He pointed at Klein with his chin.

"That's not the point." Klein responded calmly.

Anderson shook his head and smiled wryly: "One of the murals is very strange, and it describes a pilgrimage team moving forward in the separated sea.

"The leader of this team is portrayed as an angel, with long silver-colored vest-length hair and soft features.

"I was the first to arrive at the mural, stretched out my right hand, and habitually sketched various lines out of thin air. Really, I didn't touch them. There was at least 5 centimeters apart. Who knew that the angel in the portrait was At that moment, I seemed to open my eyes."

...Your title of strongest hunter must have been forced out because of too many troubles... Klein sneered silently without any sympathy.

"A silver-haired angel?" Cattleya asked back.

"Yes, but I don't know which angel this is. At least it doesn't appear in the various paintings of the Seven Great Churches. Of course, it may have been added by the mural writer at will, and it may not be real." Anderson was about to stroke his hair. , only to find that the man opposite him in a T-shirt, brown jacket, and peaked cap was staring at him indifferently, as if he would launch an attack without hesitation as long as there was a slight movement.

At this time, Klein was thinking about another thing: "This guy is very professional in art. At least ordinary people can't understand so many religious paintings."

Cattleya, who didn't get a valid answer, immediately turned her head and looked at Klein, with a hint of questioning in her gaze.

She heard from Anderson Hood just now that Gehrman Sparrow had seen that mural.

Perhaps, this member of the organization gifted by the Lord can recognize which angel it is... "Admiral of the Stars" Cattleya somehow felt that Gehrman Sparrow might really know the answer.

Thinking that Ms. "The Hermit" would be able to get an answer by just asking casually at the next Tarot meeting, Klein didn't hide anything, and simply said: "Ourorius the Tail Swallower."

"Tail Swallower" Ouroreus? That "Angel of Destiny"? The king of angels? Cattleya's lips pursed unconsciously, and the purple in her eyes seemed to be a little more obvious.

The last time she heard this name was at the Tarot Society, thanks to Miss Justice's notification.

That was the first time she knew about the existence of the King of Angels, and she didn't expect to encounter clues in the real world in just a few months!

"'Tail Swallower' Ourorius?" Anderson chewed on the name in a daze.

Klein didn't speak any more, acting like I wasn't interested in explaining.

Seeing that "Admiral of the Stars" didn't speak, Anderson could only laugh out loud and continued, "I thought it was a hallucination at the time, because nothing abnormal happened after that mural.

"Then, our team split into two parts. Most of them were frightened by my description and thought that the temple should not be explored. The remaining third were eager to harvest more treasures and set off toward the depths of the temple. Yes, we waited for a whole day, and waited for three alternations of noon and night, but we didn't wait for them to come back.

"We are all excellent treasure hunters. We knew that something must have happened. After a little confirmation, we didn't dare to stay any longer, didn't dare to wait any longer. We immediately left the temple and returned by boat. We have gained enough and don't want to take any more risks. "

Wait, none of you intend to save your companion? Well, the members of this kind of adventure group assembled temporarily will definitely only care about themselves and the few friends they are most familiar with when encountering danger... According to my experience, those of your disappearing companions may be eating the fingers of corpses... Klein He slandered a few words, but never accused Anderson.

Anderson sighed again: "After leaving that temple, we found some changes in ourselves. On the one hand, we became very unlucky. No matter what we did, we would find that even if we took a few sips of light beer quietly I don�t know who used the barrel as a toilet and urinated in it. Well, this is not what happened to me, but to my companion.

"On the other hand, we have gained control over ourselves in the dream, and we are no longer in a state of being in a daze, knowing something but unable to act. Therefore, some of my companions, about one-third of the original number , curiously went to the depths of the dream world for a certain distance, hehe, they never came back."

Cattleya, who was listening quietly, asked, "Where are their bodies in the real world?"

"The mutation turned into a monster, killed many of the remaining companions, and killed most of the sailors." Anderson took a deep breath, "Although we succeeded in killing those monsters, due to the lack of enough sailors and encountering By a series of unlucky events, we were not able to reach the island before the storm, so that our ship sank, our harvest sank, and the rest of our companions either drowned, or were struck by lightning, or were thrown into the water. The monsters devoured, I didn't see them all with my own eyes.

"Only me, who was stronger than them and luckier, was thrown away by the waves, successfully swam to this island, and began to try to go out in a canoe. Heh, you saw it too, my last ax was broken, reflected in the dream."

Anderson's last words were addressed to Klein.

It's really a treasure hunting group riddled with bad luck... Klein drew a crimson moon for the other party in his heart.

He thinks that Anderson's description should be true, and his experiences are not fabricated out of thin air, but it is not known whether he has concealed anything. JrNovels.com