Part 4 The Undead Chapter 99 Close at Hand

　　At the sight of Leonard Mitchell, Klein’s back muscles instantly stiffened, and his spirit tensed as if the bowstring was stretched to its limit, ready to snap at any moment.

　　He remembers very clearly, the poet classmates in the body of a “stealer” pathway angel, Pareth Zoroaster, k can detect their own special, so as to see through the disguise!

　　If that old grandpa told Leonard about the problem with the caretaker in front of him, that would be a big problem, and we can only hope that the poet is afraid of his own secrets being exposed, holding his nose and pretending to be unaware of it……. Previously, in Tingen, although he always said that everyone has their own secrets, and don’t care so much, but that belongs to the situation of the church that did not directly target him, who knows he will not be able to do anything to help him? Church situation, who knows if he will suddenly have an outbreak of righteousness and decide to be loyal and take the risk of revealing it, after all, this is very similar to that incident with Ince Zangwill …… This instant, Klein s forehead almost seeped out cold sweat.

　　Frankly speaking, he did not expect to run into Leonard when going to the Charnis Gate, because the other party is already a “Red Glove”, not the ordinary “night watchman”, no longer need to take shifts, and should not be in the underground at this point.

　　However, Klein immediately thought of a key point.

　　That is to be able to detect his special is Palles Zoroaster, not Leonard Mitchell, the former’s attitude is more important!

　　This old grandfather knew that I knew of K’s existence, and once K had exposed my disguise and put me in danger, he had to be prepared to be exposed by me, and then it would be mutual harm, with no benefit to anyone, and for an angel who was a “stealer” of the ways of the Goddess and who did not believe in the Goddess, this was not necessary at all… …If I were K, I would have just pretended that nothing had happened, not alerted Leonard Mitchell at all, and not put my own safety and well-being at the host’s whim……. Quickly clearing his mind, Klein regained his composure, and greeted the red-gloved Leonard Mitchell as he walked over to him.

　　Leonard glanced across the room at the thinning frosty white-haired interior caretaker with little concern, and couldn’t help raising his right hand, half covering his mouth, and yawning.

　　This is not sleep at night, have nothing to do, go to the guard room to find someone to play cards? This is really a standard “sleepless” ah …… Klein roughly understood why the “Red Glove” poet classmates appeared here.

　　He recalled the reaction of the internal guards to the “night watchman” in Tingen City, and nodded to Leonard in silence, pointing his right index and middle fingers four times clockwise on his chest as if drawing a full moon.

　　Leonard responded with the same gesture, and without a hint of realization, crossed over to the inner caretaker with the larger loose skin and nose, and marched straight ahead.

　　Klein exhaled silently, maintaining the same pace and stride he had just taken all the way to his destination.

　　The iron black folio doors were heavy and cold, inscribed with seven holy emblems, and nothing seemed to be able to shake them.

　　Klein sidestepped his body, took two diagonal steps, knocked on the door of the guard room, and opened the chanes door in the presence of the night watchman on shift.

　　The deep darkness inside surged at once, and even if there was a silver candle carved with a pattern burning quietly inside, it could not dispel this feeling, and the ghostly blue flame in turn deepened the flavor of the dead silence and silence.

　　At the same time, Klein only felt that there was an invisible line in the darkness that scraped across his skin, penetrated deep into his body, crossed the boundary between the real and the unreal, and connected with the “resentful spirit” Seignior.

　　Suddenly, he saw the thin black threads that filled the entire back of Charnis’s door without turning on his psychic vision, and they swayed gently, clustered or stretched out, as if some lady was stretching her hair, or some strange creature was waving its tentacles.

　　With an indifferent expression, Klein stepped forward and entered the sealed place, then turned his body and pushed the Chanis Gate until it closed.

　　At this time, the sound of the outside world seems to be completely cut off, the inside is so quiet that it is like the kingdom of the dead, so that people can’t help but associate it with fear, which makes Klein remember when he was a child, even if he didn’t listen to the ghost stories, he would occasionally lie on his own cot, staring at the darkness with his eyes wide open, not daring to go to sleep.

　　No wonder the goddess has the title of “Queen of Fear”…… Klein cast his eyes to the side, lifted the horse lamp placed in the corner, skillfully lit it.

　　The yellow light poured out, tinted with a bit of blue.

　　Clothed in black clergy robes, Klein did not hurry to step into the ground and head to the second floor to look for the notes of the Antigonus family, but stayed behind the door and patiently waited.

　　This is in case the “night watchman” is in urgent need of certain things, but due to the night can not be taken out, can only wait for the dawn.

　　According to his experience, the first five minutes after the internal watchman entered the Charnis Gate was one of the easiest times to be disturbed, and as long as he could get through it smoothly, and as long as there were no other accidents in the middle of the time, then the normal matter of accessing the materials would wait until around 8 o’clock, which was also the standard working hours of the “night watchman” and the clerical staff.

　　In other words, once Klein survived the first five minutes, he would basically not be disturbed by the “night watchmen” for the next two hours. Of course, the actual operation time would not be so generous, the church of the dark church would open at 8 o’clock, and the servants would get up at least one to one and a half hours in advance to get busy, and after 6:30, the other servants would be able to find out that their companions were missing at any time! After 6:30, the other servants could find out that a companion was missing at any time!

　　Time passed by, Klein’s heartbeat could hardly be contained a little faster, only to feel that these five minutes were so torturous.

　　Finally, having finished his silent count, he turned his gaze to the stone steps in the depths of darkness, the passageway to the second level.

　　At this moment, there was no one here to restrict him anymore!

