Plop! Plop! Plop!
Klein's heart suddenly began to beat violently. It contracted into a ball and then suddenly expanded, causing his body to tremble slightly as well.
For a moment, he almost forgot what he was supposed to do and what he should do until the figure of the intruder suddenly paused, slightly tilted its ear, as if hearing something change.
"The blood" returned to the brain. Klein regained his basic thinking ability and reached under the pillow, grasping the wooden handle of the revolver.
The hard and smooth sensation came, and his emotions quickly stabilized. He slowly and silently pulled the gun out and aimed it at the intruder's head.
To be honest, he had no idea if he could hit the opponent. Although he had been able to hit the target stably before, the concept of moving people and fixed targets was completely different. He hadn't been so arrogant as to confuse the two.
However, he vaguely remembered a sentence from a previous life, roughly meaning that the greatest power of a nuclear bomb only exists before it is launched.
At this time and in this environment, the principle was the same. The best deterrence is before the bullet is fired!
Without pulling the trigger, without blindly firing, the opponent wouldn't be sure if they were a novice, and there was a great possibility that they wouldn't hit him. He would worry, he would fear, he would consider many things, so much so that he was adding constraints to himself!
In an instant, one after another idea emerged, making Klein make a decision immediately. He was not the kind of person who was calmer in more dangerous situations; instead, he had already anticipated the scene of being watched by the monitor and had anticipated using intimidation rather than attack.
There is an idiom in the Chinese-speaking country, "Preparedness prevents danger!"
When Klein's gun barrel was aimed at the intruder, the thin man suddenly froze, as if sensing something.
Immediately after that, he heard a voice with a light chuckle:
"Sir, good evening."
The thin man's hands quietly closed, his body seemed to tense. Klein was sitting on the lower bunk, using the gun to aim at his head, and his tone was as calm and natural as possible:
"Please raise your hands, turn your body, move as slowly as possible. To be honest, I'm a timid and easily nervous person. If you move too fast, I might be scared and I can't guarantee that there won't be a misfire. Yes, that's it."
The thin man's hands were half-raised beside his head, and he slowly turned his body. The first thing Klein saw was the neatly buttoned black tight-fitting clothes, and then the two thick and sharp brown eyebrows.
Klein couldn't see fear in his blue eyes; instead, he felt as if he would be suddenly pounced on by the vicious beast and torn to pieces.
He tightened his grip on the gun handle, trying his best to keep his expression calm and indifferent.
Until the thin man was completely facing him, he raised his chin and pointed to the door, softly and gently saying:
"Sir, let's go out and talk. Don't disturb others' dreams, well, move slowly and walk lightly. This is the basic courtesy of a gentleman..."
The thin man's cold eyes turned and glanced at Klein, still half-raised his hands, and walked step by step towards the door.
Under the aim of the revolver, he turned the handle and slowly opened the door.
Just as the door was half-opened, he suddenly crouched down, rolled forward, and the door, as if pulled by a strong wind, banged shut with a loud noise.
"Um..." The upper bunk's Benson was startled by this huge noise and was in a daze, about to wake up.
At this moment, a melodious and peaceful melody came from outside, a deep and soothing voice chanting:
"Ah, the threat of fear, the red hope!
At least one thing is true: this life is fleeting.
One thing is true, the rest are lies,
The flower blooms once and then will pass away..." (Note 1)
This poem seemed to have the power to relax and stabilize people. The upper bunk's Benson and Melissa in the middle room, and others, fell asleep again in a daze.
Klein was both physically and mentally calm, and he almost yawned.
The agile movement of the thin man as he got out of the vehicle was so swift that he didn't have time to react.
Looking at the closed door, he smiled slightly and muttered to himself:
"Believe it or not, this bullet is actually an empty one."
Preventing accidental discharge of the empty bullet!
Next, Klein listened to the midnight poems, patiently waiting for the battle outside to end.
In just one minute, the tranquility, like the melody of the moonlit lake, stopped, and the night returned to the deepest silence.
Klein silently slid the cylinder, moved the empty slot aside, and waited for the result to emerge.
This waited for ten minutes. Just as he was feeling uneasy and hesitating whether to go out and investigate, finally, from the door came the calm and gentle voice of Dunn Smith:
"Done."
He let out a sigh of relief. He picked up the revolver, took the key, stood barefoot, and cautiously approached the door, opening it silently and stepping out. He saw Dunn Smith, in a black windbreaker and a half-height hat, with deep gray eyes, standing opposite him.
