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At 2 Daffodil Street, Klein nodded to Azke and walked quickly to the front of the house, pulling out the key and opening the door.

Melissa, who had already returned home, heard the sound of the lock cylinder turning and was busy from the kitchen to the living room.

Seeing Klein, she opened her eyes brightly:

"I bought good food, chicken, potatoes, onions, meat fish, turnips and peas. I also bought a small jar of honey."

Sister, do you also adapt to the occasional little "luxury"? Klein smiled low:

"Today you have to prepare dinner, don't worry about my one. I have something to go out, maybe I have to come back in the early morning, um, help Azick faculty, a faculty member of the history department of Hoy."

While talking, he turned half-turned and pointed to the carriage waiting outside the door.

Melissa’s lips were stretched twice, and she shouted:

"Ok."

Klein bid farewell to his sister, walked out of the gate, went to the rental carriage hired by Azke, and spent two hours and forty minutes arriving at the town of Ramde.

At this time, it is close to nine o'clock, and the sky is all black. It only relies on the blushing moon and the trivial stars that occasionally penetrate the clouds to illuminate the place without gas lamps.

After telling the driver to wait in the town, Klein led Azk and embarked on the road to the abandoned castle.

Walking and walking, he found that Azick was getting faster and faster, so that he had to trotting to keep up. In the end, even Azick led the way.

Klein wanted to say something, but when he saw the silent face and tight lips, he would wisely swallow the words back into his throat.

At this speed, the two did not take long to come to the abandoned castle.

Almost quickly turned into ruins, it stretched around the body in the darkness of the darkness, leaving the spires to the sky, desolate, wild, gloomy, and bleak.

Azick stared at the abandoned old castle and slowed down his footsteps.

He stopped there, his eyes wide and sometimes blurred, as if he had been succumbing to dreams and reality.

Suddenly, he snorted and raised his hand to hold his forehead, and the muscles on his face were twisted to his knees.

"Mr. Azick, you, what's wrong with you?" Klein started to ask, and cautiously asked.

As early as on the way to the rental carriage back to Narcissus Street, he made a quick divination in a hidden way by playing coins, predicting that the return to Ramde was almost no danger.

But he believes that divination is not omnipotent, always beware of his own interpretation errors, or the organization of divination statements, and Azick faculty is a mysterious strong, no one knows what he used to be, he does not know him. Clarity, alertness, and worry become a normal mood for Klein.

Azick did not answer immediately, and the expression painfully went up the first two steps, loosening the hand holding the forehead, pointing to the front, with a nightmare-like tone:

"I have seen this castle in my dreams."

"At the time, it was still complete, with a strong façade and a towering spire."

"I remember there was a stable, there was a well, where the soldiers were in the barracks, where a field was opened to grow potatoes and sweet potatoes..."

"I remember there was a driving range, my child, he was a boy. When he was seven or eight years old, he liked to drag a broad sword higher than him and ran around, saying that he would become a knight in the future..."

"My wife always complains that the castle is too dark, she likes the sun, she likes the warmth..."

......

Klein, who is examining the color of the opponent's gas field, hears the scalp numb, but is slightly moved, just like experiencing a strange story.

This ancient castle really has a relationship with Mr. Azko... Is he really the first Baron Ramde, a superb creature that lived for 1,340 years? Is he a human or a evil spirit? No, there are evils running under the sun, and the evil spirits who have had contact with the night... Klein can't control his own thoughts, let them collide with each other and stimulate more ideas.

At this moment, Azke stopped the proverb and stepped into the door.

He walked all the way to the inside, and without the guidance of Klein, he found the institution and opened the secret door to the basement.

Holding the cane tightly, Klein stepped behind the other two steps, down the ladder, and back to the place where the coffin was placed.

Different from what I saw before, the lid of the coffin has been closed, and the feeling of warmth and purity has also disappeared.

The coffin was covered... It should be Frye’s work, this is the professional ethics of the “collector”... Klein nodded thoughtfully, and looked at the emotionally confused Azick teacher in front of the coffin .

Azke reached out and pushed the coffin cover and launched a gap.

He stared at the white bone in his head for a long time, and suddenly a cry of sadness and pain.

Hey, Azker stepped back heavily, and before Klein reacted, he fell and fell against the wall.