　　At this point, Klein felt that he had already overcome 70% of the difficulties, and the remaining 30% was mainly in how to leave after getting his hands on it.

　　Of course, all kinds of accidents always have a certain probability of occurring, Klein did not carelessly, carrying a horse lamp, step by step towards the stone steps.

　　For other extraordinary people, the first level behind the Charnis Gate is actually more attractive than the seal, where all kinds of extraordinary materials, magic medicine recipes and hidden knowledge are stored, and even arrested cultists and wild extraordinary people are imprisoned, and the infiltrator, whether he wants to make a fortune and get promoted or rescue his companions, just needs to be active here, and that’s already enough.

　　But Klein had to go deeper, to the place where the items of harm were sealed.

　　As he passed several locked stone chambers, it was obvious to him that there were people inside, but they made no noise, no roar, no pleas for mercy, no cries for help, and all lay or sat quietly, their breath having turned grim.

　　The glow of the horse lamp wavered, illuminating the steps down one level, and Klein withdrew his attention and walked stoically deeper into the earth.

　　He did not run, fearing to cause an overreaction from the sealed core.

　　The darkness grew thicker and thicker, and the ghostly blue glow from the elegant candlesticks on either side grew fainter and fainter, giving the illusion that it was about to be extinguished, and in time, the sheer darkness might bring about unimaginable and horrifying changes. Klein endured this instinctive fear, finally finished the steps, came to the second floor of the underground.

　　With the night vision of the “Spirit of Grudge”, Klein realized that there were strange walls made of steel, masonry, clay, and silver, separating one area after another, with some places open and some rooms closed, each with a sealing object.

　　Carrying his horse’s lamp, he turned to the left, and Klein’s eyes lit up with a sudden flash of light, seeing flames that were roaring, seeing bright red black coal and charcoal.

　　The area was in a semi-open state, with a bathtub-type thing made of steel inside, hollowed out underneath and filled with anthracite coal, charcoal, and various combustibles.

　　They kept burning, making a gurgling sound inside the steel tub and allowing water vapor to fill out, pooling at the ceiling and condensing into droplets that fell like rain.

　　An item that needs to be submerged in hot water in order to be sealed …… And the internal caretaker must periodically add charcoal coal to prevent the flames from going out …… Well, if there’s a sealing item that constantly emits high temperatures, it can be combined to make sealing easy …… Klein glanced at the steel bathtub and, with the idea of not having an accident disrupt his plans, leaned in close and used his tools to add some of the coal piled outside to the fire.

　　As he looked up, he swept out of the corner of his eye and saw a single silver-colored metal object under the hot water inside the steel tub.

　　Combined, they appeared to be a heavy full-body armor, while parts of it had dark red blood stains and splatters that could not be cleaned.

　　”1-42″…… Blood of the Ancient Gods …… It’s now in permanent storage in the Diocese of Berkland ah …… Klein had seen this seal, and the corresponding intelligence immediately surfaced in his mind.

　　Just as he was about to withdraw his gaze, he saw the silver helmet with an ancient style.

　　The helmet’s face armor had been pulled down, giving the inside a ghostly black appearance, and at this moment, Klein could only feel a gaze penetrating there, casting itself.

　　He winced violently and took two steps back, his heart beating fast and chaotic.

　　Not daring to survey the area again, Klein calmed himself and cast his gaze forward, taking a steady step away from the area.

　　After passing a few closed places, he had a sudden touch of inspiration, only to feel that something somewhere on his right hand side was calling to him, and made a plopping sound like the expansion and contraction of his heart!

　　Sure enough, that Antigonus Family Notebook has been waiting for me to come …… Klein calmly confirmed his previous judgment and followed the call of that nothingness, changing direction and approaching all the way.

　　It was only two or three minutes before he saw a room with a half-open stone door, in which the darkness was deep and without the slightest light.

　　With the light of a horse-lamp, an empty bookshelf of rooted white bones came into Klein’s eyes, and on it stood an ancient notebook with a hard, blackened cover.

　　The Antigonus family notebook!

　　”Hornachis …… Freygla …… Hornachis …… Freygla… …” the disembodied voice burrowed into Klein’s ears, making sure he had found his target!

　　Things were going well, but not daring to be the least bit careless or reckless, Klein cautiously entered the room and slowly leaned over, fearing that the measures used to seal the notes of the Antigonus family might cause harm to himself.

　　So, when the distance is close, his chest and abdomen suddenly stretched out a hand, sleeve dark red hand!

　　It was the hand of the “Spirit of Grievance” Seignior.

　　”One of the rules of the “Secret Puppet Master” is to use the “Secret Puppet” as much as possible, and if anything goes wrong, the “Secret Puppet” will take the blame! If anything goes wrong, the “secret puppet” will take the blame!

　　At this moment, the doorway of the room suddenly rang “pop” sound, as if someone came over!

　　Klein’s pupils dilated, without even thinking about it, he jumped to the white bone bookshelf, so that the “secret puppet” hand between his chest and abdomen can grasp the Antigonus family notes as soon as possible, at the same time, his right palm into the pocket of his coat, he was about to open the iron cigarette case, wearing “writhing hunger”, before the sealing core can give a response, the “secret puppet” will be the only one that will be responsible for this. He was about to open the iron cigarette case, put on the “writhing hunger”, and directly teleport away before the sealing core gave a reaction!

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

　　A figure wearing a hood and classical robes stood there, with a beautiful but expressionless face, and dark eyes that lacked spirituality!

　　The church hierarch who had directly erased Mr. A and aborted the Great Haze of Berkland event? How could she be hiding underground? It was illogical! Just as panic welled up in Klein’s heart, he instinctively looked down at his body.

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