He closed the door with his back, followed Dunn to the end of the corridor, and stood in the faint crimson moonlight.
"Time was wasted entering his dreams," Dunn said, looking out at the red moon in the window, his tone calm.
"Know his background now?" Klein relaxed a lot.
Dunn nodded slightly.
"An ancient organization called 'The Priory'. They were established in the Quaternary Period, related to the Solomon Empire and some fallen nobles at that time. Well, the notes of the Antigonus family originated from them. Because a member's negligence, they entered the antique market and were obtained by Welch. They had to send people to search everywhere."
Without waiting for Klein to ask, he stopped and said:
"We will capture some of their members based on the clues. Well, there might not be a very good outcome. These guys are like rats in the sewer, very good at hiding, but at least they will understand that the notes of the Antigonus family might have been obtained by us, or that we have grasped the key clues. Then, as long as it's not a very crucial and important item, they will completely abandon this operation. This is their survival philosophy." "... "What if the notes are extremely crucial?" Klein asked worriedly.
Dunn smiled but didn't answer. Instead, he said:
"We know very little about the 'Mystic Order'. This success is largely due to your cleverness. This is your share of the credit. Considering the possible and latent dangers, as well as the enhancement of inspiration, you had a chance to make a choice once."
"A choice?" Klein vaguely guessed something and his breathing became heavier subconsciously.
Dunn suppressed his smile and said solemnly and seriously:
"Do you wish to become an extraordinary person? You can only choose the starting extraordinary person from the incomplete sequence."
"Of course. You can also give up this opportunity and choose to accumulate credit. Wait until it's sufficient to make you a 'Non-Sleeping One', that is, the initial guardian of the night, the first in the complete sequence given by the goddess, and controlled by the church."
Surely... Klein's heart leapt with joy. No hesitation appeared for the moment and he asked actively:
"Then which 'Sequence 9' can I choose?"
There must be detailed information to determine whether to give up, accept, and which one to choose!
Dunn turned his body, wearing the scattered crimson "gossamer veil", looking into Klein's eyes and slowly said:
"Besides the 'Non-Sleeping One', the church has three 'Sequence 9' potion formulas. One is called 'The Secret Seeker', which is the ability that old Neil has mastered. Oh, Rosan should have mentioned it to you. She always has trouble keeping her mouth shut."
Klein gave a sheepish smile and didn't know how to respond. Fortunately, Dunn didn't care and continued:
"Our 'Secret Seeker' potion formula and the unconnected part were obtained from the 'Morse Monastic Order'. At that time, they were said to not have fallen yet, still adhering to morality and discipline, pursuing knowledge, and keeping secrets strictly. Anyone who joined the order had to remain silent for five years after becoming a 'Secret Seeker', learning to be silent to facilitate practice and enhance concentration. The motto 'Do as you please, but do not harm' of the 'Secret Seeker' came from them."
"The 'Secret Seeker' has a comprehensive but preliminary understanding and mastery of mysterious knowledge such as magic, witchcraft, and astrology. They know many ritual magic, but can easily sense certain existences hidden behind things. They must be cautious and have great reverence for extraordinary power."
"We lack most of this sequence, so it can't be strung together in a chain. For example, its sequence 8, of course, perhaps the 'Temple' has it."
This almost meets all my requirements... Klein nodded slightly, having an impulse to choose.
Fortunately, he still remembered something else:
"Which are the other two?"
"The second one is called 'The Collector of Corpses'. Many of the cultists who worship the god of death in the southern continent chose it. After taking this potion, they will be mistaken for their own kind by the unintelligent undead and be spared from attack. They can endure cold, decay, and the influence of death breath, and can directly see some evil spirits, understand the characteristics and weaknesses of many undead creatures, and gain some improvements in physical qualities. We have its subsequent sequence 8 and sequence 7. Haha, you should be able to guess its sequence 7, 'The Seer'! This was Daria's choice originally." Dunn described it in detail.
"The Seer" indeed seems both mysterious and cool. However, what I most want is the mastery of mysterious knowledge... Klein didn't interrupt and listened quietly.
Dunn. Smith looked at the crimson moonlight and said:
"The third one we only have Sequence 9. The 'Temple' doesn't know if they have anything else hidden. It is called 'The Seer'."
Seer? Klein's pupils shrank slightly, thinking of the regret left by Emperor Rosel in his diary:
He regretted not choosing among apprentices, thieves, and Seers!