to see the crimson bones turn back to white, crystalline white.
”I’m sorry I didn’t find him ……,” Azik, who had his back to Klein, spoke in a low voice.
At the same time, he reached down and closed the lid of the coffin.
”It’s normal not to find it, it’s a surprise to find it.” Klein relieved the other party.
Anyway, I have been disappointed many times on this matter …… He silently added in his heart.
Azuk looked at the coffin in front of him again and slowly turned around:
”I will continue to pursue this, and I hope to have your help.”
”No problem, that’s exactly what I want to do.” Klein resisted the urge to tell Aztec about the “Red Chimney” right now.
Because there was no use saying it, he could only confirm the target on his own.
However, this also solved one of his major problems, which was how to introduce the night watchman after finding the Red Chimney house – he simply did not believe that he alone could take down such a mysterious and terrifying mastermind.
And now he could enlist Mr. Azik’s help!
Azik opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing, just sighed and walked towards the steps in silence.
Exiting the basement and closing the secret door behind them, the two men traveled along the overgrown and thorny path, neither speaking to the other as they headed out of the abandoned old castle.
In the thick of the night, Azik spoke suddenly:
”When this matter is resolved, I will resign and leave Tingen to pursue my lost past.”
”Mr. Azik, you understand what exactly happened to you?” Klein asked with undisguised curiosity.