Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Connecting to what Wellington said at the beginning, Geraldine was also privately investigating Sheriff Nicolo Hawke, and then came here to investigate the sheriff's safe. Finally, as soon as the alarm sounded, she was locked in the safe room by the guards and the staff holding the key!

Geraldine had lost consciousness, probably just fainted. Klein touched her back and found that there was a hard touch under her neat short jacket, as if there was some armor under her clothes. In short, she didn't look seriously injured.

It's incredible, Miss Lightning...

Klein slightly moved the red-haired reporter's face away, and then found the bank clerk who was protected under her. The clerk was also unconscious, but was in good condition under Geraldine's protection.

So Klein struggled to move Geraldine out of the ruins. Half of her body was pulled out easily and fell to the ground, with her messy red hair against a scattered safe.

These safes are of really good quality, but they are a little small. Thinking about it this way, James Bank is quite conscientious...

...Wait, whose name is on this safe?

With a spiritual intuition, Klein turned the box face up.

This is Olga Aksas's safe!

This was an unexpected discovery. For the Aksas couple, life was OK as a childless dual-income family before Olga's condition worsened. David was a detective of the same rank as Leonard, and Olga had a salary comparable to David's. The smallest safe in James Bank was not expensive and was a price that the Aksas couple could afford.

Of course, such a stable and comfortable life disappeared after Olga's condition worsened. Due to the difficulty and huge treatment costs of rare immunodeficiency diseases, as well as their rejection and resistance to so-called "religious superstition" due to the influence of postmodern thoughts, the outbreak of the disease quickly emptied their pockets.

The contents of Olga's box were not returned simply because the contract had not expired, but they no longer had the ability to renew the lease.

Klein thought for a moment, took out two star coins and turned them around in his hands, then decided to splurge and open the box to take a look.

The historical projection ability from Sequence 3 still consumes a lot of spiritual power for Klein now. Even when Klein's spiritual power was fully restored, it was only enough to summon three or four historical projections, and they were of a lower status and even had no spiritual power. They collapsed in just over ten minutes.

For extraordinary beings, the higher the status, the longer they can maintain, and the more terrifying the spiritual power consumed when summoning. At the same time, for some historical projections, when using their extraordinary abilities, they will quickly drain Klein's spiritual power. This consumption is many times that of Klein when he was in Sequence Three. The final maintenance time is not optimistic. Forcing renewal can only send himself to the ICU of the Earth Hospital more conveniently and quickly.

Therefore, Klein has always been very cautious in using this ability. It is more convenient to condense some small things with gray fog, but at the same time, he has to start paying attention to the problem of being exposed by the gray fog...

So in order to minimize consumption, Klein quickly pulled out the master key from the air, opened the box in the blink of an eye, took it out, closed the door, hid it, and ended the summoning, all in one go!

"There are still survivors in this safe room!" Klein shouted towards the distant corridor, "Hurry and save them!"

The surviving guards heard the shouting and rushed over immediately. With strength in numbers, they dug Geraldine and the staff out in no time.

No one noticed anything unusual about the safe, and there were no surviving cameras in the room that captured Klein's actions.

"Does this clerk have a key to the door? With it, can we take Wellington with us? It's not against the rules, is it?"

The old guard who had just answered Klein reacted immediately, took out the key from the unconscious employee, and dragged the unconscious employee to the iron gate with Klein to unlock it.

The terrified Wellington finally regained his freedom and held the magician's hand in disbelief.

"Sir, how about this magic trick? How about we call it 'Interior Decoration Renovation Magic'?"

Klein pulled Wellington along and ran.

"Just kidding, sir, but we have to run now!"

Wellington felt that everything before his eyes seemed so unreal, like an absurd and terrifying action movie.

When the alarm sounded, Wellington didn't have any special feeling. Just like countless training and exercises, it was completely a conditioned reflex. He took the key, pulled the client's hand and went into the nearest safe room, then let the guard lock him in the silent safe room.

But the client dressed as a magician broke free from his hand.

