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Suddenly, he saw a pair of dark eyes slowly opening in front of him. This old man who looked like Gandalf was actually still alive!
Klein subconsciously took a step back and clenched the time spell in his hand. He had a hunch that the old man in front of him was Zaratul, whom Hastur had reminded him to be careful of!
"Finally, another fortune teller has come here." The old man wearing a black hood said in a vague and low voice.
He was like a living fossil, and at this moment, the stone surface outside his body was dispersing and he began to revive.
At the same time, Klein felt the palm of his right hand getting hot.
Then his right hand seemed to be out of control and slapped forward violently.
Obviously, he was still quite a distance away from the old man, at least three body lengths, but his slap actually landed on the old man's cheek with a very crisp sound, and even the old man's head tilted to the other side.
Klein was stunned.
I am currently formulating my speech
Zaratul was also stunned.
Seeing the bright red slap mark gradually creeping onto Zaratul’s face, and the cheek flesh still trembling, Klein swallowed with a trembling heart, subconsciously hid his right palm behind his back, and took a few steps back.
Silence, silence is the stillness after a slap.
The heat in Klein's right palm had dissipated. It was the time spell that Hastur had given him.
This is not a time spell at all, it is a space spell. Otherwise, how could it be so easy to hit Zaratul's face.
Zaratul, leader of the Secret Order, descendant of the great nobles of the Solomon Empire in the Fourth Epoch, the previous owner of the Antigonus family notebook, the navigator of Emperor Roselle’s extraordinary path, a true high-sequence diviner, and a secret existence as a Sequence 2 Miracle Master one or two hundred years ago...
Such a person, without any warning, was suddenly slapped hard by himself...
Even now, Klein still felt the pain in his palm. That slap was really too heavy.
Mr. Hasta has such a bad taste!
Zaratul, who was sitting behind the stone statue, was silent for a while, then his eyes gradually became sharper and he looked at Klein's right hand hidden behind his back.
Just now when Klein suddenly rushed over, he suddenly felt that time and space were imprisoned by some force, and the slap seemed to have crossed the distance of space and hit his old face hard. Although he did not feel any pain, he felt very uncomfortable.
The main reason was that I was caught off guard and was ambushed, otherwise that slap would not have been able to successfully land on my old face.
Could it be Him?
Amon the Blasphemer?
Among the people He knew, only Amon, who was the head of a family, loved such pranks the most.
Maybe Amon deliberately hid a trick on this young man, and then took advantage of his inattention to slap him in the face.
Oh, this is extremely bad behavior.
“Please forgive my offensive behavior just now. It was beyond my control, and it was not my intention.” Klein took the initiative to apologize, breaking the silence here.
"Young man, I believe you are not that kind of person, but should you tell me the story?"
"Before I came here, I met a black-haired young man wearing a monocle. He said that my fate would be very up and down recently. When I asked him for a solution, he handed me a spell, saying that it could protect my safety at a critical moment."
Klein naturally put the blame on Amon. Otherwise, he couldn't just betray Hastur like that, right?
Ha, it is indeed Him, the blasphemer Amon!
Zaratul smiled amiably after hearing this. "It seems that this is really just a misunderstanding. Can you let me help you look at the spell? As an old man who has experienced many years, I may be able to see the true use of the spell, so that you won't lose control again next time and cause unnecessary misunderstandings."
Klein wanted to find a reason to refuse, but the talisman in his palm suddenly became hot again, as if signaling him to hand the talisman to Zaratul in front of him.
This behavior made Klein reasonably suspect that Hastur was watching what was happening here through a screen.
Every move of life.
"Ok."
Klein reluctantly agreed, stretched out his right hand hidden behind his back, and removed the time charm on his palm.
Zaratul did not let Klein hand the talisman to him immediately. Instead, he looked at the talisman that suddenly slapped him from a certain distance.
"A hidden power, no wonder it can be concealed."
Zaratul murmured, and then carefully observed the twisted lines on the talisman.
"Let me see the back of this talisman."
He couldn't see much just from these distorted lines on the front.
Klein obediently turned the talisman over, and the starry sky was glowing slightly.
"Starry sky...the goddess of night?" Zaratul seemed to be in some kind of confusion.
When Klein heard this murmur, he had a general understanding of the state of Zaratul in front of him.
The old man in front of him should be an incarnation of Zaratul, and this incarnation has been here for a long time. Under the authority of the Goddess of Night, he cannot get in touch with the outside world at all.
