Using a shovel with a sawed-off handle, he dug out a piece of moist soil and put it into a basket. Rafte Pound wiped the sweat from his face and continued to repeat the previous action mechanically.
He has been digging for more than half a month, and according to his own calculations, it will take at least three months to dig from this abandoned church to the bottom of his original home!
But he is patient, and there is a strange force in his heart that drives him. This must be the family's sense of mission. It is not Pound, but Tudor!
Thinking wildly, he kept moving his hands, and handfuls of soil gradually filled the basket. He was about to go back the way he came to dump them, when his vision suddenly went dark, and then the lights came on, and the narrow tunnel turned into an extremely wide Underground Palace.
Did I dig through it? How is it possible?
Rafter's expression became excited after being stunned for a moment. He scratched his hands like a cramp and found a black iron coat of arms with a hand holding a scepter engraved on it.
This is the logo of the Tudor Family...
He excitedly put the coat of arms on his chest, and was about to get up and continue to explore this Underground Palace, but his vision blurred again, and he bumped into the mud that appeared again at an unknown time, biting a hard stone in his mouth, and almost knocked out his own teeth.
"Bah, bah——"
He closed his eyes and spat out the bitter soil. When he opened his eyes again, he found a figure appearing in front of him.
A person with no facial features and an extremely smooth "face".
"Pfft——"
He spit out the last mouthful of dirt from his mouth, threw away the shovel in his hand, turned his head, and crawled out of the passage like a madman, using all four limbs together, like a real woodchuck.
The passage became narrower as he went further out. This was his deliberate decision to avoid being discovered, but at this time it became an obstacle to his escape. In the narrow passage, he scratched his scalp, broke his nails, and his knees and elbows were even more bloody. But he finally saw the crimson moonlight that made him feel at ease.
After getting out of the passage and returning to the abandoned church, Rafter took a breath and looked at the dark passage with some fear. He always felt that it was just an illusion, but he did not dare to go back to confirm.
"The lights and tools are all in there... I'll come back to get them tomorrow, something's not right today..."
He murmured to himself, turned his head again, and looked towards the center of the church.
A woman with black hair and a round face appeared at some point and was looking at him coldly.
No, it was a female head with black hair and a round face looking at him!
This head is floating in the air, with its hair hanging loosely behind, but the body that should be supporting the head and covering the long hair is nowhere to be seen.
Rafter took a deep breath of cold winter air and turned around and ran away without any hesitation. This abandoned church was drafty on all sides, and the doors and windows had already been pried away. He randomly picked a window and climbed over, running towards the low wall outside the garden.
When he was still a few steps away from the wall, the vines on the wall moved automatically without any wind, and another figure emerged from it.
It was a young woman wearing a small black hat and a complicated Gothic palace dress. She had long pale blond hair shawl, cold blue eyes, and her face was extremely pale under the moonlight.
After being frightened by the "faceless man" and the "head in the sky", the most human-like woman made Rafter feel a little warm, but he soon discovered that this beautiful woman had passed directly through the wall.
"Ghost... ghost!"
Rafte Pound's face became even paler than this woman's, and she couldn't hold back anymore and started shouting.
But he seemed to remember something, suppressed his fear, swallowed back the rude words that came out of his mouth, and asked with some anxiety:
"Are you the evil spirit of the Underground Palace?"
Evil spirit?
Klein, who had just emerged from the tunnel, patted the dirt on his body and watched Angel in front of him recover from the invisible state. He was preparing to celebrate this successful magic show when he heard the frightened Baronet asking with hope from outside the church.
He then remembered the red-haired evil spirit in the underground ruins who had appeared in his dream. With a thought, the "Faceless" characteristic on his face squirmed, and instantly transformed into the extremely handsome face in the dream, but with a series of rotten and bone-shattering scars. His hair gradually spread to the back of his shoulders, turning as red as blood.
The windbreaker on his body was transformed into a set of jet-black full-body armor through the illusion of "Magician", with deep red blood dripping from the marks of slashes and axes on it.
"I am."
His low, weird voice came out, causing Rafter, who was facing Sharron, to tremble all over. He slowly turned around and looked this way.
When he saw the strange image of Klein, not only did he not show a panicked expression like he had just seen a ghost, but he took two steps forward excitedly, with ecstasy on his face, and said loudly:
"You finally showed up!"
Angel disappeared again, and Sharron also returned to the wall, giving up the "stage" to Klein.
They are also curious about what this crazy Baronet wants to do.
"I think after so many years of trying, you should have understood that killing Tudor Family descendants in vain will not help you get rid of the seal," Rafter continued. He was full of energy and spoke very fast. He was not at all as decadent as he usually seemed to outsiders. "Only by cooperating with me and me, who has the great blood of Tudor, can I help you get rid of the two thousand years of predicament."
Based on his previous experience of investigating ruins and the historical knowledge he learned at university, Klein knew that the glory of the so-called "Tudor Family" had indeed been two thousand years ago. However, several family members of Rafte Pound died in the ruins one after another. How could he be sure that he would not follow in his footsteps?
"Then why did you come now?"
He continued to ask the other person in a low tone.
"Because Black Emperor, that Rogue Black Emperor has appeared!" Rafter said with a smile, his eyes showing undisguised madness, "He must be related to the real Black Emperor, which means that 'Blood Emperor' will also appear, and the glory of Tudor will be Reenactment in the world!"
Oh, really? How come I don't know what my relationship is with "Blood Emperor"?
"Black Emperor" Klein suppressed his laughter and was about to continue asking, but he saw Rafter, who was looking crazy just a second ago, suddenly his eyes straightened, his waist straightened, his legs raised, and he walked toward him with stiff steps.
He resisted the urge to jump aside, maintaining his "evil spirit" character, and watched Baronet, who was like a marionette, walk to the edge of a broken wall nearby and knock his head upwards.
The crisp "thunk" sound made Klein feel like he was back in his previous life when he was buying melons and tapping the melons with his knuckles to judge their ripeness.
Boom, boom.
After two more sounds, Rafter lay down softly with blood on his forehead.
But the next moment, he climbed up again using his hands and feet, his movements were flexible, not at all like the stiffness he had just been pulled.
The man who claimed to have "the great blood of Tudor" had blood from the wound on his forehead flowing to his face. He wiped a handful of it with his earthy right hand, brought it to his mouth, stretched out his tongue and licked it as if it were the most delicious wine.
"Haha, haha.
"The 'great' Tudor bloodline? This made me hate more than I ever had before, and allowed me to briefly break through the seal and come here."
After enjoying the blood with an expression of intoxication, "Rafter" turned his bloodshot eyes to the red-haired "Evil Spirit" in black armor who was still standing against the wind, looked up and down, and laughed sarcastically.
"The chin isn't pointed enough, the eye color is wrong, and most importantly, I'm not that short!"
Klein, who had been pointed out many Error, swallowed his saliva and suddenly felt that the surrounding air had become colder.