Captain, that's the question I wanted you to ask! Klein nodded seriously:
"I feel even better. I even think I can pass the Holy Cathedral's test right now. It's a feeling and confidence that I can't describe in words."
Realizing his previous answer might have been a little vague, he couldn't help but add:
"Perhaps the name of the Potion really is the key. When I strictly follow the ' Seer Code ' that I've summarized to be a Divination, everything becomes beautiful and easy. Hmm, I've been able to activate my Spirit Vision in a more covert way."
Dunn frowned slightly, his gaze narrowing as he muttered to himself, seemingly deep in thought, "The name of the Potion..."
After a dozen seconds, he looked at Klein again and said:
"Shouldn't you go back and tell your family? Sunday was your second day after guarding the Chanis Gate; you should have had a day off."
Considering that Elizabeth was her sister's good friend and that he had promised to resolve the issue within a week, Klein replied without hesitation, "There's no need to waste time like that. Once we set off, we can just have the carriage circle around Daffodil Street."
"Okay, go find Frye. I'll fill out the application form and retrieve the Sealed Artifact '3-0782'," Dunn said, pointing to the lounge diagonally opposite.
Frye is a " Corpse Collector," lacking the boundless energy of a " Sleepless," and often takes a nap when he has free time.
Fill out the application form yourself, sign it yourself, collect it yourself... Captain, there are loopholes in our management system... Klein muttered to himself, without saying a word, picked up his hat, left Dunn's office, and knocked on the door diagonally opposite.
After the knocking sound repeated three times, Frye Door Opening, looking at Klein with barely concealed suspicion, and said:
Is there something you need?
Because he had just taken a nap, his hair was a little messy and his shirt was not neatly put on, which softened his cold and gloomy aura.
However, however, he still looked like a dead man who had just crawled out of his coffin... Klein hid his smile and answered very seriously:
"There's a case involving Wraith, and the captain hopes to get your help."
"Okay." Frye subconsciously raised his hand to smooth his disheveled hair, once again transforming into a cold and unapproachable figure.
After he finished dressing, the two of them sat on the sofa in the reception area for only seven or eight minutes before feeling the surroundings become warm and pure, as if they were being bathed in the holy light of the Sun.
Then they saw Dunn Smith emerge from the partition, holding an antique badge about half the size of a palm.
This badge is dark gold in color and features a symbol of the Sun. Segmented lines extend towards the edge, making it the Sealed Artifact "3-0782" from the Republic of Intis, originally named " The Mutated Holy Emblem of the Sun ".
--Intis is the country that Roselle transformed from an empire into a republic, and then back into an empire. Now it has established a stable republican system, located on the west coast of the Northern Continent, bordered by landmarks such as the Sonia Sea and the Kingdom of Loen Hornacis Mountain Range.
Since the founding of Intis, the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun has dominated the country, suppressing the Church of the God of Craftsmanship until the latter changed its name to the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery. Therefore, this country is also known as the Land of the Sun.
"Let's go. Frye, you drive. Cesar can't withstand that long of Holy Symbol Purification," Dunn calmly instructed.
Cecil Francis is an administrative staff member responsible for purchasing and requisitioning supplies, and also works part-time as a coachman. However, he is an ordinary person and cannot stay within fifteen meters of the Sealed Artifact "3-0782" for more than an hour. According to Klein, it takes at least two and a half hours to get from Zouteland Street to Ramde Town, not including the time to go around Daffodil Street.
"Okay." Frye didn't refuse, but checked his belongings again to make sure nothing was missing.
As the last rays of the Sun bathed the spire of the town's church in golden light, the Nighthawks team's carriages, which had circled Daffodil Street, finally arrived in Ramde.
This small town is located northwest of Tingen. Many of its buildings still retain characteristics of the pre -Steam age. There are almost no factories, and it serves as a trading hub for all the surrounding villages.
After parking the carriage in its designated spot at the town inn, Dunn glanced at the barbershop across the street and said:
"I just asked the locals. It only takes a quarter of an hour to walk from here to the abandoned castle on the mountain. It's said that it belonged to the lord who ruled this place at the end of the Quaternary period, but something happened to it later, and it became what it is now. Of course, their descriptions can only be considered folk tales."
"Okay, let's go there now, deal with that Wraith before dark, and then take turns guarding '3-0782' to keep it away from ordinary people?"
Three hours have passed since Dunn obtained the " Mutated Holy Emblem of the Sun ". He is getting closer and closer to the limit of Beyonder. Soon, they will have to separate to give each other time to recover.
"Okay," Frye replied briefly.
"I'm fine." Klein discreetly touched the " Sleeping Charm " and " Requiem Charm " in his pocket.
Three Nighthawks, dressed in black trench coats and wearing matching top hats or felt hats, walked through the town streets and took a side road toward the nearby hill. The road was overgrown with weeds and bushes, but it was wide enough for two carriages to ride abreast.
Before long, they saw an ancient castle with collapsed outer walls, its still-standing outer walls covered with green plants, while the exposed areas were mottled.
Before even getting close, Klein felt a bone-chilling cold, and goosebumps suddenly rose on his arms.
"There are indeed Wraith," Frye said, gazing at the castle with a flat tone.
Dunn glanced at a newly appointed Nighthawks and smiled, saying:
"Don't worry, with '3-0782' and Frye, the Wraith won't cause too much trouble."
