Thump! Thump! Thump! Klein's heart suddenly began to pound violently. It contracted into a ball and then suddenly expanded, causing his body to tremble slightly. For a moment, he almost forgot what he was supposed to do and what he should do. It wasn't until the intruder's figure paused and slightly tilted his ear as if he had heard something that "blood" flowed back to his brain and Klein regained his basic thinking ability. He reached under the pillow and grasped the wooden handle of the revolver. The hard and smooth touch came, and his emotions quickly stabilized. He calmly and silently pulled out the pistol and aimed it at the intruder's head. To be honest, he had no confidence in hitting the target. Although he had been able to hit the target steadily before, a moving person and a fixed target were completely different concepts. He wasn't so arrogant as to confuse the two. However, he vaguely remembered a saying from his previous life, which roughly meant that the greatest power of a nuclear bomb only existed before it was launched. In this situation and environment, the principle was the same. The best deterrence was before the bullet was fired! Don't pull the trigger, don't fire blindly. The other party won't be sure if he's a novice and is very likely to miss him. He will be worried, he will be afraid, he will consider many things, and thus put himself in a bind! In an instant, one thought after another emerged, allowing Klein to make a decision immediately. He wasn't the type of person who became calmer in a crisis. Instead, he had long imagined the scene of encountering a watcher and had planned to use intimidation rather than attack. There's a saying in the Great Gluttonous Nation: "Preparedness prevents peril!" When Klein's gun was pointed at the intruder, the slender man suddenly froze, as if sensing something. Then, he heard a voice with a light laugh: "Good evening, sir." The slender man's hands slowly clenched, his body tensing. Klein sat on the lower bunk of the bunk bed, aiming the gun at his head, and spoke in a relaxed and natural tone: "Please raise your hands, turn around, and do it slowly. To be honest, I'm a timid and easily nervous person. If you move too fast, I'll be scared and can't guarantee that there won't be an accidental discharge. Yes, that's it." The slender man raised his hands to the side of his head and slowly turned around. The first thing that caught Klein's eyes was the neatly buttoned black tight-fitting suit, followed by two thick and sharp brown-yellow eyebrows. Klein couldn't see fear in his blue eyes. Instead, he felt like he was being stared at by a fierce beast, as if a slight mistake would cause the other party to pounce on him and tear him to pieces. He tightened his grip on the gun handle, trying to keep his expression calm and composed. Only when the slender man was facing him completely did he nod his chin and point to the door, saying gently and softly: "Sir, let's go outside and talk. Don't disturb others' dreams. Yes, move slowly and step lightly. This is the most basic courtesy of a gentleman..." The slender man's cold eyes turned and glanced at Klein. He still held his hands half-raised and walked towards the door step by step. Under the aim of the revolver, he turned the handle and slowly opened the door. Just as the door was half-open, he suddenly crouched down and rolled forward, while the door seemed to be pulled by a strong wind and slammed shut with a bang. "Hmm..." Benson on the upper bunk was startled by the loud noise and was about to wake up. At that moment, a melodious and peaceful melody came from outside, and a deep and soothing voice sang: "Oh, the threat of fear, the hope of crimson! At least one thing is true: this life is fleeting. One thing is true, the rest is lies, After blooming once, it will pass away from this world..." This poem seemed to have the power to relax and calm people. Benson on the upper bunk and Melissa and others in the inner room fell back into a daze and fell asleep again. Klein was at peace both physically and mentally, almost yawning. The slender man's escape had been so swift that he hadn't had time to react. Looking at the closed door, he smiled slightly and muttered to himself, "You won't believe it, but the bullet I fired was a blank." Preventing accidental discharge of a blank! Next, Klein listened to the midnight poem, patiently waiting for the battle outside to end. Just a minute later, the melody that was as peaceful as the moonlit lake ceased, and the night returned to its deepest silence. Klein silently turned the cylinder, moving the empty chamber away, waiting for the outcome. He waited for ten minutes. Just as he was feeling uneasy and considering whether to go out and investigate, Dunn Smith's steady and gentle voice finally came from the door: "Done." Klein let out a breath, picked up his revolver, took the key, and, barefoot, approached the door carefully, opening it soundlessly and stepping out. He saw Dunn Smith standing opposite, wearing a black overcoat that