Chapter 373 Klein’s dream?

Chapter 373 Klein’s dream?

The three major churches acted very quickly. After learning that George III might be hiding his identity as an Extraordinary, after a brief discussion, they sent people to the palace and asked an archbishop to come forward to personally inspect George III.

The final conclusion was that George III was just an ordinary person, not a powerful extraordinary person.

After George III suppressed his anger and politely sent the people from the three major churches away, his eyes could not help but flash with sinister and angry eyes.

"Check! Send someone to find out who is secretly targeting me!" George III suppressed his anger and ordered those around him to investigate the matter.

Although he survived this time without any risk, if such things spread, his prestige as a king would be trampled on by the three major churches again.

His prestige and his kingdom are destined to become only the foil and puppet of the three major churches!

Only by successfully being promoted to the Sequence 0 Black Emperor and becoming a true god can he be qualified to be on an equal footing with the three major churches.

"There is no need to waste manpower on investigating. Bernadette is secretly fueling this matter. She already knows that you want to attack the Black Emperor and has begun to try to stop you."

A figure suddenly appeared in the palace, half hidden in the corner to the right of George III.

"Even the three major churches are not sure about such a top-secret matter, so how does Bernadette know?" George III frowned slightly.

"Haha, she is a believer in the stars." The man said, and chuckled: "Roselle was a fierce jumper to the Black Emperor Path. As his child, Bernadette naturally knows the secrets of the Black Emperor Path. "

"Stars..." George III recited silently several times and snorted in anger.

"Don't worry and be prepared. If you miss this opportunity, you will never be able to make even half a step forward."

George III nodded silently and thought of another thing, "Have the people from the Aurora Society decided not to participate in this matter? They backed away from the last big smog incident, and this time they broke the contract temporarily. It's really hateful."

"This should be a good thing for you. Those crazy people can easily attract unnecessary attention to you."

George III said nothing more, but looked towards the starry sky above his head, where a kingdom belonging to him would rise.

…

After finishing his conversation with Bernadette, Klein returned to his residence and carefully wrote another line of small words on a paper crane that was almost full.

"The next time you see Will, be sure to ask him for a new paper crane, preferably a bunch. This will save you from having to write a brief content each time." Klein whispered and lay down. Falling asleep in bed.

Not long after, Will appeared in his dream, yawning and holding a maroon bear toy.

"Really, you always come to me when I'm just sleeping, don't you know how to respect the old and love the young? I have both!" Will muttered dissatisfied and glanced at Klein, "Tell me, this What happened again?”

"I want you to help me give Leonard a dream."

This is a solution that Klein has been thinking about for a long time. He will be busy dealing with George III's affairs next and really has no free time to protect Melissa secretly. Leonard is the best person to solve this matter.

"It's very simple to tell dreams, but you should also know that Leonard has something special inside him, and it's very likely that he will find some clues."

"It's okay if I really can't hide it. Let Leonard know that I'm still alive and it will make it easier for him to trouble him in the future."

Klein didn't care too much about this issue. His fake death was just a temporary measure.

And even if Leonard knew about it, he could find an excuse to be seriously injured and on the verge of death, and then recuperate outside.

After all, he was probably the only survivor of what happened in Banxi Port.

"That's it, okay." Will narrowed his eyes as if he thought of something fun.

Klein saw Will's little thoughts and warned, "Be careful, don't go too far."

"Don't worry, there is absolutely no one better at telling dreams than me." Will smiled with his eyebrows creasing.

"..."

Klein could only pray to Leonard in his heart, hoping that his heart would be strong enough.

…

At three or four o'clock in the night, Leonard, who was sleeping soundly in bed, suddenly had a dream.

The world in the dream is a sea, with gray mist floating on the sea, and visibility is very low.

Vaguely, he saw what seemed to be a port on the sea ahead, and he subconsciously drifted in that direction.

But before he could get close to the port, a bolt of lightning fell from the sky, a rumble of explosions resounded through the sky, and streaks of purple, white, or red lightning engulfed everything in front of him.

Even his eyes narrowed subconsciously to avoid being dazzled by the strong lightning.

After the thunder dissipated, the port in front of them dissipated immediately, which had been completely reduced to ashes, leaving only a little smoke that had not yet been burned out.

Leonard drifted toward the destroyed port out of curiosity. The temperature around him was getting colder and colder for some reason, making him want to shiver.

