The cry of the night raven mingled with the chirping of insects, reverberating along the road leading from the abandoned castle to the town. Azek gazed ahead, silent for several seconds before saying:
"Although it's not completely certain yet, there's already a certain idea."
"Perhaps, perhaps I am a person who has lived for a very long time."
Mr. Azek, actually, you can seriously consider whether you still fall within the category of 'human'... Klein replied to himself in his heart, but didn't dare to say it out loud.
In this desolate wilderness, in this deep night, it always makes one feel weak...
"I should have paid some price to obtain such a long life. From the end of the Quaternary period all the way to the present, like a ghost wandering across the continents..." Azek's voice was low, as if suppressing his inner emotions. "I don't remember the past. I have forgotten those people and events I swore to remember..."
Klein thoughtfully tapped the weeds ahead with his walking stick and said:
"Mr. Azek, I have a conjecture about your situation."
"What conjecture?" Azek turned his head to look at his companion.
"I think your forgetting is cyclical. Maybe every few decades, you die once, clearing away the previous memories, and then, after a certain period of time, you wake up from the dark slumber and start a new life. Only in this way can it explain your different dreams, which are the things you have encountered in different lives." Klein described his speculation.
Azek's steps suddenly slowed down, as if pulled by the darkness, his gaze was deep and he looked ahead for a while before saying:
"This coincides with some of the memories that woke up after the stimulation just now."
Woke up some memories after the stimulation? Klein's heart stirred and he blurted out:
"Mr. Azek, perhaps you don't need to leave Tingen to search for the lost past. You will gradually recall it!"
"Why?" Azek tilted his head in surprise.
Klein smiled slightly and said:
"Your memories haven't completely disappeared. The partial awakening after the stimulation today is proof of that."
"Also, do you remember when you woke up in Beckland and found that you had forgotten the past events?"
Azek nodded gravely and said: "This has always been a nightmare that troubles me."
Klein tapped the silver-plated black walking stick and explained specifically:
"Before today, I didn't think there was anything wrong with this matter, but combining your description just now and my own conjecture, it seemed a bit strange. When you wake up in a daze from the dream, you have new identity proof and sufficient money, and an appearance that doesn't scare others... All of this is like an arrangement, allowing you to quickly integrate into society."
"And who arranged all this?"
"The answer is only the past you!"
"The past you regained your memory and knew that a new life was approaching, so you arranged everything afterwards, trying to avoid being suspected."
Azek stopped and looked at the sparse and dim points of light in the distant town, falling into a long silence once again.
"Perhaps the 'parents' I have been searching for are the past me..." He sighed and implicitly acknowledged Klein's reasoning was very persuasive.
"So, you don't need to do anything. Just wait patiently and your memories will gradually recover." Klein concluded, comforting the other.
Azek unconsciously waved his walking stick, and then the entire person seemed to transform into a marble statue.
After a long time, he looked far into the distance and replied:
"Perhaps, perhaps when the old life comes to an end, I will fully recover my memories. I don't want to wait that long. I want to have ample time to figure out and get rid of this fate, so I must actively search for the past, stimulate myself bit by bit, and complete the awakening in your conjecture in advance, and waiting will only make me repeat the previous cycle."
"This is indeed the most anticipated choice." Klein did not try to persuade the other person any further. Instead, he said, "Mr. Azek, apart from helping each other to find the criminal who disrupted my fate and took your child's skull, could I ask you to do me a small favor? A trivial favor?"
Azek nodded slightly and said:
"What do you need me to do?"
Klein organized his words and said, "I hope you can do something in the town near Tingen next week, or the week after. The time you spend on the carriage ride should be more than two hours and no more than five hours. In those towns, create some supernatural events, not ones that harm people. Well, judging from the way you traced the criminal based on the bloodline connection, I think you should be quite good at certain aspects of the necromancy field."
"No problem." Azek agreed without hesitation, without asking why the other person wanted to do that.
At the same time, he also tacitly accepted Klein's speculation about his abilities.
"Thank you. This matter is very important to me. Well, when you choose the target for the supernatural events, you can only select the followers of the Night Goddess, and don't leave any clues." Klein added.
Only in this way will the event be transferred to the Tingen Night Watch Team. Only in this way can he join the task team and propose to use the sealing object "3-0782". Only in this way can he steal the sealing object, that is, the divine blood power within the "Mutated Sun Emblem", and create the "Yang炎 Spell咒"!