When the heavy door slammed shut, he suddenly pulled himself out of his professional mechanical perception, and the fear and panic of a living human finally flooded into Wellington's heart. He went from a piece of parts to a living human being again.

He was locked in the safe by himself.

He is! In the middle of a! Vault robbery! !

The sound of bullets pouring down, flesh being torn apart, guards screaming, walls exploding...all sorts of disgusting and noisy noises mixed together, becoming a heavy hammer that continuously struck the mental defenses, crushing Wellington's fragile and numb mind over and over again. It was like a vicious and evil beast, extending its long tongue to lick his fragile heart over and over again, just to taste his trembling with fear.

On the other side of the wall is hell!

Why...why is this happening to me...

I go to work hard every day, pay my taxes and rent well... Today, I really just came to work!

...Am I really going to be locked up here and wait to die...

I’m only thirty-two this year…

Desperate Wellington shed two lines of tears.

...Goddess of the Night, who is higher than the starry sky and longer than eternity, I, the devout believer, make a wish to you...

Then the magician opened the door of the safe and reached out to Wellington in a cloud of flying dust.

To be honest, the magician was in a very sorry state. Although he was wearing a classical Fifth Epoch-style costume, his sleeves were covered in dust, and there were many cuts and bloodstains on his body. There were also many withered black petals scattered all over his body.

But Wellington grabbed his hand without hesitation, and the magician looked damn reliable at that moment when he smiled.

So he followed the embarrassed and even somewhat funny magician and ran in this vault that he knew by heart. He grabbed the magician's hand and ran past the mutilated corpses that were bleeding profusely, past the broken walls that were gnawing and screaming, and past the strange petals that were all over the ground...

An old lady dressed in black with red hands stood there coldly holding a big gun. Her expressionless look made Wellington feel a little uneasy, but the magician was unmoved. He organized the survivors to enter the maglev capsule one by one and pressed the button to send them away.

When it was Wellington's turn, he was so nervous that he couldn't hold the lid of the capsule, so the magician came over and asked him with a smile.

"Were you talking about something when you were last in the safe?"

"I... just prayed to the goddess again. You know, it's just psychological comfort for a desperate person."

"Oh? What are you praying for?"

Wellington's mood calmed down during this question and answer. He looked into the magician's eyes and said solemnly.

"I wish I could leave this messy vault."

The magician looked at Wellington who had calmed down, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face which was covered with dust and blood.

"Then Mr. Wilson, I hope the goddess can fulfill your wish!"

"【Punishment】 is catching up!"

The cold old woman suddenly shouted.

This is what we said in training...the safe evacuation time is about to end!

Wilson turned his head and saw that in the direction the old woman was looking, countless twisted gold nuggets suddenly broke through the solid floor and rushed in from the end of the corridor, like endless golden waves repeatedly hitting the corridor.

The strange yellow gold nuggets actually opened their big mouths, revealing sharp and dense teeth like sharks. Some were biting all the limbs and guns and ammunition that passed by, while others opened their mouths wide and shouted together.

"The vault is a restricted area, extraordinary fighting is prohibited!"

"Violators will be punished!"

"The vault is a restricted area, extraordinary fighting is prohibited!"

"Violators will be punished!"

Wellington’s daily training never mentioned that there was such a thing under the vault!

The magician set a fire behind him, then immediately closed the lid of Wellington and pressed a button. He grabbed the shell of the maglev capsule from the outside and sent it into orbit together with Wellington. The old woman also released something in the same way, and grabbed another capsule and sent it into orbit amid a shrill scream.

The powerful force pushed Wilson toward the ground at high speed. He lowered his head and looked down. Those terrible and endless gold monsters were still roaring and rushing upwards, but were left far behind by the magnetic levitation capsule.

The magician below raised his head, met Wellington's gaze and smiled slightly. Under the huge noise of the track, Wellington could not hear what the magician was saying. He could only roughly understand what he was saying by looking at his moving lips through the glass cover.

"How is it, did the goddess respond to your wish?"

Wellington closed his eyes.

"Thank you, Mr. Magician, my wish has come true."