Mysteries: Arcana Wars

The elevator fell downwards, and after a long wait, Klein finally felt his feet on solid ground.

"We are here, sir. This is the first floor of the safe room."

Klein followed the staff out of the elevator and glanced at the documents in the staff's hands. There was a densely packed series of floors underground, which were different storage areas. Klein even wondered if he would be directly disconnected from the secret doll on the ground if he reached the bottom floor.

The buildings preserved from the old times are mostly like this. Before entering the information age, people had an endless enthusiasm for expanding their living space underground.

Beneath the vast expanse of yellow earth lies a dreamland far away from the human world.

Explorers desire hidden treasures, builders desire endless space, and bankers value the safety of isolation.

The further down you go, the safer it is.

But Klein disagreed with this view from the bottom of his heart. From what he knew now, the underground was still synonymous with danger. Although he didn't know what the situation was like underground today, he still believed that during the 1,300 years of crazy exploration by humans in the Sixth Epoch, crazy and bizarre disasters left many people underground forever.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many unexplored ruins in Backlund Underground City.

The clerk sorted out the documents, put them away carefully, and then gave Klein a professional smile.

"So, sir, which level do you want to start from?"

He raised one hand and gestured to Klein. His expression did not seem like he was cooperating with the investigation, but rather like he was promoting his bank's wonderful security products. He couldn't wait to get the magician to sign a deal after completing the investigation.

"We have a total of 10 floors in the underground security area, two of which are storage areas for the bank's own use, combined with the staff's activity area. Five floors are rental safes of different sizes, with a minimum lease term of one year. There are also two floors of the most strictly guarded security rooms, which can provide different storage environments for valuables deposited by customers, with a minimum lease term of ten years..."

Watching the staff talking nonstop, Klein couldn't help but cough twice.

“…Ahem, sorry sir, this time we’re here to investigate account information.” Klein smiled friendly, “Let’s start with the first account on the list, okay?”

"Uh... OK, wait a minute... Excuse me, before we start checking the safe, can I double-check your search documents and identification information?"

As a well-trained bank clerk, he is very cautious about any issue that may infringe on the safety of customers' property.

"Sure, please feel free."

After more than a week of various accidents and busyness, with Leonard, the Church of Night, the Church of Steam and other parties taking the blame, Klein's various forged evidence finally convinced Sivelas that there really was an unlucky guy who lost his entire "identity" in an extraordinary contact, and reluctantly issued himself a temporary identity document.

Now, although there are still many restrictions, Merlin Hermes is finally a person recognized by the modern social system.

"Check the search warrant, please."

"Ok."

"Please check the electronic token of the Backlund Police Department."

"please."

……

"Sorry, last item, please check your ID card."

"It's fine,"

After all were passed, the clerk finally opened the door to the security area.

"Excuse me, sir. Please."

"Thank you, sir. What's your name?"

"Ah... Wellington Tran, you can just call me Wellington."

Wellington was somewhat surprised by this, as few customers would ask for his name. Even more people would not chat with him, especially those distinguished customers who rented valuable safe deposit boxes, who would hardly even look at him the entire time. To them, a bank clerk of his level was equivalent to a key, a surveillance camera, or a machine that automatically searched for treasure for them, and a name was always an unnecessary burden.

"Well, Mr. Wellington, if you please."

The key entered the keyhole, the data was entered into the terminal, and after a series of tiny, hair-raising sounds, the door opened to Klein.

Wellington diligently led Klein to open the safes one by one, checked whether the actual custody contents were consistent with the system list, and showed and counted them one by one for Klein.

The underground safe deposit box layer still has the ancient tunnel cave layout from hundreds of years ago, but with the development of the times, it has been transformed with high technology, with a complete monitoring system and electronic anti-theft equipment. On both sides of the long corridor are heavy and wide modern safe doors, and there are capsule track operating platforms between the rooms.

Through this spacious capsule, items of appropriate size can be quickly transported to the counter without taking a long elevator ride. The previous air pump track has kept pace with the times and has been upgraded to a more efficient and quiet magnetic levitation track.

If it were the first two days after he woke up, Klein would have caught Wellington and made him make a few wishes. But now that he had obtained his identity certificate, he had separated the two Merlins, the "detective assistant" and the "automatic wish-making machine". He could not create any more complications, so he had to give up.

"Excuse me, Mr. Wellington, can you please take a look at the safe deposit box account of the last Mr. Nicolo Hawke? What I just saw gave me some inspiration." Klein made the request at the right time.

The economic case handed over to the bank was a real backlog case. In order to investigate Sheriff Nicolo Hawke, Leonard first applied for a search warrant for this old case that day and then met with Klein, using this old case as a pretext to obtain support from James Bank.

All Klein had to do was use gray mist as ink to secretly add a name after the review list before delivering the paper document.

In order to prevent the modifications from becoming invalid after reaching the safe zone, Klein deliberately did not use illusions to get by, for fear of encountering some extraordinary items related to contracts or rules.

"Okay, sir. Nicolo Hawke... This gentleman's safe is not here. His safe is on the next floor. It is a more high-end and valuable safe than this one. Please follow me..."

Stepping into the elevator again, Klein heard Wellington repeat the name over and over again.

"Nicolo Hawke... this name sounds familiar. Is he the sheriff who rented our conference hall today to receive the award?"

Wellington muttered to himself.

"...Niccolò Hawke... Is this sheriff involved in a case? Someone recently asked where Niccolò Hawke's locker is..."

“Has anyone else been here?” Klein raised his eyebrows.

"Ah! Sorry! It was just my soliloquy. Maybe I remembered it wrongly. Forget it, sir. According to the rules, I can't answer you this question..."

Wellington panicked when he realized he had made a mistake, but he quickly calmed down. When the elevator arrived at the station, he led Klein and left.

"Mr. Nicolo Hawke's cabinet is in another area. Please follow me."

Klein hid behind Wellington, the star coins made of pure gold flying between his fingers, and the small divination was completed inadvertently.

The last person to inquire about Niccolo Hawke's account information was... Geraldine Lightning? ?

Why the reporter? Hasn't she changed from an investigative reporter to a fashion reporter? The police and the newspaper should have fired her. Where did she get the search warrant?

Wait, didn’t the reporter just report on being discharged from the hospital today?

Before Klein could think deeply about Geraldine's question, all the capsule platforms around him suddenly made a loud noise, and the spiritual warning struck his brain. He quickly pushed Wellington into the safe room. Then a shrill alarm sounded in the oppressive underground.

"Alarm! Hide!"

Just as he finished speaking, the first maglev capsule to arrive made a loud noise, and a man with a crazy, gloomy and morbid look jumped out of the capsule impatiently, threw explosive bombs at the doors of several safe rooms, poured ammunition indiscriminately into the corridor, and roared in the fire and smoke with a rough and hoarse voice like a blacksmith's grindstone, like a doomsday maniac taking a grand revenge on this damn world.

"Open the door! Robbery!"