Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

Some people have a strong desire to show off after doing something they think is great, so most villains talk a lot.

Of course, it is also possible that he is using words to induce and disintegrate the will of the enemy.

Lanwusi explained the source of his state and divinity to Saisima, and took the opportunity to restore his state, so as to completely kill the nighthawks who seemed to him stupid and unsightly.

When Klein saw Lanwusi pull out the bone sword and was about to stab Saisima, he decided to rush out without hesitation, and all consequences could be considered later.

But Wang Zichuan pulled him back uncharacteristically, and said softly in his usual unserious tone:

"They will be fine, the Evernight Goddess is watching them."

"The mouse is going to die where the mouse should be. When he escapes, you can chase him and kill him yourself."

Klein suddenly calmed down.

Anger has overwhelmed my reason, I am not such a reckless person.

Klein stabilized his mind and replied in a low voice:

"If I throw the magic lamp like a throwing knife, will I be able to smash Lanerus to death?"

Seeing that the Nighthawks in front of him still had the ability to resist, Lanwusi no longer hesitated, and ran away resolutely.

He skillfully opened the manhole cover on the side of the street and entered the sewer.

"Let me tell you, the rats in the thief's way like to drill into the sewers."

Wang Zichuan thought of Harouer, her demigod teacher, and Lan Wusi in front of him, and said something with a sigh.

Klein didn't care what the lamp god said, he cautiously followed behind Lanerus, and followed him into the dark sewer.

Lanwusi moved forward proficiently and quickly in the sewer. Suddenly, he instinctively turned his body, and a card cut his shoulder with a swish, and plunged straight into the wall without losing strength.

Lanwusi turned around in shock, saw the figure chasing him from behind, raised his arm again, and threw out the cards in his hand.

Wang Zichuan watched in silence as Klein shot calmly, without the slightest hint of losing control of his emotions just now.

This time, he didn't intervene at will, and let Klein vent his long-logged emotions to his heart's content.

The battle was as expected, Klein won and the crime was judged.

Klein's suppressed emotions erupted like a volcano, and he couldn't help laughing and crying at the same time.

...

After returning to the one-bedroom apartment he rented in the East District, Klein immediately held a ceremony and carried all the relevant items above the gray fog. Klein lay on the bed, and his mind and spirit gradually calmed down.

The faint crimson outside the window reflected on the head of the bed through the window. Klein looked up at the red moon hanging high, and suddenly thought of a sentence.

"Looking up at the bright moon, bowing your head and thinking about your hometown."

He twitched the corners of his mouth, and suddenly wanted to talk to someone.

"What is the emblem of Lanrus?"

"I don't know when I will have the strength to avenge Ince Zangwill."

"When can I get the magician's main material?"

"The money hasn't come yet, is there any good way to make money?"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing again. If I were still on Earth, I should often think about how to make money, but it's definitely not as urgent as it is now.

"The emblem of Lanerus is a token of a thief's path to the Extraordinary organization. They call themselves the hermits of fate, but they are actually a group of Amon victims."

"Amon? A great noble family from the Fourth Epoch?"

"Yes, he is an angel of the thief path, and he likes to persecute Extraordinary people of this path."

angel...

"Do you know the name of the organization that secretly affects the world situation?"

Following the words of the lamp god, Klein casually asked questions based on Roselle's diary.

"I know, but I think it's best not to tell you now that the angels of the spectator path have the characteristic of 'whatever is said must be known', so that may cause you to be watched by certain beings."

No wonder Roselle dared not mention the name of that organization in the diary.

In this way, Klein chatted with the Genie about issues that should not be discussed at his sequence level.

...

In the morning, Klein woke up lazily from the simple bed, his mood was much brighter than the sky outside the window.

Back at No. 15 Minsk Street, Klein made a delicious lunch. Klein maintained a good mood and entered above the gray fog with the extraordinary characteristics of short-term rental.

Using the knowledge from Roselle's diary to "prostitute" another potion main material, Klein ended the party contentedly, and he could be promoted only after the order arrived.

In the next few days, Klein didn't receive any new commissions. Apart from going to Leppard's house once to check on the development progress of the bicycle, he spent the rest of his time at the Kragg Club where there were free meals and drinks.

Until Wednesday night, Klein finally got all the materials together and successfully promoted to Sequence Seven.

Tomorrow night at the old Mr. Wisdom Eye's gathering, I can still sell the marrow crystals of the fountain of elves to that stinking pharmacist, and make a small profit.

Since I killed Lanevus, my luck has improved, Klein thought happily.

The crimson crescent moon half-hidden by cloud and mist outside the window seemed to be alive. It quickly emerged from the shadows, and its blood-red outline quickly spread to fullness.

"Blood moon."

"This world is really strange. The rules of physics and most of the common sense are the same as those on Earth. Just adding mysticism makes it all weird."

While admiring the clear and peaceful night sky and the bright red moon outside the window, Klein suddenly heard illusory prayers echoing layer after layer.

Klein immediately took four steps backwards, came above the gray mist, and checked the source of the prayer.

After adding a new member to the Tarot Society, Klein returned to reality, remembering the full moon raving that Miss Magician said, and decided to ask the magic lamp.

Anyway, it seems to know everything. If Ms. Magician wants to pay a price to understand the source of the raving, but Mr. Fool can't answer it, it doesn't seem that this fool is very bad.

Going downstairs to the living room, the room was brightly lit by the crimson moonlight.

It's so bright that you don't need to turn on the light.

Klein sat on the sofa and whispered:

"Do you know the source of the ravings that some Extraordinary people hear on the full moon?"

Klein waited for a while, but did not hear the answer from the magic lamp.

Huh? Where is the Genie? Does the lamp god also sleep at night?

Klein picked up the magic lamp, swung it up and down twice, and asked suspiciously:

"Are you here?"

"Say!"

Wang Zichuan quickly got out of the magic lamp, and said angrily:

"Are you polite?"

Klein smiled sarcastically and said:

"I want to ask about the raving of the full moon."

"That's Bethel, the ancestor of the Abraham family. He was exiled by the night and the tyrant. He will exert influence on his family's bloodline during the full moon."

"Is his title Mr. Men?"

"Yes, the gate is the title of the sequence top of the apprenticeship pathway."

I know the name of another sequence 0!

"Then is he asking for help?"

"Hey, yes, and no, I can't answer this question for you, I'm afraid you will get shot if you hear it."