Mysteries: Arcana Wars

“Klein, we have to hurry.

"Hurry up and complete your plan for this stage, then go find and awaken it according to your plan..."

Before Melissa finished her words, a powerful and noisy sound of snow exploded in Klein's ears, even with a hint of pain that spread to his nerves, making his other senses seem to be paralyzed at that moment.

"Wait, Melissa, who am I going to wake up? Melissa...Melissa!"

"...What? Who is Megs...I...I'm Fors..."

The momentary confusion of senses dissipated along with the sense of estrangement and emptiness. Klein regained his composure and realized that the person he was holding was Fors.

Fors carefully looked at the adventurer's confused expression, and while asking, she used her other hand to pull at the adventurer's fingers. She was frightened by his actions just now.

Klein then realized that Fors's wrist had been scratched with a red mark. He immediately released his fingers and pressed the retro hat on his head.

"Feel sorry."

As he spoke, he took out his pocket watch and looked at it. Now the pointer had truly returned to zero, which meant that there were no illusions within his current perception range. Klein finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"What did you see me do just now?"

"No, no, I didn't see anything!"

Fors's face turned pale. This classic opening line was undoubtedly a sign of murder. He was afraid that he had just stumbled upon some shocking secret and would soon sleep forever in the underground of Backlund with this secret.

"Don't kill me! I really don't know anything!"

"This is not a censorship, nor a threat. This is a question." The adventurer looked calm. "What did I do just now?"

"You and I……"

Fors swallowed.

"You just suddenly grabbed my hand, pulled me in front of you, stared at me, and then spoke to me in a language I couldn't understand. Then you seemed to call me Meigs several times, and then you woke up... That's all."

"I get it, thank."

The adventurer then raised his thumb and index finger to Fors's forehead.

"You can forget about these things right here." The adventurer put his index finger directly on Fors' forehead, "Now this is a seal and a threat."

Fors covered her mouth and nodded rapidly.

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation."

Klein retracted his fingers, grabbed Fors's other wrist, and continued walking forward.

This tunnel was a bit too long, and the enclosed space was very depressing, so Fors couldn't help but try to chat.

"Are you... Mr. Sparrow?"

"No, my last name is Sparrow. And it's good manners to address people by their names as accurately as possible."

Klein denied it immediately.

After recovering his memories of the Fifth Epoch, Klein immediately realized that those popular stories about "crazy adventurers" he had heard before seemed, perhaps, to be talking about him...

I have to say, hearing your own story from someone else is a wonderful feeling. Especially in the Sixth Epoch, Klein was very obsessed with these stories when he was a teenager. He often read novels of this theme. From Mr. Sparrow to Mr. Cuckoo, he knew a thing or two about them. But after he recovered his memory, he felt so happy reading novels before, but now he felt so fucked up when he recalled it. This indescribable feeling was like when he was laughing at a joke and suddenly a fly flew into his mouth and he ate it, and then he found out that the protagonist of the joke was actually himself.

Klein had also tried to piece together what he had experienced in the last dozen years of the Fifth Epoch through these unofficial historical stories. However, the stories he had previously obtained were all processed artistically, just like the real Xuanzang of the old days and the Tang Monk in Journey to the West and the Tang Monk in the subsequent Journey to the West-themed works, which were completely different. Trying to find real historical materials in these things was like panning for gold in shit.

But no matter what, we must first rule out things like "Mr. Canary" that are obviously erotic...

In Loenese, "Sparrow" and "Sparrow" are two words, but Gehrman's temperament reminded Forth of the long-standing legend.

"Also, 'Mr. Sparrow' is just a legend. This story can be traced back to the end of the Fifth Epoch. There are some historical materials from the beginning and end of the Sixth Epoch to support this. At that time, the story of 'Mr. Sparrow' had been popular for a long time, but there is currently no definite historical material to prove that there really was a person named 'Mr. Sparrow' in the Fifth Epoch."

"The end of the Fifth Epoch... It's so long ago. That's before the 'Doomsday Disaster'... The information that can be preserved from the 'Doomsday Disaster' of the Fifth Epoch is already very scarce..." Fors was a little surprised, "I didn't expect you to be so interested in history."

“I majored in history in college.”

I will never tell you that I am the prototype of 'Mr. Sparrow'!

"You actually went to college?"

"Any questions?"

"No, I thought that a profession like yours didn't require a high...uh...degree..."

"History is very important, Miss Writer. And as a writer, I think you should be able to distinguish clearly what is historical fact and what is a made-up story. Not confusing your own story with reality should be the basic quality of every writer."

"Uh... sorry..."

Then the adventurer stopped talking. The situation suddenly became awkward, and Fors felt as if she had run out of conversation.

"Are you still using a pocket watch?" Fors asked tentatively. "These days, apart from those retro enthusiasts, few people buy mechanical pocket watches. Even enthusiasts just collect them. You are the first person I have seen who actually uses a pocket watch."

"Ah."

There was another silence. Fors thought about burying her head in her skirt. She felt that facing this man who called himself German Sparrow, all her topics were like hitting a ball of cotton, which was eaten up in a polite and straightforward way, leaving her with endless embarrassment.

"Well, then..."

Fors was about to try to understand Gehrman a little more, but he suddenly stopped, raised his hand to signal him to shut up, and then looked up.

She covered her mouth nervously and looked up at the ceiling along with Hermann.

After holding my breath for a moment, there was a loud noise from the top of the tunnel. Amid the flying dirt and dust, a person fell from the hole and landed steadily.

"Wanted criminal Gehrman Sparrow! You have nowhere to escape!"

The grim detective pointed his gun at the adventurer's head.

Before he lost contact with Klein, Leonard had been reporting locations to him through his accompanying parrot puppet. After finding that he could no longer contact Klein, Leonard followed the location he had reported and found the passage leading to the underground city nearby.

Leonard searched for memories before the Sky Curtain War and found that this was an ancient passage that had not changed. It was almost the same as in his memory, but it was almost unused due to the changes in the times. So he searched all the way down and came here, where he met Klein and Fors.

According to previous records, Leonard still maintained his "cold-faced detective" persona in front of the unrestored Fors, and now Klein can only continue to be a "crazy adventurer."

The first time he saw Leonard, Klein knew what he was going to do.

At least in front of Fors who had not been restored, they needed a reason to travel together.

"Hello again, Mr. Leonard Mitchell, the 'Grim Reaper'. Good evening."

Klein acted out his role very consciously.

“We are not necessarily enemies.”

The adventurer spoke politely with an expressionless face, but loaded the gun in his hand and pointed it at the detective.

"You are a respectable detective. We can go for a drink together if we have a chance."

"From the moment you were put on the wanted list, we became enemies."

There was no emotion in the detective's cold eyes.

In the previous plan, after this line, the adventurer and the detective would start fighting, and then the detective would be caught by the adventurer after giving it his all and be asked to go with him.

Klein had no objection to this. According to the principle of being true to the character, the winner of an adventurer with a Sequence 4 in the Fortune Teller Path and a detective with a Sequence 7 in the Sleepless Path was obvious.

"it's a pity."

As the adventurer said this, he took the lead and several sparks flashed around the detective at the same time. The adventurer jumped out of one of the sparks and aimed his gun at the back of the detective's head.

But just as the adventurer was about to pull the trigger, a swift and powerful drowsiness came over him like a mighty army suddenly descending upon the earth, violently and forcefully trying to drag him into a dream.

Wait, Leonard, why don’t you have martial ethics?

This is obviously more than the effect of Sequence 4—

Klein rolled his eyes and fell asleep on the ground.