This is the most powerful item he can obtain at present.
—While the mastermind living in the red chimney house has not left Tingen yet, and while he is constantly conducting investigations himself, Klein must do everything possible to become stronger!
Well, according to the knowledge I have acquired, stealing just a little bit of power will not cause damage to "3-0782", at most reducing the duration of its purification effect... This is for the peace and stability of the Tingen City! Klein defended himself to himself in his heart.
Azek did not care about the other person's purpose. He still nodded and said:
"I will tell you the name of the town and the approximate time in advance so that you can be prepared."
Sigh... Klein let out a deep breath and felt that Ramde Town was not wasted on him:
Well, although it only revealed the outermost layer of mystery of Mr. Azek's heavy secrecy, there are still more unknowns and unsolved issues, but at least he gained his friendship, and found a reliable ally sufficient to deal with the mastermind behind the scenes!
......
At 11:30 p.m., Klein, exhausted, sleepy and hungry, returned to No. 2 Narcissus Street.
"Mr. Azek didn't even invite me for dinner... Oh, his current state makes him unable to even think about eating..." Klein muttered silently as he took out the key and opened the door.
The house was not as dark as he had expected. A delicate gas lamp quietly emitted light, making the living room warm and bright, and giving Benson, who was sitting alone on the sofa, a layer of bright "clothing".
Seeing the open door, Benson, holding books, was about to speak, but suddenly yawned and had to cover his mouth with his hand.
Klein closed the door and, seemingly casually, smiled and said:
"We went to the Ramdor Town with Mr. Azek. There is an ancient abandoned castle with a long history there."
Benson suddenly understood and smiled:
"An evening without the moon, an abandoned castle that has been around for thousands of years, a cold and eerie environment, and only a two-person archaeological team - this is the standard beginning of an eerie novel."
Everything that happened tonight really can be considered an eerie event... Klein thought about the strange gate that Mr. Azek had created, and the cries of babies, and said slightly frightenedly:
"In such an environment, there is indeed this feeling."
Benson yawned again, then closed the books and said: "I have to go to sleep. Since I started learning grammar and reading classical literature, my sleep quality has become very good."
Klein chuckled to himself and suddenly remembered what Miss Justice had mentioned, so he lowered his voice and said:
"Benson, you know, our company has a certain relationship with the police department of Ahova County. Recently, I heard a rumor from Beekland that the king, the prime minister, the ministers and the parliamentarians are tired of the inefficient and sluggish government and plan to carry out reforms by selecting talents through public examinations, just like the university entrance exams."
Benson was initially confused, then his eyes lit up and he asked inquisitively:
"Public examinations?"
"Yes, as long as you pass the exam, you can also become an employee of the government to handle specific affairs. I guess, um, I guess, the content of the exam will be modeled after the university entrance exam, grammar, classical literature, certain mathematical and logical abilities, and basic legal knowledge..." Klein took the opportunity to instill his ideas and added, "Benson, this matter must be kept secret, and you shouldn't have too high hopes. No one knows if it will be passed by the upper and lower houses."
"I'll remember it. I understand that I just need to study hard."
Benson smiled and took over the conversation, "Regardless of whether there is this matter or not, I will study hard to get out of my current situation as soon as possible and find a better job. Learning is the biggest difference between humans and the curly-haired baboons."
No, scientific research shows that baboons have a relatively high intelligence and possess certain learning abilities... Klein muttered to himself, and then watched Benson walk towards the second floor.
Then, he smiled and touched the swollen belly, and then walked towards the kitchen.
Finding the leftover food and the part of the chicken that Melissa had specially left, Klein relaxed his mood and prepared the "dinner".
At this time, outside was completely silent, the night was thick, most people had fallen asleep, and only he was breathing the mixed fragrant cool air, making some slight noises.
Everything was so peaceful and leisurely.
......
Having eaten and drunk enough, washed the dishes, and soaked himself, Klein returned to his bedroom and locked the wooden door.
He yawned, forced himself to stay alert, drew out the ritual silver dagger, and sealed the entire room with the spiritual barrier.
He was going to ascend above the mist to make a divination and summon "the fool who does not belong to this era" to see if there was any danger!