Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

Klein really wanted to cover his face at this moment.

He had already realized that his description was too absolute, and the creatures he summoned were all strange and curious creatures.

"No, I'm afraid the addressee won't get the letter at all."

Wang Zichuan smiled indifferently and let go of the two spirit bodies. They dived into the candlelight in horror, and the miserable green fireworks returned to orange.

Klein reorganized the language, and considering that the magic lamp was by his side, he directly recited the summoning spell.

"I call in my name:

"A spirit that wanders in the void, a friendly creature that can be driven, a unique existence that is willing to be my messenger."

The voice had fallen, but the candlelight did not emit any obvious abnormalities.

Huh? no one? Could it be that the spirit body that was put back just now has been broadcast on all channels, and there is a terrifying existence here, who is catching the messenger and eating it through the ritual of summoning spirit creatures.

Suddenly, there was a sound of wind in the room, and the candle flame suddenly expanded.

A somewhat familiar figure emerged from it. It was a headless woman wearing a long dress with dark colors and complicated patterns. No, it was a lady with four blond hair and red eyes and a bright head who came across the spirit world to meet her.

It was one of the members who watched the battle when the lamp god said that Nast was dead.

"Yes..." "You..." "Calling..." "Me?" The lady said with four mouths in turn.

Uh... You already have a big castle in the spirit world, why do you want to be a courier? There is no mortgage here.

Since no other applicants showed up, Klein had no choice but to ask the only applicant about his speed, ability to resist blows, and so on.

Finally, Klein solemnly asked the other party if he was willing to sign a courier contract.

"Yes." "Every time..." "One..." "Gold coins."

"You have to pay too!"

Klein finally couldn't hide his surprise and blurted out.

Is the fee a manifestation of identity, a symbol of personality? Free ones can only get basic capabilities, and can unlock more services by charging?

The head-holding lady turned her gaze to Klein's side, the leisurely onlooker figure, and the oil lamp on the table.

"Making a wish..." "Magic lamp."

Klein saw the lamp god smiling, but didn't speak.

Then the lady with four heads turned her gaze to Klein, and the two heads who hadn't had the chance just now rushed to speak:

"Need..." "Price increase."

"why!"

The price just now has not been negotiated properly, why did the price increase, if I continue to hesitate, will it increase again?

"Because..." "With Him..." "Working with..." "It's..." "Dangerous."

"To..." "Moment..." "Prevent..." "Being..." "Pollution."

Klein turned his suspicious eyes to the magic lamp, why did everyone warn me, this lamp, he is not a good person.

"What are you looking at? You've been soaked in the smell of the gray mist, so why are you afraid of pollution?"

Klein hurriedly agreed to the conditions proposed by the suspected boss, two gold coins each time, and provided a supplementary explanation that the postage could also be paid by the recipient.

After all, even if you are not a boss, you can't recognize the wishing magic lamp.

After signing the contract, Klein returned from the basement to the top in a good mood.

Danitz was extremely happy, because Gehrman hadn't caused any disturbance this time, and his pension house had been saved.

In the next few days, Klein frequently went above the gray mist to check the belief gathered by the Sea God's Scepter, and to see if there were any other opportunities to act.

On this day, Klein randomly turned on a prayer spot, and found that it was a local aborigine dressed as a standard servant. It was obvious that he was not young.

He was in a dark building, praying to the Sea God in a low voice but devoutly. He didn't pray to the Sea God, just like the routine prayers of devout believers.

His attire and mental state were obviously different from those of ordinary Sea God believers, and Klein marked him specially out of curiosity.

It turned out that this native named Yves was an old servant who had served the Governor's Mansion for many years. On the surface, he accepted the reformation to believe in the Lord of Storms, but inside he still persistently believed in the Sea God, and provided the rebels with a lot of news about the Governor's Mansion.

Years of docile performance allowed him to take on the task of delivering food and cleaning the prisoners in the secret dungeon.

In the dungeon of the Governor's Mansion, a new resident recently came.

It was a young man wearing glasses. Even though he looked very embarrassed when he was locked in, he was still gentle, polite and polite.

This old native named Ive has passed some recent information that is not concealed and convenient to collect to Karat, a high-ranking rebel army. He was delighted that the sea god he believed in was more majestic and magnificent after being reshaped, and the number of times Ive prayed secretly increased significantly.

You, a high-level spy who penetrated into the enemy, should keep a low profile and keep a low profile. You should also open your mouth about the storm, and keep your mouth shut about the storm with you. How can you always secretly pray to the Sea God? What if you find out? We have to find an opportunity to give them training for working behind enemy lines, such as protracted warfare, guerrilla warfare, and the art of espionage.

On Sunday morning, Klein, who had just had breakfast, was about to return to his bedroom when he saw Danitz flipping through a newly bought newspaper. Suddenly, he raised his head, looked around, and then said in a low voice:

"There is a gathering of Extraordinary people tonight, are you interested?"

At night, the moon and stars are thin.

Gehrman, who was not disguised, arrived at the Fragrant Leaf Bar under the guidance of Danitz.

Danitz came to the real room of the party with ease, found an inconspicuous corner and sat down, and then he saw Gehrman sitting in a conspicuous position with an undisguised face, and raised his right leg .

How arrogant, Danis muttered silently in his heart, if I could have the same powerful ability as that lunatic, I wouldn't need to pretend.

The party started soon, and Klein found that the potion formulas were not easy to sell, which disappointed him a little because he had many kinds of potion formulas with him.

Danis came over in time to explain that there were no notaries and fortune-tellers at the party, and the potion formula could not be identified as genuine or fake.

Klein suddenly grasped a business opportunity to earn extra money. He could change his appearance, take the initiative to find a party to call for cooperation, divination for their business, and then get a commission.

But after thinking about it, he felt that it was impossible for Julius Ozir to trust an outsider.

Or, kill him and change into his appearance? Forget it...

Well, you can also disguise the magic lamp as a magical item of the notary path, he was able to let Danitz use the witch's ability before.

But... an item that can be easily killed by Sequence Three, if it is taken out so casually, it won't attract the church's attention, right? I don't know if he can disguise his appearance so as not to be recognized by the passing bosses.

Klein thought wildly for a while, and seeing that the atmosphere was mature, he finally asked to buy the remaining spirituality of the ancient wraith.

After purchasing this auxiliary material at a high price from a suspected member of the Spiritual Sect, Klein became more and more eager to fool the magic lamp into working.

As the party drew to a close, Ozil took out a photo of a beautiful woman with red hair and blue eyes, and offered a reward of 1,000 pounds to find her whereabouts.