Chapter 172: Prisoner and Jailor

Chapter 172: Prisoner and Jailor

No way. I didn’t go anywhere… Does trouble have legs and come over on its own? Klein grimaced in a way that did not fit Gehrman Sparrow’s persona and almost sucked in a cold breath.

The only reason he stopped himself was that doing so would make a noticeable sound and reveal his hiding place to that “trouble”!

No longer the inexperienced Nighthawk he had once been, he quickly made a decision. Holding his breath, he slowly stood. Almost without making a sound, he moved to the side of the iron-barred door and secretly, calmly looked toward the direction of the footsteps.

Since hiding and evasion might no longer work, he needed to confirm the details of the danger so that he could make the most appropriate choice.

With the two miniature suns hidden within his eyes, Klein waited for dozens of seconds. He heard the footsteps become heavier and clearer, accompanied by the clang of iron doors being pushed open and striking walls.

Then he saw a tall figure appear at the right side of the corridor.

The figure was nearly two and a half meters tall and wore black armor that covered its entire body. Its coldness was almost tangible, making it seem like a giant knight.

Its aura was restrained. It was silent as the deep sea. Two clusters of deep crimson light flickered where its eyes should have been, and in its hand was a long, broad black straight sword.

Clang!

It pushed open the iron door of one cell, stepped inside, and circled the room as though searching for something.

Hiss… Is it looking for a particular prisoner? If this continues, it will definitely find me… Klein hesitated, considering whether he should leave the cell and look for another way out before the other party approached, or suddenly attack, swiftly and cleanly deal with the target, and then continue hiding here until the dream ended.

After judging how much time he had to think, Klein quickly removed the yellow crystal pendant from inside the cuff on his left wrist and, in a voice so soft only he could hear it, began divining:

“That knight just now is powerful.”

After swiftly reciting the statement seven times, Klein opened his eyes and saw the yellow crystal pendant rotating clockwise, with both large amplitude and high speed.

This meant the target was extremely dangerous!

No longer hesitating—and with no time left to hesitate—Klein used his Clown abilities to control his muscles, opening the iron-barred door without creating any extra noise.

Then, taking advantage of the black-armored knight entering another cell, he slipped lightly into the corridor and, with his body lowered, moved quickly toward the left.

Within the thick darkness, he listened to the movements behind him while maintaining covert and swift motion. Soon, he turned a corner and arrived before a pair of iron doors that seemed to lead to an exit.

He tried pushing and pulling them, discovering that the iron doors were not heavy, but had been locked from the other side by someone unknown.

After thinking for two seconds, he took out the key he had picked up in the cell, inserted it into the keyhole, and turned it without much hope.

A soft click sounded. The lock on the double iron doors opened.

That works too? Even though this is a dream, a key picked up at random shouldn’t just happen to be an important item… I was originally planning to turn paper into soldiers, stick them into the crack between the doors, and cut through it over and over, one sheet after another… Klein slowly pushed open the iron doors, half puzzled and half lampooning.

To his disappointment, what lay behind the iron doors was not an exit, but a hall piled with many miscellaneous items.

Closing the doors behind him and locking them again, Klein moved around the disorderly piles of objects, searching for any possible door or path.

A few seconds later, he noticed an inconspicuous black wooden door in the corner. He cautiously approached it and reached out to grip the handle.

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