He covered his face with his palm and sat in a decadent manner, and the surrounding environment became darker.

Klein grabbed the first two steps, but he had to stretch his hand, but he shrank back and didn't bother.

At this moment, his inspiration told him that Mr. Azke is very terrible now, and it is terrible to the basement to become cold and cold.

Klein moved silently and approached the ladder.

He believes in the character of Mr. Azick, but he is afraid that the other person will get out of control.

In such uneasiness, he waited for a few minutes and finally saw Azick put down his hands and slowly stood up.

Mr. Azick seems to have changed a bit... This is the answer that inspiration gives me... But in the spirit, his color of the gas field has not changed significantly, and his mood is as low, lost and painful as before. Ryan quickly judged and felt that Azick teachers became deeper and more majestic.

"I think of some things, but only a small part." Azick said in a moodless tone.

Then he looked around for a circle:

"I am here to detect the power that makes your fate uncoordinated."

“Ah?” Klein first glimpsed, and immediately asked, “Can you trace its source?”

The behind-the-scenes black hand living in the red chimney house, in addition to secretly making a coincidence, also came to Ramd Castle and took the head of the black full-body armor knight?

What does he want to do? What is his real purpose?

"It’s been too long, but I want to give it a try." Azick’s low voice seemed to contain the volcano that was about to erupt.

“How to try?” Kline asked curiously.

Azick walked back in front of the coffin and stared at the white bones inside:

"He took the skull of my child and I want to find him with the help of blood."

Your child? Mr. Azick, do you confirm that the black knight is your child? You are really old-fashioned... Is it really memorable once in a while? And this is the price of getting a long life? Klein secretly took a breath and had the illusion of touching mythological creatures.

At this time, Azke stretched out his right hand and scratched his index finger with a sharp sharp thumb nail.

A drop of red blood fell and was accurately stained on the white bone.

It quickly soaks in and instantly turns the whole bones into blood red.

Wow! Wow! Wow! Klein suddenly heard the baby crying, feeling who was staring at himself.

He jerked out the revolver, pointed to the rear, and then slowly turned, but his eyes were empty and nothing existed.

Even the ladder to the ground does not exist!

Wow! Wow~!

The baby cried into Klein's ear, and once again he looked at the coffin position, and saw that there were a piece of invisible or distorted face mixed with black fog, which turned into a strange door.

Oops!

The illusory door was wide open, and a pale arm rushed out, but in front of Azick, they all transpired into black fog.

Through the crack in the door, Klein saw a white skull that was randomly discarded under a dark brown tree and rotted into powder in the wind.

Dangdang!

Numerous pale arms were pinched off by the suddenly closed doors and fell to the ground.

At this time, Klein heard a long sigh, the sigh from Mr. Azick, piercing a heavy historical sigh.

With this sigh, the black mist disappeared abruptly, the baby's crying stopped, and everything returned to its original state, but it was a lot colder.

Klein gritted his teeth and shuddered, looking into the coffin, and saw the red bones turn back into white, crystal white.

"I'm sorry, I didn't find him..." Azke, who was facing Klein, said quietly.

At the same time, he reached out and closed the coffin cover.

"I didn't find it normal. I can find it is a surprise." Klein comforted the other person.

Anyway, I have been disappointed many times in this matter... He silently added in his heart.

Azick looked at the coffin in front of him and turned slowly:

"I will continue to trace down and hope to get your help."

"No problem, this is exactly what I want to do." Kline resisted the urge to "a red chimney" to tell Azick now.

Because it is useless to say it, it is only by himself that he can confirm the goal.

However, this also solved his big problem, that is, after finding the red chimney house, how to introduce the problem of the night--he does not believe that he can kill such a mysterious and terrible behind-the-scenes hand.

Now, he can seek the help of Mr. Azick!

Azick opened his mouth and finally said nothing. He just sighed and walked silently toward the ladder.

Out of the basement, the secret door was closed, and the two walked along the weeds and thorny roads, and no one spoke to the abandoned castle.

In the rich night, Azke suddenly said:

"When this matter is resolved, I will resign and leave Tingen to pursue my lost past."

"Mr. Azick, do you understand what happened to you?" Klein asked curiously.