Chapter: 1586
After judging how much time he had for himself to think, Klein quickly untied the citrine pendant on his left wrist cuff, and started divination with a voice that only he could hear: "The knight just now was very powerful."
After reading it seven times quickly, Klein opened his eyes and saw the citrine pendant rotating clockwise, with a large range and very fast speed.
This means that the target is a very dangerous existence!
No more hesitation, and no time to hesitate, Klein used the extraordinary ability of "Joker" to control his own muscles, and opened the iron gate without any extra movement.
Then, taking advantage of the opportunity of the black-armored knight entering another cell, he walked lightly to the corridor, shrunk his body and moved quickly to the left.
In the dense darkness, while listening to the movement behind him, he kept moving secretly and swiftly. He quickly made a detour and arrived in front of a double iron door that was suspected to be an exit.
After trying to push and pull, Klein found that the iron door was not heavy, but it was locked behind it by someone.
After thinking for two seconds, he took out the key he picked up in the cell, inserted it into the lock, and twisted it without much hope.
There was a slight clicking sound, and the anti-lock of the iron door was released.
Is that all right? Although it's a dream, you can't just pick up a key as an important prop... I originally planned to use paper as a weapon, insert it into the crack of the door, and cut it continuously, one by one... Klein was half puzzled and half Slowly pushing open the iron door.
To his disappointment, behind the iron gate was not an exit, but a hall full of sundries.
After closing the door casually and locking it again, Klein walked around the messy pile of items, looking for possible doors or paths.
After a few seconds, he noticed an inconspicuous black wooden door in the corner, so he approached it cautiously and reached for the handle.
The scene inside naturally came to his mind. It was a storage room, with a full-length mirror on the right, and a figure in a linen tunic on the right.
someone? The escaped prisoner? Klein, who was forced to leave his comfort zone, decided to take the initiative to a limited extent, so he slowly turned the handle and pushed open the black wooden door.
He needs to have a general grasp of what's going on in order to decide whether to flee or fight at a critical moment.
"Who?" The figure in the short linen robe asked hurriedly but in a low voice, his tone full of despair and pain.
"An adventurer." Klein simply replied.
He had already seen the figure clearly by relying on his night vision ability:
This is a man with a weather-beaten face, with deep wrinkles on his forehead, eyes, and mouth, but his hair is black and shiny, without a single silver strand.
His linen short robe is simple and simple, his expression is distorted by pain, and his rare pure black eyes are full of surprise and doubt that cannot be concealed: "Adventurer?
"How did you get here?"
Klein kept a certain distance from the man who didn't know whether he was young or old, stood at the door, looked at him and said, "It's a necessary courtesy to introduce yourself before asking others."
As a "faceless man", he had already grasped the other person's features just by looking at him for a short time - in addition to the contradictory hair color and wrinkles, there was also a hideous old scar on his cheek.
The man was startled, and glanced worriedly at the hall: "You'd better close the door, we can't be caught by that demon, otherwise..."
The muscles on his face visibly twitched twice, as if recalling something bad.
"Devil?" Klein whispered, stretched out his hand, and closed the black wooden door.
The man breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled bitterly: "Sorry, I was really not polite just now.
"My name is Leo Master, an ascetic monk of a religious order."
"A religious organization? It doesn't seem to be a believer of one of the seven gods." Klein discovered the problem from the other party's words. JrNovels.com
After reading it seven times quickly, Klein opened his eyes and saw the citrine pendant rotating clockwise, with a large range and very fast speed.
This means that the target is a very dangerous existence!
No more hesitation, and no time to hesitate, Klein used the extraordinary ability of "Joker" to control his own muscles, and opened the iron gate without any extra movement.
Then, taking advantage of the opportunity of the black-armored knight entering another cell, he walked lightly to the corridor, shrunk his body and moved quickly to the left.
In the dense darkness, while listening to the movement behind him, he kept moving secretly and swiftly. He quickly made a detour and arrived in front of a double iron door that was suspected to be an exit.
After trying to push and pull, Klein found that the iron door was not heavy, but it was locked behind it by someone.
After thinking for two seconds, he took out the key he picked up in the cell, inserted it into the lock, and twisted it without much hope.
There was a slight clicking sound, and the anti-lock of the iron door was released.
Is that all right? Although it's a dream, you can't just pick up a key as an important prop... I originally planned to use paper as a weapon, insert it into the crack of the door, and cut it continuously, one by one... Klein was half puzzled and half Slowly pushing open the iron door.
To his disappointment, behind the iron gate was not an exit, but a hall full of sundries.
After closing the door casually and locking it again, Klein walked around the messy pile of items, looking for possible doors or paths.
After a few seconds, he noticed an inconspicuous black wooden door in the corner, so he approached it cautiously and reached for the handle.
The scene inside naturally came to his mind. It was a storage room, with a full-length mirror on the right, and a figure in a linen tunic on the right.
someone? The escaped prisoner? Klein, who was forced to leave his comfort zone, decided to take the initiative to a limited extent, so he slowly turned the handle and pushed open the black wooden door.
He needs to have a general grasp of what's going on in order to decide whether to flee or fight at a critical moment.
"Who?" The figure in the short linen robe asked hurriedly but in a low voice, his tone full of despair and pain.
"An adventurer." Klein simply replied.
He had already seen the figure clearly by relying on his night vision ability:
This is a man with a weather-beaten face, with deep wrinkles on his forehead, eyes, and mouth, but his hair is black and shiny, without a single silver strand.
His linen short robe is simple and simple, his expression is distorted by pain, and his rare pure black eyes are full of surprise and doubt that cannot be concealed: "Adventurer?
"How did you get here?"
Klein kept a certain distance from the man who didn't know whether he was young or old, stood at the door, looked at him and said, "It's a necessary courtesy to introduce yourself before asking others."
As a "faceless man", he had already grasped the other person's features just by looking at him for a short time - in addition to the contradictory hair color and wrinkles, there was also a hideous old scar on his cheek.
The man was startled, and glanced worriedly at the hall: "You'd better close the door, we can't be caught by that demon, otherwise..."
The muscles on his face visibly twitched twice, as if recalling something bad.
"Devil?" Klein whispered, stretched out his hand, and closed the black wooden door.
The man breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled bitterly: "Sorry, I was really not polite just now.
"My name is Leo Master, an ascetic monk of a religious order."
"A religious organization? It doesn't seem to be a believer of one of the seven gods." Klein discovered the problem from the other party's words. JrNovels.com
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