Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

Tori chose to go bankrupt, but this is not immune to disaster. He will lose all his current wealth. This is undoubtedly a catastrophe. However, he is still young and he still has great ambitions. He believes that with his own ability , can still allow his wife to live a relatively peaceful life.

As a believer of the Lord of Storms, he believes that his wife must not worry about the storms outside, so that she only needs to be an angel who does housework and soothes the soul at home, so that he can be considered a real man.

He returned home alone, the house was quiet, and all the servants were absent, he felt a deep fear.

He pushed open the door of the master bedroom, the room was still tidy, his wife was quietly suspended in the air, and there was a suicide note on the big bed that carried their countless joys.

Tori sold the plantation and buried his wife. He had planned to pay the ransom and live in another place with his wife. He had decided to bow to fate. After all, when he resisted bravely according to the teaching of the Lord, all he got was the storm of fate.

The wind and rain were blowing outside the window. After praying "may the storm be with you" for a while, Tori curled up in a small single room and fell into a deep sleep.

In the dream, he vaguely heard vague whispers.

"The Lord of Storms cannot see your pain. We can see that Lord of Storms will not avenge you. We can help."

"You are so unfortunate, and you are so lucky, there are actually two great beings who are willing to answer your prayers."

"First of all, I will introduce you to the beacon and savior of this world, Mr. Fool, who lives above the reality and the spiritual world, and mercifully sprinkles the heaven and the earth."

"His honorable name is: not of..."

"Then, I will introduce you to the incarnation of the rules of this world, the lamp god who is in charge of miracles and wishes."

"His honorable name is: from the beginning..."

Early in the morning, Tori woke up normally. He recalled the dream of last night, but it was not very clear. He only remembered that he had made up two evil gods and the whispers of demons he couldn't understand.

Feeling ashamed for a while, he quickly raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and hit his left chest hard.

"Storm above, please accept my confession."

After paying the fine, he used all the remaining money to bribe several adventurers who were said to be very powerful, and asked them to assassinate Mosona.

Klein, wearing the policeman's skin, fully experienced the helplessness of a small person according to the daily routine of a patrolman.

Unlike playing Amyrius, playing a big shot doesn't need to consider too many people's thoughts. Big shots also have their helplessness, but most of the time, they are qualified enough to be willful.

Klein saw a thin child steal a piece of bread and run away quickly. His awareness of obeying the law drove him to chase the thief and fight crime. His humanitarian compassion and sympathy made him want to stop the bakery owner and help the hungry child escape. But Cuomo told him he should turn a blind eye and continue patrolling the streets.

Colonial policemen are the hounds of the great, who bite and bark at the inferior.

It is a very difficult thing to play ordinary people at the bottom for a long time. Self-esteem, superior arrogance, and self-confidence and ease in the face of ordinary people's plight, this is the huge difference in mentality between extraordinary people and ordinary people.

Because of the existence of extraordinary abilities, Klein has never been really poor, nor has he ever been truly lost or lost his way forward. Although the extraordinary world is so depressing, Klein has never lost hope in life. The enthusiasm for tomorrow, the pursuit of beauty.

As a patrolman, Cuomo was already considered an ordinary person who lived a good life, but he was still depressed and confused, which made Klein understand who he was even more.

A reception room on the second floor of The Oak Bar.

"Mr. Mosona, we told you immediately that that fool named Tori wanted to hire us to assassinate you. Aren't you going to thank us for our kindness?"

Several adventurers in different costumes stood guard, and Mosona was sitting in an easy chair with a cigar in his mouth.

"Hmph, do you think I'm afraid of being assassinated?"

Mosona flicked his cigar and continued:

"However, you do have the vision to know the current affairs, and you should be commended."

The leading adventurer showed a little smile, and listened to Mosona's instructions to his subordinates:

"Give each of them a thousand pounds in chips, and let them go to the casino to try their luck."

At the end, he added:

"Treat them well."

Tori had been waiting for news from those adventurers, but after waiting for several days, those adventurers seemed to have disappeared.

He sneaked around the Oak Bar for a whole day, and finally saw several powerful adventurers who had a good chat with Mosona's men.

Calmly watching them walking past talking and laughing, he returned to the residence, took out the shotgun, filled the ammunition, and waited for the dark.

The mountains and tsunami roared near the boxing ring of the bar. Tori had found Mosona's position, but the distance was too far. He was not sure that the bullet would pass through the crowd and hit Mosona's body. He covered the shotgun with his clothes and slowly near.

A bodyguard noticed Tori, and then several bodyguards saw Tori's abnormality. The two bodyguards pushed aside the crowd blocking the way and walked quickly.

was found! That's too late!

Tori immediately pulled out the shotgun and pulled the trigger hard.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

There was a commotion in the crowd on the second floor. Tori was shot in the chest as soon as he met each other. step by step.

In the intense despair and unwillingness, the whispers of the demon in the dream that night clearly appeared in his mind. He couldn't understand the language of the demon, but he could repeat it.

"Those that don't belong to this era..."

"Great existence, I want to exchange my soul for Mosona's life!"

Five seconds later, a bright bolt of lightning was generated out of thin air and penetrated Mosona's body. The tiny electric snakes on his body ran wildly, and his whole body twitched continuously. Lost life.

"what!"

The bodyguards also ran away with the panicked people, who were afraid that Tori would call more lightning.

"Hahaha!"

Tori laughed, and more blood flowed from the muzzle of his chest.

At this moment, a man with a stern face in a double-breasted dress and a top hat appeared in Tori's sight. He walked over and wiped his chest with his hand.

Tori felt no more pain in his chest, but a sudden sharp pain in his left arm.

He looked down, and the penetrating wound on his chest completely disappeared, as if it was all an illusion before.

The man took out a wallet from Mosona, opened it, looked at it, handed it to Tori, and said in a low voice without any emotion:

"Leave Tuscat."