Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

Klein was slightly disappointed that he didn't find a chance to perform in Emlyn.

Fortunately, he made a little money, which made him feel much better.

Klein is like a budding actor, suffering from lack of popularity and background, he can't be photographed by a big director, so he can only rack his brains and forcefully add scenes to himself.

Klein seriously thought about whether Dr. Allen's bad luck and the problem of Talim's friend falling in love with someone he shouldn't have had room for play.

Use a sun brooch to make holy water, give Allen a village wizard exorcism ritual, and dance a "spiritual dance"?

I don't know which kind of Talim's friends should not belong to. If it is falling in love with the same sex, or I can give one of them an assassin potion, and I can sell some money.

What am I thinking, Klein turned his attention to the newspaper in his hand.

"Shocked! The baroness was brutally murdered at home! Is it a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality!"

Klein unfolded the newspaper to reveal more content in front of his eyes.

"The Baroness Dibwast, who lived in Queens, was brutally murdered last night. The scene of the murder was extremely brutal and bloody. All internal organs of the victim were taken out..."

"Currently, senior inspectors have been stationed in Sivelas Field to investigate the case. I believe that the heinous murderer will be arrested and brought to justice soon."

"Written by Mike Joseph, special correspondent for this newspaper."

Backlund is so unsafe for ordinary people. No wonder Mike temporarily changed the time to visit the East District. It turned out that there was a vicious murder.

Klein flipped through the other pages, and was pleasantly surprised to find information about the gathering of the old man with wise eyes tomorrow night.

The next morning, reporter Mike arrived as scheduled.

After going deep into the Eastern District, Klein found that it was darker and more miserable than he remembered.

Passing by a dilapidated house, the two heard the sobbing and whimpering of a young girl who tried her best but couldn't suppress it, and the middle-aged woman's vicious and loud yelling, which was full of helplessness and pain.

The old Kohler who was leading the way for the two sighed and said:

"It was a widow who took two girls by herself and made a living by washing. Although life was very difficult, she still sent her youngest daughter to a free school in the church. This youngest daughter was lost a few days ago. He must have been abducted by someone. It's a poor man."

Finding people, this is my field of expertise, Klein couldn't bear it, so he took the initiative to speak:

"Maybe we can ask about the specific situation. I am a detective and Mike is a reporter. We should all be able to help."

Klein made up a random reason, got the vocabulary book of the missing girl Daisy, and planned to start searching for people with metaphysics as soon as he returned.

Reporter Mike also said that he would contact his friends in the police station and ask them to look for it carefully.

After finishing the visit, sending Mike safely out of the East District, and receiving the entrustment money, Klein didn't go home immediately, covered the head of the cane with a glossary, and began to reason.

The cane fell down and was lifted up again, and finally it pointed steadily to a large villa with a garden and lawn.

Klein glanced inside, and his spiritual intuition immediately gave him a strong sense of danger.

Strange, I'm already at Sequence 7, why do I feel so dangerous? Have I found a new den of the Aurora Society? I don't have the Extraordinary characteristics of Bishop Rose.

First investigate sideways, if it is really the Aurora Society, try to report them.

After returning home, Klein couldn't wait to go above the gray mist, and re-divinated Daisy's current situation to confirm whether there was still time for him to make more preparations. After all, magicians don't perform unprepared performances.

...

In an ordinary apartment in the Jowood area, a dark brown-haired man was screaming. His actions were restricted by extraordinary abilities, and his spirituality was always on the verge of exhaustion.

"What is your purpose in coming to Backlund?"

The man's lips moved, but no sound came out.

"Why are you investigating the man in the portrait?"

The gray-haired old man kept shouting and asking, his tone extremely severe.

"I want to do a bounty task, earn some money to spend, what's wrong?"

The man panted heavily, his voice was hoarse, and he answered with difficulty.

"Hmph, you'd better tell the truth, I'm very good at performing throwing knives."

The man still wanted to find some more reasons, and the old man continued:

"We don't want to really hurt you, but if you resist, we can only use psychics."

"I know that the Morse Penance Order can prevent some special members from being channeled even if they die. I don't know if you are one of them."

The man remained silent. From being raided to being caught, the man had already guessed through the extraordinary ability used by the other party that the other party should be a member of Element Dawn, which has been fighting against the organization.

The street lights outside the window have already been turned on, and the cold night in early winter is not too deep. The crimson is hidden behind the gloomy clouds. Whether it is the protection of justice or the persecution of crime, they are all absorbing the nutrients of this bustling metropolis and growing stubbornly.

"Boom!"

The deafening sound interrupted the unpleasant conversation in the room. The old man glanced at the bound man, then walked to the window and looked out.

Flames rose from the western sky, turning the sky into a mix of crimson and orange.

"It's not far from here, I don't know what happened."

The old man watched for a while, and suddenly a gust of wind whizzed towards the explosion site, and then the color in the west dimmed, and the sky returned to dark black again.

But in an instant, there was another silver-white lightning crawling with claws and claws.

After all the visions disappeared, the old man walked back to the center of the room and continued to interrogate the stubborn man.

...

Above the gray mist, Klein, who changed his outfit with one click, has already changed to the default one. After divination about Daisy's safety, he couldn't help showing a happy smile when he saw the extraordinary features exuding a strong spiritual brilliance in front of him. .

In the cheap hotel in the Backlund Bridge area, Klein's consciousness returned, and the gentle candlelight filled the only beds and tables in the room with thick shadows.

He quickly packed up the rest of the ceremony, picked up the sweet iced tea, and took a big sip.

so sweet.

Suddenly, his movements stopped, he quickly looked around, and looked under the bed and under the table, and then showed an extremely confused expression.

The magic lamp is gone!

Klein held the sweet iced tea and thought hard.

I clearly remember that before I held the ceremony of summoning myself, I checked all the items I carried with me. At that time, the magic lamp was still quietly in my pocket.

Klein felt relaxed for a while, and felt reluctant for a while, with mixed feelings in his heart, and he didn't know whether he wanted it to leave, or just like before, he had to worry about the magic lamp making his own decisions at any time.

After sitting there for a while, Klein finally stood up, left the hotel, walked to the Bar of the Brave, and participated in the party of the old Mr. Wisdom Eye.