Holding a specially made revolver in one hand and Mutated Holy Emblem of the Sun in the other, he took the lead and walked towards the ruins of the ancient castle.
Klein followed closely behind, ready to pull the trigger, or throw his cane and use a spell at any moment.
Waaaaah!
When Dunn was less than five meters from the castle, and the dilapidated stables and well came into Klein's view, a chilling wind, which could be described as desolate, blew out, as if rejecting the uninvited guest's arrival.
The three Nighthawks did not stop, but continued forward. The warm and pure feeling gradually dispelled the chill and occupied the front of the castle.
They stepped over the piled stones and through the collapsed outer wall, slowly entering the ancient castle that had lost its gate, and treading on the broken floor tiles.
The castle hall, with its collapsed stone pillars and moss-covered walls, is quite spacious, but the small windows, located high up, make it difficult to get light, resulting in a dim and gloomy atmosphere.
This is also a characteristic of ancient architecture from the end of the Quaternary Period and the beginning of the Fifth Period... The pseudo-historian Klein made his judgment instinctively and secretly activated his Spirit Vision.
Just then, a phantom but piercing roar erupted, and thick black mist suddenly spread out from nowhere, resisting the erosion of warmth and purity.
A tall figure quickly emerged from the black mist, dressed in full black armor and carrying a broadsword that was difficult for a normal person to wield.
This Wraith was exactly the same as the Klein had seen in Elizabeth's dream; two flame-like Red Light pierced through the gaps in the mask, staring coldly but angrily at the three Nighthawks.
"You have disturbed my slumber! You must pay with blood and flesh!" He suddenly strode forward, closing in on Dunn in an instant, and slashed down heavily with his broadsword.
Dunn nimbly stepped back and fired a shot with a bang.
when!
The silver Demon Hunting Bullets failed to penetrate the illusory black armor, striking it with a crisp but unrealistic sound.
Klein and Frye stepped aside simultaneously. One gripped his gun with one hand, aimed at the two flashes of light at the black-armored knight's eyes, and pulled the trigger. The other's eyes turned a deep, serene gray-white as he intently examined the Wraith.
The black-armored knight roared again, striding after Dunn and sweeping his broadsword horizontally.
Bang!
The broadsword failed to wound Dunn, but it sent him flying, crashing heavily into the doorway and spitting blood.
With a clang, "3-0782" landed on the ground. The Wraith, wearing iron boots, kicked out with its right foot, sending the dangerous badge that was constantly Purification its surroundings flying out of the castle gate and out of its own 15-meter radius.
Klein had missed with his shot, felt a mix of worry, tension, and strangeness upon seeing this scene, as if he were observing the changes before him with a calm, rational, and detached perspective.
Bang!
He fired another shot, the silver Demon Hunting Bullets striking the Wraith's mask, sending sparks flying but causing no apparent damage.
"Right-hand glove!" Just then, Frye, who was usually cold and gloomy, shouted, his voice full of anxiety.
Before he finished speaking, he raised his revolver and aimed it at the iron gauntlet on the right side of the Wraith.
Bang! Bang! Almost instinctively doing as Frye instructed, Klein pulled the trigger, firing silver Demon Hunting Bullets at the same time as his opponent.
This time, the Wraith didn't use its armor to block the bullets head-on. Instead, it prepared in advance, raising its broadsword and easily deflecting the two bullets.
Thud! He took a step forward and charged towards Klein at breakneck speed, crashing directly into him.
Klein was sent flying backward, seeing the dent in his chest and that he was vomiting blood, but he felt no discomfort whatsoever.
He suddenly realized what was happening, fell to the ground, rolled around, and screamed in agony.
Suddenly, the castle, the Wraith, the collapsed pillars, and the moss covering the ground shattered eerily, and everything returned to the moment when the black mist filled the air and the black-armored knight had just appeared.
The only difference was that Dunn clenched his fists, bent his body slightly, and his gray eyes became dark and deep.
Sure enough, everything before was a dream. The captain pulled the Wraith, me, and Frye into his dream at the same time, but I was special and was able to remain clear-headed and rational... Klein found himself still standing two meters to Dunn's right, without spitting blood or screaming.
Just then, Dunn straightened up, looked at the vengeful Wraith about to strike, and calmly said:
"It's been more than a minute."
The Wraith paused for a moment, then let out a shrill scream, its body beginning to emit black mist, as if it had received a death sentence.
Corpses and ghosts that are not Evil Spirit cannot exist within a 15-meter radius of the " Mutated Holy Emblem of the Sun " for more than one minute!
Holy crap, Captain, you're so handsome! Klein, watching this scene, almost blurted out "666".
Dunn's use of his dream abilities wasn't to use his home-field advantage to kill the Wraith; it was merely to buy time!
In a warm and pure atmosphere, the black mist evaporated rapidly, and the chill gradually disappeared. Before long, the Wraith knight, clad in full armor and dragging a massive broadsword, became completely transparent and merged into the void.
when!
A black iron glove fell to the ground, its surface covered with a few specks of white frost.
Klein was about to ask the captain whether they should pick up the "dropped items" when his eyes swept across the area and Spirit Intuition suddenly struck him.
The steps separating the castle's main hall and dining room seemed to be beckon him with a powerful yet surreal sense of pain and filth!