Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

At lunchtime on Thursday, Klein received a warm reminder that the money had arrived.

This time, Klein hesitated a bit about spending 1,000 pounds to hire bodyguards. He was considering whether he could ask the magic lamp to solve the matter.

But after thinking about it, he didn't know exactly what the magic lamp had, how many sequences it could play, and besides, it didn't say how much it would charge.

I really don't understand, a sealed item, what does it need money for?

Thinking of this, Klein approached the coffee table, sat on the sofa, faced the magic lamp, and spoke after deliberation:

"You said that you can be hired to help in battle, so how do you charge?"

"Sequence Seven costs 1,000 pounds, Sequence Six costs 3,000 pounds, and Sequence Five costs 6,000 pounds, counted per person."

This is much more expensive than hiring a bodyguard. Klein immediately wanted to give up, but after thinking about it, he asked again:

"The extent of your assistance is to help me escape, or to help me kill the enemy?"

"Tch, you fortune tellers know how to run away."

"Half price if you don't die, full price if you die."

Asking Mr. A to assassinate Ambassador Intis costs 10,000 pounds once, but Mr. A has to deal with the Sequence Six ambassador himself, and there may be Sequence V assistants and other Extraordinary bodyguards. The fee is almost the same.

But if it is done properly, he only needs to deal with the ambassador himself. In this way, the Genie’s fee is too cheap. If I hire it to kill the ambassador and let Miss Justice give me the money directly, wouldn’t I earn a net profit of 7,000 pounds? !

No, Mister Fool officially released the mission for the first time, how could he go back on his word temporarily, even if his favored one revoked the mission, it would be too cheap, not to mention that Miss Justice has already paid the deposit.

"If I ask you to help me kill Intis Ambassador Bakeran Jean Madan, how much will you charge?"

"Oh, if you can send me to him, 3,000 pounds, he is a corpse."

"Of course, you can rub the surface of the lamp and make a wish to me, asking the ambassador to return to the kingdom of faith immediately, without charge."

No, I'm not going, and I don't want to make a wish.

It's better to be honest and use a thousand pounds to hire that young lady to protect her.

"Then can I ask you to act again when I encounter a crisis that I cannot resist?"

After some bargaining, Klein satisfactorily followed Mrs. Mary to Kragg Club to apply for membership.

Because the Genie promised him that he would not be charged if he did not shoot. In this way, I will have a bodyguard around the clock, and I don't need money.

While in the lounge of the Cragg Club, Klein suddenly felt a palpitation, feeling that danger was coming.

He excused his lunch break and went to the Gray Fog to perform enhanced divination. Apart from getting dangerous results in the next few days, he didn't have any more specific information.

Klein took out the magic lamp from his pocket and looked at it, and his nervousness faded a lot.

Holding the ring handle of the magic lamp, Klein said to himself:

"What happened to the strange premonition before? I don't know if this danger will come within three days. I only have this thousand pounds."

Suddenly, Klein heard the voice of the lamp god.

"That's someone with a higher sequence who has the same path as you is divining you."

"People like you don't do divination before doing things, and you can't even decide which leg to take when you go out."

Klein didn't care about the lamp god's ridicule. The words of the lamp god revealed such information. The assistant of the ambassador's fortune teller path is likely to take action today.

He didn't hesitate any longer, and immediately left the Kragg Club, rushed to the bank to withdraw his only one hundred pounds left, and then hurried to the Brave Bar, looking for Maric to ask him to provide protection immediately.

In the evening, Ian, the big boy who had brought Klein countless troubles, came to the door again. He narrated everything he knew about this incident. Klein finally understood what kind of battle he was involved in.

After seriously reviewing his mistakes, Klein sent Ian away, and his desire to solve this matter became more urgent.

He looked around the living room to confirm that the bodyguard lady was not scared away, and he whispered to the lady that he was also a Extraordinary and had a certain ability to resist.

He was worried that he had caused too much trouble, and wanted to give Miss Bodyguard a little more confidence.

The living room was quiet, save for the occasional sound of newspapers being flipped.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang again.

Walking to the door, the clown's ability clearly reflected the scene outside the door.

Sergeant Farthing, wearing a black and white checkered uniform, stood in the background of the hazy crimson moonlight blending with the dim light of the street lamps, and the backlight cast a shadow on his face.

What is he here for?

Before opening the door, Klein performed a divination again, and he couldn't help but think of the lamp god's taunt: If the fortune tellers don't do divination, they don't know which foot to take when they go out.

The door opened, Sergeant Farthing took off his hat, opened his mouth, and at the same time stepped forward with his left leg to enter the door.

"The people above sent me to tell you..."

With a "plop", Sergeant Farthing fell head-on to the ground. He tripped over something and lost his balance involuntarily.

what happened! How could I just fall down because of being stirred? This is impossible!

Sergeant Farthing lay on the ground in a daze and did not get up for a while.

Klein was also taken aback, almost throwing the tarot cards in his hand.

He quickly approached, ready to help Sergeant Farthing up.

Sergeant Farthing got up by himself and looked towards the door, where there was a mop lying on the door like a dead body.

Following Sergeant Farthing's line of sight, Klein saw the mop, and he awkwardly made up a reason.

"Sorry, I was cleaning the room just now."

Did you not divination before entering the door? Klein couldn't help but come up with an idea.

Something is wrong here, should I give up and come back another day?

No, the matter of snatching the manuscript has already failed. If this little detective can't solve it, I can't explain it to Mr. Ambassador.

After Klein expressed his apology, he quickly let Sergeant Farthing, who conveyed the meaning of his superiors, to the sofa area of ​​the living room.

Sergeant Farthing, who was sitting on the sofa, clasped his hands and continued:

"The people above give you three choices..."

"Wow!"

The hanging rope of the overhead light in the living room snapped suddenly, and the glass chandelier fell on the head of Sergeant Farthing, who was not wearing a police cap.

Sergeant Farthing's words were suddenly interrupted. He raised his head and stared at Klein viciously.

The shattered glass cut his forehead and cheeks, and blood gushed out. The wounds that were still stained with broken glass squirmed, squeezed out foreign objects, and were slowly closing.

A few tarot cards were thrown out, and Sergeant Farthing on the opposite side nimbly avoided it. Klein was about to jump out and distance himself from Sergeant Farthing.

Suddenly, he felt a blur in front of his eyes, and his body and mind seemed to be injected with lead water, which made him extremely heavy.

He failed to complete the jumping action, and stood there blankly.

Sergeant Farthing on the opposite side smiled triumphantly. While wriggling his muscles, he changed to another face and said loudly:

"The other one doesn't need to hide anymore. In my eyes, your existence is like the sun in the daytime. You can't see it."

"You think those little tricks can scare me, as long as you give me time, this is one of the most difficult abilities below the High Sequence."

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Rosago."