Therefore, when it comes to interpreting the starry sky, He could only guess the goddess of night, and could not associate it with the stars that had just appeared recently.
Did Hastur anticipate this and therefore feel comfortable showing the talisman to Zaratul?
"Your generosity and honesty make me believe that you are not someone who would do such a rude thing as you just did."
Chara figure had an answer and withdrew his gaze.
Klein also pasted the talisman back on the palm of his right hand.
"This talisman does contain some kind of magical power, including secrecy, time, order, and the starry sky... It should be able to separate a piece of the starry sky and protect the holder."
Zaratul first affirmed the effect of the spell, and then raised his low voice slightly, "But this spell also contains the effects of tracking and positioning. It can be seen that the person who gave you this spell is not so kind. He wants to achieve a certain purpose through you."
At this point, Zaratul's eyes lit up and his expression was slightly moved.
Positioning and tracking, is this specifically aimed at my own body?
But was such an obvious trick really the work of Amon?
Moreover, Amon probably hasn't found Pales yet, and he's still some distance away from becoming a god, let alone dealing with himself first.
Marked prey?
Zaratul thought of a possibility. With Amon's mischievous mentality, he might want to scare and disgust him in this way.
Seeing that Zaratul hadn't responded for a long time, Klein took the initiative to ask, "After talking for so long, I still don't know how to address you?"
Zaratul paused, then smiled vaguely and said, "You can call me, um..."
"Zarath."
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Sure enough, it was Zaratul. It seemed that Hastur's slap was not the wrong person.
Klein's originally a little guilty mood suddenly felt much lighter. If this person was not Zaratul, it would be really bad to slap an old man for no reason.
If it was Zaratul, there would be no problem.
Just think of it as fighting for Emperor Russell, he really wanted to beat Zaratul.
"you know me?"
Zaratul's calm gaze, like a lake that has been silent for countless years, can easily reflect Klein's mental state.
Know that his emotions fluctuate when he hears his name.
"I've heard that last name before."
"In the historical materials of the Fourth Age Empire, it is a very remarkable surname."
Klein tried to keep himself as normal as possible to prevent Zaratul from easily seeing through his thoughts.
"The Fourth Age has passed so far away. Are today's young people also interested in that dusty history?"
"When I was in college, I majored in history, so I was involved in these ancient pasts."
"If you want to ask about the history of the Fourth Age, I may be able to give you some answers, which may subvert your understanding of existing history."
At this moment, Zaratul was like a kind and enthusiastic old teacher, with the light of recalling history in his eyes.
"Of course it's great."
Klein himself is indeed interested in the mist-like history. Since Zaratul is determined to pretend to be an enthusiastic old man, he will naturally not miss this good opportunity to ask questions.
He talked from the rise to the fall of the Solomon Empire, and asked some questions about the history of the Third Age.
Zaratul was very patient, and he basically gave answers to these questions.
I don’t know whether it’s out of professional habits or intentional. When answering questions, I always have reservations, just like when I take off my pants, I always only take them off halfway.
Not crisp and refreshing at all.
After chatting for twenty or thirty minutes, Klein gained a lot from Zaratul's narration of history, and he confirmed it with the knowledge he had.
"Do you want to leave here?" The image of Chara is a cunning devil who will choose to throw out a tempting bait at the right time when the conversation is harmonious.
"think."
"Then maybe I can help you."
"Why don't you get out of here yourself?"
"Haha, I am already dead. The me standing in front of you is just a historical image captured a long time ago."
Zaratul said this very easily, but it gave people a very pretentious feeling, which was more subtle and quiet than Russell's pretentiousness.
"If you have the opportunity to reach the peak of this extraordinary path, you will naturally understand that history is our best friend."
“I wish I could get that far and see it with my own eyes.”
Seeing that Klein seemed to recognize him, Zaratul told him how to leave here.
At the end, He sighed and said: "I just hope that my ashes can be scattered in the Celenzo River near Trier, the capital of Intis. That is my hometown and the place where I was born."
Gee, this acting is so good, I almost believe it.
If Zaratul was really dead, Hastur would never come in to deal with him, and the secret order would
He is still active in the mysterious world and has been searching for the Antigonus family notes.
As for the Zaratul in front of him being a historical image, it is also very doubtful.
Being locked up here by the goddess of the night cannot be a random historical image.