reached his knees, a half-brimmed hat, and having deep grey eyes. Closing the door behind him, he followed Dunn to the end of the corridor, standing in the faint crimson moonlight. "It took some time to enter his dream," Dunn said, looking out the window at the red moon, his tone calm. "Did you find out his background?" Klein relaxed a bit. Dunn nodded slightly and said, "An ancient organization called the 'Mithraic Order'. They were established in the Fourth Age and were related to the Solomon Empire and some of the fallen nobles at that time. Huh, the Antigonus family's notes originated from them. Due to a member's negligence, they ended up in the antique market and were obtained by Welch. They had to send people to search everywhere." Before Klein could ask, Dunn paused and continued, "We'll use the clues to track down some of their members. Well, it might not have a great outcome. These guys are as good at hiding as rats in the sewers, but at least they'll understand that the Antigonus family's notes might have been obtained by us, or that we have key clues. Then, as long as it's not something extremely crucial and important, they'll give up this operation completely. That's their survival philosophy." "... "What if the notes are extremely crucial and important?" Klein asked worriedly. Dunn smiled but didn't answer. Instead, he said, "We know very little about the 'Secret Society'. This time, we were able to succeed thanks to your quick thinking. This is your share of the credit. Considering the possible hidden dangers and the help of improved inspiration in finding the notes, you have one chance to make a choice." "A choice?" Klein guessed something and his breathing unconsciously became heavier. Dunn's smile faded, and he said seriously, "Do you want to become a supernatural being? You can only choose from incomplete sequences." "Of course, you can also give up this opportunity and choose to accumulate merits until you can become a 'Sleepless One', the first of the Night Watchmen bestowed by the Goddess, and the beginning of a complete sequence held by the Church." Sure enough... Klein's heart was filled with joy, and he didn't hesitate for the moment. He asked proactively, "Then which 'sequences' can I choose from?" Only with detailed information can I determine whether to give up or accept, and which one to choose specifically! Dunn turned his body, his red "veil" flowing, and looked into Klein's eyes as he said slowly, "Apart from the Sleepless One, the Church has three other 'sequence 9' potion formulas. One is called 'The Seer', which is the ability that Old Neil had. Haha, Rosan should have mentioned it to you. She can never keep her mouth shut." Klein smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to respond. Fortunately, Dunn didn't mind and continued, "Our 'The Seer' potion formula and the subsequent parts that don't connect were obtained from the 'Moss Monks'. At that time, they were said to not have fallen yet, still adhering to morality and discipline, pursuing knowledge, and strictly keeping secrets. Anyone who joined the order had to learn to be silent after becoming a 'The Seer' to aid in their practice and improve their concentration. The phrase 'Do as you please, but do no harm' is a saying of the 'The Seer' that originated from them." "The 'The Seer' has a comprehensive but preliminary understanding and mastery of magic, witchcraft, astrology, and other mysterious knowledge. They know many ritual magic spells, but they can easily sense certain existences hidden behind things and must be cautious and full of awe for supernatural powers." "We lack most of this sequence, so it's fragmented and doesn't form a complete chain. For example, its sequence 8. Of course, perhaps the 'Sanctuary' has it." This almost meets all my requirements... Klein nodded slightly, feeling the urge to choose. Fortunately, he still remembered something else: "What about the other two?" "The second one is called 'The Undertaker'. Many of the death-worshipping cultists in the South Continent choose it. After taking this potion, they can be mistaken for their kind by mindless undead and avoid attacks. They can endure the erosion of cold, decay, and the stench of death, directly see some evil spirits, understand the characteristics and weaknesses of many undead creatures, and gain some physical improvements. We have its sequence 8 and sequence 7. Haha, you should be able to guess its sequence 7, 'The Medium'! This was Daley's choice." Dunn described it in detail. "The Medium" does look mysterious and cool, but what I want most is the mastery of esoteric knowledge... Klein didn't interrupt and listened quietly. Dunn Smith turned his head to look at the red moonlight and said, "The third one we only have sequence 9. Whether the 'Sanctuary' has other parts, I'm not sure. It's called 'The Diviner'." "The Diviner?" Klein's pupils constricted slightly, thinking of the regret left by Emperor Roselle in his diary: He regretted not choosing among the apprentice, thief, and diviner!
