Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

The shivering man sitting across from me was a public school teacher named Copusty, and he sifted through the chaff as he recounted how he had become a believer in death.

Picked up an old man who was dying. The old man was a mysterious boss. He taught him the spiritual dance to communicate with the world, gave him a copper whistle that could summon the god of death, and gave him a set of incomplete "resurrection rituals" on his deathbed.

After a long period of practice, he finally summoned the projection of the god of death last night.

He anxiously asked the envoy in front of him:

"Did my wish to God of Death come true?"

Klein felt that this guy who didn't even have a little knowledge of mysticism could dig out a mausoleum.

Think about it with your toes, making a wish with the god of death, what is the difference between going to the Church of the Storm and praying for the Holy Light?

Klein confiscated his copper whistle that could summon the messenger, and warned him to go to the church and surrender, otherwise he could use the mausoleum that was dug out just now.

...

In the East District, in a single room with poor lighting, a young man with dark brown hair was sitting in front of a dilapidated table, spreading out white and smooth letter paper, and holding a metallic pen that did not match the style of the room. Write carefully.

"Dear Lord Bourne:"

"Recently, there is only one unusual thing about Backlund related to the rule path."

"Here appeared a high-ranking evil spirit suspected of the arbitrator path. It attacked and killed a high-sequence member of the Loen military, and plundered his Extraordinary characteristics."

"..."

He sealed the envelope and went out, getting up and going to the nearest post office.

A figure hidden in the air was watching him quietly.

...

On Saturday afternoon, Klein was going to find a circus to observe and learn magician performances, so as to summarize the rules of performance.

The closest circus to Cragg's Club is Rice Circus, located along the Tussock River.

Klein passed through various tents and came to the entrance of the small theater of the Rice Circus.

He looked at the small blackboard at the door, and bought a ticket to enter.

Randomly finding a seat with fewer people around, Klein sat down to enjoy the animal taming performance on the field.

There were a lot of spectators in the circus on Saturday, and Klein could only sit in a slightly back seat.

While waiting for the magic show, he looked around a little bored.

This is a theater with a relatively small building area. There are rows of seats densely spread around the stage, and the aisle is very narrow. The only thing open to the audience is the small door when entering, and it can only allow one person to pass through smoothly. The ventilation in the theater was also poor, and Klein could even smell the animals on the stage.

Klein thought about it casually, and some strange ravings always appeared in his mind:

"Self-rescue in the sea of ​​fire is the first way, quickly find the escape route."

"When disaster strikes, run away quickly, and don't be greedy for property."

Klein brought his thoughts back to reality and planned to watch the performance seriously. He noticed that there was a lady with outstanding temperament in the first row.

She has long chestnut hair and wears an old-fashioned fine check black gauze soft hat. Just looking at the back of her upper body, she gives people an elegant and noble feeling, which is very harmonious with the style of this unrefined small theater.

Such a lady should sit in a luxuriously decorated VIP seat in the Royal Theater and enjoy the performance.

The lady suddenly turned her head, as if she sensed that someone was watching, and Klein quickly shifted his gaze.

Bernadette came to Galbienna to get the investigation data on the Witch Church.

Suddenly, her spirituality was touched, and she felt someone watching her from behind.

"Long time no see, Bernadette."

A familiar voice came to her ears, and she saw a floating figure of a man outlined in the air.

Wishing magic lamp!

Bernadette turned her head back, and once again set her sights on the animals that were forced to operate on the stage.

"What are you doing here?"

Bernadette spoke indifferently, and the people around her didn't notice it.

"I'll come and see you."

Wang Zichuan said with a smile.

Then he coughed lightly, and said seriously:

"I found people from the Moses Ascetic Order in Backlund. They are investigating me and you."

"Because of what?"

"I don't know either, so please investigate."

"Didn't you go to find your... destined person?"

"Hahaha, but this does not prevent me from coming back to see you."

Wang Zichuan replied with a smile, his tone like a scumbag.

"Do you need to be notified of the results of the investigation?"

"No need, I will go to Serenzo Restaurant to find you, and I should be in Backlund this year."

Klein's attention returned to the stage, and the beast taming performance ended quickly, followed by a simple love drama, which made the single nobleman Klein sigh.

Finally, a magician in a tuxedo, an exaggerated top hat, and slightly gray hair at the sideburns appeared.

Will people of this age also come out to perform? Everyone's life is not easy.

Just listen to an audience next to him excitedly explaining to his companion:

"It's a special event! Mr. Codo's magic watch is amazing, beyond your imagination! He rarely appears on stage."

Uh... is it a master-level magic show? I feel like I earned my ticket today.

Klein quickly straightened his body and watched carefully.

This Mr. Codo first performed several regular events, such as playing card flying pigeons, the rabbit in the hat, and escape from the secret box.

Klein thought he could see through the tricks of magic, but he found that he was distracted by the magician in key places, and he achieved his goal unconsciously.

Klein summed up the rules he had just realized, and looked at the stage with even more interest.

Mr. Kodo then performed bullet catching with bare hands, walking on water, body cutting and reincarnation.

This is not scientific!

No, this is mysticism!

Klein turned on his Spirit Vision, carefully observed the magician performing on stage, and found that his physical aura was too healthy, not at all what it should be at his age.

His emotional colors are alive, and you can see that he enjoys the performance and is not at all worried that he will make a mistake.

He can't be a Extraordinary!

Extraordinary people still have to work in the circus!

That's right, I'm not just a private eye looking for cats to catch rapes, maybe, I can also find a circus to apply for a magician, not only can I earn extra money, maybe it can also help digest potions.

After watching the magic show, Klein went back to the Kragg Club, and went home after having dinner.

He has other plans tonight. He plans to go to Harvest Church to confirm the clues of the Apothecary's potion formula.

He cut out a few more paper figurines whose human shapes could barely be seen, filled them with cards, and put matches and small bottles of oil paint in his pockets. He changed his clothes and headed for the south area of ​​the bridge under the moonlight.

Arriving outside the Harvest Church, Klein carefully painted himself, preparing to sneak in through the side door.

In an apartment facing Harvest Church diagonally across Rose Street, in a single room facing the street, a man was sitting bored by the window, looking at the small church with the holy emblem of life from time to time.

There is nothing to monitor in this dilapidated church. There are not even any believers, only a barbarian bishop who stays in it all day and never goes out.