"Woooooooo..."

The cold wind blowing around seemed like someone was crying.

The sound reached his ears, scratching his heart.

As he approached the port, ghosts of the dead appeared in the mist. They were lining up and floating in the same direction.

At this moment, a bloody figure with one arm and one leg missing, disheveled hair, and blood all over his body suddenly emerged from the sea.

Just like that, he suddenly appeared in front of him, only one meter away from him.

Leonard's breathing was instantly rapid, his eyes widened, and he felt that his heartbeat had missed half a beat, and then it was pounding rapidly.

He tried to calm himself down, telling himself again and again in his heart that this was just his dream, not real.

"Leonard, I died so miserably, so miserably..."

A familiar voice stained with resentment and desolation came from the mouth of the corpse in front of him that could hardly be called complete.

He repeated it over and over again, and the surrounding sea surface was covered with a layer of frost because of his voice.

Leonard carefully identified it for a while, and said uncertainly: "You, are you Klein?"

"It's me, it's me, Leonard, I died so miserably, so miserably..."

The figure in front of him who claimed to be Klein pulled away the messy hair on his face, revealing a pair of empty, black eyes without eyeballs.

"Ah!"

Leonard was so scared that he subconsciously took a step back and almost fell on the sea.

"Klein, is it really you? You, are you here to tell me something in my dream?"

Klein's empty eyes kept staring at Leonard until his scalp was almost numb. Klein suddenly stretched out his only remaining hand and pinched his neck.

Then, under Leonard's panicked gaze, Klein smiled sinisterly, and the corners of his mouth split a little bit to the sides, like a bloody crack in hell.

"Help me take good care of Benson and Melissa!"

"Ah!"

Leonard was so scared that he exited the dream directly, and climbed up from the bed with a snap, almost falling out of the bed.

"Fortunately it was a dream, fortunately it was a dream..."

Leonard reached out and touched his neck, which was still there, with lingering fear in his eyes, looking around with fear in his eyes.

Fortunately, Klein did not come out of the dream with him.

Thinking of the content of the dream just now, Leonard shuddered violently. It was too scary.

It was the first time he knew that Klein, after his death, could be so scary.

Especially those empty eyes without eyeballs, and the bloody mouth that was broken all the way to the back of his earlobe.

After sitting on the bed for a while, Leonard gradually recovered from the horrible dream just now.

He got up from the bed, lit the candle, came to the table, poured himself a glass of cold boiled water, and drank four or five glasses before he completely recovered.

Leonard, who felt his back was wet, smiled bitterly and said, "Klein, why is your dream so scary? If you scare me to death, who will help you take care of your brother and sister?"

He took a set of dry clothes and went to the bathroom.

When he was soaking in the warm water comfortably, he slowly exhaled, and his handsome brows were furrowed.

It has been several months since Klein died. This is the first time he has dreamed for him, and it is for his relatives.

Have they encountered any trouble recently?

The more Leonard thought about it, the more scared he became. He had been busy with the Red Gloves team dealing with various things during this period, and he really didn't pay attention to the situation of Benson and Melissa.

In addition, the situation in Backlund has gradually become chaotic during this period, and it is hard to guarantee that the two ordinary people will not encounter any danger.

Is this the reason why Klein came to him in his dream?

If they really have an accident, how can he explain to Klein?

Leonard looked up at the bathroom window. Outside the window, there was already a faint light of the early morning.

Later, he would go to Benson and Melissa's residence, and at the same time instruct the nearby police station to protect them.

"That's not right. Why did Klein come to me in my dream after his death?"

Leonard suddenly realized that in the extraordinary world, dreaming was itself very abnormal.

It should be said that only living people have the ability to dream.

People are already dead, and even the spirit is not left. How can they still have the ability to complete the dream?

And this place is near St. Samuel's Church. Even if there are things like dead souls, they will be completely purified by the priests of the church.

Klein died in the sea again. He traveled thousands of miles across the sea to Backlund to find him in his dream?

When Klein was still alive, he was not so powerful, right?

Leonard thought about it for a long time, but with his limited extraordinary knowledge, he still couldn't figure it out.

He only knew that this dream was very real, as if it really happened, especially the last sentence: "Help me take care of Benson and Melissa!"

It was like a spell, deeply imprinted in his mind, and he could never forget it.