Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

After completely calming down, Klein returned to reality. The corpses of members of the Aurora Order were lying on the ground straight, with no wounds on their bodies.

Klein looked around the room, and there were traces of the battle everywhere.

He frowned at the traces that could not be erased, and then touched his face that had not been covered up too much. This would definitely be located by the official Extraordinary.

Originally, I just wanted to come and have a look, but I didn't want to fight. If it wasn't for the magic lamp... I knew I was going to fight, and I used Rosago's extraordinary characteristics to change my face in advance. Could it be that I just gave up my current identity and escaped from Backlund? ?

Klein picked up the magic lamp with a complicated expression. For a moment, he really wanted to throw it into the Tussock River.

"What are you worrying about? As long as your broken copper whistle can interfere with divination, I can't?"

"Hurry up and pick up your booty, keep it and sell it for money!"

Klein briefly dealt with the scene, and took the Extraordinary characteristics of the new harvest, and went directly to the one-bedroom apartment he rented in the East District.

Sitting in the simple room and resting for a while, Klein once again went above the gray mist and brought up the obtained Extraordinary characteristics.

Summing up the gains and losses, Klein only felt conflicted. The way of thinking of the magic lamp was different from that of normal people, and he suddenly went crazy every time.

I can't expect the sealed item to have a brain, especially this kind, which only has half a brain, which is really a headache.

I've always been out of touch with magic lamps for not being bold enough.

Klein thought aimlessly for a while, then divination when the Nighthawks would act, and got a reminder for tomorrow night.

Early in the morning, on the way back to No. 15 Minsk Street, Klein met an old homeless man.

The way the old man struggled to stay alive made Klein feel oppressed and sad from the bottom of his heart.

In cheap cafes, the old man told his ordinary and unfortunate stories.

Klein, who has always been frugal and wished he could break a copper penny in half, and didn't want to pay back the lamp god's money, took out a large handful of copper pennies and gave it to the other party.

"You can only slightly change the fate of a person, and you may not even be able to change it. There are people as unfortunate as him in every corner of the Eastern District and even the whole world."

The voice came from the dark blue pocket.

"I don't know what I can do with my insignificance."

"Perhaps... if it was Roselle, he might hold the theory of capital in one hand and the manifesto in the other, sing the Internationale, and set off a red revolution."

Klein smiled self-deprecatingly, and walked back to the dirty streets of the East District.

"If you could, what would you like to do?"

Wang Zichuan asked curiously.

"Probably... so that everyone can live with full expectation of tomorrow."

"and then?"

"Then...then I'll go back to my hometown and get married."

Back on Minsk Street, after attending the banquet at Samer's house, Klein stayed at home throughout the afternoon to fully rest. He was going to watch the trial of the evil at night.

As the night darkened, Klein brought a temporary clown mask to the clock tower of the East Balam Dock.

Climbing up the steps to the top of the bell tower, overlooking the brick-red two-story building of the dock workers' dormitory, Klein waited quietly.

The clown mask laughed silently in the dense night, the cool mist seeped into the reddish darkness, and the bell tower soaring into the clouds was like an empty floating city, making Klein buried in sadness, nostalgia, pain, In hatred and loneliness.

Standing side by side with Klein, Wang Zichuan felt that the person next to him was shrouded in strong negative emotions if they had any substance. He seriously thought about what he could say.

Suddenly, they saw a huge black airship flying from the north. It flew quietly, like a ferocious monster born from the darkness.

Klein's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. He opened his eyes wide and looked hard at the small red building. Although he certainly couldn't see what happened inside, he still kept replaying various scenes in his mind, imagining how the Nighthawks would behave. Solve Lanwusi.

Wang Zichuan suddenly said:

"Let me show you the live version, this is not a good seat."

Klein's emotions were interrupted, he thought for a while, and said:

"The Nighthawks have many magical means, and they will be discovered."

"Hey, if I could be discovered casually, I would have been imprisoned in the church headquarters long ago."

Wang Zichuan said in a nonchalant tone.

"That goddess of yours hasn't sent a servant over yet, which means... Hey."

"Hurry up, hurry up, the good show is about to begin. I hate people who hesitate and dawdle the most."

Klein felt that the space around him became chaotic. Up, down, left, right, front, back, and front were all different than what he understood. The rules seemed to be reset. His body seemed to be integrated into the spirit world, and he seemed to be still in reality. He was led to walk casually, In a daze, a blurred and distorted brick red appeared in front of his eyes, and then his vision suddenly became clear. He was standing in front of the dock workers' dormitory.

"Go in, hide in the corner, as long as you don't let the battle directly affect you, no one can find you."

Klein took out a gold coin from his pocket. The gold coin was bounced high and then fell. Klein took a look before walking towards the inside of the small building.

After passing through a strange barrier, Klein felt that he had come to a somewhat unreal world.

He saw familiar and unfamiliar figures in black trench coats, and saw the leader of a man with short golden brown hair and blood-red gloves, who was the one who came to Tingen to review and handed him the clown potion Lord Saisima, the Goddess Sword.

The figure that emerged from the shadows was quickly killed by the Nighthawks. At this moment, a man with a sharp face and an indifferent expression came down from the second floor.

Lanrus!

Klein recognized him immediately, but what puzzled him was that the Lanerus he had in mind had quite soft facial lines.

Saisima first raised her own doubts.

Lanwusi suddenly opened his shirt and shirt, directly exposing the crimson flesh between the chest and abdomen, forming the figure hanging upside down.

The aura of the gods was like mountains and seas, crushing all the creatures present.

Klein trembled all over, his knees were weak, and he was about to kneel on the ground involuntarily. The unforgettable memories flashed in his mind one scene after another. He closed his eyes and dared not look directly.

Suddenly, he felt that the feeling of being overlooked and crushed was isolated from the invisible chaos, and a continuous picture appeared in his mind.

Two stick figures stand facing each other, one is covered with golden brown dots, and a line sticks out from the upper body, which seems to indicate a sword, and the other is covered with black dots, and the upper body is painted black and red.

The villain with the sword rushed forward, and the villain on the opposite side came to meet him. The two villains criss-crossed and fought comically.

Klein almost laughed, feeling absurdly unreal.

A deep and distant tranquil darkness surged out, swallowing the depraved and filthy power. Klein felt the chaotic power surrounding him disappear, and he was able to open his eyes again.

Saisima leaned on the ground with her hands and tried her best to support it, while Lanwusi stood upright on the steps, seemingly unable to move.

Suddenly, Lanwusi laughed wildly.

"Haha, haha, thank you!"

Lanrus is not dead!

Klein immediately wanted to rush up and stop him.

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