Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

After calming down for a while, Klein was about to ask something.

"you"

"Are you sure you don't want to crawl out of the grave first? Although this is your own grave, it's quite strange for us to do this."

Renekton reminded the other party.

"Forehead"

Klein swallowed all the words he wanted to say. He put his hands up and stood up. He found that his "clown" ability had not disappeared.

After stepping out of the coffin, Klein stood next to his tombstone and saw the inscription on it.

"The best brother, the best brother, the best colleague"

My heart became heavy again, and an unspeakable sadness filled my heart.

In the end, he just sighed, withdrew his gaze, squatted down, closed the coffin boards again, filled them with soil, and covered them with stone slabs.

After completing all this, Klein stood up again and clapped his hands.

"I thought you would let me help you restore this place!"

Renekton interrupted Klein's thoughts.

Klein was stunned for a moment, and then said:

"You could have warned me earlier!"

"Would you like to visit your captain's grave?"

Renekton asked.

Without waiting for an answer, Klein stood up from the high-backed chair where the stars were gathered, and walked to the other side. The high-backed chair that was left in place turned into dots of starlight and disappeared.

Klein followed Renekton and came to the tombstone of his captain. He stared at it blankly, his vision blurring a little.

Klein talked for a long time in front of Dunn's grave, and finally said with some choking:

"Captain. We really miss you too!"

Renekton stood in the distance, watching Klein chattering in front of Dunn's tombstone without stepping forward to disturb him.

It wasn't until Klein reorganized his emotions that he walked over. He asked with a somewhat concerned tone:

"Have you adjusted your condition?"

"Ah."

Klein's answer was very calm, and then he looked into Renekton's eyes and asked solemnly:

"Do you know who the real murderer behind this series of events is?"

"Ince Zangwill, former Archbishop of the Church of the Night." Renekton replied.

Without waiting for Klein to ask further questions, he continued:

"A spirit that wanders in illusion, an upper-world creature that is friendly to humans, and is the messenger of Al Taines alone."

"This is the summoning spell of my messenger, through which you can contact me."

"If you are willing, you can also tell me your name, or the name of the person behind you, and I will find a time to recite it later."

Klein was nervous at first when he heard Renekton's words, and then he hesitated.

Renekton simply handed the other party a gold coin:

"If you are hesitant, why not do a divination! This is the habit of your fortune tellers."

Klein took the gold coin from the opponent's hand. He always felt that the person opposite him was very familiar to him, even though he clearly didn't know him.

Klein did not hesitate and simply threw the gold coin into the air, then reached out to catch it and performed a quick divination.

After waiting for the affirmative reply, Klein relaxed slightly. Although he didn't know whether the other party had taken anti-divination measures, he now had no right or reason to refuse.

He reached out and handed back the gold coin in his hand.

"You can keep it, you probably don't have any money on you now."

Renekton did not accept the gold coin handed over by Klein.

Klein silently withdrew his hand, not because it was a gold coin, but because, as the other party said, he really had no money on him now.

"I can tell you the name of that great being."

"The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck."

Klein was talking about the great being. He didn't know how much the person opposite knew about him, but his identity as the Fool was one of his biggest secrets. If he could avoid it, he should never expose it.

Renekton didn't care about Klein's defense against him. This was a normal behavior. If he trusted him so quickly, Renekton would really have to worry about whether there would be any problems.

"Okay! I will pray to that great existence later."

"You should need some private time to deal with your own affairs. I won't interrupt you. If you have anything, you can contact me through my messenger."

After Renekton finished speaking, he turned around and stepped into the spirit world.

Klein watched the figure in front of him quickly fade and disappear, and suddenly felt a little envious of this ability to come and go freely.

"I don't know what sequence he is in, but it's definitely not low. Is he sequence five? Or higher?"

Klein stared at the place where Renekton's figure disappeared and muttered to himself for a while.

The other party did not show any malice, and his spiritual intuition did not send any warnings. This was the real reason why Klein was willing to believe the other party's words for the time being.

After gathering his emotions, Klein found a hidden place, walked four steps backward, and entered above the gray mist.

Sitting in the seat belonging to the Fool, Klein materialized a tawny parchment and pen, and wrote a line of divination sentences:

"Kill my people."

Although the man named Al Tynes just said who the murderer was, Klein still had to confirm it again.

With the help of meditation, he quickly entered the dreamland, and Klein entered a gray world.

Here he saw the former Archbishop of the Church of the Night with short dark blond hair. He was wearing a black double-breasted tuxedo. His eyes were deep blue and almost black, but one of them was blind. His facial features were as carved as a sculpture without any wrinkles.

"His real purpose in planning these things is to get the ashes of Saint Selina stored behind Charles's door? And use this to advance to Sequence Four of the Sleepless Path?"

"His target is actually the captain more than me."

Klein once again wrote the corresponding divination statement on the parchment, took the pendulum, and let the citrine pendant hang on the paper, almost touching it.

After reciting the divination sentence silently, the citrine pendant rotated clockwise.

Divination successful! ;

Afterwards, Klein wrote a new divination statement on the parchment:

"Al Tynes meant me no harm."

Close your eyes again, recite the divination sentence silently, and perform the corresponding divination.

The citrine pendant is still rotating clockwise. Divination successful!

Klein continued to divine the location of Ince Zangwill and Lanervus above the gray mist, and the results he obtained pointed to Backlund.

Just as Klein was about to continue divination, the gray mist in front of him surged like a tide. A crimson star appeared and continued to expand and contract. A series of vague prayers sounded above the gray mist.

Klein quickly touched the crimson star that suddenly appeared. The scene that caught his eye was Al Tynes, whom he had just met not long ago. He was reciting the Fool's Respect in a study room. name.

"Did he start reciting his name so soon? I thought he would have made corresponding divination and preparations in advance!"